Thistle will sit at the new table, dropping her pack to the floor with relief. She takes a chair with a view of the Braids. To Lem, as he explains, "Oh! Yes, of course! No, I have plenty of weapons of my own," she laughs as she adjusts a few scabbards to sit comfortably. "I'll not be adding yours to my collection. Here," she signals a server, "Another round of whatever they are having, on me."
"Now, if I understood... Lem, is it? If I understood Lem correctly, and I'm not sure I did, actually, you're... are you getting ready to go retrieve something? Someone? To be frank, I am looking for work. I took, a, um, a break from working, and would be grateful for a job."
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Every now and then Zashier takes tentative sip, and shudders lightly in pleasure. "Oo! Might wanna be careful there, man. Purple's not a good look on a guy. I should know, according to me sis this one time long ago." He comments, gesturing from his cheeks to Raddunth.
"The wine stains are not a fashion coloring. They can be cleaned after the meal." Raddunth then blinks twice when he realizes the loxodon was speaking to him. "Lords of Light!... My apologies. You're speaking... uhh... your speaking voice was not what I expected, and surprised me." Turning back to the rest of the group. "A task to be done?"
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Raddunth and Thistle enter the bar, and are given food and drink as they join the others at the bar, and then move to a table, with Zashier pulling up the rear in his usual melancholy way.
Telly joins you and says: As I was telling Lem here, I ordered a strip of Dragon hide and was planning on making some scale armor, but the shipment got overtaken by those blasted kobolds. By the way, I am Teldorthan Ironhews. I make all the weapons and armor in this town. If you need anything made or improved, let me know. (He looks like one of the older dwarves from The Hobbit movies, for visual reference.) Looking at LemI ordered it special from Stormhaven. Been saving up for that dragon scale hide. I asked those Braids to look into it for me. They demanded payment up front, which I gave them, but it looks as if all I did was accidentally buy their next round. They show no interest in helping an old dwarf like me. If you could help me out, I would be much appreciative.
Kemara is bringing another round of everyones drinks, at Thistle's behest, and hears a question about The Braids. As she is passing out the drinks she says: I wouldnt trust those Braids for nothing. They are always causing trouble. There is a gang of those Tieflings, seems like there are more of them everyday. The mayor cant seem to do anything about them. They keep demanding payment for protection, but I still havent paid them. They seem to unofficially run Lowtown (Lower Fallcrest), and I think they might be trying to branch out into Hightown (Upper Fallcrest). But they dont scare me.
You notice that there are 5 large Tieflings around a table to the side of the main entryway. They are getting quite drunk, it would seem, but they havent tried to cause any trouble. They all have their hair woven into a single braid down each Tieflings back.
The bard, a handsome halfling, finishes up a jazz flute song, and saunters over to your table while Kemara is talking. The Braids? Nasty fellas. They never seem to like any of my songs! What about you Kemara? What did you think of my songs? and he tries to steal a kiss from Kemara, but she turns away, smiling as she does so. Kemara says, Adequate as usual, Milton.
Milton joins your table Ahh, Kemara and I go way back. She used to be a dragon hunter you know? Up north, though we havent had issues with dragons for some time now. All we have to worry about are a few pockets of orcs who havent heard that (he yells) THE WAR IS OVER! (all the patrons of the bar, except The Braids, hoist a mug and generally sound off in agreement). Now, you all look like you are into something. I wont interrupt. But, if it looks like you are going to have some fun, please dont forget about little old Milton. and he wanders away to another table, clearly making the rounds after his set.
Thistle takes a long appraising look at the Braids. “So then, do you need your money back from them?” She looks back at Telly, “Or are you looking to hire someone else to get your shipment?”
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Telly glances over at the Braids and responds I dont want to cause any trouble, but I would like my dragon scales...I could give you 200 gold as a reward...it would have been more, but I did already give those Braids a "downpayment".
As you are talking, one of The Braids turns around and raises his mug in a toast to Telly, then turns back as the others have a good laugh.
Thistle's gaze gets stormy at the disrespect, but she's not about to do anything rash. "You paid those particular Braids, or the organization itself? How long ago?"
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Telly to Thistle I gave them 25 gold pieces as a downpayment when I asked them to look into the disappearance of the caravan...oh, maybe 30 minutes ago?
Yokini downs the last of her mug and stands up on her chair. "Sounds to me like it's time to teach some youngin's some manners." She pulls on the cuff of her strange glove, hops down off her chair, and marches over to the Braids' table. "Excuse me," she calls as she approaches. "Which one of you is in charge?"
Zashier goes at a whisper at the time, as to avoid disturbing the ongoing conversation, "What? Naw man. I'm talking about choking on your food. Turns you into a grape, after awhile. Which, ironically my one cousin from way back did after eat a bundle." He gets an almost solemn expression on his already difficult to read face. "Poor Jeb. Always said he loved grapes too much."Despite somewhat checking out at that point, his ears still occasionally flickered or rose as the conversation went on, and understanding slowly but surely graced his features.
Zashier nearly spills his drink from having to hurry and join in on mug raising earlier. But any embarrassment proves short lived after watching where things were turning towards conflict. "Ah-oh... there she goes." Zashier says after trying poorly to reach and hold Yokini back. Aside from straightening out to stand up properly, the elephantine man merely just observes, but remained ready to stride up if things turn violent.
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Lem sees Yokini get up to leave and grabs his drink and follows behind her, like a shadow. He begins looking at the tieflings, mind analyzing exactly what the group presents from a threat profile, who might be a magic user, what weapons they have. He's otherwise quiet and focused on making sure they don't do anything mean to Yokini.
"Whup, okay then," Thistle takes a quick slug of her drink and stands to follow Yokini and Lem. As she approaches, she'll move right, circling a bit, and keeping a distance of about ten feet. She's backup, not the primary. Her shield is back with her pack, unfortunately, but she's resting one hand casually on the pommel of a scimitar.
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Yokini walks up to the large Tieflings, followed by Lemmy and asks who is in charge. The one closest to you turns, and hands you his mug. He says "Thanks, another round for the table." and turns back to his friends.
Yokini narrows her eyes at the tiefling. "Why, I oughta —" She fiddles with her glove and then extends a finger at the tiefling who spoke to her. A liquid sprays from the tip, dampening the tiefling's side. Almost immediately, the smell of a glacier skunk's musk assails the nostrils of everyone nearby.
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The moment the smell hits the air Zashier has to practically swallow his own trunk. Even then, his eyes are left watering, and hands message his trunk in a futile effort to relieve it of sting. And yet despite such obvious discomfort, he made his way forward at this point, and would try and nudge Yokini back with one hand, while the other hand was raised in towards the tiefling in a sort of placating gesture.
"Ok'ah--Ok'ah!Miss Yomimah!" He said, or tried to say past his trunk. So, he spat it out and tried again, though this time with one hand clamped tight over the nostrils. "Hey, hey, hey man! Sorry 'bout that. Don't mind me Gran-gran, here. Bit of an tinkerer, as you can see, and some of things don't quite work as intended. Or I'm a liar. And as I'm not liar, considering I don't quite know how it all works out, you can trust me!"He says in a more nasally voice, snapping his fingers towards the end. "Plus I'm sure none of us here wish to upset our lovely proprietress with any undue violence." Zashier adds with a grin, hoping to calm things back down.... assuming he isn't socked in the face long before that point.
Persuasion: 13(if needed. And if at disadvantage because reasons: 22)
Raddunth (still at the other table, not seeing the spray from Yokini's finger): "It is bad enough that they are lazy scoundrels, failing to work for the money they have been paid. But from their reek, are they cowards too, who soil themselves at the approach of a small woman?"
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Feeling the wetness on his leg, and inhaling the sudden pungent smell, the Tiefling turns in a fit of anger and exclaims loudly "What did you just do? Aaaugh, this stinks!" You can tell he wants to hit you, but seeing you are a woman, he restrains himself and goes outside to try and find something to wash his pants off.
Just after he walks out, the door slams open. You expect to see the tiefling walking back in, but instead you see a tall human man who looks to be about 50 years old, but his eys belie a certain youthfulness. His hair is still dark, though you see a few wisps of gray at his temples. As he stomps in, he surveys the room, and locks on to Zashier.
Zashier, Lemmy, and even Yokini, you recognize this man as Armos Kamroth, the most ruthless man in Fallcrest. He owns multiple farms on the outskirts of town, including Zashier's. He lives in Hightown, in the Eastern sector, behind the giant tower, a big manor at the edge of the overhang. He is wearing clothing that could only be described as gaudy - what wannabe rich people think rich people wear. Around his neck is an intricate necklace of woven golden strands that looks to be in the shape of a dragon.
He bellows loud enough for the whole room to hear "Zashier! Rent was due! You made me wait. Armos Kamroth waits for no man, or elephant man for that matter. You just thought you would stop off and spend your rent on drinks? Rent is due. Now!"
Everyone in the room is quiet and still, their eyes bouncing back and forth between Armos and Kamroth. Even The Braids seem to cower slightly.
Lem essentially does a 360, attempting to follow the enstinkment and departure of the Braid, and then the arrival of Kamroth. He has no appreciation or awareness of Kamroth's stature and is this not scared at all. His brow furrows and he walks straight up to him, peering up past his jewelry at the landowner.
"Due when? How much?"
He's got no problem with the fuss Yokini caused with the Braids (even though they were super rude, they were given a downpayment on a task literally half an hour before so it's not crazy to think they didn't leave town immediately to search for the hide!), because they were rude, and making rude people stinky seems fair.
Ignoring Lemmy, Kamroth marches up to Zashier, shorter than the elephant man but no less annoyed, and demands payment for renting the farm.
For Thistle ↴
with your passive perception, you notice 2-3 people in the room that seem to be leaning forward when everyone else is leaning away from the situation...and you notice that they also have golden braided necklaces peeking out from under their robes.
Thistle will back off like the other patrons are, ending up near the bar, trying not to draw attention to herself. But she will keep an eye out.
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Thistle will keep an eye mostly on those individuals, to see if they do anything other than lean forward, as it were. Happy to roll a Stealth or something to stay unnoticed (she's not actually going to Hide in a crowded tavern).
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Thistle will sit at the new table, dropping her pack to the floor with relief. She takes a chair with a view of the Braids. To Lem, as he explains, "Oh! Yes, of course! No, I have plenty of weapons of my own," she laughs as she adjusts a few scabbards to sit comfortably. "I'll not be adding yours to my collection. Here," she signals a server, "Another round of whatever they are having, on me."
"Now, if I understood... Lem, is it? If I understood Lem correctly, and I'm not sure I did, actually, you're... are you getting ready to go retrieve something? Someone? To be frank, I am looking for work. I took, a, um, a break from working, and would be grateful for a job."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
"The wine stains are not a fashion coloring. They can be cleaned after the meal." Raddunth then blinks twice when he realizes the loxodon was speaking to him. "Lords of Light!... My apologies. You're speaking... uhh... your speaking voice was not what I expected, and surprised me." Turning back to the rest of the group. "A task to be done?"
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Raddunth and Thistle enter the bar, and are given food and drink as they join the others at the bar, and then move to a table, with Zashier pulling up the rear in his usual melancholy way.
Telly joins you and says: As I was telling Lem here, I ordered a strip of Dragon hide and was planning on making some scale armor, but the shipment got overtaken by those blasted kobolds. By the way, I am Teldorthan Ironhews. I make all the weapons and armor in this town. If you need anything made or improved, let me know. (He looks like one of the older dwarves from The Hobbit movies, for visual reference.) Looking at Lem I ordered it special from Stormhaven. Been saving up for that dragon scale hide. I asked those Braids to look into it for me. They demanded payment up front, which I gave them, but it looks as if all I did was accidentally buy their next round. They show no interest in helping an old dwarf like me. If you could help me out, I would be much appreciative.
Kemara is bringing another round of everyones drinks, at Thistle's behest, and hears a question about The Braids. As she is passing out the drinks she says: I wouldnt trust those Braids for nothing. They are always causing trouble. There is a gang of those Tieflings, seems like there are more of them everyday. The mayor cant seem to do anything about them. They keep demanding payment for protection, but I still havent paid them. They seem to unofficially run Lowtown (Lower Fallcrest), and I think they might be trying to branch out into Hightown (Upper Fallcrest). But they dont scare me.
You notice that there are 5 large Tieflings around a table to the side of the main entryway. They are getting quite drunk, it would seem, but they havent tried to cause any trouble. They all have their hair woven into a single braid down each Tieflings back.
The bard, a handsome halfling, finishes up a jazz flute song, and saunters over to your table while Kemara is talking. The Braids? Nasty fellas. They never seem to like any of my songs! What about you Kemara? What did you think of my songs? and he tries to steal a kiss from Kemara, but she turns away, smiling as she does so. Kemara says, Adequate as usual, Milton.
Milton joins your table Ahh, Kemara and I go way back. She used to be a dragon hunter you know? Up north, though we havent had issues with dragons for some time now. All we have to worry about are a few pockets of orcs who havent heard that (he yells) THE WAR IS OVER! (all the patrons of the bar, except The Braids, hoist a mug and generally sound off in agreement). Now, you all look like you are into something. I wont interrupt. But, if it looks like you are going to have some fun, please dont forget about little old Milton. and he wanders away to another table, clearly making the rounds after his set.
Thistle takes a long appraising look at the Braids. “So then, do you need your money back from them?” She looks back at Telly, “Or are you looking to hire someone else to get your shipment?”
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Telly glances over at the Braids and responds I dont want to cause any trouble, but I would like my dragon scales...I could give you 200 gold as a reward...it would have been more, but I did already give those Braids a "downpayment".
As you are talking, one of The Braids turns around and raises his mug in a toast to Telly, then turns back as the others have a good laugh.
Thistle's gaze gets stormy at the disrespect, but she's not about to do anything rash. "You paid those particular Braids, or the organization itself? How long ago?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Telly to Thistle I gave them 25 gold pieces as a downpayment when I asked them to look into the disappearance of the caravan...oh, maybe 30 minutes ago?
Yokini downs the last of her mug and stands up on her chair. "Sounds to me like it's time to teach some youngin's some manners." She pulls on the cuff of her strange glove, hops down off her chair, and marches over to the Braids' table. "Excuse me," she calls as she approaches. "Which one of you is in charge?"
Zashier goes at a whisper at the time, as to avoid disturbing the ongoing conversation, "What? Naw man. I'm talking about choking on your food. Turns you into a grape, after awhile. Which, ironically my one cousin from way back did after eat a bundle." He gets an almost solemn expression on his already difficult to read face. "Poor Jeb. Always said he loved grapes too much." Despite somewhat checking out at that point, his ears still occasionally flickered or rose as the conversation went on, and understanding slowly but surely graced his features.
Zashier nearly spills his drink from having to hurry and join in on mug raising earlier. But any embarrassment proves short lived after watching where things were turning towards conflict. "Ah-oh... there she goes." Zashier says after trying poorly to reach and hold Yokini back. Aside from straightening out to stand up properly, the elephantine man merely just observes, but remained ready to stride up if things turn violent.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lem sees Yokini get up to leave and grabs his drink and follows behind her, like a shadow. He begins looking at the tieflings, mind analyzing exactly what the group presents from a threat profile, who might be a magic user, what weapons they have. He's otherwise quiet and focused on making sure they don't do anything mean to Yokini.
"Whup, okay then," Thistle takes a quick slug of her drink and stands to follow Yokini and Lem. As she approaches, she'll move right, circling a bit, and keeping a distance of about ten feet. She's backup, not the primary. Her shield is back with her pack, unfortunately, but she's resting one hand casually on the pommel of a scimitar.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Yokini walks up to the large Tieflings, followed by Lemmy and asks who is in charge. The one closest to you turns, and hands you his mug. He says "Thanks, another round for the table." and turns back to his friends.
Yokini narrows her eyes at the tiefling. "Why, I oughta —" She fiddles with her glove and then extends a finger at the tiefling who spoke to her. A liquid sprays from the tip, dampening the tiefling's side. Almost immediately, the smell of a glacier skunk's musk assails the nostrils of everyone nearby.
The moment the smell hits the air Zashier has to practically swallow his own trunk. Even then, his eyes are left watering, and hands message his trunk in a futile effort to relieve it of sting. And yet despite such obvious discomfort, he made his way forward at this point, and would try and nudge Yokini back with one hand, while the other hand was raised in towards the tiefling in a sort of placating gesture.
"Ok'ah--Ok'ah!Miss Yomimah!" He said, or tried to say past his trunk. So, he spat it out and tried again, though this time with one hand clamped tight over the nostrils. "Hey, hey, hey man! Sorry 'bout that. Don't mind me Gran-gran, here. Bit of an tinkerer, as you can see, and some of things don't quite work as intended. Or I'm a liar. And as I'm not liar, considering I don't quite know how it all works out, you can trust me!" He says in a more nasally voice, snapping his fingers towards the end. "Plus I'm sure none of us here wish to upset our lovely proprietress with any undue violence." Zashier adds with a grin, hoping to calm things back down.... assuming he isn't socked in the face long before that point.
Persuasion: 13(if needed. And if at disadvantage because reasons: 22)
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Raddunth (still at the other table, not seeing the spray from Yokini's finger): "It is bad enough that they are lazy scoundrels, failing to work for the money they have been paid. But from their reek, are they cowards too, who soil themselves at the approach of a small woman?"
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Feeling the wetness on his leg, and inhaling the sudden pungent smell, the Tiefling turns in a fit of anger and exclaims loudly "What did you just do? Aaaugh, this stinks!" You can tell he wants to hit you, but seeing you are a woman, he restrains himself and goes outside to try and find something to wash his pants off.
Just after he walks out, the door slams open. You expect to see the tiefling walking back in, but instead you see a tall human man who looks to be about 50 years old, but his eys belie a certain youthfulness. His hair is still dark, though you see a few wisps of gray at his temples. As he stomps in, he surveys the room, and locks on to Zashier.
Zashier, Lemmy, and even Yokini, you recognize this man as Armos Kamroth, the most ruthless man in Fallcrest. He owns multiple farms on the outskirts of town, including Zashier's. He lives in Hightown, in the Eastern sector, behind the giant tower, a big manor at the edge of the overhang. He is wearing clothing that could only be described as gaudy - what wannabe rich people think rich people wear. Around his neck is an intricate necklace of woven golden strands that looks to be in the shape of a dragon.
He bellows loud enough for the whole room to hear "Zashier! Rent was due! You made me wait. Armos Kamroth waits for no man, or elephant man for that matter. You just thought you would stop off and spend your rent on drinks? Rent is due. Now!"
Everyone in the room is quiet and still, their eyes bouncing back and forth between Armos and Kamroth. Even The Braids seem to cower slightly.
Lem essentially does a 360, attempting to follow the enstinkment and departure of the Braid, and then the arrival of Kamroth. He has no appreciation or awareness of Kamroth's stature and is this not scared at all. His brow furrows and he walks straight up to him, peering up past his jewelry at the landowner.
"Due when? How much?"
He's got no problem with the fuss Yokini caused with the Braids (even though they were super rude, they were given a downpayment on a task literally half an hour before so it's not crazy to think they didn't leave town immediately to search for the hide!), because they were rude, and making rude people stinky seems fair.
Thistle is just moving aside, watching to assess what is going on.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Ignoring Lemmy, Kamroth marches up to Zashier, shorter than the elephant man but no less annoyed, and demands payment for renting the farm.
For Thistle ↴
with your passive perception, you notice 2-3 people in the room that seem to be leaning forward when everyone else is leaning away from the situation...and you notice that they also have golden braided necklaces peeking out from under their robes.
Thistle will back off like the other patrons are, ending up near the bar, trying not to draw attention to herself. But she will keep an eye out.
For the DM ↴
Thistle will keep an eye mostly on those individuals, to see if they do anything other than lean forward, as it were. Happy to roll a Stealth or something to stay unnoticed (she's not actually going to Hide in a crowded tavern).
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.