Telos the elf sits and waits. He feels conspicuous but the pacing was worse. He hadn't been in town long. It was on the way to Sharn he realized he needed to come to this place but he had begun to wonder if the decision to come to Sharn hadn't been made randomly. Still he only had a little coin and was days past his last proper meal. There were others present, some looked new others clearly belonged.
6ft, thin even for an elf, shoulder length straight relatively dark hair Telos tugged at his armor and adjusted his short swords at each side, hoping his daggers were tucked out of sight.
Leaning up against a wall is a towering figure of a Minotaur, brown fur and black hair like a mane flows down pass her shoulders. A silver ring hangs as it swings back and forth from her septum. Durunga’s horns are tipped black to match her hair. A long sword hangs from a leather strap off her right side and a shield strapped to her back. Her chainmail clinks in the breeze as it hangs from the leather Paul deena and various leather belts keep it strapped to her body. A brown leather strap skirt hangs off her hips.
The ring flips up for a moment as she snorts out of her nostrils and begins to sniff the air. She is calm and seems to be enjoying taking time to be in the moment.
Sitting on the ground in tattered leather lies, Scipio Furia, tribesman of the Vulkoori. The green tattoos that swirl up his dark Drow arms depict numerous scorpions in various attack positions, the are only covered by the crude leather vest he wears over his chest. He keeps his white hair cropped on the sides and flared into a mohawk at the top. He rests his crossbow by his side within arms reach, showing no interest in hiding it.
He has been in this room as others have come and gone. He doesn't understand the customs of this city, in his tribe when you call to see someone you see them. "Is it considered civilized to make people wait hours on end, Helena" he whispers.....No answer, not uncommon from this new celestial companion. Scipio notices the Minotaur across the room snort. "Another one of these city dwellers must have smelled him, many have been doing that as he has walked by them. Maybe I should try one of these bathhouses I've heard about", he thinks to himself.
You are in a fairly large room, about 120 feet squared, sitting in a building in Upper Menthis in Sharn, which is topped off by a large dome that Flamewind uses as her headquarters. You were all called here by Sending spells, all giving you the directions to Sharn and the building from where you previously were, and when to be there. How the person that contacted you knew who you were, or where you were, is unknown to you, all you knew is one thing.
A promise of adventure and treasure in exchange for help.
In the northeast corner of the room is an oak desk, with a longtooth shifter sitting in a soarwood chair, floating above the ground by about 3 feet. She is wearing bifocal glasses, and holds a large book. To the right of the desk, on the east side of the room, is a swinging door that occasionally a visitor pass through. You've all been waiting in this room for about 3 hours. You've seen people pass through the door that came much later than you, and currently in the room, besides the 4 of you, is a Warforged wearing a fedora and monocle, and nothing else, not even armor, a Mark of Finding female half-orc wearing a small cap, navy blue collared shirt and purple vest, but covered in blood-red splotches. She has a back-pack that is stuffed full an unknown lumpy object(s). There is finally a male halfling, wearing nothing but a small tan skirt that goes down just below his knees, holding an milky white and blue egg just smaller than a football, looking nervous, and compulsively fidgeting with his ear.
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"No," the halfling responds in a gruff voice. He then clears his throat, revealing a quite a bit higher voice than before, not by much, but by about half an octave, "It's yours I assume."
Durunga will casually walk down the hall and plop herself wholly in gracefully next to Scipio. “These city folk have a certain smell to them..... stale.” She takes a moment to look around the room for a bit. “It may be a little forward, but why do you end up here today?”
She is remaining calm and a quiet tone to her voice. Doing her best to not let her size be too imposing.
'"That they do, is everyone so proper around here?", Scipio says looking surprised. He remains sitting and looks up coming up full head shorter than the Minotaur. "Name's Scipio, I got a summon from the Chief of this place. Seems they may have some info I'm looking for. I was a few minutes away from asking that Longtooth what is going on, she is reading so she must be the smart one. Yourself?"
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Telos the elf sits and waits. He feels conspicuous but the pacing was worse. He hadn't been in town long. It was on the way to Sharn he realized he needed to come to this place but he had begun to wonder if the decision to come to Sharn hadn't been made randomly. Still he only had a little coin and was days past his last proper meal. There were others present, some looked new others clearly belonged.
6ft, thin even for an elf, shoulder length straight relatively dark hair Telos tugged at his armor and adjusted his short swords at each side, hoping his daggers were tucked out of sight.
Leaning up against a wall is a towering figure of a Minotaur, brown fur and black hair like a mane flows down pass her shoulders. A silver ring hangs as it swings back and forth from her septum. Durunga’s horns are tipped black to match her hair. A long sword hangs from a leather strap off her right side and a shield strapped to her back. Her chainmail clinks in the breeze as it hangs from the leather Paul deena and various leather belts keep it strapped to her body. A brown leather strap skirt hangs off her hips.
The ring flips up for a moment as she snorts out of her nostrils and begins to sniff the air. She is calm and seems to be enjoying taking time to be in the moment.
Sitting on the ground in tattered leather lies, Scipio Furia, tribesman of the Vulkoori. The green tattoos that swirl up his dark Drow arms depict numerous scorpions in various attack positions, the are only covered by the crude leather vest he wears over his chest. He keeps his white hair cropped on the sides and flared into a mohawk at the top. He rests his crossbow by his side within arms reach, showing no interest in hiding it.
He has been in this room as others have come and gone. He doesn't understand the customs of this city, in his tribe when you call to see someone you see them. "Is it considered civilized to make people wait hours on end, Helena" he whispers.....No answer, not uncommon from this new celestial companion. Scipio notices the Minotaur across the room snort. "Another one of these city dwellers must have smelled him, many have been doing that as he has walked by them. Maybe I should try one of these bathhouses I've heard about", he thinks to himself.
You are in a fairly large room, about 120 feet squared, sitting in a building in Upper Menthis in Sharn, which is topped off by a large dome that Flamewind uses as her headquarters. You were all called here by Sending spells, all giving you the directions to Sharn and the building from where you previously were, and when to be there. How the person that contacted you knew who you were, or where you were, is unknown to you, all you knew is one thing.
A promise of adventure and treasure in exchange for help.
In the northeast corner of the room is an oak desk, with a longtooth shifter sitting in a soarwood chair, floating above the ground by about 3 feet. She is wearing bifocal glasses, and holds a large book. To the right of the desk, on the east side of the room, is a swinging door that occasionally a visitor pass through. You've all been waiting in this room for about 3 hours. You've seen people pass through the door that came much later than you, and currently in the room, besides the 4 of you, is a Warforged wearing a fedora and monocle, and nothing else, not even armor, a Mark of Finding female half-orc wearing a small cap, navy blue collared shirt and purple vest, but covered in blood-red splotches. She has a back-pack that is stuffed full an unknown lumpy object(s). There is finally a male halfling, wearing nothing but a small tan skirt that goes down just below his knees, holding an milky white and blue egg just smaller than a football, looking nervous, and compulsively fidgeting with his ear.
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Telos will walk in the general direction of the gnome and look for a piece of wall or something to lean against about 8-10ft away.
"I take it this isn't your first time here?"
Sorry "gnome?", it is a halfling.
"No," the halfling responds in a gruff voice. He then clears his throat, revealing a quite a bit higher voice than before, not by much, but by about half an octave, "It's yours I assume."
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Durunga will casually walk down the hall and plop herself wholly in gracefully next to Scipio. “These city folk have a certain smell to them..... stale.” She takes a moment to look around the room for a bit. “It may be a little forward, but why do you end up here today?”
She is remaining calm and a quiet tone to her voice. Doing her best to not let her size be too imposing.
"Yeah, first time. I don't even know why I came, well I know why but I don't know if it was the right decision....what's with the eggs?"
"Egg, singular", he replies.
"None of your business," He says looking up at you, slowly moving the egg closer to his chest.
He then replies, "What's with your face?"
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"I look like my father's side of the family. Mother never let him forget it. "
You see his face makes a strange look.
Roll for insight.
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Insight 7
You have no idea what the look was. He looked confused, but now you look confused.
He rolls for insight.
14
Roll for deception.
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Deception 11 (it is my first time, I'm not sure if I belong here, looks?)
Yeah, mainly can tell you're confused, new to the city (right?), and new here.
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'"That they do, is everyone so proper around here?", Scipio says looking surprised. He remains sitting and looks up coming up full head shorter than the Minotaur. "Name's Scipio, I got a summon from the Chief of this place. Seems they may have some info I'm looking for. I was a few minutes away from asking that Longtooth what is going on, she is reading so she must be the smart one. Yourself?"
Telos will just walk away and take a place between where he is and the desk.
The warforged then approaches you, Scipio. Doesn't say anything, just analyzes you.
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The halfling has no response to this.
You pass by the half-orc, who looks away and grunts.
The longtooth shifter, with no previous indications of hearing anything, looks up from her book and says, "Flamewind will see you now."
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