Uthal looks thoughtful. "What are the rules of the arena? To the death or just competition? Hands? Weapons? Magic? I love competition but I don't look to die in some pit for sport."
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Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisysin Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
“Very well. I can tell where your priorities lay.” For the first time, since your arrival, the woman lost her cheerful smile. It wasn’t exactly a flip in expressions, but simply a softer cheer. She pointed towards an opening to a hall, at the other end of the bar. “The first door on the left will be a stairwell leading down to the arena. The arena is a contest of one on one hand to hand, plain and simple; no weapons, no armor, no magic. And I resent the implication that our establishment just has a ‘pit.’ It’s a ring...that’s sunken in the ground.” She almost mumbled the last part, but intentionally made it clear enough for Uthal to hear. And just like that, the smile was back. “Please don’t die down there though. You look like a lot of weight to drag back up the stairs.”
Uthal nods and starts down the hall. "I come from a place without much use for coin. If I want to stay here I need more." With that he continues walking.
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Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisysin Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
As Uthal walks away from the group, a short elven girl comes from the side door, behind the counter. “Over here,” the woman beckons the her, and then turns back to the party, minus one. She assists the elf in placing engraved wooden planks, before the three of you, as well as several rather small bowling cauldrons.
There are two planks in front of each of you, and two cauldrons as well, all bubbling. As well as two and two in front of an empty seat, presumably having been intended for Uthal. On each of the left planks there are a variety of different cuts of meat, some red, some white. While the animal may not be identified, it is noticeable that the meat is raw. The cauldron places with these planks seem to be filled with some sort of oil, and the base of the cauldrons seem to have a red glow to them, likely keeping the oil boiling.
The other planks (the one to everyone’s right) held a variety of breads and vegetables, with a cauldron filled with a thick yellowish liquid. And between each set of planks are two thin two-pronged forks, approximately 16 inches long.
“Enjoy your meal, and let me know if there’s anything further.” The elven girl disappears back through the door and the woman bartender turns to see to other patrons further down the counter.
“Of course, dear.” The woman looks at the planks and cauldrons on the bar counter for a second, before returning her gaze. “You may want to consider moving to a table though.” Handing Anearis another thin leather bound book menu, she opens it for him to a specific page. “ But just let me know what you’d like.”
While looking over the list, Anearis had and shaking his head, a hand clasps down on one of Ander's shoulders, nonthreatening, but firm. The tiefling, from before, Vincent, as the barmaid had called him, stood behind Ander. "If you are unhappy with the service or goods, you are always welcome to find accommodations elsewhere in the city."
((Meanwhile...back to Uthal who had actively separated himself from the party))
It was a short walk to the arena, which turned out to be surprisingly close, considering the lack of noise, until he had physically entered the area. Having followed the woman's instructions, Uthal took a left at the end of the bar, in order to enter a hallway, and the first door on the left. The door lead to a steep straight straiwell with wooden guardrails on either side. The music on the establishment's main level faded as the door closed behind him, and it was silence until he reached the door at the bottom of the steps. There he could hear sound of some sort beyond, but it was unclear as to what from. Stepping through the door, the sound hit him last a blast.
The scene Uthal stepped into, comparatively could have made the main floor feel like someone just came from a funeral. There were underground, that was for sure, but in such a massive, cavernous room. It was a large amphitheater-like set up, running 360, all the way around the room. And it was filled, with all manner of race and creature. There could be 100, 200 or more, all filling the platforms around a center pit, and all shouting, jeering, cheering.
As Uthal stepped through the door, a Hobgoblin blocks his path, and holds up his hand, to stop Uthal. The man is wearing the same decor as the tiefling, who had stopped them originally, from entering the Maiden's Bossom; long tanned leather braces run the length of his forearms, and he wears a pair of pants and boots that match. The hobgoblin also had a similar disposition, saying something, only a few words. However, they were completely drowned out by the crowd. Pulled a small blue slip of parchment from a pouch at his side, the hobgoblin hands it to Uthal, and steps aside.
There are stairs, throughout this ampitheater, cutting between the platforms, and creating small windows of opportunity to see the pit below more clearly. As the hobgoblin moved aside, Uthal had the view of two figures swinging at each other. One, a medium-sized humanish figure, though from this distance it was hard to tell exactly the race. The other however, easily distinguishable by the cat-like features. Both had nothing more on than simple clothing, and cloth wraps around their hands and feet. The tabaxi was leaping around, as the 'human' tried to get a beat on the movements, but it was too late. Jumping into the air, the yellow and white furred tabaxi, caught the 'human' in the chin, with a stiff kick, and the human feel face first to the ground.
The crowd silenced for a second, only to immedietely be replaced by more excitement as shouting, as from the pit, Uthal can hear a figureless, gruff, yet still noticeably female voice yell "WINNER!"
Anearis looks quizzically at the smoke "menu". He never expected to have such an array of choice. For a long time, he stared blankly at the sheet of paper, wondering what each herbs would taste like. He finally decided on an herbal infusion, for something that reminded him of home. He took 2 silver pieces out of his pouch and slid them across the counter.
“Vincent, he’s obviously a foreigner and isn’t used to the prices, because he’s likely not used to the quality. I doubt he meant any disrespect. Right dear?” The woman addressed Ander and the Tiefling behind him.
Vincent starred down at Ander, waiting for a reply, while the woman turned to Anearis, and accepted the silver. “Of course dear. It’ll be just a moment,” and she turned and disappeared into another door, behind the counter, but at the far end.
Uthal turns and walks back out the door, realizing the others didn't follow him. When he gets back to the front room he sits down at his plate. "So, there is a fight but I don't know how to enter or what this slip means." He holds up the piece of paper and then sets it down before picking up a fork and dipping a piece of meat in the oil. Seeing the look on his companions faces he says, "What? I'm from the mountains but I'm not a savage."
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Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisysin Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
As Uthal sits down, on the right most seat of the party, another patron, a few seats down, over hears him. “Must be from someplace else if you don’t recognize a betting slip.”
The voice came from a gnome with a thick white whiskery beard and a floppy red hat, sitting and enjoying a large tankard of some unknown drink. He reaches into his coat and pulls out one as well. “When you talk to the bet-takers in the crowds down there, this is how they mark it.” The gnome eyes you up and down. “Don’t suppose a big man like yourself is looking to make some money in that ring, are ya?”
The barmaid returned, carrying a large ornamental thin vase, a flexible coil tube attached to its base. As she walks past the gnome snaps back to his earlier composure, looking straightforward, drink in hand, as if attempting to hide any earlier engagement, with Uthal.
”There you are dear” She had to move the place settings around, but ultimately made enough room on the counter, in front of Anearis, to place it. It stood approximately 2 and half feet tall, or so. The same elvish girl who had brought the food earlier, came through the door, holding a pewter dish with hot coals, and some tongs. Placing the coals in a dish at the top of the object, she then handed the coiled tube to Anearis. “Please, enjoy.”
"No, no. I'm sure it's all worth the price. I was born miserly." Ander gives Vincent a placating smile and scratches at his ragged beard for emphasis. "Or maybe it was too much time in the army."
Vincent removes his hand from Ander’s shoulder, and lets out a low close-mouthed growl. Perhaps, not necessarily convinced by Ander’s words, but at least seemingly content with the response, Vincent leaves the group and heads back towards that entry room for the establishment’s front door.
The barmaid, having handed over the smoking apparatus to Anearis, turned to Uthal, “Short visit to the arena, done already?”
Anearis looked at the smoking apparatus with a mild look of confusion. This wasn’t what he was used to back home and he wasn’t sure how to use it. He imagined that the coiled tube was where he was suppose to inhale, but it didn’t seem natural to him. The civilized world was all still fairly new to him.
Nevertheless, he paid for this and he wouldn’t let this go to waste. He took the coiled tube and started inhaling from it.
(OoC: not a smoker in real life as I’m sure you can tell)
Uthal looks up to the barmaid. "Yes. Couldn't figure out how it worked and it was too loud to ask so I thought it best to come back. No point in losing money to something you don't understand."
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Upon his first inhale, Anearis’s senses are met with exactly as the menu promised. Perhaps not the same forests of his own home, but still familiar smells all the same as one would relate to being in the forest. The smoke provided a relaxing sensation, as long as Anearis would give into it. And allow him to clear his head.
((Upon completion of the tobacco, Anearis receives advantage on ever WIS-based roll, for one hour.))
“It’d be a matter of waiting for a lull in the crowd, in between fights. That’s when they’d be taking bets. Just look for whomever people start to swarm towards. As far as fighting goes, there should be a cheerful orangey fellow, Kah’rhat, stopping you at the door. He can point you towards the Pit Master. The night’s still young, so you have plenty of time.”
The woman turns to the party as a whole. “You sure there’s nothing I can get you to drink? Maybe bring someone to keep you company, something to help you relax”
Uthal looks thoughtful. "What are the rules of the arena? To the death or just competition? Hands? Weapons? Magic? I love competition but I don't look to die in some pit for sport."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
“Very well. I can tell where your priorities lay.” For the first time, since your arrival, the woman lost her cheerful smile. It wasn’t exactly a flip in expressions, but simply a softer cheer. She pointed towards an opening to a hall, at the other end of the bar. “The first door on the left will be a stairwell leading down to the arena. The arena is a contest of one on one hand to hand, plain and simple; no weapons, no armor, no magic. And I resent the implication that our establishment just has a ‘pit.’ It’s a ring...that’s sunken in the ground.” She almost mumbled the last part, but intentionally made it clear enough for Uthal to hear. And just like that, the smile was back. “Please don’t die down there though. You look like a lot of weight to drag back up the stairs.”
Uthal nods and starts down the hall. "I come from a place without much use for coin. If I want to stay here I need more." With that he continues walking.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
As Uthal walks away from the group, a short elven girl comes from the side door, behind the counter. “Over here,” the woman beckons the her, and then turns back to the party, minus one. She assists the elf in placing engraved wooden planks, before the three of you, as well as several rather small bowling cauldrons.
There are two planks in front of each of you, and two cauldrons as well, all bubbling. As well as two and two in front of an empty seat, presumably having been intended for Uthal. On each of the left planks there are a variety of different cuts of meat, some red, some white. While the animal may not be identified, it is noticeable that the meat is raw. The cauldron places with these planks seem to be filled with some sort of oil, and the base of the cauldrons seem to have a red glow to them, likely keeping the oil boiling.
The other planks (the one to everyone’s right) held a variety of breads and vegetables, with a cauldron filled with a thick yellowish liquid. And between each set of planks are two thin two-pronged forks, approximately 16 inches long.
“Enjoy your meal, and let me know if there’s anything further.” The elven girl disappears back through the door and the woman bartender turns to see to other patrons further down the counter.
Anearis turns to the barmaid.
"Would you happen to have a pipe and some tobacco? I could use something to clear my mind a little."
“Of course, dear.” The woman looks at the planks and cauldrons on the bar counter for a second, before returning her gaze. “You may want to consider moving to a table though.” Handing Anearis another thin leather bound book menu, she opens it for him to a specific page. “ But just let me know what you’d like.”
((Fourth Page))
SMOKE
Tobacco: 5 cp
Herbal Infused: 2 sp
Specialties: 5 sp
Ander shakes his head slightly at the prices.
While looking over the list, Anearis had and shaking his head, a hand clasps down on one of Ander's shoulders, nonthreatening, but firm. The tiefling, from before, Vincent, as the barmaid had called him, stood behind Ander. "If you are unhappy with the service or goods, you are always welcome to find accommodations elsewhere in the city."
((Meanwhile...back to Uthal who had actively separated himself from the party))
It was a short walk to the arena, which turned out to be surprisingly close, considering the lack of noise, until he had physically entered the area. Having followed the woman's instructions, Uthal took a left at the end of the bar, in order to enter a hallway, and the first door on the left. The door lead to a steep straight straiwell with wooden guardrails on either side. The music on the establishment's main level faded as the door closed behind him, and it was silence until he reached the door at the bottom of the steps. There he could hear sound of some sort beyond, but it was unclear as to what from. Stepping through the door, the sound hit him last a blast.
The scene Uthal stepped into, comparatively could have made the main floor feel like someone just came from a funeral. There were underground, that was for sure, but in such a massive, cavernous room. It was a large amphitheater-like set up, running 360, all the way around the room. And it was filled, with all manner of race and creature. There could be 100, 200 or more, all filling the platforms around a center pit, and all shouting, jeering, cheering.
As Uthal stepped through the door, a Hobgoblin blocks his path, and holds up his hand, to stop Uthal. The man is wearing the same decor as the tiefling, who had stopped them originally, from entering the Maiden's Bossom; long tanned leather braces run the length of his forearms, and he wears a pair of pants and boots that match. The hobgoblin also had a similar disposition, saying something, only a few words. However, they were completely drowned out by the crowd. Pulled a small blue slip of parchment from a pouch at his side, the hobgoblin hands it to Uthal, and steps aside.
There are stairs, throughout this ampitheater, cutting between the platforms, and creating small windows of opportunity to see the pit below more clearly. As the hobgoblin moved aside, Uthal had the view of two figures swinging at each other. One, a medium-sized humanish figure, though from this distance it was hard to tell exactly the race. The other however, easily distinguishable by the cat-like features. Both had nothing more on than simple clothing, and cloth wraps around their hands and feet. The tabaxi was leaping around, as the 'human' tried to get a beat on the movements, but it was too late. Jumping into the air, the yellow and white furred tabaxi, caught the 'human' in the chin, with a stiff kick, and the human feel face first to the ground.
The crowd silenced for a second, only to immedietely be replaced by more excitement as shouting, as from the pit, Uthal can hear a figureless, gruff, yet still noticeably female voice yell "WINNER!"
Uthal looks down at the piece of paper in his hand since he can't hear anything.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
The blue slip of parchment is about an inch wide and four inches long. There is, in black ink, an inscribed “MB” and a number “178”.
It is visible that other individuals around Uthal also have similar blue slips of paper.
"Not unhappy. Just less of a spender than my friends here."
Anearis looks quizzically at the smoke "menu". He never expected to have such an array of choice. For a long time, he stared blankly at the sheet of paper, wondering what each herbs would taste like. He finally decided on an herbal infusion, for something that reminded him of home. He took 2 silver pieces out of his pouch and slid them across the counter.
"I think I'll have the Pine and Sage, please."
“Vincent, he’s obviously a foreigner and isn’t used to the prices, because he’s likely not used to the quality. I doubt he meant any disrespect. Right dear?” The woman addressed Ander and the Tiefling behind him.
Vincent starred down at Ander, waiting for a reply, while the woman turned to Anearis, and accepted the silver. “Of course dear. It’ll be just a moment,” and she turned and disappeared into another door, behind the counter, but at the far end.
Uthal turns and walks back out the door, realizing the others didn't follow him. When he gets back to the front room he sits down at his plate. "So, there is a fight but I don't know how to enter or what this slip means." He holds up the piece of paper and then sets it down before picking up a fork and dipping a piece of meat in the oil. Seeing the look on his companions faces he says, "What? I'm from the mountains but I'm not a savage."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
As Uthal sits down, on the right most seat of the party, another patron, a few seats down, over hears him. “Must be from someplace else if you don’t recognize a betting slip.”
The voice came from a gnome with a thick white whiskery beard and a floppy red hat, sitting and enjoying a large tankard of some unknown drink. He reaches into his coat and pulls out one as well. “When you talk to the bet-takers in the crowds down there, this is how they mark it.” The gnome eyes you up and down. “Don’t suppose a big man like yourself is looking to make some money in that ring, are ya?”
The barmaid returned, carrying a large ornamental thin vase, a flexible coil tube attached to its base. As she walks past the gnome snaps back to his earlier composure, looking straightforward, drink in hand, as if attempting to hide any earlier engagement, with Uthal.
”There you are dear” She had to move the place settings around, but ultimately made enough room on the counter, in front of Anearis, to place it. It stood approximately 2 and half feet tall, or so. The same elvish girl who had brought the food earlier, came through the door, holding a pewter dish with hot coals, and some tongs. Placing the coals in a dish at the top of the object, she then handed the coiled tube to Anearis. “Please, enjoy.”
"No, no. I'm sure it's all worth the price. I was born miserly." Ander gives Vincent a placating smile and scratches at his ragged beard for emphasis. "Or maybe it was too much time in the army."
Vincent removes his hand from Ander’s shoulder, and lets out a low close-mouthed growl. Perhaps, not necessarily convinced by Ander’s words, but at least seemingly content with the response, Vincent leaves the group and heads back towards that entry room for the establishment’s front door.
The barmaid, having handed over the smoking apparatus to Anearis, turned to Uthal, “Short visit to the arena, done already?”
Anearis looked at the smoking apparatus with a mild look of confusion. This wasn’t what he was used to back home and he wasn’t sure how to use it. He imagined that the coiled tube was where he was suppose to inhale, but it didn’t seem natural to him. The civilized world was all still fairly new to him.
Nevertheless, he paid for this and he wouldn’t let this go to waste. He took the coiled tube and started inhaling from it.
(OoC: not a smoker in real life as I’m sure you can tell)
Uthal looks up to the barmaid. "Yes. Couldn't figure out how it worked and it was too loud to ask so I thought it best to come back. No point in losing money to something you don't understand."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Upon his first inhale, Anearis’s senses are met with exactly as the menu promised. Perhaps not the same forests of his own home, but still familiar smells all the same as one would relate to being in the forest. The smoke provided a relaxing sensation, as long as Anearis would give into it. And allow him to clear his head.
((Upon completion of the tobacco, Anearis receives advantage on ever WIS-based roll, for one hour.))
“It’d be a matter of waiting for a lull in the crowd, in between fights. That’s when they’d be taking bets. Just look for whomever people start to swarm towards. As far as fighting goes, there should be a cheerful orangey fellow, Kah’rhat, stopping you at the door. He can point you towards the Pit Master. The night’s still young, so you have plenty of time.”
The woman turns to the party as a whole. “You sure there’s nothing I can get you to drink? Maybe bring someone to keep you company, something to help you relax”