As the serving girl walks away, the door opens once more. You do not necessarily notice this; you can choose to ignore.
A young woman with black and wavy hair and somewhat dark skin enters. She is wearing a brown jacket and a long skirt with flower decorations. What is Cinta doing?
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Cinta walked in and sat down at a table....this was a very weird day....there was no one to tell her what to do!
She fingered the few coins in her purse that Taryon had pressed into her palm as he left, more money than she had ever seen in her life....
She gazed around wide eyed looking at the other patrons for what someone was supposed to do in this sort of place....her heart still pounding as she expected it all to be snatched away once again.
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You look around, fearing that someone will take the coin you were given (which is 9+5g btw). None of the patrons in the Shady Bough seem to care about you, and I mean that in a good way. Nobody notices or pays any attention to you.
You look around, fearing that someone will take the coin you were given (which is 2+5g btw). None of the patrons in the Shady Bough seem to care about you, and I mean that in a good way. Nobody notices or pays any attention to you.
Cinta pointed at one of the drinks another patron was drinking and asked if she could have one of those.
The barmaid serving you looks back at the patron you pointed at. Her eyes visibly widen, then she shrugs and walks off. Couple of minutes later, she brings you a large glass of ale. The glass is a little over half a foot tall and has a handle. The drink itself takes up about 3/4 of the glass including the handle, which you can see was made to be like a hollow tube.
The barmaid serving you looks back at the patron you pointed at. Her eyes visibly widen, then she shrugs and walks off. Couple of minutes later, she brings you a large glass of ale. The glass is a little over half a foot tall and has a handle. The drink itself takes up about 3/4 of the glass including the handle, which you can see was made to be like a hollow tube.
Cinta sipped the drink carefully, it being the first time she had tried ale.
The size sounds like a Zemnian stein style glass that we use for our harvest festivals. They fit around 34oz of ale. One of those?
((No, they’re not that big. It’s about 8 inches tall, like an Oktoberfest glass mug. Right now is not a holiday time anyway. Cinta asked for one like another patron’s and the barmaid thought she wanted one like this.))
Cinta You take a sip of the ale and you feel the sweet taste of it as it covers your tongue. It’s so sweet it makes you try your hardest not to swallow any of it.
Orin and Leon are sitting together, what are they doing?
The afternoon passes rather quickly in the Shady Bough inn with three of our soon-to-be-heroes. Cinta has gone through her first glass mug of ale, for which she was charged 2g. Orin reads through the book he borrowed from the Darrington estate, while Leon sat quietly, watching his tablemate flip a page once a minute.
As the sun begins to set in another part of town, the goliath is being escorted out of the jail the same way he had been earlier in the day. About 20 minutes later, he is brought in front of a ginormous mansion. It looks old, yet well-maintained, like an antique. The guards take him all the way to the large doors, which stand about a foot taller than the goliath. The doors are opened by an elderly man, about 70-ish years of age. “Hello. You must be Arrin. The lawmaster stopped by and told me you would be here. Come inside.” He moves out of the way to let you in, and you see him make a quick motion to the guards. You can hear the guards turn around to leave. “I’m Lawrence.” He reaches out to shake your hand, his arm slightly trembling as he does so.
Arrin carefully shakes the hand saying, "Are you who I have to do community service for?"He asks with a raised eyebrow taking in the surrounding mansion.
Arrin carefully shakes the hand saying, "Are you who I have to do community service for?"He asks with a raised eyebrow taking in the surrounding mansion.
OOC: I assume I'm chained up/equipmentless still.
((The guards removed your chains before they left you at the door. You are equipmentless, though.))
Lawrence shakes his head. “No, you’ll be working for my husband. He will be here—never mind, he is right behind you.” You turn around to see another man, about 60 years old, approach you from behind. “This is Taryon. You will be working for him.” Taryon smiles, though he seems a little surprised. It’s pretty safe to assume he wasn’t around when the lawmaster stopped by. “Larry, is Doty back yet?” Larry nods. “With the sweet girl, yes. He went to the Shady Bough to call in a few others.” Taryon turns to you. His gaze moves down from head to toe as if he’s trying to determine your capabilities. He sort of shakes his head up and down, showing approval. “Alright. Can you bring him to my office in 30 minutes?” Larry nods before saying, “The guards dropped off your equipment earlier. Follow me.”
Back at the Shady Bough inn, the door opens as a tall, lanky robotic being enters. He looks around at the patrons and stops when he sees Cinta. He begins moving toward her. A few seconds later, he says, “Miss Cinta, Tary has asked for you to return for that favor.” He looks at the two men at the table with her and spots the book in Orin’s hands. “That is property of the Darrington estate. Please come with me to bring it back.” Then he turns to Leon. “You match a description that Taryon has given me. The thing you requested may have been found.”
Arrin is rubbing his wrists where the chains dug in a little bit, "Perfect. If whatever I am to do requires my axe and armor than I am already down. Well....assuming the next person I punch is an actual challenge and won't pass out from a simple nose bleed." Arrin chuckles to himself before adding, "Lead the way." Following the man to his equipment.
"Very well." Leon says, getting to his feet. He glances to the others at his table. "Seems like we are all heading to the same place..." He will give the slightly-drunk woman, who he has not learned her name as of yet, a hand up and will help support her if she seems a bit wobbly on her feet. "My name is Leon he will say as they prepare to head out."
Orin will close the book and carefully put it in his bag, makeing sure to close it tight. „Of courese, that was my plan anyway.“ He eyes Doty curiously while getting up. He slowly approaches the metal man and lifts a knuckle as if he were trying to knock on Dotys chest. „May I?“ Once his curiosity is satisfyed (or not), he will follow to the estate. He will always keep a hand on his bag to make sure no cutpurse steals the borrowed book while he ties to return it.
“All I know is it was something of a bar fight between two drunks. One of them is still unconscious, I think.”
Orin speaks his thanks for the information and keeps on reading.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Leon does not seem all that interested in a bar fight.
As the serving girl walks away, the door opens once more. You do not necessarily notice this; you can choose to ignore.
A young woman with black and wavy hair and somewhat dark skin enters. She is wearing a brown jacket and a long skirt with flower decorations. What is Cinta doing?
Cinta walked in and sat down at a table....this was a very weird day....there was no one to tell her what to do!
She fingered the few coins in her purse that Taryon had pressed into her palm as he left, more money than she had ever seen in her life....
She gazed around wide eyed looking at the other patrons for what someone was supposed to do in this sort of place....her heart still pounding as she expected it all to be snatched away once again.
Perception:15
Insight:13
You look around, fearing that someone will take the coin you were given (which is 9+5g btw). None of the patrons in the Shady Bough seem to care about you, and I mean that in a good way. Nobody notices or pays any attention to you.
Cinta pointed at one of the drinks another patron was drinking and asked if she could have one of those.
The barmaid serving you looks back at the patron you pointed at. Her eyes visibly widen, then she shrugs and walks off. Couple of minutes later, she brings you a large glass of ale. The glass is a little over half a foot tall and has a handle. The drink itself takes up about 3/4 of the glass including the handle, which you can see was made to be like a hollow tube.
The size sounds like a Zemnian stein style glass that we use for our harvest festivals. They fit around 34oz of ale. One of those?
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]Cinta sipped the drink carefully, it being the first time she had tried ale.
((No, they’re not that big. It’s about 8 inches tall, like an Oktoberfest glass mug. Right now is not a holiday time anyway. Cinta asked for one like another patron’s and the barmaid thought she wanted one like this.))
Cinta
You take a sip of the ale and you feel the sweet taste of it as it covers your tongue. It’s so sweet it makes you try your hardest not to swallow any of it.
Orin and Leon are sitting together, what are they doing?
The afternoon passes rather quickly in the Shady Bough inn with three of our soon-to-be-heroes. Cinta has gone through her first glass mug of ale, for which she was charged 2g. Orin reads through the book he borrowed from the Darrington estate, while Leon sat quietly, watching his tablemate flip a page once a minute.
As the sun begins to set in another part of town, the goliath is being escorted out of the jail the same way he had been earlier in the day. About 20 minutes later, he is brought in front of a ginormous mansion. It looks old, yet well-maintained, like an antique. The guards take him all the way to the large doors, which stand about a foot taller than the goliath. The doors are opened by an elderly man, about 70-ish years of age. “Hello. You must be Arrin. The lawmaster stopped by and told me you would be here. Come inside.” He moves out of the way to let you in, and you see him make a quick motion to the guards. You can hear the guards turn around to leave. “I’m Lawrence.” He reaches out to shake your hand, his arm slightly trembling as he does so.
Cinta rose from her seat unsteadily, not used to ale, and moved carefully if with some swaying over to the two men.
She focused her eyes on the book, " How do you do that....with the looking....and the under......thing....standing...."
Her steadying hand slipped and she fell backwards landing on her butt and looking up at the two men, " Oops!"
"Here, try a chair instead." Leon says with a friendly smile, helping her to a seat.
Arrin carefully shakes the hand saying, "Are you who I have to do community service for?" He asks with a raised eyebrow taking in the surrounding mansion.
OOC: I assume I'm chained up/equipmentless still.
((The guards removed your chains before they left you at the door. You are equipmentless, though.))
Lawrence shakes his head. “No, you’ll be working for my husband. He will be here—never mind, he is right behind you.” You turn around to see another man, about 60 years old, approach you from behind. “This is Taryon. You will be working for him.” Taryon smiles, though he seems a little surprised. It’s pretty safe to assume he wasn’t around when the lawmaster stopped by. “Larry, is Doty back yet?” Larry nods. “With the sweet girl, yes. He went to the Shady Bough to call in a few others.” Taryon turns to you. His gaze moves down from head to toe as if he’s trying to determine your capabilities. He sort of shakes his head up and down, showing approval. “Alright. Can you bring him to my office in 30 minutes?” Larry nods before saying, “The guards dropped off your equipment earlier. Follow me.”
Back at the Shady Bough inn, the door opens as a tall, lanky robotic being enters. He looks around at the patrons and stops when he sees Cinta. He begins moving toward her. A few seconds later, he says, “Miss Cinta, Tary has asked for you to return for that favor.” He looks at the two men at the table with her and spots the book in Orin’s hands. “That is property of the Darrington estate. Please come with me to bring it back.” Then he turns to Leon. “You match a description that Taryon has given me. The thing you requested may have been found.”
Cinta clumsily climbed onto the chair putting a hand on Leons face, " Your....kind...."
" People aren't kind.......oh, except Taryon....he's so nice...so nice...so nice,,,,:", her forehead settled gently on the table.
As Doty entered she opened one eye blearily, " Oh, its Doty....."
Arrin is rubbing his wrists where the chains dug in a little bit, "Perfect. If whatever I am to do requires my axe and armor than I am already down. Well....assuming the next person I punch is an actual challenge and won't pass out from a simple nose bleed." Arrin chuckles to himself before adding, "Lead the way." Following the man to his equipment.
"Very well." Leon says, getting to his feet. He glances to the others at his table. "Seems like we are all heading to the same place..." He will give the slightly-drunk woman, who he has not learned her name as of yet, a hand up and will help support her if she seems a bit wobbly on her feet. "My name is Leon he will say as they prepare to head out."
Orin will close the book and carefully put it in his bag, makeing sure to close it tight. „Of courese, that was my plan anyway.“ He eyes Doty curiously while getting up. He slowly approaches the metal man and lifts a knuckle as if he were trying to knock on Dotys chest. „May I?“ Once his curiosity is satisfyed (or not), he will follow to the estate. He will always keep a hand on his bag to make sure no cutpurse steals the borrowed book while he ties to return it.
Attack: [roll]3d20dl2+6[/roll] Damage: [roll](if([roll:-1:critical], =0, 1d8, 2{1d8}.expand()))+4[/roll] Sneakattack: [roll](if([roll:-2:critical], =0, 2d6, 2{2d6}.expand()))[/roll]