Charisma bounces into the dimly lit tavern, or rather trips, after snagging her cloak on a splintered floor board. Her hood falls off and she quickly pulls it back up over her pointed ears and dark wavy locks. She slowly takes the two steps in reverse to unsnag her hem and peruses the room for an empty seat to sink into as her face flushes.
This is her first time outside of the castle walls of Florin. She is the only daughter of the only daughter of the High Clergyman of the ruling House of Humperdink and her Elvish Dancing Instructor. Her grandfather, ashamed of his daughter's choices had her lover slain, but couldn't bear to destroy his daughter. Charisma was allowed to live hidden away in the home of some Woodland Elves who tended the castle gardens with frequent visits from her loving mother.
With the climate of the castle changing and talk of a war with Guilder , Charisma's mother decided it was time to send her into the world to learn the ways of her father's people. With little more than stories to go on of who her father was and where he came from Charisma is on her own mission to find her place in the world.
She spies a spot next to a friendly looking Teifling and shifty looking smallish fellow.
"Hi'" She grins. Her grin is always so big she feels it at the tip of her ears. It was always a source of discontent to her Grandfather on the rare occassion he visited her in the garden. That man's mouth never opened wider than a duck's bill.
"Name's Mystwaen," she replies to Edith. She takes the money from Edith and goes up to the bar, and hops up onto a stool (she is too short otherwise). She would like to talk to the bartender and get 1 wine platter and 2 beers.
Mystwaen heads up to the bar to place the orders. While she's waiting she overhears of group of guys at the end of bar talking loudly. Well, one is talking loudly "....business with Guilder is nothing but a ploy to jump up the economy. Everyone knows the realms gone to shit since his father fell ill. I'm telling you there making it up so we get all scared and stocking up on supplies! I tell you what, that Prince Hump my dink can" At this point one of the other guys cuts him off "Hey, whatchit now. That damn Count has spies everywhere" He says as he starts looking over his shoulder. He makes eye contact with Mystwaen and scowls at her, clearly suspicious.
By this time Terry has approached Mystwaen "Welcome to the Ogling Ogre, what can I do for ya?"
Meanwhile back at the table while you're making introductions and getting settled in you notice a group of 8 people at the end of your table who are quietly talking to each other while gesturing in your direction. You're not sure but you think a couple of them look familiar from somewhere...
Mystwaen stares back for a moment, trying to figure out who these people are and what business they are referring to. She then looks away to place the order with Terry. "2 beers and a wine, please."
When he comes back with the food and drinks, I'd like to ask him discreetly if he knows who those patrons at the end of the bar are.
"Your other friends at the end of the table are making me feel kind the way they keep glaring over here and whispering" Charisma gestures at the gang of men. "If you were saving this seat for someone or something I'm fine with heading up to the bar." Charisma starts to back her chair away from the table. A pit is growing in the bottom of her stomach. Her mom used to refer to it as her extra elf sense. Something is suspicious in the air of this tavern, she just can't quite place what.
Terry comes back with the order and even though Mystwaen is trying to be discreet on asking he blurts out "That nucklehead there. Mr.Conspiracy? That's just Nedrick. Don't worry, he don't mean any harm" He raises his voice in Nedricks direction "His mouth is just bigger than his brain!" Turning back to Mystwaen "The other ones are Zed and Jed. It's said that Jed used to work for The Count but he'll never talk about it." Scooping up the coin he smiles "Anything else I can do for ya miss?"
“Hi” replies Edith with a smile “no we just met, she offered to go make the orders. I have no idea who those people over there are. I don’t think any of these seats have been reserved.. have they?” She asks milisle. She watches as charisma slowly scoots her chair back.
Wilisle's ears perk up at the mention of The Count and he scans his memory, maybe this "count" is rich enough to have been a customer at his family's store.
(That was close Charisma. It would be roll]1d20+4[/roll with brackets [ ] on either end if that makes sense. Sorry I can't type it all out but then it would roll for me.
Mystwaen, there's nothing about Nedrick and his friends that raises your hackles.
You have all heard of Count Rugen and know him (by reputation only) to be the slick, scary, (probably) psychopathic right hand of the Prince. There's rumors around town that he has his spies everywhere and if you speak ill of the Prince you'll disappear. This rumor had grown on the heals of many disappearances over the last couple weeks.
Wilisle has also heard...
that most of the folks who have said to have gone missing have done so from the thieves forest.
Mystwaen walks back to the table with the food, and sees Charisma sitting next to Edith. "Name's Mystwaen, what's yours?" She sees the group at the end of the table.
(Do they appear like they're from the royal family or military? If so, do I recognize any of them?)
Wilsile decides to actively engage with the group, trying to look natural, he speaks in a hushed tone, just loud enough for Terry and the group to hear. "You are brave to be mentioning the Count in public. Many people who do so, end up a little, uh, less present. If you get my drift. I've heard rumors that the Count is using those thieves we are supposed to be clearing out as his 'employees' on such jobs, so to say. If Jed has worked for him, we should find out. It may benefit us greatly. I don't mind parting with some bribe money... shiny coins can be an effective social lubricant--what do ya say?"
Nedrick turns to Wil and says rather loudly "Oh, so you've heard have you." Raising his voice even louder "Trying to get Jed to talk by offering a few coins! Hahahha!, well aren't you just the cutest! Aint never been anyone in here bfore tried to bribe me" Zed is just nodding along but Jed puts his hand on his friends shoulder. "That's enough now. Thems the new brute squad, cant blame em for asking questions"
Charisma bounces into the dimly lit tavern, or rather trips, after snagging her cloak on a splintered floor board. Her hood falls off and she quickly pulls it back up over her pointed ears and dark wavy locks. She slowly takes the two steps in reverse to unsnag her hem and peruses the room for an empty seat to sink into as her face flushes.
This is her first time outside of the castle walls of Florin. She is the only daughter of the only daughter of the High Clergyman of the ruling House of Humperdink and her Elvish Dancing Instructor. Her grandfather, ashamed of his daughter's choices had her lover slain, but couldn't bear to destroy his daughter. Charisma was allowed to live hidden away in the home of some Woodland Elves who tended the castle gardens with frequent visits from her loving mother.
With the climate of the castle changing and talk of a war with Guilder , Charisma's mother decided it was time to send her into the world to learn the ways of her father's people. With little more than stories to go on of who her father was and where he came from Charisma is on her own mission to find her place in the world.
She spies a spot next to a friendly looking Teifling and shifty looking smallish fellow.
"Hi'" She grins. Her grin is always so big she feels it at the tip of her ears. It was always a source of discontent to her Grandfather on the rare occassion he visited her in the garden. That man's mouth never opened wider than a duck's bill.
"Name's Mystwaen," she replies to Edith. She takes the money from Edith and goes up to the bar, and hops up onto a stool (she is too short otherwise). She would like to talk to the bartender and get 1 wine platter and 2 beers.
"Oh, do you guys know each other?" Charisma's glance moves from Mystwaen's back as she dashes off to the bar to Edith. "I'm new around here. "
Mystwaen heads up to the bar to place the orders. While she's waiting she overhears of group of guys at the end of bar talking loudly. Well, one is talking loudly "....business with Guilder is nothing but a ploy to jump up the economy. Everyone knows the realms gone to shit since his father fell ill. I'm telling you there making it up so we get all scared and stocking up on supplies! I tell you what, that Prince Hump my dink can" At this point one of the other guys cuts him off "Hey, whatchit now. That damn Count has spies everywhere" He says as he starts looking over his shoulder. He makes eye contact with Mystwaen and scowls at her, clearly suspicious.
By this time Terry has approached Mystwaen "Welcome to the Ogling Ogre, what can I do for ya?"
Meanwhile back at the table while you're making introductions and getting settled in you notice a group of 8 people at the end of your table who are quietly talking to each other while gesturing in your direction. You're not sure but you think a couple of them look familiar from somewhere...
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Mystwaen stares back for a moment, trying to figure out who these people are and what business they are referring to. She then looks away to place the order with Terry. "2 beers and a wine, please."
When he comes back with the food and drinks, I'd like to ask him discreetly if he knows who those patrons at the end of the bar are.
"Your other friends at the end of the table are making me feel kind the way they keep glaring over here and whispering" Charisma gestures at the gang of men. "If you were saving this seat for someone or something I'm fine with heading up to the bar." Charisma starts to back her chair away from the table. A pit is growing in the bottom of her stomach. Her mom used to refer to it as her extra elf sense. Something is suspicious in the air of this tavern, she just can't quite place what.
Terry comes back with the order and even though Mystwaen is trying to be discreet on asking he blurts out "That nucklehead there. Mr.Conspiracy? That's just Nedrick. Don't worry, he don't mean any harm" He raises his voice in Nedricks direction "His mouth is just bigger than his brain!" Turning back to Mystwaen "The other ones are Zed and Jed. It's said that Jed used to work for The Count but he'll never talk about it." Scooping up the coin he smiles "Anything else I can do for ya miss?"
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(OOC: Charisma, when you get feelings like that you'll want to roll a check. Give me a perception or insight check. Whichever is best for you)
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I'd like to roll a perception check as well on Nedrick and his friends: 7
(OOC: Do any of us know who The Count is?)
(Edit: I have a +3 to perception which I added to my roll, but I am also proficient in perception, so do I add my proficiency bonus as well?)
“Hi” replies Edith with a smile “no we just met, she offered to go make the orders. I have no idea who those people over there are. I don’t think any of these seats have been reserved.. have they?” She asks milisle. She watches as charisma slowly scoots her chair back.
Wilisle's ears perk up at the mention of The Count and he scans his memory, maybe this "count" is rich enough to have been a customer at his family's store.
Insight check on the Count (?): 22
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(That was close Charisma. It would be roll]1d20+4[/roll with brackets [ ] on either end if that makes sense. Sorry I can't type it all out but then it would roll for me.
Mystwaen, there's nothing about Nedrick and his friends that raises your hackles.
You have all heard of Count Rugen and know him (by reputation only) to be the slick, scary, (probably) psychopathic right hand of the Prince. There's rumors around town that he has his spies everywhere and if you speak ill of the Prince you'll disappear. This rumor had grown on the heals of many disappearances over the last couple weeks.
Wilisle has also heard...
that most of the folks who have said to have gone missing have done so from the thieves forest.
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Mystwaen walks back to the table with the food, and sees Charisma sitting next to Edith. "Name's Mystwaen, what's yours?" She sees the group at the end of the table.
(Do they appear like they're from the royal family or military? If so, do I recognize any of them?)
Wilsile decides to actively engage with the group, trying to look natural, he speaks in a hushed tone, just loud enough for Terry and the group to hear. "You are brave to be mentioning the Count in public. Many people who do so, end up a little, uh, less present. If you get my drift. I've heard rumors that the Count is using those thieves we are supposed to be clearing out as his 'employees' on such jobs, so to say. If Jed has worked for him, we should find out. It may benefit us greatly. I don't mind parting with some bribe money... shiny coins can be an effective social lubricant--what do ya say?"
Give me a persuasion or deception check Wil. Whichever one is better for you.
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Edith nods slowly “I see.. I could part with a few gold, but no more than that I’m a little short of coin.”
Wilisle persuasion check: 20
Nedrick turns to Wil and says rather loudly "Oh, so you've heard have you." Raising his voice even louder "Trying to get Jed to talk by offering a few coins! Hahahha!, well aren't you just the cutest! Aint never been anyone in here bfore tried to bribe me" Zed is just nodding along but Jed puts his hand on his friends shoulder. "That's enough now. Thems the new brute squad, cant blame em for asking questions"
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"Will you answer our questions then?" Mystwaen asks Jed.