Funderburk stands at the entrance; watches as his new companions walked in different paths. He too walks inwards inside the inn, however he walks towards the faded painting of the lion. "Hm. Worn with use. I wonder how long this place has been instilled..."
He enjoys the enthralling history behind old and ancient things. He brings out his pen and parchment paper. Looks around to se if Allister had already found a table so he may sit and enjoy recreating the lion in hopes of what it may have first looked like when painted back in its firsts days.
I forgot to introduce myself as well, my characters name is Funderburk. A Vedalken who is at the age of 40. For all of his life he has been cooped up in a library, due to it being his family business since long before books recorded it. Now, he sets out on this journey in hopes of writing his own book, and to venture the world to see what it offers to a Wizard like him.
He is, as I said, a Vedalken. He has navy blue skin (so really dark) and normal blue eyes, hairless, and has a height of 5'5''. He is a perfectionist, wanting things to be perfect and will batter himself down if it is not. He was raised to be well reserved, and always talk in a formal way no matter the person. I would say as of now he is a little inspired by Boosey because he knows Bards can tell amazing tales. Ironically, I had him know gnomish, and it just turns out he is a gnome. So it all works out in the end,
Thank you again Liquidmotion8 for DMing once more!
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"Hey, why not. I've kissed 'em many a time. That's tame compared to what Captain Fisks crew were singing!" Starts to play "Kissing a mermaid's buttocks" on the flute.
The elf smiles and backs out of the conversation amidst the uproar of the crowd, which quickly takes on a mind of its own. It seems that not only is the song known, it's preferred. The entire tavern joins in on this one, save a few who are either too drunk or just no fun. The song's popularity mingled with a most excellent instrumental backdrop draws more people in from the surrounding area. The dusky elf departs with the standard, "I'll have your order up shortly."
Allister:
You notice the grey skinned elf shake his head at the tabaxi bar tender. The movement is slight, but very deliberate.
After several rousing choruses of "mermaid", jumping from Allister's shoulders, things are calmed down by the plaintive ballad - "'Neath the willows (she did sleep)". Once things have settled, Boosey finishes, puts his flute away, and takes a seat at the table, wiping away the sweat from his brow. "Boy, it's hot in here. I'll be glad of an ale now."
OOC:- I should really introduce Boosey.
A medium sized Gnome with sallow skin, thick brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He's a bard of some reputation, and while he can (and does) play the fool (nothing like a stereotype), he is more interested in gathering stories and unknown songs from around the world. He's travelling at the behest of his employer who has asked him to gather these stories and songs and return with them to Waterdeep. Or so he maintains.
Raised in a travelling troupe on the Sword Coast, run by Harden and Bal Green, a couple of humans, he eventually found employment in the courts of noble houses in Waterdeep. An unfortunate incident involving alcohol and a satirical song (amongst some other incidents - which he'd rather not go into) didn't go down too well in some quarters, and his reputation became tarnished. Fortunately his current employers are quite understanding.
I join Funderburk at the table and try to talk to him as silently as possible. "Listen up for a moment, my friend. I´ve seen you cast spells during our voyage, maybe you can help me now. I have a gut feeling that the waiter and that cat are not legit. Do you have any means of hearing their words or thoughts. Or maybe see if they act strange?" After that I walk across the common room inconspicuously and sit down at a random table with free sight at the bar. I engage in banter with the sailors and have an eye on the tabaxi and the waiter. "Mind if I sit? Wow, that was one hell of a show, aight? So, you mates been here long?"
Funderburk looks from his drawing, giving acknowledgement to what Allister means. The Vedalken stands up, and moves to sit next to Boosey. he smiles, stretches his hand outwards in an hand shake gesture. He sits and begins to talk to him, smiling in a comforting way.
However, as the Vedalken was moving to sit next to Boosey, he glances towards the grey skinned elf and produces a spell: he mutters the incantation of Detect Thoughts towards the elf.
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Funderburk reads the mind of the elf, noting what it has in mind. Concentrating at the task at hand, but also trying to make it seem like he is in a deep conversation with the gnome, he dicides to risk it- for the thrill of his story he convinces himself- that he will probe deeper into the mind of the elf looking for any indication that he is indeed NOT what he seems to portray himself as.
Since I am apart of the Divination School, I get to roll two d20s for myself to roll to replace a another die for either myself or another creature I see within my line of sight. Here are my two rolls for the day:
Sorry for the post saying 'potentially manipulated die. I'm new to this die rolling thing and I first accidently added them, then multiplied them, then fixed them. I know now how to roll die, so you don't have to expect this to happen again.
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Allister: The men in front of you are good company right away. One of them explains that they've been in port for two days. Another corrects him that it's been three days, and the first shrugs it off with a wave of his hand and a, "It doesn't matter! Aye, that song is right as rain for any o' tavern in any o' city! Ha!" The second speaker eyeing the scar across Allister's chin speaks up again, "Are ye new to the port?"
Funderburk:
Elf's wisdom save: 15.
You learn that the tabaxi behind the bar is the owner of this place and that his name is Silent Chance. The elf is indebted to him for an impossible amount...you're not sure how much. He is repaying the tabaxi by stealing from naive guests. This is accomplished by slowly poisoning unsuspecting guests with a sleeping agent, robbing them later in the evening and dumping them elsewhere in the docks. Allister's demeanor proved to be a deterrence for your party. The elf is actively deciding on who else he can con.
The elf returns to the table in short order handing out ales, mushroom wine, and meals. "That's two silver a piece normally, but I've been instructed to let these go on the house. Thanks for the business and good music."
The Vedalken understands what he needs to do next.
As he finishes up the conversation with Boosey, he tells him in gnomish, and in a whisper, what he had discovered. Then, he finishes up what he was doing, thanks the gnome kindly- playing the part- and moves towards Allister. He waits till the human is open, tells him, "The man you caught is not who he is. We will speak once in privacy." He also awaits the Tabaxi to join them, that way everyone is together for him to tell them at once.
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4.
Funderburk's spell is abruptly ended as you feel the elf's consciousness find your own and shut it out.
The dusky elf suddenly recoils with a scowl on his face. Looking at the blue skinned wizard, he says in a low voice, "Whatever games you are playing at here stops now." His voice still carries the sing-song tone standard of the elven race and he seems very serious, although he doesn't appear threatening directly. "If your intentions are to stay here, then you can all stay the hell away from me."
Funderburk surprised because he though he had already ended the spell, raised his hands defensively, "Hahaha, sorry friend. Sometimes a cat prowls when curiosity over takes it."
He wiped the sweat from his face and breathed a sigh of relief. Now he just had to wait till the others grouped up so that he may warn them before it is too late.
As clove entered the inn he's immidentlly setoff by all the noise. Not being a fan of crowds he finds a poorly lit corner and sits down, giving himself and his bat koda some time to catch their bearings after being at sea for their first time. Clove hesitates to join his companions because of the surrounding crowds. Choosing to sit quietly till they are ready to eat.
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Funderburk stands at the entrance; watches as his new companions walked in different paths. He too walks inwards inside the inn, however he walks towards the faded painting of the lion. "Hm. Worn with use. I wonder how long this place has been instilled..."
He enjoys the enthralling history behind old and ancient things. He brings out his pen and parchment paper. Looks around to se if Allister had already found a table so he may sit and enjoy recreating the lion in hopes of what it may have first looked like when painted back in its firsts days.
Made you look.
**OOC**
I forgot to introduce myself as well, my characters name is Funderburk. A Vedalken who is at the age of 40. For all of his life he has been cooped up in a library, due to it being his family business since long before books recorded it. Now, he sets out on this journey in hopes of writing his own book, and to venture the world to see what it offers to a Wizard like him.
He is, as I said, a Vedalken. He has navy blue skin (so really dark) and normal blue eyes, hairless, and has a height of 5'5''. He is a perfectionist, wanting things to be perfect and will batter himself down if it is not. He was raised to be well reserved, and always talk in a formal way no matter the person. I would say as of now he is a little inspired by Boosey because he knows Bards can tell amazing tales. Ironically, I had him know gnomish, and it just turns out he is a gnome. So it all works out in the end,
Thank you again Liquidmotion8 for DMing once more!
Made you look.
I yell "Do you know "Kissing a mermaid´s buttocks?" That´s my favorite."
"Hey, why not. I've kissed 'em many a time. That's tame compared to what Captain Fisks crew were singing!" Starts to play "Kissing a mermaid's buttocks" on the flute.
Performance check (just in case) 24
I hoist Boosey on my shoulders and join in "Round and scaly but sweet as mead..."
"...that fish tailed arse is mine indeed"
"Kissing them buttocks is a pleasure of mine..."
Yes, everyone received 5o gold from Fisk.
The elf smiles and backs out of the conversation amidst the uproar of the crowd, which quickly takes on a mind of its own. It seems that not only is the song known, it's preferred. The entire tavern joins in on this one, save a few who are either too drunk or just no fun. The song's popularity mingled with a most excellent instrumental backdrop draws more people in from the surrounding area. The dusky elf departs with the standard, "I'll have your order up shortly."
Allister:
You notice the grey skinned elf shake his head at the tabaxi bar tender. The movement is slight, but very deliberate.
After several rousing choruses of "mermaid", jumping from Allister's shoulders, things are calmed down by the plaintive ballad - "'Neath the willows (she did sleep)". Once things have settled, Boosey finishes, puts his flute away, and takes a seat at the table, wiping away the sweat from his brow. "Boy, it's hot in here. I'll be glad of an ale now."
OOC:- I should really introduce Boosey.
A medium sized Gnome with sallow skin, thick brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He's a bard of some reputation, and while he can (and does) play the fool (nothing like a stereotype), he is more interested in gathering stories and unknown songs from around the world. He's travelling at the behest of his employer who has asked him to gather these stories and songs and return with them to Waterdeep. Or so he maintains.
Raised in a travelling troupe on the Sword Coast, run by Harden and Bal Green, a couple of humans, he eventually found employment in the courts of noble houses in Waterdeep. An unfortunate incident involving alcohol and a satirical song (amongst some other incidents - which he'd rather not go into) didn't go down too well in some quarters, and his reputation became tarnished. Fortunately his current employers are quite understanding.
I join Funderburk at the table and try to talk to him as silently as possible. "Listen up for a moment, my friend. I´ve seen you cast spells during our voyage, maybe you can help me now. I have a gut feeling that the waiter and that cat are not legit. Do you have any means of hearing their words or thoughts. Or maybe see if they act strange?" After that I walk across the common room inconspicuously and sit down at a random table with free sight at the bar. I engage in banter with the sailors and have an eye on the tabaxi and the waiter. "Mind if I sit? Wow, that was one hell of a show, aight? So, you mates been here long?"
Funderburk looks from his drawing, giving acknowledgement to what Allister means. The Vedalken stands up, and moves to sit next to Boosey. he smiles, stretches his hand outwards in an hand shake gesture. He sits and begins to talk to him, smiling in a comforting way.
However, as the Vedalken was moving to sit next to Boosey, he glances towards the grey skinned elf and produces a spell: he mutters the incantation of Detect Thoughts towards the elf.
Made you look.
Funderburk:
The elf's surface thoughts are that of his job. He's keeping track of what to get and where it goes.
ooc: Just a heads up...Normally, spells with a (V)erbal component cannot be cast subtly, but because of the extreme noise in here, I think it works.
Does Funderburk wish to push a little farther into the mind of the elf?
Funderburk reads the mind of the elf, noting what it has in mind. Concentrating at the task at hand, but also trying to make it seem like he is in a deep conversation with the gnome, he dicides to risk it- for the thrill of his story he convinces himself- that he will probe deeper into the mind of the elf looking for any indication that he is indeed NOT what he seems to portray himself as.
Since I am apart of the Divination School, I get to roll two d20s for myself to roll to replace a another die for either myself or another creature I see within my line of sight. Here are my two rolls for the day:
9
20
Made you look.
**OOC**
Sorry for the post saying 'potentially manipulated die. I'm new to this die rolling thing and I first accidently added them, then multiplied them, then fixed them. I know now how to roll die, so you don't have to expect this to happen again.
Made you look.
Allister: The men in front of you are good company right away. One of them explains that they've been in port for two days. Another corrects him that it's been three days, and the first shrugs it off with a wave of his hand and a, "It doesn't matter! Aye, that song is right as rain for any o' tavern in any o' city! Ha!" The second speaker eyeing the scar across Allister's chin speaks up again, "Are ye new to the port?"
Funderburk:
Elf's wisdom save: 15.
You learn that the tabaxi behind the bar is the owner of this place and that his name is Silent Chance. The elf is indebted to him for an impossible amount...you're not sure how much. He is repaying the tabaxi by stealing from naive guests. This is accomplished by slowly poisoning unsuspecting guests with a sleeping agent, robbing them later in the evening and dumping them elsewhere in the docks. Allister's demeanor proved to be a deterrence for your party. The elf is actively deciding on who else he can con.
The elf returns to the table in short order handing out ales, mushroom wine, and meals. "That's two silver a piece normally, but I've been instructed to let these go on the house. Thanks for the business and good music."
The Vedalken understands what he needs to do next.
As he finishes up the conversation with Boosey, he tells him in gnomish, and in a whisper, what he had discovered. Then, he finishes up what he was doing, thanks the gnome kindly- playing the part- and moves towards Allister. He waits till the human is open, tells him, "The man you caught is not who he is. We will speak once in privacy." He also awaits the Tabaxi to join them, that way everyone is together for him to tell them at once.
Made you look.
4.
Funderburk's spell is abruptly ended as you feel the elf's consciousness find your own and shut it out.
The dusky elf suddenly recoils with a scowl on his face. Looking at the blue skinned wizard, he says in a low voice, "Whatever games you are playing at here stops now." His voice still carries the sing-song tone standard of the elven race and he seems very serious, although he doesn't appear threatening directly. "If your intentions are to stay here, then you can all stay the hell away from me."
Funderburk surprised because he though he had already ended the spell, raised his hands defensively, "Hahaha, sorry friend. Sometimes a cat prowls when curiosity over takes it."
He wiped the sweat from his face and breathed a sigh of relief. Now he just had to wait till the others grouped up so that he may warn them before it is too late.
Made you look.
As clove entered the inn he's immidentlly setoff by all the noise. Not being a fan of crowds he finds a poorly lit corner and sits down, giving himself and his bat koda some time to catch their bearings after being at sea for their first time. Clove hesitates to join his companions because of the surrounding crowds. Choosing to sit quietly till they are ready to eat.