"I can help with asking around, if you like, and play Ms. Good Constable," Serwa says. "I'll be on my best formal behavior as a holy knight. Unless someone is asking for it, then I can go Ms. Bad Constable, and put the fear of my god into them, as the situation calls for it."
"Well I don't know about you all, but I'm starvin...lets get a something to eat." Tomora says as they enter the inn. She will buy an inexpensive meal and rent a room.
The monk walks into the inn and takes a look around. As the shops outside are closing up, (it stands to reason that) townsfolk are starting to filter in for a bit of relaxation. Xianon talks to the barkeep, inquiring about getting a simple room and a simple meal.
The Sleeping Giant is a ramshackle taproom at the east end of town. The paint is peeled from most of the boards making up the dingy building, and the sign hanging above the door is almost illegible. Four human ruffians linger on the covered porch, perched on empty ale barrels or leaning against the wall. They all wear grimy scarlet cloaks, their sullen stares fixed on you as you approach.
One of the thugs spits on the ground. "Well, well," he snarls. "Here's a whole pack of little puppies. What do you want, puppies? Come here to bark at us?"
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Serwa stares blankly and raises an eyebrow. “Puppies in this town walk around covered in armor, bearing weapons and reeking of the blood of their fallen enemies? Your town breeds some mean, tough puppies. Can’t say the same for the men here.”
Intimidate 16
”All bark and no teeth.” Her face remains neutral and her voice flat, per the norm for Serwa, but her intimidation is evident despite this.
Tomora starts to look around for puppies before catching the man's meaning. Glowering at the man, she pauses for a moment while considering whether its a good idea to wild shape into a wolf...but decides to wait and see what happens
The thug leaning against the wall straightens. The one who spoke, still sitting on an overturned barrel, looks Serwa over silently, his eyes narrow. Another ruffian, perched on a railing with his back to the party, straightens. "Sounds like a puppy thinks teeth make it a wolf," he says, slipping to his feet. The fourth draws a shortsword and speaks. "Turn around and walk away, puppies, with your tails between your legs. But drop your weapons, first. Then we'll let you leave."
"You're threatening to draw steel against a paladin of Kelemvor? Haven't you ever heard the one about what happens when a paladin, a monk, a druid, and a sorcerer walk into a bar?"Serwa continues to maintain the expressionless icy gaze, her eyes like a doll, looking through the man at some fixed point in the distance. "It's a good joke."
Tomora's anger flairs when the man says 'wolf', and she can't resist the urge any longer. Her form becomes misty and begins to swirl, rapidly reshaping and materializing into a dark brown wolf. She stands next to Serwa - hackles raised and ears back - ready to follow her lead.
(Tomora will try to help Serwa on any intimidation rolls)
Trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible, the little elf murmurs, "There's really no need for violence. Let's just go back and find the Stonebridge."
The thug who originally spoke is still sitting on his barrel, eyeing the strangers more warily. Finally, without breaking his gaze, he speaks. "Oy! Niklos!"
A moment later, a larger roughneck emerges from the tavern. He takes in the scene for a moment, then breaks into a toothy leer. "Dibs on the pixie," he says loudly enough to carry. "Oy! Girlie! C'mere! My friend wants to sheathe his sword." He makes a crude gesture and all five of them laugh.
Serwa casts a spell, which may initiate a combat, enshrouding her weapon in a divine glow (Divine Favor), but still offering the men the chance to back down, maintaining her intimidating posture from the earlier 21 Intimidate.
“Some Paladins try to avoid bloodshed and killing whenever possible. You’re not dealing with that kind of Paladin, here. The world will be a better place without you men breathing its air, I think. Give me the excuse. Or throw down your weapons, and leave.”
"I can help with asking around, if you like, and play Ms. Good Constable," Serwa says. "I'll be on my best formal behavior as a holy knight. Unless someone is asking for it, then I can go Ms. Bad Constable, and put the fear of my god into them, as the situation calls for it."
"Well I don't know about you all, but I'm starvin...lets get a something to eat." Tomora says as they enter the inn. She will buy an inexpensive meal and rent a room.
Xianon Lathalas
The monk walks into the inn and takes a look around. As the shops outside are closing up, (it stands to reason that) townsfolk are starting to filter in for a bit of relaxation. Xianon talks to the barkeep, inquiring about getting a simple room and a simple meal.
If any shops are open, Serwa will look for a Dragon Chess set, and purchase one if available, and then join the others at the inn.
OOC: No mechanical benefit, she just enjoys games to pass the time, and is actually proficient with this one.
The Sleeping Giant is a ramshackle taproom at the east end of town. The paint is peeled from most of the boards making up the dingy building, and the sign hanging above the door is almost illegible. Four human ruffians linger on the covered porch, perched on empty ale barrels or leaning against the wall. They all wear grimy scarlet cloaks, their sullen stares fixed on you as you approach.
One of the thugs spits on the ground. "Well, well," he snarls. "Here's a whole pack of little puppies. What do you want, puppies? Come here to bark at us?"
Serwa stares blankly and raises an eyebrow. “Puppies in this town walk around covered in armor, bearing weapons and reeking of the blood of their fallen enemies? Your town breeds some mean, tough puppies. Can’t say the same for the men here.”
Intimidate 16
”All bark and no teeth.” Her face remains neutral and her voice flat, per the norm for Serwa, but her intimidation is evident despite this.
Tomora starts to look around for puppies before catching the man's meaning. Glowering at the man, she pauses for a moment while considering whether its a good idea to wild shape into a wolf...but decides to wait and see what happens
Xianon Lathalas
"True tavern experience?" the elf murmurs to Aster. "Does that include the requisite tavern brawl? I was kinda hoping to relax."
The thug leaning against the wall straightens. The one who spoke, still sitting on an overturned barrel, looks Serwa over silently, his eyes narrow. Another ruffian, perched on a railing with his back to the party, straightens. "Sounds like a puppy thinks teeth make it a wolf," he says, slipping to his feet. The fourth draws a shortsword and speaks. "Turn around and walk away, puppies, with your tails between your legs. But drop your weapons, first. Then we'll let you leave."
"You're threatening to draw steel against a paladin of Kelemvor? Haven't you ever heard the one about what happens when a paladin, a monk, a druid, and a sorcerer walk into a bar?" Serwa continues to maintain the expressionless icy gaze, her eyes like a doll, looking through the man at some fixed point in the distance. "It's a good joke."
Tomora's anger flairs when the man says 'wolf', and she can't resist the urge any longer. Her form becomes misty and begins to swirl, rapidly reshaping and materializing into a dark brown wolf. She stands next to Serwa - hackles raised and ears back - ready to follow her lead.
(Tomora will try to help Serwa on any intimidation rolls)
"Now there's a nice puppy," Serwa says dryly, not missing a beat as her druid companion shifts to animal form in the middle of the tavern.
OOC: There are four, all dressed similarly in studded leather, dirty red capes, and shortswords. And bad breath.
Xianon Lathalas
Trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible, the little elf murmurs, "There's really no need for violence. Let's just go back and find the Stonebridge."
The thug who originally spoke is still sitting on his barrel, eyeing the strangers more warily. Finally, without breaking his gaze, he speaks. "Oy! Niklos!"
A moment later, a larger roughneck emerges from the tavern. He takes in the scene for a moment, then breaks into a toothy leer. "Dibs on the pixie," he says loudly enough to carry. "Oy! Girlie! C'mere! My friend wants to sheathe his sword." He makes a crude gesture and all five of them laugh.
Xianon Lathalas
The elf's face hardens. "I've changed my mind," he mutters. "There is need for violence."
Serwa casts a spell, which may initiate a combat, enshrouding her weapon in a divine glow (Divine Favor), but still offering the men the chance to back down, maintaining her intimidating posture from the earlier 21 Intimidate.
“Some Paladins try to avoid bloodshed and killing whenever possible. You’re not dealing with that kind of Paladin, here. The world will be a better place without you men breathing its air, I think. Give me the excuse. Or throw down your weapons, and leave.”
Serwa has drawn her halberd which now glows with divine radiance from blade to shaft, and holds it alongside her body, ready to lash out.
OOC: How far away from us are the 5 men now?