Reign of Winter 5e

Rose opens the locker with the key Marcian had so graciously given her as she listens to Ringeirr. She takes whatever she is capable of holding in her bag to show to the others later. 

Just as she parts her lips to speak, Jasun trips and her attention is snapped onto him, the firbolg gasping and rushing to his side. “J-Jasun?! Is everything okay?” She puts a hand to his forehead. “I-I knew I should’ve checked on you sooner!”

Medicine: 11
Insight(just in case): 27

The locker contains a wand of spider climb with 17 charges, a small pouch holding four uncut rubies worth 50 gp each, 179 gp in assorted coinage, and a curious silver mirror engraved with the image of two lovers embracing that’s worth 100 gp. 

On the floor for a moment, it seemed like Jasun was there, but not. Eventually, after a few moments, he refocused, and tilted his head towards Rose. "Rose, my dear, hello! What are you doing up there, if I might ask." He then realized he was on the floor. "Oh, my. Uh." Jasun weakly laughed, trying to play off the fact that he tripped. "What is this, a furniture..ow..factory? I must have not seen the chair while, uh, speaking. Yes, that's it! Nothing to worry about! I'm perfectly fine."

You can absolutely tell that he's lying his ass off.

Insight cause Books is a big dumb: 2

Sera offers Jasun a hand up, and says to him, very quietly as she does so, "Jasun. You are a shitty liar." She narrows her eyes at him and says louder, "Try not to get so wrapped up in the sound of your own voice that you miss the chair next time, hmm?"

He smiles embarrassingly, standing back up. "Perhaps. Yes of course, I shall. Just..didn't see the chair.." he trailed off, trying to process what had just happened and making an attempt to interpret the inflection of Sera's sudden remark. He brushed himself off and said no more. His jaw set and all he could do was fume silently over what Jezzika tried to do.

"Out of morbid curiosity, are beasts such as Winter Wolves allowed to walk the streets, friend Ringeirr?" Zaf asked, finally tearing worried and mayhaps wary gaze off Jasun to regard Ringeirr. He also took off his scimitar, his only martial weapon and hands it over without a fuss. Oddly enough, he still took off his leathers and shield, and either stored them away in a pack or quest they go along in the cart too in a few short words.

"And out plain curiosity, can you tell us more about the Stilyagi. I understand that they are nobles, but... is that only reason they are given so free a pass in the city? Are they too expected to be particularly loyal to the Queen?"

Rose’s brows furrow behind her bangs when she gets the sense that he is most definitely lying. Though, she wouldn’t have been one to call him out on it, Sera caught it too and did, something the firbolg was glad for. Rose would assist in getting him back up, even helping him in a seat had he so wished it. 

When she was assured all was well she turns her attention back onto Ringeirr, waiting for him to answer Zaf’s questions, but she is sure to pass a few worried glances to Jasun, just in case.

"Eet ees seemply because of their noble status. As for the weenter wolves, weetheen the ceety walls, Queen Elvanna gave them the abeeleety to assume the form of humans weeth seelver hair and pale blue eyes. Eef you hef a rimepelt, you would be able to copy that abeeleety while eenside. The deestreect where my contact leeves ees controlled by the weenter wolves."

Sera reluctantly hands over her greatsword and armor, burying it under the fish. She sighs. "Oh, lovely." The blood hunter proceeds to yank her hat more firmly down around her ears.

The goliath naturally falls silent, refocusing her breaths after a skirmish. The more intense it was, the more time she’d need to keep herself from becoming to flustered. Jirel would pace as her heated blood pulses through her veins. There was always something missing, something unsatisfying about these ‘victories’ in battle that would leave her yearning. Chest rising and falling, the blonde will finally stop her pacing when the sickly sweet voice of Silvertongue converses Sera’s story from her.

Not realizing it could have been a personal conversation, Jirel would listen intently to Sera’s words revealing her history and bloodline. The barbarians expression would soften and her heart would tame as she shared one more detail after the next. There were few parallels she could draw to Sera’s story, allowing herself for once to be able to relate to someone else on some level. Though, there was something especially haunting about the cold historic truth of Sera’s blood that Jirel knew she could never understand. But from a warriors perspective, there was also something beautiful ferocious about it too. And as the conversation was winding down to an end, there was a personal air to it was hinting that perhaps it wasn’t one for her to listen in to, and sure enough there it was Jasun’s ‘slip’.

Jirel would grunt and take her leave as well, seeing Zaf fly off. To feel so free... She’d pause to watch him soar freely into the air before glancing over to watch Rose. The barbarians face will soften as she remembers scaring the soft gentle soul away from her too. Her heart would sink, sending her head into a fog.

How Jasun fell, she’d have no idea, but sweet Rose was already at his side being the tender caring soul she is with softened Sera close behind a concerned Nadya. There was no need and no place for Jirel here.

You are a weapon. You are cold. You are forbidden...

The barbarian will stand at the edge of the group, this time her eyes are distant, peering through things rather than at them. Her greataxe will be drawn, held firmly gripped at her side.

"Mees, you weel need to put your axes eento the feeshpile so that we can enter the ceety. All of them."

If Jasun needs to relinquish his dagger he will, if required. Otherwise, he will stand pleasant and quiet with the rest of the group.

Jasun's dagger wouldn't be big enough to draw the attention of the guards, so he can keep it on his person. Nadya places her swords in the fish pile and her dagger down her shirt.

Jirel will grumble then begin handing off her weapons one by one. Javelins, longsword and her great axe. The Goliath would heavily consider finding a way to hide her axes in her furs. And even though she wasn’t lacking in chest size, axes aren’t as easily hidden as daggers. She’d give all three of those up if she had too.

Jirel: "I tell you what, Giant-woman. I hef been smuggleeng people een and out thees ceety seence my nephew and Nadya were cheeldren. Eef you can conceal your axes from me, you can conceal them from the guards and breeng them een eef eet makes you feel better." 

Jirel can attempt a DC18 Sleight of Hand check to hide her axes in her furs. Or she can get plastic surgery to give herself quintuple-D sized boobs so that she can hide her axes in them.

Rose doesn’t seem to be too pleased with having to doff her armor, but sees no other option on the matter and begins to remove it. When done, she sets it in the pile, and looks over to Jirel when Ringeirr tells her she needed to set her axes in the pile. She notes the grumble from the barbarian, and her reluctance in doing so, but eventual acceptance.

The firbolg will give Jirel a reassuring pat on the shoulder and a gentle smile, not letting what happened before deter her from setting her friends nerves at ease. “It’s okay. We’ll get them back soon enough.”

Jirel would raise a brow with intrigue from Nadya’s uncle presenting her with a challenge. She’d give the man another look up and down, as if missing something before. Although she may not be the best at hiding things, she liked the game. And if she failed, perhaps the experience man could give her a few tips. With a toothy smirk, she’ll try her hand at concealing her axes from him.

Sleight of hand: 7 

The goliath will wink to Ringeiir. She always seemed to do better with a challenge, and some encouragement. Jirel would turn to look at Rose, giving her a thankful smile.

You all leave for the Howlings, with your weapons and armor hidden under a pile of fish. The walls of Whitethrone tower 30 feet high, and have the appearance of giant, sharpened femurs fused together, though closer inspection reveals only smooth stonework the color of bleached bone. Massive skulls of the same bone-white stone top the walls, staring with blank gazes outward from the city in all directions. A rough road of frozen mud, churned and trampled from the traffic of countless feet, leads through an opening in the wall, which appears to have been deliberately left unfinished rather than sundered.

In front of the gate is an attractive woman with silver hair and pale blue eyes. She's also wearing chainmail and is wielding a greataxe. "Halt. You must be eenspected before entereeng the ceety. Thees weel only take a few moments."

Jirel will step forward, looking the woman up and down. She’ll obediently hold her arms out, inviting the guard to frisk her.

Sera takes deep breath and steps forward for her inspection.