Scottie replies to Braithe as calmly as possible "Remeber we're going to The Sallow Sow in order to lay low and figure out how to get out the city. Now quickly we must leave before someone notices that we are gone."
Arvidsjaur tries to reach for the cloak, but drops the crowbar on the rigged pavers. Within seconds the door snaps shut and the room is packed with tiefling guards. Arvidsjaur manages to feystep to the warden's stairwell, with no time to retrieve his crowbar. He rushes down the stairs to join the band of adventurers.
"Arvi, can I call you, Arvi? But I saw that cloak when we passed it, and it most certainly wasn't that small. Also, what's with the skedaddling? Are we now in more of a hurry than we already were escaping from a prison? Certainly, we should move, but... what the hell happened in there?"
Scottie will sigh at the elf's tale and say "Quickly everyone lets move. With the trap sprung it shouldn't be long until more guards arrive." Scottie will then usher Braithe to lead us to the Inn.
Rain pours down. A horn reverberates across the tightly packed cobblestone streets, underscored by the roars of a hundred angry tieflings, all banging their weapons against the floors of the detention tower in thunderous unison. Under Scottie's leadership you all head to The Sallow Sow. You wander with Braithe down the grimy streets, glittering in the rain, the old man's eyes glued to the rotting king's body hanging from the citadel.
"He was my brother, you know," Braithe reached into his pocket to check on the tarantula sheltering in his tattered jacket. "King Thedas, I mean. And he's really only my half brother. My mother had an affair with King Felton, Thedas' father. And I was raised in a brothel not far from the Sallow Sow. King Felton ignored me. Queen Tora even tried to have me assassinated. Thedas was the only one who would even so much as speak to me. He would pretend to come down to the brothel once a week a spend a lot of money on the women, but he was giving me money; then, after the king and queen died, Thedas offered me a room in the citadel and a seat on the council."
Braithe fell silent, still watching his decomposing brother swing from the citadel. As you walk along, the level of maintenance on the houses takes a steady dive. Glinting eyes twinkle in dark alleys like spiders awaiting their prey as creatures of all races sharpen their knives and offer their flesh to the highest bidder.
Finally, you reach a rickety building on a bend. A wooden sign swings from an iron pole that juts out from the cracking wall. Burned into it's surface is a pig in a dress, its hair in curlers, wielding a rolling pin like some angry fishwife. You can see inside the window: It is fairly sparsely populated; there are a few drunks who seem as eager to hide as you are.
Scottie will quickly usher Braithe into the tavern and take a seat in a shadowy corner. As soon as he sits down the adrenaline of the escape starts to die down and exhaustion and hunger begin to set in. "Okay, we should be safe at least for a little bit. We still have some material to discuss but first I'm going to take this opportunity for a hot meal. Would you like anything Braithe?" He'll then proceed to order a meal and some cheap ale for the both of us.
You approach the bar to find a goblin tending it. The pointy face creature looks up from the flagon he has been wiping down with a sodden rag as if you've interrupted something very important.
"What d'you want?" he screeches.
Scottie orders chicken broth with herbed bread for him and Braithe. The goblin hands him what looks like a lukewarm bowl of piss with dry old bread that might be edible if you scrape the mold off. It comes with a warm ale the same colour of the soup. "That'll be 15 silver pieces."
Arvidsjaur orders a stew which looks like it came out of the other end of a human being, so piping hot the first taste burns his lip. It is served with an stein of ale. "And that'll be 20 silver pieces for you."
The golbin bartender considers Arvidsjaur's proposal: "I'll let you sleep you and your party rest up in one of our rooms upstairs. You can stay as long as you spend at least three hours a night entertaining my patrons. Might actually get people in here with a little entertainment." the goblin mutters.
Scottie will search his bag for his money, finding it at the bottom of his messenger bag since Druids have little use for money, and flick over 2 gold pieces to the goblin telling him "Keep the change." He'll take the food and drink over to Braithe and tell him to "Dig in." After they both have finished their meal Scottie will look over at Braithe and ask "So, something like this doesn't just happen overnight. You were on the council. Can you tell us how things got this way? How did the Tieflings end up executing King Thedas and ruling over the entire city?"
"I love my brother," Braithe sighed, "but his biggest weakness was his obsession with being liked, to not offend anybody. The tieflings played on that. Any time he wanted to propose anything that wasn't beneficial to the tieflings, they would claim religious differences and it would disappear. Before too long, he was standing by as children were turned into slaves and priests and priestesses into prostitutes."
Scottie replies to Braithe as calmly as possible "Remeber we're going to The Sallow Sow in order to lay low and figure out how to get out the city. Now quickly we must leave before someone notices that we are gone."
[You could roll for it. Acrobatics check. Also, when you escape the tower, you all earn 25xp]
[Massive fail 😂.]
Arvidsjaur tries to reach for the cloak, but drops the crowbar on the rigged pavers. Within seconds the door snaps shut and the room is packed with tiefling guards. Arvidsjaur manages to feystep to the warden's stairwell, with no time to retrieve his crowbar. He rushes down the stairs to join the band of adventurers.
Presumably with a group of guards on his heels] If so I'll cast sleep. 5d8 =26 hp of creatures fall asleep.
[If not lets just continue to the sallow sow]
[Gosh i hope you did Lol]
As you grabbed the cloak, it tore in half; enough to cover a single person balled up on the floor, but not enough to move around.
[Sorry, but you did roll a 5 😉]
"Arvi, can I call you, Arvi? But I saw that cloak when we passed it, and it most certainly wasn't that small. Also, what's with the skedaddling? Are we now in more of a hurry than we already were escaping from a prison? Certainly, we should move, but... what the hell happened in there?"
|PbP: Divisions| Varis Xiloscient | Elf Cleric (3)
Scottie will sigh at the elf's tale and say "Quickly everyone lets move. With the trap sprung it shouldn't be long until more guards arrive." Scottie will then usher Braithe to lead us to the Inn.
Rain pours down. A horn reverberates across the tightly packed cobblestone streets, underscored by the roars of a hundred angry tieflings, all banging their weapons against the floors of the detention tower in thunderous unison. Under Scottie's leadership you all head to The Sallow Sow. You wander with Braithe down the grimy streets, glittering in the rain, the old man's eyes glued to the rotting king's body hanging from the citadel.
"He was my brother, you know," Braithe reached into his pocket to check on the tarantula sheltering in his tattered jacket. "King Thedas, I mean. And he's really only my half brother. My mother had an affair with King Felton, Thedas' father. And I was raised in a brothel not far from the Sallow Sow. King Felton ignored me. Queen Tora even tried to have me assassinated. Thedas was the only one who would even so much as speak to me. He would pretend to come down to the brothel once a week a spend a lot of money on the women, but he was giving me money; then, after the king and queen died, Thedas offered me a room in the citadel and a seat on the council."
Braithe fell silent, still watching his decomposing brother swing from the citadel. As you walk along, the level of maintenance on the houses takes a steady dive. Glinting eyes twinkle in dark alleys like spiders awaiting their prey as creatures of all races sharpen their knives and offer their flesh to the highest bidder.
Finally, you reach a rickety building on a bend. A wooden sign swings from an iron pole that juts out from the cracking wall. Burned into it's surface is a pig in a dress, its hair in curlers, wielding a rolling pin like some angry fishwife. You can see inside the window: It is fairly sparsely populated; there are a few drunks who seem as eager to hide as you are.
Scottie will quickly usher Braithe into the tavern and take a seat in a shadowy corner. As soon as he sits down the adrenaline of the escape starts to die down and exhaustion and hunger begin to set in. "Okay, we should be safe at least for a little bit. We still have some material to discuss but first I'm going to take this opportunity for a hot meal. Would you like anything Braithe?" He'll then proceed to order a meal and some cheap ale for the both of us.
You approach the bar to find a goblin tending it. The pointy face creature looks up from the flagon he has been wiping down with a sodden rag as if you've interrupted something very important.
"What d'you want?" he screeches.
Scottie orders chicken broth with herbed bread for him and Braithe. The goblin hands him what looks like a lukewarm bowl of piss with dry old bread that might be edible if you scrape the mold off. It comes with a warm ale the same colour of the soup. "That'll be 15 silver pieces."
Arvidsjaur orders a stew which looks like it came out of the other end of a human being, so piping hot the first taste burns his lip. It is served with an stein of ale. "And that'll be 20 silver pieces for you."
The golbin bartender considers Arvidsjaur's proposal: "I'll let you sleep you and your party rest up in one of our rooms upstairs. You can stay as long as you spend at least three hours a night entertaining my patrons. Might actually get people in here with a little entertainment." the goblin mutters.
Scottie will search his bag for his money, finding it at the bottom of his messenger bag since Druids have little use for money, and flick over 2 gold pieces to the goblin telling him "Keep the change." He'll take the food and drink over to Braithe and tell him to "Dig in." After they both have finished their meal Scottie will look over at Braithe and ask "So, something like this doesn't just happen overnight. You were on the council. Can you tell us how things got this way? How did the Tieflings end up executing King Thedas and ruling over the entire city?"
"I love my brother," Braithe sighed, "but his biggest weakness was his obsession with being liked, to not offend anybody. The tieflings played on that. Any time he wanted to propose anything that wasn't beneficial to the tieflings, they would claim religious differences and it would disappear. Before too long, he was standing by as children were turned into slaves and priests and priestesses into prostitutes."