"You wage will be ruffly double your current, if you show skill. You'll receive a bonus wage for showing up to the initial interview. And a bonus wage if you last nine tenday. Everything else is negotiable one on one with your employer after your initial training. The job, if you persevere, comes with a clean conscience on past recriminations.", Endure says smoothly and loud enough all present can hear. It's easy to do so as most have stopped their activities to listen.
The man who took the lead speaking starts laughing loudly. "Well! Half us are fools no doubt, but we're all interested in good pay. Clasp come here!"
A small, thin goblin scrambles into the main area to the table.
"Is that what the goblin said?"
"Y-y-yes! She speaks peace! Peace!", it immediately starts weeping and drops to the floor whimpering "Booyahg, Booyahg,Booyahg"
"Now, what the hells is this about.", growls the man.
Blaire laughs, "Means the goblin recognized we've a touch of chaos about us."
"Is he one of the Toe mountain Stonehill?", she asks Gralk who nods.
"Well, a f'kn family reunion. Calls for another round;don't it?"
"Absolutely. A round for everyone!", Endure confirms
The patrons cheer.
Taking a hearty belt from his mug the Ruffian says, "Well. Not much to tell about this Glasstaff or the gig. He's some human mage. Started working with some person or group callin itself black spider. Pulled in some, you call em goblinkin. Has some grotesque one eyed thing keeping watch in the tunnel and is help up under that rundown mansion up the road from here. Originally was just a protection racket; best I understand. Now they got some folk from the area penned up. I'm not keen on that; without a clear profit, ya understand."
Robwin approaches the doorway and notices the figure lying limply in the corner. Can he see roughly if it looks like a human? Or a red brand? Or more like someone from town?
Being careful not to hit the limp figure, he throws a quick bolt of fire at the one with Wolfsong’s axe in its chest, before ducking back into the corridor a little...
((edit:... Lia stays out of this one for now, behind everyone, in the corridor, out of view. Maybe she just keeps a lookout behind, and takes the dodge action.))
Your fire bolt connects with the injured man killing him.
The person in the corner looks at least partially undressed with a blanket tossed carelessly over them. They don't appear to be conscious. You're immediately put to mind they are likely a victim of the Redbrands.
Rinn holds his position, listening to the fight below, but more concerned about a shadowy figure lurking behind the group. He holds an attack, should the figure move towards the party downstairs. As he watches the figure though, he tries to ascertain, if he can, what their intentions might be. Whether they are hostile, friendly, or some shade of grey in between based off their body language (Insight: 10).
Wolfsong, Your turn. There are two men floundering on the table (you tossed them there), one attacking Robwin. The northwest portion of the room is effectively blocked by the bodies of the dead bugbear and chared bandit with your handax still embedded in his chest.
Rinn looks at the figure in the shadows with narrowed eyes. He shrugs, "Well, I'm not running for one but creeping," he replies in his mind, "And second, I'm not so little."
The creature giggles within Rinn's mind. "Is it [gibberish] ... is it broken?" The words expose a hint of amusement and curiosity. Never in its existence has it succeeded at a weirding and learned so little. Here before it was a literal teenage Elf. Not a human or Half-Elf; not a hundred or hundred fifty year old on his first independent adventure. Yet, beyond bannal facts and a nonsensical answer it had gained nothing.
"Is it searching for something?"
Rinn roll a wisdom save.
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At the Sleeping Giant tap house:
"You wage will be ruffly double your current, if you show skill. You'll receive a bonus wage for showing up to the initial interview. And a bonus wage if you last nine tenday. Everything else is negotiable one on one with your employer after your initial training. The job, if you persevere, comes with a clean conscience on past recriminations.", Endure says smoothly and loud enough all present can hear. It's easy to do so as most have stopped their activities to listen.
At the Sleeping Giant tap house:
"What?" One of the drunken men at the bar asks.
He's immediately cuffed in the head by a fellow Ruffian. "Idiot. She's saying they can clear your record if you have a writ out 'ginst ya."
"Hey! Ya really do that?", asks a third.
At the Sleeping Giant tap house:
"At least the Sword Coast and many of our neighboring provinces: absolutely.", Endure assures.
At the Sleeping Giant tap house:
"The same is true for my kin.", adds Gralk in goblin watching the few goblinkin in the adjoining room.
"You speak true.", Endure confirms in goblin.
At the Sleeping Giant tap house:
"What the what?", the youngest at the table asks.
"Telling the goblinkin among you, we're speaking of them as well.", says Endure
At the Sleeping Giant tap house:
The man who took the lead speaking starts laughing loudly. "Well! Half us are fools no doubt, but we're all interested in good pay. Clasp come here!"
A small, thin goblin scrambles into the main area to the table.
"Is that what the goblin said?"
"Y-y-yes! She speaks peace! Peace!", it immediately starts weeping and drops to the floor whimpering "Booyahg, Booyahg,Booyahg"
"Now, what the hells is this about.", growls the man.
Blaire laughs, "Means the goblin recognized we've a touch of chaos about us."
"Is he one of the Toe mountain Stonehill?", she asks Gralk who nods.
"Well, a f'kn family reunion. Calls for another round;don't it?"
"Absolutely. A round for everyone!", Endure confirms
The patrons cheer.
Taking a hearty belt from his mug the Ruffian says, "Well. Not much to tell about this Glasstaff or the gig. He's some human mage. Started working with some person or group callin itself black spider. Pulled in some, you call em goblinkin. Has some grotesque one eyed thing keeping watch in the tunnel and is help up under that rundown mansion up the road from here. Originally was just a protection racket; best I understand. Now they got some folk from the area penned up. I'm not keen on that; without a clear profit, ya understand."
Your fire bolt connects with the injured man killing him.
The person in the corner looks at least partially undressed with a blanket tossed carelessly over them. They don't appear to be conscious. You're immediately put to mind they are likely a victim of the Redbrands.
RInn's Initiative: 11
Rinn holds his position, listening to the fight below, but more concerned about a shadowy figure lurking behind the group. He holds an attack, should the figure move towards the party downstairs. As he watches the figure though, he tries to ascertain, if he can, what their intentions might be. Whether they are hostile, friendly, or some shade of grey in between based off their body language (Insight: 10).
Rinn: Roll a wisdom saving throw and a stealth check
One man jumps forward attempting to grapple Wolfsong (Contested Strength 9)
(( Wolfsong roll a strength check w/ Ad ))
One man swings at Robwin with a short sword (To Hit 7 Damage 2) and a dagger (To Hit 19 Damage 4)
(( FYI: One more Bandit to act; waiting on Wolfsong's grapple results ))
((Sorry for the hold up))
Wolfsong attempts to brace himself against the bandit charging him.
Strength Check: 14
Rinn's Wisdom Save: 7
Rinn's Stealth: 14
(( no worries))
Wolfsong easily fends off the bandit. Spinning him round and tossing him into the other one dropping them both on the table.
Rinn, You hear in your mind, "Oh, so young! So young! Why, cackling, Why, gibberish, Why are you running around so, little, little elf?"
(( You are fully compelled to truthfully answer the question. ))
Wolfsong, Your turn. There are two men floundering on the table (you tossed them there), one attacking Robwin. The northwest portion of the room is effectively blocked by the bodies of the dead bugbear and chared bandit with your handax still embedded in his chest.
Wolfsong draws his second handaxe and throws it at the man attacking Robwin trying to aid his comrade.
Attack: 10 Damage: 3
Rinn looks at the figure in the shadows with narrowed eyes. He shrugs, "Well, I'm not running for one but creeping," he replies in his mind, "And second, I'm not so little."
The creature giggles within Rinn's mind. "Is it [gibberish] ... is it broken?" The words expose a hint of amusement and curiosity. Never in its existence has it succeeded at a weirding and learned so little. Here before it was a literal teenage Elf. Not a human or Half-Elf; not a hundred or hundred fifty year old on his first independent adventure. Yet, beyond bannal facts and a nonsensical answer it had gained nothing.
"Is it searching for something?"
Rinn roll a wisdom save.