Zodge blinks, looking at Chance closely before huffing. "Just know that I have eyes everywhere in this city," he warns, his gaze straying beyond Chance to the rest of the party. "I'll know if you don't heed my orders." He turns away then, clearly dismissing the party.
(Technically the DM Map, but some of you would be familiar enough with the city by now to know these locations.)
You all are at the Basilisk Gate currently. You are tasked with making your way to Elfsong Tavern. You may make your way there immediately or you may explore the city/take care of other business~
Move cautiously towards the Elfsong tavern. Perhaps go in a couple at a time, then our most persuasive member goes to chat with the spy (( in earshot of the rest of us? ))
Anastasia waits for the party to catch up before turning to them. "I'm sure we all resent the man. I take it that you won't tell him I said that. I can disappear pretty easily, and I can make others disappear, too," she says, smiling. "I'm not inclined to wait for Zodge's orders to catch up on us, but then again, all of us barging in to greet Tarina would be odd. I can be persuasive if I want to be, so I do not mind speaking to her with some of our group while a few of you keep an eye on the surroundings." That said, she looks around the vicinity, and when nobody is watching, she ducks into a corner, flips her trench coat inside out, and returns, now appearing as a middle-aged human woman. "Oh yeah," she says, "I can do that too. It’s just a disguise for the moment.”
Kaltheon looks dubiously at the middle-aged changeling, then turns, sizing up the others, "Xeanon and Chance..." he tilts his head to one side, "...don't take offence...Xeanon and Chance look more like they'd fit in at the Elfsong, if it's the place I think it is."
He shrugs, "I'm no diplomat, so I'll just keep an eye out. Maybe from the inside. Of course, if anyone's a regular there, speak up..."
Xeanon laughs "You mean we are low lives? Count your lucky stars I am amused, or I would feel honour bound to remove your head" He chuckles again, at the suggestion that he would have any honour at all "I agree. Plus you folks are unnecessarily armed" He gestures to the wide array of weaponry at the groups disposal
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"I agree," says Anastasia. "I find weapons to be pretty unreliable. Fists are only what I need." She then shrugs at Kaltheon. "Sure. You can go ahead and make yourself known all over the tavern. It's your choice. I won't stop you, but I enjoy keeping myself obscured."
Chance was really tempted, but he had stopped himself from making a symbol show up on Captain Zodge's back after the man turned away. He did switch his rock for a different one from the ground before turning and leaving with the rest of the group.
"I'll assume you meant adventurous type for me," Chance said, blinking. "And I wouldn't say 'unnecessarily armed,' with how this city is going." After a moment, he added, "I have been to the Elfsong Tavern at least a few times, actually. Comes with living here a while."
Anastasia crosses her arms and leans back on a wall in whatever alleyway they are in. “Shall we, then? I don’t like waiting. One or two at a time, perhaps?“
Kaltheon nods, then turns to Chance, "You've been there before, so lead the way...I'll come in a little after you and Xeanon. I'll order a drink and take a seat to keep an eye on the room. Unless you greet me...in which case I will come over to you."
Chance nodded and tossed his rock aside. "If you don't find us on the first floor, check the second. Let's go, then." He started walking down the street away from the Basilisk Gate. No distractions this time.
Anastasia nods at Chance and Xeanon. It seems logical to send the ones who are more familiar with the Elfsong Tavern first, and although she was well versed in the nature of deceitful conversations by virtue of being a Changeling, perhaps the party would be served better if Xeanon and Chance spoke with Tarina. She hesitates for a moment before following Chance, giving the party some distance to convincingly enter the tavern at different intervals.
You enter the familiar interior of the Elfsong Tavern, right into the Taproom of the first floor. As you enter, you feel eyes on you – flanking the door are the two bouncers of Elfsong – the suit of animated armor whom you know as Klank and its partner, the half-ogre Skoona. Directly in front of you is the bar, where owner Alan Alyth is busy pouring ale for Skrawldar Fane, a human man with the air of a sea dog, sullenly staring into his tankard silently. He’s lost his eyebrows since last you saw him in that stool. Next to him, also uncharacteristically silent at the moment, is Oloric Witmirth, a human playwright who Xeanon has met once or twice – he’s scribbling, as usual, in a small book.
Paused before two different tables in the room are Falten and Yimiur – Alan’s servers, who can usually be found delivering food, drinks, and jokes to tables. However, at the moment, no one in the tavern is speaking, though it is by no means silent. The tavern is filled with the disembodied voice of a female elf singing a melancholy song in Elvish – the very song that gives the Tavern its name. The silence lasts until the voice fades and then the patrons pick up their conversations once more.
Alan watches you enter and lifts a hand in greeting.
Chance nods in greeting to Klank and Skoona as he walks toward the bar, remaining silent until the song ended. They got lucky to hear it this time. But he wasn't here just to listen to it. He and Xeanon need to find Tarina.
"Hello, sir,"Chance says, nodding to Alan after the song. He takes a seat near the end of the bar, where he can turn and see the rest of the room. "One ale, please." Pretty often, he'd push his ale onto the floor after getting it, but he reminds himself to not do that this time.
Anastasia follows in after Chance and Xeanon, the two unique bouncers surprising her. While walking, she analyzes the surroundings, taking note of the exits and entrances, current patrons, and anything else that could be of note. Taking a seat at the side of the bar opposite to Chance, she casually orders a drink, searching for any sign of who Tarina could be. The song was pleasant to listen to, but it was a distraction Anastasia couldn't afford to indulge in.
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Kaltheon will wait the a minute or two, watching the street in the mean time (( Perception 17 )) then make his way into the tavern. He will head to the bar and order an ale, scanning the room as he goes. If he sees Chance and/or Xianon he will find a table nearby to sit quietly and drink. If not, he will find his way upstairs...
Alan nods and fetches Chance his ale, though he holds it back briefly, giving him a narrow-eyed look. "If it goes on th' floor this time, it's a cat's bowl next time, Master Chance," he mutters in warning, sliding the ale over.
Anastasia's glance around the room does not produce anyone matching the description of Tarina, though there are stairs in the back, leading up to the second floor.
Kaltheon notices some Fist soldiers meandering about, though they aren't looking specifically at you. Alan gives him his ale with a friendly grunt before moving on to serve others at the bar. He can see Chance at the bar, having just been served his own ale.
Thanking Alan for the ale, Anastasia disengages from the bar and walks towards the staircase, purposefully not acknowledging the presence of Chance or Xeanon. She gives Kaltheon a look, curious to see if anyone else of the five wants to cover each other's back upstairs. She ascends the staircase, sure that if Tarina makes an appearance on the lower floor, Xeanon and Chance will speak to her.
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Zodge blinks, looking at Chance closely before huffing. "Just know that I have eyes everywhere in this city," he warns, his gaze straying beyond Chance to the rest of the party. "I'll know if you don't heed my orders." He turns away then, clearly dismissing the party.
(Technically the DM Map, but some of you would be familiar enough with the city by now to know these locations.)
You all are at the Basilisk Gate currently. You are tasked with making your way to Elfsong Tavern. You may make your way there immediately or you may explore the city/take care of other business~
What do you do?
No Longer ActiveMove cautiously towards the Elfsong tavern. Perhaps go in a couple at a time, then our most persuasive member goes to chat with the spy (( in earshot of the rest of us? ))
Anastasia waits for the party to catch up before turning to them. "I'm sure we all resent the man. I take it that you won't tell him I said that. I can disappear pretty easily, and I can make others disappear, too," she says, smiling. "I'm not inclined to wait for Zodge's orders to catch up on us, but then again, all of us barging in to greet Tarina would be odd. I can be persuasive if I want to be, so I do not mind speaking to her with some of our group while a few of you keep an eye on the surroundings." That said, she looks around the vicinity, and when nobody is watching, she ducks into a corner, flips her trench coat inside out, and returns, now appearing as a middle-aged human woman. "Oh yeah," she says, "I can do that too. It’s just a disguise for the moment.”
Kaltheon looks dubiously at the middle-aged changeling, then turns, sizing up the others, "Xeanon and Chance..." he tilts his head to one side, "...don't take offence...Xeanon and Chance look more like they'd fit in at the Elfsong, if it's the place I think it is."
He shrugs, "I'm no diplomat, so I'll just keep an eye out. Maybe from the inside. Of course, if anyone's a regular there, speak up..."
Xeanon laughs "You mean we are low lives? Count your lucky stars I am amused, or I would feel honour bound to remove your head" He chuckles again, at the suggestion that he would have any honour at all "I agree. Plus you folks are unnecessarily armed" He gestures to the wide array of weaponry at the groups disposal
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"I agree," says Anastasia. "I find weapons to be pretty unreliable. Fists are only what I need." She then shrugs at Kaltheon. "Sure. You can go ahead and make yourself known all over the tavern. It's your choice. I won't stop you, but I enjoy keeping myself obscured."
Kaltheon smiles, "Well, low-lives and adventurous types. That's the reputation at least..."
He hands his badge to Arrila, "Keep this safe for me...I doubt it'll be much help in the tavern. Besides, I'll just be watching...":
Chance was really tempted, but he had stopped himself from making a symbol show up on Captain Zodge's back after the man turned away. He did switch his rock for a different one from the ground before turning and leaving with the rest of the group.
"I'll assume you meant adventurous type for me," Chance said, blinking. "And I wouldn't say 'unnecessarily armed,' with how this city is going." After a moment, he added, "I have been to the Elfsong Tavern at least a few times, actually. Comes with living here a while."
Kaltheon smiles grimly watching the captain as he leaves, "Aye...we are all adventurous types. Why else would we take work from that captain, eh?"
Anastasia crosses her arms and leans back on a wall in whatever alleyway they are in. “Shall we, then? I don’t like waiting. One or two at a time, perhaps?“
Kaltheon nods, then turns to Chance, "You've been there before, so lead the way...I'll come in a little after you and Xeanon. I'll order a drink and take a seat to keep an eye on the room. Unless you greet me...in which case I will come over to you."
Chance nodded and tossed his rock aside. "If you don't find us on the first floor, check the second. Let's go, then." He started walking down the street away from the Basilisk Gate. No distractions this time.
Anastasia nods at Chance and Xeanon. It seems logical to send the ones who are more familiar with the Elfsong Tavern first, and although she was well versed in the nature of deceitful conversations by virtue of being a Changeling, perhaps the party would be served better if Xeanon and Chance spoke with Tarina. She hesitates for a moment before following Chance, giving the party some distance to convincingly enter the tavern at different intervals.
Xeanon enters the tavern with Chance, a lazy smile plastered on his face
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
You enter the familiar interior of the Elfsong Tavern, right into the Taproom of the first floor. As you enter, you feel eyes on you – flanking the door are the two bouncers of Elfsong – the suit of animated armor whom you know as Klank and its partner, the half-ogre Skoona. Directly in front of you is the bar, where owner Alan Alyth is busy pouring ale for Skrawldar Fane, a human man with the air of a sea dog, sullenly staring into his tankard silently. He’s lost his eyebrows since last you saw him in that stool. Next to him, also uncharacteristically silent at the moment, is Oloric Witmirth, a human playwright who Xeanon has met once or twice – he’s scribbling, as usual, in a small book.
Paused before two different tables in the room are Falten and Yimiur – Alan’s servers, who can usually be found delivering food, drinks, and jokes to tables. However, at the moment, no one in the tavern is speaking, though it is by no means silent. The tavern is filled with the disembodied voice of a female elf singing a melancholy song in Elvish – the very song that gives the Tavern its name. The silence lasts until the voice fades and then the patrons pick up their conversations once more.
Alan watches you enter and lifts a hand in greeting.
No Longer ActiveChance nods in greeting to Klank and Skoona as he walks toward the bar, remaining silent until the song ended. They got lucky to hear it this time. But he wasn't here just to listen to it. He and Xeanon need to find Tarina.
"Hello, sir," Chance says, nodding to Alan after the song. He takes a seat near the end of the bar, where he can turn and see the rest of the room. "One ale, please." Pretty often, he'd push his ale onto the floor after getting it, but he reminds himself to not do that this time.
Anastasia follows in after Chance and Xeanon, the two unique bouncers surprising her. While walking, she analyzes the surroundings, taking note of the exits and entrances, current patrons, and anything else that could be of note. Taking a seat at the side of the bar opposite to Chance, she casually orders a drink, searching for any sign of who Tarina could be. The song was pleasant to listen to, but it was a distraction Anastasia couldn't afford to indulge in.
Kaltheon will wait the a minute or two, watching the street in the mean time (( Perception 17 )) then make his way into the tavern. He will head to the bar and order an ale, scanning the room as he goes. If he sees Chance and/or Xianon he will find a table nearby to sit quietly and drink. If not, he will find his way upstairs...
Alan nods and fetches Chance his ale, though he holds it back briefly, giving him a narrow-eyed look. "If it goes on th' floor this time, it's a cat's bowl next time, Master Chance," he mutters in warning, sliding the ale over.
Anastasia's glance around the room does not produce anyone matching the description of Tarina, though there are stairs in the back, leading up to the second floor.
Kaltheon notices some Fist soldiers meandering about, though they aren't looking specifically at you. Alan gives him his ale with a friendly grunt before moving on to serve others at the bar. He can see Chance at the bar, having just been served his own ale.
No Longer ActiveThanking Alan for the ale, Anastasia disengages from the bar and walks towards the staircase, purposefully not acknowledging the presence of Chance or Xeanon. She gives Kaltheon a look, curious to see if anyone else of the five wants to cover each other's back upstairs. She ascends the staircase, sure that if Tarina makes an appearance on the lower floor, Xeanon and Chance will speak to her.