You realize this is not part of the complex any more, there is a stair well leading downwards into a ramshackle town of rough-and-tumble buildings. Yordis can just make out the woman turning around the corner of a building.
"I'm thinking she's right a least get a bit of distance from the arena." Yordis moves down the steps and towards the other buildings keeping his eyes open for anyone looking at or for them
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Like in the arena there are many races here from humans and elves to orcs and goblins. So you are not particularly out of place but you still get the occasional black look from this man or that particularly aimed at Yordis, Valentinus and Bowlder.
For some reason you grab a fully armed and battle ready ork, but he stills falls to the pressure. Visibly shaking he points and says while stammering that it is at the end of town and has a coin purse on the sign. He runs off and its just lucky he brought the brown pants...
(Rocket Raccoon: If we're gonna get outta here, we gonna need to get into that watch tower, and to do that, I'm gonna need a few things. The guards wear security bands to control their ins and outs. I need one. Gamora: Leave it to me. Rocket Raccoon: That dude there. I need his prosthetic leg. Peter Quill: His leg? Rocket Raccoon: Yeah. God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's useless. Peter Quill: ...All right. )
You arrive at the outside of the inn and see that it is the last building on the street but that might have something to do with the huge cliff face next to it...
Ha Ha excellent. I thought the same thing too, thought we'd be staring off the edge looking down.
Looking back the other way would we see anything keeping us here - does a wall extend around the town trapping us in against the mountain or is the arena just another building in a town with many points in or out?
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
You inside and the bar room is dark and mostly empty. With moldy straw on the floor and a smell of cheap ale on the air, it is not a nice place to be. There is a man behind the bar drying a mug with a dirty rag. He is a balding man with a brow that seems to be in a permanent scowl. He looks at the party and in a gravelly voice. What's a half breed doing in my tavern! And what are the rest of you freaks? A blue man, a red man, a dwarf giant and their baby whore?
Tilly runs across the room and jumps up over the bar grabs the bartender by is stupid face and casts shocking grasp
"Baby?! Baby?! Whose the Baby!? Me? Did you F@#$in' mean me? ME?! F@#$ YOU YOU PIECE OF HORSE @#$% S@#$ STAIN! I'LL CUT YOUR @#$ OFF AND FEED IT TO YOUR @#$% KIDS!"
Picks up the shiny thing because of course she would.
Tilly hops back over the bar "
Oh come on! It's always something. You can't walk into a tavern without some m@#$%#$@er yelling to everyone he's got a problem. You know whose got problems? That guy, he's got problems."
Tilly starts walking down the corridor.
"F@#$ it, let's go guys. Time is a wasting'"
Time to get things moving.
You realize this is not part of the complex any more, there is a stair well leading downwards into a ramshackle town of rough-and-tumble buildings. Yordis can just make out the woman turning around the corner of a building.
"I'm thinking she's right a least get a bit of distance from the arena." Yordis moves down the steps and towards the other buildings keeping his eyes open for anyone looking at or for them
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Like in the arena there are many races here from humans and elves to orcs and goblins. So you are not particularly out of place but you still get the occasional black look from this man or that particularly aimed at Yordis, Valentinus and Bowlder.
Tilly grabs a meek looking pedestrian by the collar:
"Hey! Where the F#@# is the Mercenaries Rest?!"
Intimidation 22
Tilly came to do two things, chew bubble gum and scare the hell out of the locals. And she's all out of bubble gum.
For some reason you grab a fully armed and battle ready ork, but he stills falls to the pressure. Visibly shaking he points and says while stammering that it is at the end of town and has a coin purse on the sign. He runs off and its just lucky he brought the brown pants...
Droogan follows Tilly in the indicated direction, he notes any other signs along the way. Armor? Weapons? Wonderous items?
Extended Signature
You find what must be an arms dealer, a general store, a blacksmith, a 'magic shop' and an arms dealer.
Gamora: Leave it to me.
Rocket Raccoon: That dude there. I need his prosthetic leg.
Peter Quill: His leg?
Rocket Raccoon: Yeah. God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's useless.
Peter Quill: ...All right. )
Extended Signature
You arrive at the outside of the inn and see that it is the last building on the street but that might have something to do with the huge cliff face next to it...
Droogan steps up to the edge and peers out off the cliff...
Extended Signature
oh, no you won't, you're at the bottom of it...
Ha Ha excellent. I thought the same thing too, thought we'd be staring off the edge looking down.
Looking back the other way would we see anything keeping us here - does a wall extend around the town trapping us in against the mountain or is the arena just another building in a town with many points in or out?
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
The town looks to be at the bottom of a canyon or fissure or crater maybe...
"We're gonna need some rope."
Turns to the Inn.
"Time to get off the street fellas."
You inside and the bar room is dark and mostly empty. With moldy straw on the floor and a smell of cheap ale on the air, it is not a nice place to be. There is a man behind the bar drying a mug with a dirty rag. He is a balding man with a brow that seems to be in a permanent scowl. He looks at the party and in a gravelly voice. What's a half breed doing in my tavern! And what are the rest of you freaks? A blue man, a red man, a dwarf giant and their baby whore?
"You must get a lot of repeat custom, I can see why you came recommended"
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Turns to Yordis:
"Did that M@#$$%@#$er just call me a baby?!"
Tilly runs across the room and jumps up over the bar grabs the bartender by is stupid face and casts shocking grasp
"Baby?! Baby?! Whose the Baby!? Me? Did you F@#$in' mean me? ME?! F@#$ YOU YOU PIECE OF HORSE @#$% S@#$ STAIN! I'LL CUT YOUR @#$ OFF AND FEED IT TO YOUR @#$% KIDS!"
Acrobatics 23
shocking grasp Attack: 12 Damage: 4
Sneak Attack Damage 4
You reduce the man to a smoking husk except for one thing, something shiny. tilly perception check.
Before anyone else can react a man Burts into the room. someone help me please! My wife was kidnapped!
Perception 18
Picks up the shiny thing because of course she would.
Tilly hops back over the bar "
Oh come on! It's always something. You can't walk into a tavern without some m@#$%#$@er yelling to everyone he's got a problem. You know whose got problems? That guy, he's got problems."
Holds up the thing
"Hey guys, look what I found."