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It appears there are many observers. Maybe it would help business out. Danse gestured to the crowd in a sweeping motion with one scimitar, equal parts addressing the now-spectators of an impromptu spectacle as he was warning them from approaching. "Doomsayers and rioters - or fighters for freedom from another perspective, you are about to witness what you have likely left your homes to see!" Perhaps seeing some bloodshed would sate their lust for violence. Danse didn't really care.
He turned his head to see half the group snoozing and covered in icky grease. A moment of his own disappointment was overshadowed by a highly amused, jeering laugh from the tattooed Half-Elf. "Or not!" Realizing his companions had the intention of deescalating the situation, Danse focused his priorities on defending the children and placing himself between the party and harm's way. He dipped a scimitar in the grease created by Kurstin, swiftly reaching into his pocket for a match. The blade erupts in flame, and in the same motion, Danse threw some colorful salts in the same pocket, causing the blade to be surrounded in multicolored, shining fire.
He lazily twirled his scimitars in idle loops, taking a step forward. "Approach at your own risk." Danse readies a non-fatal Green-Flame Blade on the first one - or two - rioters who approach.
Radgar sweeps the children behind him, keeping his shield up and out to cover as much of them as possible. Pointing his hammer at the leader he cries out 'Back, you'll find no easy marks here'
Held action Sacred Flame dex 13 save or 1 damage - triggers if the leader steps forward or makes an attack
'Go home, all of you. Go back to your own hearths and kin and get off the streets.' the cleric called out to the crowd 'Enough of the insanity.'
As the crowd backs down and the tavern keeper invites them in, Radgar shepherds the children into the pub. 'Grab a seat kids, a good meal is just what you need.'
Looking up, the cleric calls out 'Brother dwarf, that was a fearsome display you put on to hold back that crowd. You do your beard and your father's hearth proud service.'
Kurstin exhales in relief when the situation rapidly deescalates! He grabs his sister's hand and walks with her and the other children into the pub, gladly accepting the offered meal. He listens with interest to any conversation with the newest member of the group, but is too hungry to stop shoving food into his mouth, and too polite to talk while he has food in his mouth!
Danse continued to artistically weave his scimitars in the air as the rioters were quickly - and, to Danse's slight disappointment, peacefully - dismantled. He wondered if any of the protesters were in the same situation as Danse had found himself in; downtrodden and abandoned on the streets. This may have been an opportunity for an urchin to steal enough coin for their family's next meal. The streets could be harsh, and while Danse condoned needless pillaging, he couldn't admit to have been the most venerable scoundrel running around the back alleyways.
Danse expressed gratitude at the free meal offered. He had always been told he was quite wiry from his time on the streets, and for an entertainer so eloquent in combat, his table mannerisms were nothing to be proud of. "Nice toys, Kurstin. Where'd you learn to make them?" Danse laughed, remarking the inventor's surprisingly useful creations. He cut a glance in the direction of the conversing Dwarves. Did they value their beards that much? Regardless, Danse managed to express an intent to visit Zellera's house despite the dangers of the city through messy mouthfuls of food being scarfed down. "The young ones may be safer here, if that offers any comfort."
If the party has an hour and ten minutes to spare: Danse snatched up a handful of grains and slivers of meat before approaching a window. Staring at the rampant violence in the city, Danse let out a smile. Perhaps a zoo or menagerie of exotic animals was raided. Over the course of ten minutes, he wrapped a piece of leather around one of his wrists in a makeshift falconry gauntlet. Placing two tattooed fingers near his equally tattooed lips, he let out an ear-piercing screech he overheard from the ringmasters of the circus he worked in, attempting to attract the notice of a suitable set of eyes and ears.
Fargrim mumbled to Radgar, "I'm nobody's brother and you can see I don't have a beard. I appreciate the kind works though. I didn't want to hurt too many of them, so if I had to cripple one, the rest would have scampered. You all look like you've had a long day. Sit and I'll bring some sustenance." Fargrim went to the kitchen while Grandol got a round of ale for the adults and watered wine for the children. Fargrim was just a dishwasher but was able hold his own as a cook as well. In about 10 minutes he brought back a platter of assorted meats, sausages, and cheeses and another one of cheese, fruit, and bread. Fargrim grabbed an ale and sat down with the dwarf and the others. "My name's Fargrim but a lot of people call me Hoghead. You all can call me either. I've certainly been called worse." He looked at the assorted group. They didn't seem to go together. He was normally pretty good at sizing people up but this group was different than most he had seen. "Sooo...where'd the kids come from? Are you saving them or selling them?" He was still wearing his armor and his hand rested gently on his hammer. These people had played some nice party tricks on the rubes out there but Fargrim wasn't taking chances. He made sure to position himself so that he never had his back to any of his "guests".
Kurstin grinned at Danse. "I've learned many interesting things at the Academy, but artificing, the blending of well-crafted objects with magical properties, is my true calling. There is still so much to learn, but the practical applications of my current lessons are proving quite useful!"
Kurstin nearly choked on the ale he was drinking at the last comment by the dwarf. "Saving them, of course. My sister, his brother," he nods towards Radgar, "and these others are just some of the many children abducted over the years by a crime boss by the name of Gaedran Lamm. We had just rescued them and taken care of that despicable excuse for a man when we found the city in an uproar! We're just trying to get them to a safe place." He hoped the dwarf was only joking about selling the children, but he'd learned too many harsh truths about the dark side of people over the past two years...
"Good! One less thing to handle.", Fargrim said to Kurstin. "I ask because I've heard of kids going missing in this town. It's nice to hear some good news for a change. If you can’t find the parents and you are looking for a safe place, I'd suggest getting them out of the city. Janderhoff could probably keep them safe. Dwarves wouldn't mind all these tall kids hanging around. I know people there. I could help with introductions." He looked around at the group. "Sooo... you guys killed Lamm? I've heard of him. Bad dude. How'd you catch him?" Fargrim took a swig of his ale.
'I meant no offense there, friend. Thanks for your help in shepherding these children. As my clever comrade here says, we fought to save these kids and we're prepared to fight to protect them.' Swallowing a gulp from his tankard of ale, a dainty sip by his standards, the cleric continues 'Aye, getting them to Janderhoff would be good, but we've had a time just getting them here. The city is in the grips of a madness of some sort.'
Looking about the tavern, the dwarf checks over each of the patrons, looking for any signs of madness creeping in. 'I've never seen anything like it. It feels like something has broken free and runs through the streets.'
Scene #1: With the cleric dealing with the crowd, Kaisaras instead focuses his attention on the tavern owners, making sure they're okay.
Scene #2: Thinking back to their troubles just making it this far, Kaisaras is reluctant but ultimately agrees to stay at the Boar, if for no other reason than to await the crowds parting, then to let the children rest. He didn't speak much, and made no move to lower his scarf mask to eat, instead offering his own meal to the kids so they could get their fill. Food was more important when you're growing up, and the young noble still wasn't ready to show off his face willy-nilly. Glancing over to Fargrim as he kept speaking about the party's plan for the children, he'd speak up, "Are you sure outside the city would be better for them? I make no offense to Janderhoff, simply asking if it'd be wise to travel at this time."
Looking at Radgar, "No offense taken." To the group, "Just suggesting Janderhoff. My wife took our daughter there, albeit a few months back. If you're worried about the crowds turning hostile, I'm happy to lend my hammer. I've been trying to be nice lately but I still know how to be mean when I have to." He began to chew on some sausage. "You all seemed to make short work of the crowd outside. Also, from what I hear, Lamm was no slouch and you say you took him down. Either way, I'll help if you want, otherwise I'm sure Grandol will let you stay here until you're ready to do something else. I can make room in the basement for most. I don't' think we'll be doing too much business with the mayhem outside. We have enough supplies for a few days for a crowd your size as long as nobody gorges themselves."
"My parents will want to have Irma home as soon as possible, and they can take in the other children until their families are found. But I agree that perhaps we should hole up here for the night and get moving again when the light of day dispels the worst of the rioters and bullies who would think to use the cover of darkness to mask their foul deeds."
(Assuming they stay...) Later, as the children are settling in for some much needed sleep, Irma takes out the dagger her brother had given her and checks the edges, the tip, and the balance. She twirls it lightly in her hand, then practices several motions that are more than just a child's curiosity in a new toy. She had obviously watched someone closely and was now mimicking their actions. She was surprisingly good with the weapon - it was small and light in her hand, and she had a clever way of handling it. After several minutes, she slipped the knife beneath her dress into a makeshift sheath she had somehow put together... (Meet my future rogue... =)
Scene 1: Danse respects Fargrim's hesitation to drop his guard. Danse himself was no stranger with run-ins between himself and tavern security - he had stolen from many shops to keep himself afloat on the wild streets, and especially now, Fargrim would likely be on guard. Danse's face swiveled in the direction of the talk about Lamm. "Lamm has been dealt with, alright. He deserved was coming to him," he said with a smile, speaking through mouthfuls of any food Danse could get his hands on.
Back on the balcony, around an hour had passed. Tired with playing solitaire using the deck of the deceased fortune teller, Danse resolved to find another scout another time. As he turned around, much to his surprise, he heard a familiar hooting sound. The corner of his lips curved in a smile. Someone had freed the animals in his old workplace. And something had heard his call. Perched along the elegant railing was a magnificent Snowy Owl with piercing yellow eyes and a perpetual look of smugness plastered on her flat face. "Moroza, you bastard. I always liked you. Have the rioters made the circus more mad than it already is?" he exclaimed, raising his gloved hand and a palmful of seeds scavenged from the tavern's stocks in offering. One look of utter disdain and a graceful flutter later, the former circus owl flutters to a perch on his shoulder instead. Danse chuckled - Moroza certainly had a way to express what she thought of others.
Scene 2: Gracefully descending the stairs with little bounce to his step as not to jostle his new companion, Danse returned to the central table the party had claimed as their own. He rubbed his tattooed hands together. "Where were we? Ah, yes. Deciding what to do in this strange time. I am of the opinion that it should be enjoyed. Savoring the moment for what it is defined the lives of those on the streets. And I believe myself to be a happy man. Am I wrong?"He flung up a morsel of meat for Moroza to enjoy, just as he witnessed the bird tamers of the arena do. Moroza neatly ducks out of the way, hooting in laughter as a piece of grease sticks to the wall behind. "Chaos is a beautiful thing to witness, but not for adolescents, of course. Waiting the night for the crowd to disperse seems wise. Paying a visit to the guard house is on my wish list - one of Gaedren's men still has not paid for his crimes."
Radgar nods as Danse speaks, 'Aye, staying the night is wise. We should set a watch and all get some rest, who knows what tomorrow holds. As our painted friend here says, chaos is indeed something to witness.' Reaching into a pouch at his waist, the cleric pulls forth the brooch they found amongst Gundrun's possessions 'I admit, I'm mighty curious about how he came into possession of this little trinket. Seems a bit above his normal station if ya asked me'
As the rest of the party chatters and makes plans for the evening, Radgar keeps an eye on the children, making sure they have enough to eat and then finding them blankets and space in the common room where they can bed down for the evening. Given all the chaos outside, he doesn't want any of them out of his sight.
"His trick with the fortune teller was fascinating, too," Danse commented, idly shuffling the deck he had found. "It seems he took many secrets with him," he continued, face devoid of remorse or true expression behind his charming, perpetual grin. Danse pursed his lips in a whistle. Moroza's golden eyes blinked open. She let out an irritable screech at being asked to do something, but she reluctantly agrees, lifting off from Danse's shoulder and taking to the rafters of the tavern.
(Moroza will keep an aerial view over the street and wake the party if anything hostile approaches the tavern.)
"Since it looks like we're staying here, someone help me put some of these tables against the doors. There's one in the back too." "Danse, is it? I'm sure your owl is dependable but I'm going to go ahead and take a shift of watch too. I'm going to move Grandol's bed down here. There is a window in his bedroom upstairs overlooking the street that I'll use to keep watch."
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It appears there are many observers. Maybe it would help business out. Danse gestured to the crowd in a sweeping motion with one scimitar, equal parts addressing the now-spectators of an impromptu spectacle as he was warning them from approaching. "Doomsayers and rioters - or fighters for freedom from another perspective, you are about to witness what you have likely left your homes to see!" Perhaps seeing some bloodshed would sate their lust for violence. Danse didn't really care.
He turned his head to see half the group snoozing and covered in icky grease. A moment of his own disappointment was overshadowed by a highly amused, jeering laugh from the tattooed Half-Elf. "Or not!" Realizing his companions had the intention of deescalating the situation, Danse focused his priorities on defending the children and placing himself between the party and harm's way. He dipped a scimitar in the grease created by Kurstin, swiftly reaching into his pocket for a match. The blade erupts in flame, and in the same motion, Danse threw some colorful salts in the same pocket, causing the blade to be surrounded in multicolored, shining fire.
He lazily twirled his scimitars in idle loops, taking a step forward. "Approach at your own risk." Danse readies a non-fatal Green-Flame Blade on the first one - or two - rioters who approach.
Intimidation: 13
Radgar sweeps the children behind him, keeping his shield up and out to cover as much of them as possible. Pointing his hammer at the leader he cries out 'Back, you'll find no easy marks here'
Held action Sacred Flame dex 13 save or 1 damage - triggers if the leader steps forward or makes an attack
Persuasion: 20
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Persuasion: 10
Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Chapter 043 - Tag Team
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Outside the pub:
'Go home, all of you. Go back to your own hearths and kin and get off the streets.' the cleric called out to the crowd 'Enough of the insanity.'
As the crowd backs down and the tavern keeper invites them in, Radgar shepherds the children into the pub. 'Grab a seat kids, a good meal is just what you need.'
Looking up, the cleric calls out 'Brother dwarf, that was a fearsome display you put on to hold back that crowd. You do your beard and your father's hearth proud service.'
Kurstin exhales in relief when the situation rapidly deescalates! He grabs his sister's hand and walks with her and the other children into the pub, gladly accepting the offered meal. He listens with interest to any conversation with the newest member of the group, but is too hungry to stop shoving food into his mouth, and too polite to talk while he has food in his mouth!
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Danse continued to artistically weave his scimitars in the air as the rioters were quickly - and, to Danse's slight disappointment, peacefully - dismantled. He wondered if any of the protesters were in the same situation as Danse had found himself in; downtrodden and abandoned on the streets. This may have been an opportunity for an urchin to steal enough coin for their family's next meal. The streets could be harsh, and while Danse condoned needless pillaging, he couldn't admit to have been the most venerable scoundrel running around the back alleyways.
Danse expressed gratitude at the free meal offered. He had always been told he was quite wiry from his time on the streets, and for an entertainer so eloquent in combat, his table mannerisms were nothing to be proud of. "Nice toys, Kurstin. Where'd you learn to make them?" Danse laughed, remarking the inventor's surprisingly useful creations. He cut a glance in the direction of the conversing Dwarves. Did they value their beards that much? Regardless, Danse managed to express an intent to visit Zellera's house despite the dangers of the city through messy mouthfuls of food being scarfed down. "The young ones may be safer here, if that offers any comfort."
If the party has an hour and ten minutes to spare: Danse snatched up a handful of grains and slivers of meat before approaching a window. Staring at the rampant violence in the city, Danse let out a smile. Perhaps a zoo or menagerie of exotic animals was raided. Over the course of ten minutes, he wrapped a piece of leather around one of his wrists in a makeshift falconry gauntlet. Placing two tattooed fingers near his equally tattooed lips, he let out an ear-piercing screech he overheard from the ringmasters of the circus he worked in, attempting to attract the notice of a suitable set of eyes and ears.
Fargrim mumbled to Radgar, "I'm nobody's brother and you can see I don't have a beard. I appreciate the kind works though. I didn't want to hurt too many of them, so if I had to cripple one, the rest would have scampered. You all look like you've had a long day. Sit and I'll bring some sustenance." Fargrim went to the kitchen while Grandol got a round of ale for the adults and watered wine for the children. Fargrim was just a dishwasher but was able hold his own as a cook as well. In about 10 minutes he brought back a platter of assorted meats, sausages, and cheeses and another one of cheese, fruit, and bread. Fargrim grabbed an ale and sat down with the dwarf and the others. "My name's Fargrim but a lot of people call me Hoghead. You all can call me either. I've certainly been called worse." He looked at the assorted group. They didn't seem to go together. He was normally pretty good at sizing people up but this group was different than most he had seen. "Sooo...where'd the kids come from? Are you saving them or selling them?" He was still wearing his armor and his hand rested gently on his hammer. These people had played some nice party tricks on the rubes out there but Fargrim wasn't taking chances. He made sure to position himself so that he never had his back to any of his "guests".
Kurstin grinned at Danse. "I've learned many interesting things at the Academy, but artificing, the blending of well-crafted objects with magical properties, is my true calling. There is still so much to learn, but the practical applications of my current lessons are proving quite useful!"
Kurstin nearly choked on the ale he was drinking at the last comment by the dwarf. "Saving them, of course. My sister, his brother," he nods towards Radgar, "and these others are just some of the many children abducted over the years by a crime boss by the name of Gaedran Lamm. We had just rescued them and taken care of that despicable excuse for a man when we found the city in an uproar! We're just trying to get them to a safe place." He hoped the dwarf was only joking about selling the children, but he'd learned too many harsh truths about the dark side of people over the past two years...
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"Good! One less thing to handle.", Fargrim said to Kurstin. "I ask because I've heard of kids going missing in this town. It's nice to hear some good news for a change. If you can’t find the parents and you are looking for a safe place, I'd suggest getting them out of the city. Janderhoff could probably keep them safe. Dwarves wouldn't mind all these tall kids hanging around. I know people there. I could help with introductions." He looked around at the group. "Sooo... you guys killed Lamm? I've heard of him. Bad dude. How'd you catch him?" Fargrim took a swig of his ale.
'I meant no offense there, friend. Thanks for your help in shepherding these children. As my clever comrade here says, we fought to save these kids and we're prepared to fight to protect them.' Swallowing a gulp from his tankard of ale, a dainty sip by his standards, the cleric continues 'Aye, getting them to Janderhoff would be good, but we've had a time just getting them here. The city is in the grips of a madness of some sort.'
Looking about the tavern, the dwarf checks over each of the patrons, looking for any signs of madness creeping in. 'I've never seen anything like it. It feels like something has broken free and runs through the streets.'
Scene #1:
With the cleric dealing with the crowd, Kaisaras instead focuses his attention on the tavern owners, making sure they're okay.
Scene #2:
Thinking back to their troubles just making it this far, Kaisaras is reluctant but ultimately agrees to stay at the Boar, if for no other reason than to await the crowds parting, then to let the children rest. He didn't speak much, and made no move to lower his scarf mask to eat, instead offering his own meal to the kids so they could get their fill. Food was more important when you're growing up, and the young noble still wasn't ready to show off his face willy-nilly. Glancing over to Fargrim as he kept speaking about the party's plan for the children, he'd speak up, "Are you sure outside the city would be better for them? I make no offense to Janderhoff, simply asking if it'd be wise to travel at this time."
Looking at Radgar, "No offense taken." To the group, "Just suggesting Janderhoff. My wife took our daughter there, albeit a few months back. If you're worried about the crowds turning hostile, I'm happy to lend my hammer. I've been trying to be nice lately but I still know how to be mean when I have to." He began to chew on some sausage. "You all seemed to make short work of the crowd outside. Also, from what I hear, Lamm was no slouch and you say you took him down. Either way, I'll help if you want, otherwise I'm sure Grandol will let you stay here until you're ready to do something else. I can make room in the basement for most. I don't' think we'll be doing too much business with the mayhem outside. We have enough supplies for a few days for a crowd your size as long as nobody gorges themselves."
Zoldier's Curse of the Crimson Throne
Chapter 044 - The Boar & Bear
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"My parents will want to have Irma home as soon as possible, and they can take in the other children until their families are found. But I agree that perhaps we should hole up here for the night and get moving again when the light of day dispels the worst of the rioters and bullies who would think to use the cover of darkness to mask their foul deeds."
(Assuming they stay...) Later, as the children are settling in for some much needed sleep, Irma takes out the dagger her brother had given her and checks the edges, the tip, and the balance. She twirls it lightly in her hand, then practices several motions that are more than just a child's curiosity in a new toy. She had obviously watched someone closely and was now mimicking their actions. She was surprisingly good with the weapon - it was small and light in her hand, and she had a clever way of handling it. After several minutes, she slipped the knife beneath her dress into a makeshift sheath she had somehow put together... (Meet my future rogue... =)
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Scene 1:
Danse respects Fargrim's hesitation to drop his guard. Danse himself was no stranger with run-ins between himself and tavern security - he had stolen from many shops to keep himself afloat on the wild streets, and especially now, Fargrim would likely be on guard. Danse's face swiveled in the direction of the talk about Lamm. "Lamm has been dealt with, alright. He deserved was coming to him," he said with a smile, speaking through mouthfuls of any food Danse could get his hands on.
Back on the balcony, around an hour had passed. Tired with playing solitaire using the deck of the deceased fortune teller, Danse resolved to find another scout another time. As he turned around, much to his surprise, he heard a familiar hooting sound. The corner of his lips curved in a smile. Someone had freed the animals in his old workplace. And something had heard his call. Perched along the elegant railing was a magnificent Snowy Owl with piercing yellow eyes and a perpetual look of smugness plastered on her flat face. "Moroza, you bastard. I always liked you. Have the rioters made the circus more mad than it already is?" he exclaimed, raising his gloved hand and a palmful of seeds scavenged from the tavern's stocks in offering. One look of utter disdain and a graceful flutter later, the former circus owl flutters to a perch on his shoulder instead. Danse chuckled - Moroza certainly had a way to express what she thought of others.
Scene 2:
Gracefully descending the stairs with little bounce to his step as not to jostle his new companion, Danse returned to the central table the party had claimed as their own. He rubbed his tattooed hands together. "Where were we? Ah, yes. Deciding what to do in this strange time. I am of the opinion that it should be enjoyed. Savoring the moment for what it is defined the lives of those on the streets. And I believe myself to be a happy man. Am I wrong?" He flung up a morsel of meat for Moroza to enjoy, just as he witnessed the bird tamers of the arena do. Moroza neatly ducks out of the way, hooting in laughter as a piece of grease sticks to the wall behind. "Chaos is a beautiful thing to witness, but not for adolescents, of course. Waiting the night for the crowd to disperse seems wise. Paying a visit to the guard house is on my wish list - one of Gaedren's men still has not paid for his crimes."
Radgar nods as Danse speaks, 'Aye, staying the night is wise. We should set a watch and all get some rest, who knows what tomorrow holds. As our painted friend here says, chaos is indeed something to witness.' Reaching into a pouch at his waist, the cleric pulls forth the brooch they found amongst Gundrun's possessions 'I admit, I'm mighty curious about how he came into possession of this little trinket. Seems a bit above his normal station if ya asked me'
As the rest of the party chatters and makes plans for the evening, Radgar keeps an eye on the children, making sure they have enough to eat and then finding them blankets and space in the common room where they can bed down for the evening. Given all the chaos outside, he doesn't want any of them out of his sight.
"His trick with the fortune teller was fascinating, too," Danse commented, idly shuffling the deck he had found. "It seems he took many secrets with him," he continued, face devoid of remorse or true expression behind his charming, perpetual grin. Danse pursed his lips in a whistle. Moroza's golden eyes blinked open. She let out an irritable screech at being asked to do something, but she reluctantly agrees, lifting off from Danse's shoulder and taking to the rafters of the tavern.
(Moroza will keep an aerial view over the street and wake the party if anything hostile approaches the tavern.)
"Since it looks like we're staying here, someone help me put some of these tables against the doors. There's one in the back too." "Danse, is it? I'm sure your owl is dependable but I'm going to go ahead and take a shift of watch too. I'm going to move Grandol's bed down here. There is a window in his bedroom upstairs overlooking the street that I'll use to keep watch."