Astra considers, as she wraps her cloak about her heater shield, and slings it over her back. “Very well. Kulo, Borys, with me. Durthek, Redric, follow shortly. Thamior, you’re with Richard. Watch his back.”
She gives a barely perceptible nod to the bouncer as she passes into the Elfsong, slipping a couple silver to him, in the practiced motion of one accustomed to tipping. Never hurts for the doorman to think well of you.
At first she is not sure she will find a table, but then she spies the serving girl wiping one down that has just been vacated. “Good day to you. Tanagyr’s Stout, please, and whatever my friends are having.” Astra produces two more silver for the drinks.
Waiting for their drinks to arrive, Astra takes in the establishment, and makes polite conversation with her team as she discreetly surveys the room. “So, Kulo. Can you truly breathe beer..? And Borys. You are new to Baldur’s Gate as well..?”
“Yes. Needed to leave the Moonshae Isles behind, that place is... not for rational people. But I’ll admit, this doesn’t seem much better here. It’s been a bit desperate. Money is tight, and my brother and sister aren’t really meant for this sort of city. I just need to make enough to get us further north, maybe.”
”Sorry, that was probably not what you meant by asking that. Yes, I’m new. You seem new as well, but you act like you’ve got such a natural handle on this place. I’m envious.” Borys raises his drink in appreciation.
Kulogall sits up straight at the table, gives a wink to the dwarves as he is walking in and nods to the bouncer, the subtle nod of respect and silent agreement to not cause trouble. He replies to Astra “That looks tasty!” and orders one of his own, takes a big draught. “I have not tried to breathe through beer before. Guess I could do it. Probably would need about 6 or 7 more of these to try. I mean I would need to have a good bit of this in me to try.” He looks around the bar slowly to see if he can see the woman described by the Captain, and any other notable figures.
Astra nods, imagining their bloodlines must often be a harsher burden for those not born into wealth and privilege. ”My family..” Her jaw clenches, but only for a moment, and she starts again:
“House Andasca was among the first families in Elturel, well established before my birth suggested any infernal heritage. You see, my parents were both human, and their parents before them, by all appearances. May they all rest in peace. Cleansed from the realm along with the rest of the City. I was patrolling to the North at the time, or I would be gone, too.”
It takes a few moments, but she relaxes her expression, and even permits a small smile at the Triton’s reply. “Six or seven, indeed. Not this time, then.”
Ironeatercloses on himself, tramping through the streets with great effort to keep up with the longer limbed among this chaotically brought-together group of Flaming Fists. He takes note of Durthek's move to hide obvious signs of affiliation, and makes sure to do the same. He doesn't rise to pitch in to the conversation much - an occasional grunt in agreement with Durthekis all. As the dwarves shamble in and elbow their way to a table, Ironeater grins with mischief.
"Hey Durthek - that dark-haired one is about your size - do they let you bring girls home in your church?" He signs for two beers once one of the waitresses passes by, with a milk-curdling scowl to boot. He scratches at his beard for a moment, cocking his ear towards it as if listening, before settling into his seat, elbows at shoulder level, given the human proportioning of the furniture. After placing the order, he mutters to Durthek in dwarf.
In dwarf, under his breath.
"What in the three hells are we doing here, Durthek? How did we get roped into hunting a bloody cult through the streets of the most dangerous city in the world? Would've been safer in prison, except that the orc-kin were upping their rates, and the goliaths were flexing to invade the next block. Blast, I'm going to have a hard time adjusting to life out here - but then again, we're still basically in prison, right? Just as one of the guards, this time. The kind of guards who get knifed in the dark after hours. I'm not liking this road we're on, old friend. We've got to have a plan. We've got to get out."
"Tharmekhul doesn't care what metal I'm hammering, as long as I'm tending the forge, as it were... but she seems a bit on the quiet side for me."
He likewise switches briefly to dwarven.
"I trust that Tharmekhul's not done with me yet, whatever trials we face being guards in this city, I know we'll come out the other side tempered and stronger. You and I work well together, much like forming a blade of different steels. We've been through the purifying fires, and will emerge stronger."
He pauses, waving a hand and grinning in apology.
"Sorry. I don't need to sell you on platitudes and metaphors. All that aside, with what we've been through, we're still here. Situation might be just as tough to navigate as inside, but we made it through there, and we'll make it through this. Ember and Iron, Iron and Ember. Besides, at least out here there's beer!"
Durthek grins as their beers arrive, raising his mug to rap against Redric's, before taking a long, satisfied draught.
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Richardlooks this way and that, checking the comings and goings, while the rest of the group heads inside.
"Right, looks like its our turn."
Richard gives Thamiora smile and turns and heads to the tavern.
"Hello Klung, how are things today, keeping well?"
Richardsmiles to the large half-orc as he walks passed. The half-orc, continuing to scowl, grunts at Richard, conveying only recognition of his presences, and no further information.
"Right then, nice to see you too."
Richardducks through the door, checking that Thamioris still close behind.
Once inside, Richardscans the room, checking the locations of his other companions and searching for their contact.
Leaning closer to Thamior, Richardwhispers,
"Lets get a drink at the bar, then we will approach our contact casually and go from there."
"While I'm talking to her, keep you eyes out for anyone taking extra interest in our activities."
Richardpats Thamioron the shoulder, and smiling, lead the way to the bar.
"Jacob, nice to see you, how are thing? I'll have an ale, if that's ok and my friend will have..."
Richardturns to indicate Thamior, waiting with a questioning look, for his friends reply.
Perception check to notice any trouble and search for the contact: 21
As the first group enters the Tavern there is a lull in the conversations but it quickly picks up again. Astra's silver disappears into the bouncer's pocket and he grumbles his thanks.
The owner, a large man, just nods his head toward an empty table and waves one of the girls toward the trio.
She takes the order in a no-nonsense kind of way and it is clear that she likes to keep some distance from the customers.
The two dwarves entering don't attract as much attention and it's easy to lose them in the crowded room. Still, their drink comes fast.
Kulogall sweeps the room with a careful gaze but doesn't see any woman matching the captain's description. Has he is about to turn toward the others he notices that the other serving girl moves to the stairs leading upstairs her hands full of drinks.
When the last two arrive there are no available tables left. The large bartender mentions toward the counter with a toothy smile.
Ah, froth. You won't find that in the prison booze - it was always flat by the time the guards had smuggled it in. Leftovers from local tavern bought cheap, and sold high, Iron always thought.
in Dwarf, after a much needed draught:
"Ah, that's better. You are right, of course. Not about that fire and forge business - I'll leave dealing with god to you. Still, I smell opportunity in the air. More here than behind bars and walls. These cultists... they seem like they might be well connected. Secret cults only really draw in the desperate or foolish, which really only recruit from the highest and lowest places in society. Something tells me they have money - how else could they have survived the Fist's first purge? They smell like an old cabal to me, all ritual and mumbo, but with a few nasty surprises behind the smokes and mirrors. We'll find out soon enough, I suppose, once Richard makes contact. What do you think of that one? I'd get your take on him, if you don't mind. You always had a better eye for judging someone's worth. You remember that whole business with Kalina I told you about." Redric shivers at the recollection.
"Nearly enough to make one swear off women forever. And... did you just? Ha! Fool to me, Ember, you slipped that one by.
Sweet turnips, that's a good brew. Almost makes me brave enough to have gotten into that mob with you - what were you thinking, by the way? Diving in like that? Did you want to get knifed? I've got your back with a few spells, and all, but have a care! I'm not a wizard. I can only do so much."
Durthek grins. "God never said that I couldn't still have a sense of humor, or that it needed to be clean!"
"Heh, Kalina, eh? You're not falling for Richard's good looks are you? HA! From what you said of her, he doesn't sound half as dangerous. But seems to know what he's about. An unworked bar of steel, we'll see how it takes the forge and how tight the grain is. Might be there's a fine weapon under there that'd be good to have at your side... might be it's something more mundane, like a coathook. He stepped up with a plan, and was taking charge of this operation, think that'll butt heads with the Blaze there, but his approach seemed solid enough to me. If I had to guess, he was no more than an upper level underling when running with Kellgarth, and he's seeing as much opportunity in this job as any of the rest of us."
"That mob? Nah, they were just upset, didn't see anyone swinging anything but fists, any of them that want to swing a fist at this much metal'd earn the busted hand they got. I knew that Tharmekhul wouldn't let me die getting kicked to death by a bunch of scared, angry common folk... and neither would you.", he says with a shrug, taking another pull of his beer.
"How'd we think things are going?", he raises his empty mug, looking around the tavern, ostensibly for the server, but clocking the positions of the other groups of Fists.
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Kulogall says to Astra and Borys "Next round is on me. Let me go to the bar and order." He walks over to the bar and says to the bartender "Could we have 3 more mugs of Tanagyr's stout at our table? Thank you" and flashes a big smile at him. He looks over and locks eyes with Richard and Boarblade and pointedly looks toward the stairs, acting like he is looking for a friend.
Then he goes back to his table and sits, awaiting his drinks, putting 2 silver on the table for the drinks. He keeps scanning the bar, looking for friends.
As the group settles in the tavern night is fast falling outside. Baldurians know that walking at night is never a good idea and several of the patrons leave. But most stay either sure of their strength or too much in their cups.
Suddenly the tavern is filled with the ghostly lamentation of the elf spirit known to haunt the place. However, on this one occasion, the spirit sings not of a long-lost lover but of Elturel. This surprises everyone, including Alan Alyth, who has never heard the spirit change its tune. Characters who understand Elvish can translate the lyrics
O sing a song of Elturel
Of water, woods, and hill
The sun dawns on her ruddy cliffs
And fields green and still.
This land of long-abiding joy
Home of the strong and brave
Renowned by all, across the realms,
And never once a slave.
O sing a song of Elturel
When foes are at her door
Her fields torn by cloven feet
From some infernal shore.
Arise the mighty Hellriders
Take up your swift, keen swords
Then charge into the hellish fray
And scatter devil hordes.
O sing a song of Elturel
And when the night does fall
Sleep safe beneath Companion’s light
Until the dawn does call.
We’re bound by mortal covenant
That only ends with death
And so we’ll sing of Elturel
Until our final breath.
A character who has been to Elturel or who succeeds on a DC 15 Intelligence (History) read the Spoiler under.
“The Companion” referred to in the song is the name given to the artificial sun that burns over Elturel, protecting the city and its surrounding lands against the undead.
The owner and most of the regulars look around in surprise. A whisper spreads among them. "We never heard that song before."
In the following silence, the tavern door swings open, loudly it seems, letting in a group of sailors.
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((Having been to Elturel wasn't anything I'd established for Durthek's backstory, but he's been hunting bounties around the Sword Coast for 15-20 years, so likely? I'll do the roll for him though. History: 5 Think that means he hasn't been, or if he was, was too focused on his bounty to pay much attention to the city.))
"Can someone translate? You, lass, what was that? I don't much ken to elf-speak. Did it say something of Elturel?" Redric tries to figure out what has the room so riled up.
Astra does not know Elvish, but she recognizes their words for Elturel and its Companion. Her eyes cannot help but brim with tears at this haunting melody, about her home, its recent loss still raw. A single tear falls silently from each of her eyes, as she just sits there mesmerized, for as long as the song continues.
The rude entrance of the sailors breaks the spell, and she is brought back to the present, and the mission at hand. Looking about, she still does not see their contact, and rather suspects she must be on the next level up. Richard seems a sharp fellow. Let’s see how he plays it...
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Two beers in and Kulogall is in a mood to sing, he doesn’t recognize the other song or know the history of it. He sees how Astra’s mood is and hopes to cheer her up. "Join in when you can, I learned this one on board ship when I was a Coastie in Alaron. Let's see if we can lighten the mood, a good old fashioned drinking song."
He begins singing, starting low, and then starting to grow. He looks over at the other tables and sees if they will join in :
The Pissing Guard
Well she walked by the guard and gave him a kiss But he had to stand still just needin’ a piss
And she rubbed her hand up where she dare Well he almost relieved himself... Right there
As she backed up naughtily towards his peg A little bit of pee trickled down his leg
Twas a bad time to give him a squeezer Cause he gushed-on-out like a water geyser
Oh the pissing guard, it’s a common curse Don’t time it well, and you need to burst Squeeze it in, hold on tight It’s gonna be a bloody long night. Hoy!
After the drinking was over, she took out her glass eye, Put her false teeth in the water, hung up her wig to dry; Placed her false arm on the table, laid her false leg on the chair; After the drinking was over, she was hardly even there! Hoy!
At the end he raises his glass to the rest of the room, smiles and takes a swig.
Astra considers, as she wraps her cloak about her heater shield, and slings it over her back. “Very well. Kulo, Borys, with me. Durthek, Redric, follow shortly. Thamior, you’re with Richard. Watch his back.”
She gives a barely perceptible nod to the bouncer as she passes into the Elfsong, slipping a couple silver to him, in the practiced motion of one accustomed to tipping. Never hurts for the doorman to think well of you.
At first she is not sure she will find a table, but then she spies the serving girl wiping one down that has just been vacated. “Good day to you. Tanagyr’s Stout, please, and whatever my friends are having.” Astra produces two more silver for the drinks.
Waiting for their drinks to arrive, Astra takes in the establishment, and makes polite conversation with her team as she discreetly surveys the room. “So, Kulo. Can you truly breathe beer..? And Borys. You are new to Baldur’s Gate as well..?”
“Yes. Needed to leave the Moonshae Isles behind, that place is... not for rational people. But I’ll admit, this doesn’t seem much better here. It’s been a bit desperate. Money is tight, and my brother and sister aren’t really meant for this sort of city. I just need to make enough to get us further north, maybe.”
”Sorry, that was probably not what you meant by asking that. Yes, I’m new. You seem new as well, but you act like you’ve got such a natural handle on this place. I’m envious.” Borys raises his drink in appreciation.
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Kulogall sits up straight at the table, gives a wink to the dwarves as he is walking in and nods to the bouncer, the subtle nod of respect and silent agreement to not cause trouble. He replies to Astra “That looks tasty!” and orders one of his own, takes a big draught. “I have not tried to breathe through beer before. Guess I could do it. Probably would need about 6 or 7 more of these to try. I mean I would need to have a good bit of this in me to try.” He looks around the bar slowly to see if he can see the woman described by the Captain, and any other notable figures.
Perception: 20
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Astra nods, imagining their bloodlines must often be a harsher burden for those not born into wealth and privilege. ”My family..” Her jaw clenches, but only for a moment, and she starts again:
“House Andasca was among the first families in Elturel, well established before my birth suggested any infernal heritage. You see, my parents were both human, and their parents before them, by all appearances. May they all rest in peace. Cleansed from the realm along with the rest of the City. I was patrolling to the North at the time, or I would be gone, too.”
It takes a few moments, but she relaxes her expression, and even permits a small smile at the Triton’s reply. “Six or seven, indeed. Not this time, then.”
Ironeater closes on himself, tramping through the streets with great effort to keep up with the longer limbed among this chaotically brought-together group of Flaming Fists. He takes note of Durthek's move to hide obvious signs of affiliation, and makes sure to do the same. He doesn't rise to pitch in to the conversation much - an occasional grunt in agreement with Durthek is all. As the dwarves shamble in and elbow their way to a table, Ironeater grins with mischief.
"Hey Durthek - that dark-haired one is about your size - do they let you bring girls home in your church?" He signs for two beers once one of the waitresses passes by, with a milk-curdling scowl to boot. He scratches at his beard for a moment, cocking his ear towards it as if listening, before settling into his seat, elbows at shoulder level, given the human proportioning of the furniture. After placing the order, he mutters to Durthek in dwarf.
In dwarf, under his breath.
"What in the three hells are we doing here, Durthek? How did we get roped into hunting a bloody cult through the streets of the most dangerous city in the world? Would've been safer in prison, except that the orc-kin were upping their rates, and the goliaths were flexing to invade the next block. Blast, I'm going to have a hard time adjusting to life out here - but then again, we're still basically in prison, right? Just as one of the guards, this time. The kind of guards who get knifed in the dark after hours. I'm not liking this road we're on, old friend. We've got to have a plan. We've got to get out."
Thamior is prepared to follow in after Richard, with his tabard folded in his backpack, and his hood covering his bright hair.
"Tharmekhul doesn't care what metal I'm hammering, as long as I'm tending the forge, as it were... but she seems a bit on the quiet side for me."
He likewise switches briefly to dwarven.
"I trust that Tharmekhul's not done with me yet, whatever trials we face being guards in this city, I know we'll come out the other side tempered and stronger. You and I work well together, much like forming a blade of different steels. We've been through the purifying fires, and will emerge stronger."
He pauses, waving a hand and grinning in apology.
"Sorry. I don't need to sell you on platitudes and metaphors. All that aside, with what we've been through, we're still here. Situation might be just as tough to navigate as inside, but we made it through there, and we'll make it through this. Ember and Iron, Iron and Ember. Besides, at least out here there's beer!"
Durthek grins as their beers arrive, raising his mug to rap against Redric's, before taking a long, satisfied draught.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Richard looks this way and that, checking the comings and goings, while the rest of the group heads inside.
"Right, looks like its our turn."
Richard gives Thamior a smile and turns and heads to the tavern.
"Hello Klung, how are things today, keeping well?"
Richard smiles to the large half-orc as he walks passed. The half-orc, continuing to scowl, grunts at Richard, conveying only recognition of his presences, and no further information.
"Right then, nice to see you too."
Richard ducks through the door, checking that Thamior is still close behind.
Once inside, Richard scans the room, checking the locations of his other companions and searching for their contact.
Leaning closer to Thamior, Richard whispers,
"Lets get a drink at the bar, then we will approach our contact casually and go from there."
"While I'm talking to her, keep you eyes out for anyone taking extra interest in our activities."
Richard pats Thamior on the shoulder, and smiling, lead the way to the bar.
"Jacob, nice to see you, how are thing? I'll have an ale, if that's ok and my friend will have..."
Richard turns to indicate Thamior, waiting with a questioning look, for his friends reply.
Perception check to notice any trouble and search for the contact: 21
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
As the first group enters the Tavern there is a lull in the conversations but it quickly picks up again. Astra's silver disappears into the bouncer's pocket and he grumbles his thanks.
The owner, a large man, just nods his head toward an empty table and waves one of the girls toward the trio.
She takes the order in a no-nonsense kind of way and it is clear that she likes to keep some distance from the customers.
The two dwarves entering don't attract as much attention and it's easy to lose them in the crowded room. Still, their drink comes fast.
Kulogall sweeps the room with a careful gaze but doesn't see any woman matching the captain's description. Has he is about to turn toward the others he notices that the other serving girl moves to the stairs leading upstairs her hands full of drinks.
When the last two arrive there are no available tables left. The large bartender mentions toward the counter with a toothy smile.
"Cheers, then."
Ah, froth. You won't find that in the prison booze - it was always flat by the time the guards had smuggled it in. Leftovers from local tavern bought cheap, and sold high, Iron always thought.
in Dwarf, after a much needed draught:
"Ah, that's better. You are right, of course. Not about that fire and forge business - I'll leave dealing with god to you. Still, I smell opportunity in the air. More here than behind bars and walls. These cultists... they seem like they might be well connected. Secret cults only really draw in the desperate or foolish, which really only recruit from the highest and lowest places in society. Something tells me they have money - how else could they have survived the Fist's first purge? They smell like an old cabal to me, all ritual and mumbo, but with a few nasty surprises behind the smokes and mirrors. We'll find out soon enough, I suppose, once Richard makes contact. What do you think of that one? I'd get your take on him, if you don't mind. You always had a better eye for judging someone's worth. You remember that whole business with Kalina I told you about." Redric shivers at the recollection.
"Nearly enough to make one swear off women forever. And... did you just? Ha! Fool to me, Ember, you slipped that one by.
Sweet turnips, that's a good brew. Almost makes me brave enough to have gotten into that mob with you - what were you thinking, by the way? Diving in like that? Did you want to get knifed? I've got your back with a few spells, and all, but have a care! I'm not a wizard. I can only do so much."
Durthek grins. "God never said that I couldn't still have a sense of humor, or that it needed to be clean!"
"Heh, Kalina, eh? You're not falling for Richard's good looks are you? HA! From what you said of her, he doesn't sound half as dangerous. But seems to know what he's about. An unworked bar of steel, we'll see how it takes the forge and how tight the grain is. Might be there's a fine weapon under there that'd be good to have at your side... might be it's something more mundane, like a coathook. He stepped up with a plan, and was taking charge of this operation, think that'll butt heads with the Blaze there, but his approach seemed solid enough to me. If I had to guess, he was no more than an upper level underling when running with Kellgarth, and he's seeing as much opportunity in this job as any of the rest of us."
"That mob? Nah, they were just upset, didn't see anyone swinging anything but fists, any of them that want to swing a fist at this much metal'd earn the busted hand they got. I knew that Tharmekhul wouldn't let me die getting kicked to death by a bunch of scared, angry common folk... and neither would you.", he says with a shrug, taking another pull of his beer.
"How'd we think things are going?", he raises his empty mug, looking around the tavern, ostensibly for the server, but clocking the positions of the other groups of Fists.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Kulogall says to Astra and Borys "Next round is on me. Let me go to the bar and order." He walks over to the bar and says to the bartender "Could we have 3 more mugs of Tanagyr's stout at our table? Thank you" and flashes a big smile at him. He looks over and locks eyes with Richard and Boarblade and pointedly looks toward the stairs, acting like he is looking for a friend.
Then he goes back to his table and sits, awaiting his drinks, putting 2 silver on the table for the drinks. He keeps scanning the bar, looking for friends.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Kulo sees Durthek raise his empty mug for the server and likewise scan the room, making brief eye contact.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
As the group settles in the tavern night is fast falling outside. Baldurians know that walking at night is never a good idea and several of the patrons leave. But most stay either sure of their strength or too much in their cups.
Suddenly the tavern is filled with the ghostly lamentation of the elf spirit known to haunt the place. However, on this one occasion, the spirit sings not of a long-lost lover but of Elturel. This surprises everyone, including Alan Alyth, who has never heard the spirit change its tune. Characters who understand Elvish can translate the lyrics
A character who has been to Elturel or who succeeds on a DC 15 Intelligence (History) read the Spoiler under.
“The Companion” referred to in the song is the name given to the artificial sun that burns over Elturel, protecting the city and its surrounding lands against the undead.
The owner and most of the regulars look around in surprise. A whisper spreads among them. "We never heard that song before."
In the following silence, the tavern door swings open, loudly it seems, letting in a group of sailors.
((Having been to Elturel wasn't anything I'd established for Durthek's backstory, but he's been hunting bounties around the Sword Coast for 15-20 years, so likely? I'll do the roll for him though. History: 5 Think that means he hasn't been, or if he was, was too focused on his bounty to pay much attention to the city.))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Richard looks in the direction Kulogall indicates, as he places his order at the bar, but doesn't give any sign of recognising Kulogall.
Richard turns to Thamior as the pair get their drinks and the ghostly song begins.
"Hhmm, that doesn't sound right...you have any idea what she's singing?"
"I've never known the song to ever be different..."
David Gearlock | Human | Artificer | Revenge Heist
Knox | Warforged | Cleric | Shadowthorn's Out of the Abyss
"Can someone translate? You, lass, what was that? I don't much ken to elf-speak. Did it say something of Elturel?" Redric tries to figure out what has the room so riled up.
Astra does not know Elvish, but she recognizes their words for Elturel and its Companion. Her eyes cannot help but brim with tears at this haunting melody, about her home, its recent loss still raw. A single tear falls silently from each of her eyes, as she just sits there mesmerized, for as long as the song continues.
The rude entrance of the sailors breaks the spell, and she is brought back to the present, and the mission at hand. Looking about, she still does not see their contact, and rather suspects she must be on the next level up. Richard seems a sharp fellow. Let’s see how he plays it...
Two beers in and Kulogall is in a mood to sing, he doesn’t recognize the other song or know the history of it. He sees how Astra’s mood is and hopes to cheer her up. "Join in when you can, I learned this one on board ship when I was a Coastie in Alaron. Let's see if we can lighten the mood, a good old fashioned drinking song."
He begins singing, starting low, and then starting to grow. He looks over at the other tables and sees if they will join in :
The Pissing Guard
Well she walked by the guard and gave him a kiss
But he had to stand still just needin’ a piss
And she rubbed her hand up where she dare
Well he almost relieved himself... Right there
As she backed up naughtily towards his peg
A little bit of pee trickled down his leg
Twas a bad time to give him a squeezer
Cause he gushed-on-out like a water geyser
Oh the pissing guard, it’s a common curse
Don’t time it well, and you need to burst
Squeeze it in, hold on tight
It’s gonna be a bloody long night. Hoy!
After the drinking was over, she took out her glass eye,
Put her false teeth in the water, hung up her wig to dry;
Placed her false arm on the table, laid her false leg on the chair;
After the drinking was over, she was hardly even there! Hoy!
At the end he raises his glass to the rest of the room, smiles and takes a swig.
Performance : 10
Persuasion : 19
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Borys leans back in his chair and tries to enjoy the mood.
After the song is through, he’ll lean close to Astra and Kulogall to whisper: “Let’s go upstairs. There’s gotta be something more to this place.”
Paladin - warforged - orange