The town of Reliance is seeking justice. Justice for their slain sheriff. Justice for their missing loved ones. Justice for their town who's misfortunes are many. The attacks on the train has stopped it from bringing much needed settlers and supplies. Pressure is mounting in the valley with hostile forces at work from all sides.
Your party got word thirty miles east at the last stop on the line that Reliance is offering 1000 gold pieces to ease their burden. It seems like an impossible task but it's rumored the town has even more riches to offer. Your party has just come into town from several nights on the road. You've been harried by elves and orc tribes as well as strange beasts but you finally rode into Reliance at dusk the third day of travel.
It's a good size town. Construction of the temple is underway in stone but work has stopped for the day as mostly wooden buildings line a dusty street three carts wide. There's a saloon at the end of the street called the Starlight and across from it is the only other stone building is the jailhouse. There's a butcher, a bakery, and a green grocer. These places however are closed. The sun is setting but you see plenty of people rushing about as if trying to beat the setting sun to finish their business.
As the party rides into town Tallinn stops his rather round horse and rips an arrow out of his left shoulder and says "Grrr I hate elves, no offence Hammond". Tallinn looks to the party and says "Hmmm the butcher appears to be shut, so I think we should go to the saloon for a drink". He looks to Flynn and asks "Hmm Flynn do you remember where we go for the 1000 gold?".
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Veronica stops her horse a little behind and to the left of Tallinn's horse, "I would have to agree with you on that one Tallinn, they were not the most welcoming to us, although to be fair we did ride through the center of their hunting ground." V scans the road, her gun metal gray eyes passing over the townsfolk going about their evening rush then points to the Starlight, "Looks like that would be out best bet for a drink, maybe even a couple of rooms for the night. I would not mind sleeping in an actual bed tonight." V then continues scanning the road looking for a blacksmith.
Hammond gives Tallin a look for less then a second, having gotten used to his hatred of elves during the years they traveled together. He moves to lead his horse further into town, carefully covering the point to his ears. "That is why I told you we should have taken a different path. My tribe has dealt with them in the past peacefully. If anything you should be pleased that the orcs did not capture you. The Stonemaw tribe are violent even for orcs. But enough of this the sooner we find the sheriff then the sooner we can earn a reward."
Flynn tips back his hat. "Those elves are more sophisticated than you will ever be. this town could use more of them. not that the people will accept them, mutton headed buggers as they are. we could learn a lot from the elves." He rides up towards Hammond. "I dont like this place. not one bit. as soon as we collect our reward, is as soon as I would like to leave."
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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 am much the same. I find that as soon as any of them find out that I carry elven blood they treat me much differently. It was good that the last town only wanted to double the price of everything I bought." Hammond says as he nods to Flynn, pulling the hood of his robe up a bit more to cover his face.
V doesn't spot a smithy but there has to be one. Maybe somewhere farther away from the wooden buildings. Anything like the last town where a bad smithy burnt half of the town down after the forge was left untended by a drunk human...
The Starlight does beckon at the end of the street and none of the town's folk, all human, look curious enough to approach the party.
V draws her horse to Hammond and Flynn, "While I understand where you two are coming from I still feel the elves over reliance on bows and arrows are rather...archaic." V draws her pistol, skillfully spins around her finger, then holds it up so the polished steel barrel reflects the light of the setting sun, "Now this is a sophisticated piece of art. Finely forged barrel, intricate rifling, masterly carved handle, nothing is greater than a firearm crafted by a master smith." V rubs her pistol against her cheek, her eyes closed, a wide smile across her face. "That's right mommy loves you," she coos before giving the gun a quick kiss and returning it to its holster on her right hip. V then turns to Flynn, the smile gone from her face, her eyes cold, "You have been keeping up with the cleaning and maintenance of your firearms have you not Flynn?"
Hammond gives V a somewhat annoyed look before rolling his eyes and looking away. "You think that but if I were to drop that in say a puddle or such it would be nothing more then a shiny piece of metal until it was cleaned. While a bow on the other hand would be able to fired afterward. Oh and let us not forget that my bow does not let everything around know when I fire it."
Once he finishes he turns to look at Flynn, winking as he does his best to copy V's face. "Yes have you Flynn?"
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"Grr stop arguing youngsters" Tallinn says in a deep Scottish accent. "We all know that brute strength is better then your silly bows and guns". Tallinn hops of his horse and walks over to the saloon. As Tallinn walks towards the door of the saloon he looks at the saloon to see if their is anything odd about it.
"You want me to lie? i Wasn't calling you uncivilised." he looks at V and pulls out his long rifle. it has a tooled design, and a beautiful finish. "Elven make. Beautiful piece of craftmenship. The elves enchantments allow it to fly dead straight. Who ever told you they only used bows?"
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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.
Tallinn doesn't notice any thing out of the ordinary in the Starlight. The other partons look at the dwarf curiously but none approach him. It's all humans in the bar. There isn't a soul among them of the old races. The bartender is a stout blading human with a bushy gray beard and a critical expression. He glances at Tallinn but doesn't seem all to eager to serve him.
"And if you cut a simple string all you have is a nice stick," V retorts shooting Hammond a look, "I will concede to you the argument of the sound but, need I remind you of the prototype I have been working on. True it does not hold its charge for as long as I would like but I am working on it." V turns to Flynn, "I will give it to you, the carving of the stock is very well done, better than anything I have seen before, but the rifling is slightly off causing your shots to pull to the left. If you want that fixed and for it to be actually enchanted let me take it for the night afterwards the aim will be better and the shots will be a bit more powerful. You still did not answer my question though."
V hops off her horse, hitches it next to Tallinn's, then follows him into the Starlight. She takes a seat at the bar, seeing the bartender's apprehension about serving Tallinn V orders two whiskeys.
"Yes I have heard some tribes have begun to study the art of gunsmithing. My tribe had a few but those were only for the elite hunters since bullets could be hard to come by." Hammond says as he moves to tether his horse to the post outside of the saloon. "As for the string being cut you are right. But that is what my other weapons are for."
(FYI, it is actually enchanted....My uncommon magic item was a +1 Exandrian Bad News. +8 to hit, 2d12 plus 6 damage every turn, this thing shreds. Plus, what are Vs qualifications to know how my gun shoots without even holding it. Flynn also makes weapons, check his backstory.)
Flynn gives the Artificer an 'I'm done arguing' look "Why don't we do a shoot off tomorow? oh, maybe because you don't own a gun." he claps her on the shoulder "No hard feelings, but this gun is perfect and you know it"
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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.
((My mistake, thought you had a different item, your hit should be +9 then, 4 from Dex, 2 from proficiency, 2 from archery, and 1 from the enchantment. As to V's qualifications they have been traveling together for three years she would have seen Flynn shoot, mostly it was just meant as an offer to use V's second infusion on Flynn's gun keeping to V's gunsmithing backstory, but again duly noted it was my mistake won't offer again.))
V turns and smiles at Flynn from her seat at the bar, "Dear nothing is ever perfect, not you, not me, not this entire world. Everything can be improved, every step we take is an improvement on the last. Now sit, we had a long ride, we earned ourselves a good drink." V turns back to the bartender and orders another two whiskeys.
Not in the mood to continue debating weapons, Hammond moves to take his seat at the bar. As he does so he slides a few coins onto it. "I'll take the drink strongest you have and something to eat of you have it."
"We don't serve your kind at the bar. Sit yourself down at one of those tables in the back and I'll send a gal out there to you....and your friends," the old grizzly bartender says.
One of his eyes it milky white and there's a scar over his eyebrow of the ruined eye.
The bar is full of murmuring patrons giving everyone curious looks. Before Hammond can get his noise out of joint however a lean man with vaguely familiar features approaches the party. This man is a rancher named Dougherty. Silas Dougherty and he approached you at the last stop on the line before Reliance to plead his case for help. He's your guarantor for the 1000 gold...
"I...I see you made it here in one piece," Silas says with a crooked half smile. "I'll take a bottle and some stew for the table John. Please...put it on my tab," he adds as the bartender gives a hard look but nods. "Please," Silas then motions for you all to follow. "Our meetings is just back here," he adds gesturing at a table full of weathered looking men and women. More like frighten herd animals the closer you get.... "We're all so grateful you came," he adds gesturing again for you all to follow.
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As Tallinn walks over to the table were the people are sitting, he scowls at the bar keep and says "me, you wrestling match tonight, if I win you treat my party with some respect, if you win, my party wont annoy you any more". As he sits at the table that Silas instructed him to he says "greetings, how can we help you?". Tallinn will look for any left over drinks on the table.
The town of Reliance is seeking justice. Justice for their slain sheriff. Justice for their missing loved ones. Justice for their town who's misfortunes are many. The attacks on the train has stopped it from bringing much needed settlers and supplies. Pressure is mounting in the valley with hostile forces at work from all sides.
Your party got word thirty miles east at the last stop on the line that Reliance is offering 1000 gold pieces to ease their burden. It seems like an impossible task but it's rumored the town has even more riches to offer. Your party has just come into town from several nights on the road. You've been harried by elves and orc tribes as well as strange beasts but you finally rode into Reliance at dusk the third day of travel.
It's a good size town. Construction of the temple is underway in stone but work has stopped for the day as mostly wooden buildings line a dusty street three carts wide. There's a saloon at the end of the street called the Starlight and across from it is the only other stone building is the jailhouse. There's a butcher, a bakery, and a green grocer. These places however are closed. The sun is setting but you see plenty of people rushing about as if trying to beat the setting sun to finish their business.
(OOC I assume we are riding horses)
As the party rides into town Tallinn stops his rather round horse and rips an arrow out of his left shoulder and says "Grrr I hate elves, no offence Hammond". Tallinn looks to the party and says "Hmmm the butcher appears to be shut, so I think we should go to the saloon for a drink". He looks to Flynn and asks "Hmm Flynn do you remember where we go for the 1000 gold?".
Veronica stops her horse a little behind and to the left of Tallinn's horse, "I would have to agree with you on that one Tallinn, they were not the most welcoming to us, although to be fair we did ride through the center of their hunting ground." V scans the road, her gun metal gray eyes passing over the townsfolk going about their evening rush then points to the Starlight, "Looks like that would be out best bet for a drink, maybe even a couple of rooms for the night. I would not mind sleeping in an actual bed tonight." V then continues scanning the road looking for a blacksmith.
Perception 8
Hammond gives Tallin a look for less then a second, having gotten used to his hatred of elves during the years they traveled together. He moves to lead his horse further into town, carefully covering the point to his ears. "That is why I told you we should have taken a different path. My tribe has dealt with them in the past peacefully. If anything you should be pleased that the orcs did not capture you. The Stonemaw tribe are violent even for orcs. But enough of this the sooner we find the sheriff then the sooner we can earn a reward."
Flynn tips back his hat. "Those elves are more sophisticated than you will ever be. this town could use more of them. not that the people will accept them, mutton headed buggers as they are. we could learn a lot from the elves." He rides up towards Hammond. "I dont like this place. not one bit. as soon as we collect our reward, is as soon as I would like to leave."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"I am much the same. I find that as soon as any of them find out that I carry elven blood they treat me much differently. It was good that the last town only wanted to double the price of everything I bought." Hammond says as he nods to Flynn, pulling the hood of his robe up a bit more to cover his face.
OOC: AMAZING! Very impressed my friends!
V doesn't spot a smithy but there has to be one. Maybe somewhere farther away from the wooden buildings. Anything like the last town where a bad smithy burnt half of the town down after the forge was left untended by a drunk human...
The Starlight does beckon at the end of the street and none of the town's folk, all human, look curious enough to approach the party.
V draws her horse to Hammond and Flynn, "While I understand where you two are coming from I still feel the elves over reliance on bows and arrows are rather...archaic." V draws her pistol, skillfully spins around her finger, then holds it up so the polished steel barrel reflects the light of the setting sun, "Now this is a sophisticated piece of art. Finely forged barrel, intricate rifling, masterly carved handle, nothing is greater than a firearm crafted by a master smith." V rubs her pistol against her cheek, her eyes closed, a wide smile across her face. "That's right mommy loves you," she coos before giving the gun a quick kiss and returning it to its holster on her right hip. V then turns to Flynn, the smile gone from her face, her eyes cold, "You have been keeping up with the cleaning and maintenance of your firearms have you not Flynn?"
Hammond gives V a somewhat annoyed look before rolling his eyes and looking away. "You think that but if I were to drop that in say a puddle or such it would be nothing more then a shiny piece of metal until it was cleaned. While a bow on the other hand would be able to fired afterward. Oh and let us not forget that my bow does not let everything around know when I fire it."
Once he finishes he turns to look at Flynn, winking as he does his best to copy V's face. "Yes have you Flynn?"
"Grr stop arguing youngsters" Tallinn says in a deep Scottish accent. "We all know that brute strength is better then your silly bows and guns". Tallinn hops of his horse and walks over to the saloon. As Tallinn walks towards the door of the saloon he looks at the saloon to see if their is anything odd about it.Perception - 3
"Flynn I hope you weren't calling me uncivilised" Tallinn says as he licks some blood of his greatsword. "Now let's go get a drink shall we".
"You want me to lie? i Wasn't calling you uncivilised." he looks at V and pulls out his long rifle. it has a tooled design, and a beautiful finish. "Elven make. Beautiful piece of craftmenship. The elves enchantments allow it to fly dead straight. Who ever told you they only used bows?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Tallinn doesn't notice any thing out of the ordinary in the Starlight. The other partons look at the dwarf curiously but none approach him. It's all humans in the bar. There isn't a soul among them of the old races. The bartender is a stout blading human with a bushy gray beard and a critical expression. He glances at Tallinn but doesn't seem all to eager to serve him.
"And if you cut a simple string all you have is a nice stick," V retorts shooting Hammond a look, "I will concede to you the argument of the sound but, need I remind you of the prototype I have been working on. True it does not hold its charge for as long as I would like but I am working on it." V turns to Flynn, "I will give it to you, the carving of the stock is very well done, better than anything I have seen before, but the rifling is slightly off causing your shots to pull to the left. If you want that fixed and for it to be actually enchanted let me take it for the night afterwards the aim will be better and the shots will be a bit more powerful. You still did not answer my question though."
V hops off her horse, hitches it next to Tallinn's, then follows him into the Starlight. She takes a seat at the bar, seeing the bartender's apprehension about serving Tallinn V orders two whiskeys.
"Yes I have heard some tribes have begun to study the art of gunsmithing. My tribe had a few but those were only for the elite hunters since bullets could be hard to come by." Hammond says as he moves to tether his horse to the post outside of the saloon. "As for the string being cut you are right. But that is what my other weapons are for."
(FYI, it is actually enchanted....My uncommon magic item was a +1 Exandrian Bad News. +8 to hit, 2d12 plus 6 damage every turn, this thing shreds. Plus, what are Vs qualifications to know how my gun shoots without even holding it. Flynn also makes weapons, check his backstory.)
Flynn gives the Artificer an 'I'm done arguing' look "Why don't we do a shoot off tomorow? oh, maybe because you don't own a gun." he claps her on the shoulder "No hard feelings, but this gun is perfect and you know it"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
((My mistake, thought you had a different item, your hit should be +9 then, 4 from Dex, 2 from proficiency, 2 from archery, and 1 from the enchantment. As to V's qualifications they have been traveling together for three years she would have seen Flynn shoot, mostly it was just meant as an offer to use V's second infusion on Flynn's gun keeping to V's gunsmithing backstory, but again duly noted it was my mistake won't offer again.))
V turns and smiles at Flynn from her seat at the bar, "Dear nothing is ever perfect, not you, not me, not this entire world. Everything can be improved, every step we take is an improvement on the last. Now sit, we had a long ride, we earned ourselves a good drink." V turns back to the bartender and orders another two whiskeys.
Not in the mood to continue debating weapons, Hammond moves to take his seat at the bar. As he does so he slides a few coins onto it. "I'll take the drink strongest you have and something to eat of you have it."
"We don't serve your kind at the bar. Sit yourself down at one of those tables in the back and I'll send a gal out there to you....and your friends," the old grizzly bartender says.
One of his eyes it milky white and there's a scar over his eyebrow of the ruined eye.
The bar is full of murmuring patrons giving everyone curious looks. Before Hammond can get his noise out of joint however a lean man with vaguely familiar features approaches the party. This man is a rancher named Dougherty. Silas Dougherty and he approached you at the last stop on the line before Reliance to plead his case for help. He's your guarantor for the 1000 gold...
"I...I see you made it here in one piece," Silas says with a crooked half smile. "I'll take a bottle and some stew for the table John. Please...put it on my tab," he adds as the bartender gives a hard look but nods. "Please," Silas then motions for you all to follow. "Our meetings is just back here," he adds gesturing at a table full of weathered looking men and women. More like frighten herd animals the closer you get.... "We're all so grateful you came," he adds gesturing again for you all to follow.
As Tallinn walks over to the table were the people are sitting, he scowls at the bar keep and says "me, you wrestling match tonight, if I win you treat my party with some respect, if you win, my party wont annoy you any more". As he sits at the table that Silas instructed him to he says "greetings, how can we help you?". Tallinn will look for any left over drinks on the table.
Intimidation on the bar keep - 3
Perception to find drinks - 13