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Post by DM-Delfon on May 15, 2016 12:57:49 GMT -5
(Continued from Here.) Orellow, once again a wave of laughter, and the mixed smell of pipe smoke and ale washes over you as you open the familiar double doors that leads into The Wayfarer's Rest. Today the cook must be working with bacon, as the mouth watering scent of it fills the room as you enter. Old Borris stands at the base of a ladder, supporting it as one of the barmaids tops up the oil in one of the lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The twin fireplaces have burnt down, and will require more wood soon, but the hearths still give off quite a bit of heat to the room. The dozen round tables are mostly empty, with only two of the tables being full. While a smattering of individuals or couples are seated elsewhere throughout the room. One of the full tables has a group of guards chatting, and eating after their shift. The other seats some labourers, and a farmer or two. The musician that normally plays the dulcimer is nowhere to be seen, but his instrument is set out in preparation for this evening. One fellow sitting alone nods a greeting. One of the barmaids pauses in polishing some cutlery, and says, "Find a spot wherever you like M'deary. Can I get you something to drink?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 15, 2016 19:41:44 GMT -5
Orellow smiles at the girl and tips his head in respect. "Of course! A drink would be lovely with whatever intoxicating meat your cook has frying up" He laughs but follows with "If it wouldn't be too much trouble". Orellow then nods back to the man in his usual chair and finds himself a seat. One where he can be seen but won't be in the way (most likely off to the side). People have always had a way of finding me, I'm sure this Emboros will too. Orellow thinks to himself as he takes his seat. He sets his elbows on the tables and laces his fingers together, resting his head on them as he closes his eyes and listens to everything around him.
(Nat 20 perception + 6. Thats a good way to return to Veth XD although i doubt if it'll be of much help for anything)
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 18, 2016 19:36:25 GMT -5
You silently observe the room, soaking in all of the details. Old Borris treats the barmaids as if they are his very own children. In fact, you can't be sure whether any of them are in fact related to the old innkeeper. They all work hard, and genuinely seem to want to work for the man. Your food is brought out in short order, and it smells even better up close. The best part is that it tastes even better than it smells.
Before an hour has past all but one of the guards take their leave. The one remaining guard moves up to the bar and starts chatting with one of the barmaids. From the look of the conversation, you would say a lot of flirting is going on back and forth, and that this isn't the first time they've chatted like this. Old Borris' eyes drift back to their conversation from time to time, and he has a look of fatherly distrust, mixed with pride in a daughter all grown up.
After a time the musician comes out, and begins to play a few scales. He makes an adjustment to his instrument and then plays them again. Once he seems satisfied he begins to play. It is about this time that the room begins to fill up, and before long a group of three ladies stand before your table. One is a blonde, slender, with eyes the sky blue of a warm summer day. One has hair of fire, and freckles speckle her cheeks. You notice dimples when she smiles, and she smiles often. The last lady has brown hair that hangs in a thick braid past her belt. She has ample curves, but you note a raw physical strength in some of her movements, where the other two share a certain fluid grace. All three women wear simple, but fashionable dresses, with the fire haired lady's dress split for riding. All three also wear a signet ring bearing the flaming sun of Pelor on their middle finger of their left hand.
The fire haired lady leans on the table, offering you a view of her modest cleavage, "Oy! Mate, mind ifin' we split the table wit'cha?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 18, 2016 19:56:04 GMT -5
Orellow looks at each woman respectfully and he smiles, motioning to his table. "By all means, such lovely ladies are welcome to the table" He says happily. "Although, I must ask you to forgive me if I leave suddenly, I am expecting an associate for work soon" He informs them and chuckles adding in. "An adventurer's work is never done"
(10+6=16, 19+6=25, 6+6=12, Insight checks for the intention of each woman & 11+6=17 Perception to see if they have any weapons or markings that may give them away as threats. 14+0 Religion)
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 20, 2016 4:06:59 GMT -5
The blonde is looking for a place to sit, and seems keen on sitting beside the red head. The red head has checked you out, but has checked out the blonde more often, and more throughly. The brunette you can't seem to get a bead on. All three have daggers at their sides, and the brunette has two pointy metal things in her hair that seem to keep things in place, but could double as a weapon easily enough. As the blonde slides into her seat you catch the outside edge of a tattoo above her right breast, but it is almost completely hidden by her clothes. The symbol on their rings is Pelorian, but looks different then all the other Pelorian symbols you have seen around town. You're not sure why the three of them where the same ring on the same finger.
The three of them take seats around the table, introducing themselves and making small talk. They ask you a lot of questions, especially the blonde. Nothing too leading, and nothing that digs too deeply.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 20, 2016 17:39:59 GMT -5
Being his usual self, Orellow pushes his chair back and stands to his full height before bowing and introducing himself "Orellow Avnec, adventurer, and former Ranger for the Floral Forest" He sits himself back down. "Its a quaint little crop of trees across the seas" He explains and chuckles at his unintentional rhyme. "I'm enjoying myself here so far, although some of the customs escape me" He admits and laughs. "Like how you three ladies all where those strange palorian symbols on your middle fingers" He immediately raises his hands in defense before he stirs a hornets nest and adds. "Not that I intend to pry, I'm simply a curious fellow" He smiles.
(10+1=11 persuasion and 11+6=17 Insight to watch for reactions and the meanings of those reactions to when I point out the rings)
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 23, 2016 8:59:08 GMT -5
The blonde reclines in her chair, raising one foot to rest on the seat so she can set her chin upon her knee. She brushes a stray hair behind the fire haired woman's ear, and says, "Another outlander come to seek his fortune in Clifton as an adventurer." Mock sorrow paints her features, before she smiles brightly once more, "Too bad the ones that reap the benefits of all your hard work get to stay" Here she quickly adds the word 'relatively' under her breath without missing a beat, "safely behind the walls." If questioned, she rants a bit about the guilds taking the lions share of the proceeds from 'honest' adventurers. She twists the tone of the word honest, but you're not sure if she was implying that she doesn't think adventurers are honest. She doesn't think you are honest, being an adventurer. Perhaps she is suggesting that she or her companions are not honest. Maybe something else entirely.
The red haired woman takes a drink, and drops a hand down onto the blondes thigh, "Enough ranting, woman." She chastises the blonde, who abruptly sits a little straighter and smiles. "Master Avnec is enquiring about our rings." She holds up her hand so she can see the ring, then turns her hand so the ring faces you. "We are adventurers like yourself. Originally inspired by the exploits of Helga Skogpil, or Helga Forest Arrow in the Common tongue. We invented this symbol to represent ourselves. Pelor to show our faith, and the fire shaped into the first letters of our names to represent us."
Now that she mentions that the fire is shaped as letters, you can see it. However you see four letters, but there is only three of them at the table. The brunette speaks now, her voice deep, almost masculine, "No manners." She barks, glaring at the other two. She slams a fist off her chest, "Ingrid Torgrimson." Then falls silent once more. The fire haired woman rolls her eyes, "Rackfalk, Hassel Rackfalk." The blonde smiles warmly, "Gyllen Blom." She says inclining her head slightly. That only leaves the 'J' unaccounted for on the ring.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 23, 2016 15:16:04 GMT -5
"I wouldn't say I came here seeking fortune as much as I'm here to settle some old business and find something new to commit myself too in process" He says and smiles at brunette. Orellow chuckles a bit. "Yes, Honesty is a rarity in this day in age, seems only afforded to young children and beasts" Orellow then slips into an uncharacteristically somber moment as he looks down at the table and says; "And even they sometimes aren't spared" He looks back up at the women and smiles. "But not much one can do about that" He laughs.
"Master?" Orellow laughs heartily. "I'm Master of no one, simply call me by Orellow, such titles have never appealed to me" He laughs and thinks to himself. Outside of a little bedroom play. "Helga Skogpil?" Orellow thinks on the name for a bit. "I've heard the name but I am unfamiliar with her aside from that, care to fill in the blanks? I do so love a good tale"
Orellow smiles warmly as the brunette. "A pleasure, Miss Torgrimson" He nods to the other two. "Delighted to meet your acquaintances, Miss Rackfalk and Miss Blom" Orellow openly pauses after that and seems deep in thought, looking to each of the girls. "If it isn't prying into matters you'd rather not discuss. I'd be obliged to know who the 'J' represents in your circle" Orellow asks politely.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 23, 2016 20:37:23 GMT -5
A man enters, halfway between five feet and six. He looks the part of an adventurer in his studded leather, with his hair worn in a single braid down his back. He carries a rapier on his left hip, and a backpack is strapped high on his back. Attached to the side of the pack is a map or scroll case. He stands at attention just inside the door, his back straight, and shoulders back. His face is tilted slightly down, unintentionally making his features seem more imposing as he scans the room. As his eyes pass over you Orellow, they seem to take in the slightest detail. He stares unblinking at you, and you feel weighed and measured. The man crosses the room to stand before your table. "Ladies." He nods to each in turn, barely inclining his head. "Master Avnec?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 23, 2016 20:50:45 GMT -5
Orellow stands to his full height and meets the man at a eye level, though Orellow stands nearly a foot taller, he looks at the mysterious man evenly and with respect. "An Avnec I am, a master I am not." He says and smiles. "Were you perhaps sent here by a Watcher Of Waves?" Orellow asks resting his arm on the hilt of his short sword.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 24, 2016 5:19:53 GMT -5
Ingrid shows the beginning of a smile when you inquire about Helga Skogpil, the barest tightening of the mouth in the places required for a smile. "Helga is folk hero of our homeland. Powerful warrior, and shield maiden." The term shield maiden doesn't seem familiar to you, but seems to be a title of some esteam. "Always so short Griddy." Gyllen pipes in, earning an angry scowl from Ingrid. "Leave off woman" Hassel chastises, making soothing gestures at the larger woman. The motions seem stale, as if said and done a million times before. "The man did ask for a tale." Between the three of them you manage hear a few tales of Helga Skogpil. (think female viking folk hero)
The three women deflate when you ask about the J, but you don't get a chance to say anything else on the matter before Embros arrives. "Master is customary around here." Embros says simply. "I believe you do protest too much, Master Avnec." Gyllen says with a wry grin, "Besides, we are hardly familiar enough to go purely on a first name basis." she trails off for a moment, adding, "Yet." with a considerably more familiar wink. "It just wouldn't be proper." Both Gyllen and Hassel break into a fit of giggles at this, while Ingrid scowls at both of them.
Embros clears his throat, "Embros Maewyn." He says simply while indicating himself. "When you're ready, I'll be at the bar." He turns to each of the ladies in turn and nods, one quick movement of his head, before heading over to the bar to speak with Old Borris.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 25, 2016 13:50:09 GMT -5
Orellow whistles at the end of their tales. "Quite an impressive woman, I can see why you all look up to her" He says and smiles
"Customary? Well, I suppose it can't really be helped then" Orellow sighs, rubbing the back of his head. "When in Clifton and all that" He says and stands, chuckling a bit. "Well, ladies it has been quite the enjoyment spending time together like this" Orellow says genuinely. "But, as my father always said; business is best done before pleasure" He chuckles. "Though, I hate to leave you after I've clearly struck a cord of sorrow, I will do my best in the future to make it up to you ladies" He informs them and smiles "But should you ladies ever need to seek me out I have a room here at this Inn, I am more than happy to oblige such lovely women whenever I have time" He says and smiles. "And I should like to adventure along side you, should opportunity arise but for now..." He straightens out to his height and bows his head to each lady as he bids them farewell. "Good day, Miss Rackfalk" He says to the redhead. "Be well, Miss Blom" He says to the blonde. "Stay safe, Miss Torgrimson" He says to the brunette and winks at her in a way the others wouldn't see. Before heading to the bar.
Once Orellow reaches the bar he leans on it with his arms standing next to Emboros so they're shoulder to shoulder. "So, Mister Maewyn, what has our mutual friend have in store for us?" He asks quietly as he looks straight ahead, not yet meeting the stoic man.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 27, 2016 11:14:19 GMT -5
Embros looks annoyed when you first arrive at the bar, "Some discretion would be nice." The man stands, turning around to face the room with his elbows behind him on the edge of the bar. He glances about to make sure that nobody is within earshot. Then he takes the percaution of pretending to take a sip of his drink to hide his lips, "Our mutual friend is being hunted by some powerful people. Powerful people that are making use of vast networks of spies." He turns his head to look at you without otherwise changing his stance, "Understood?" His eyes are locked to yours, burrowing into you, weighing. Additionally, even though his attention appears to be focused on directly upon you, you have a feeling that he could tell you what anyone in the room is doing right now.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 27, 2016 19:37:22 GMT -5
"Well, Mister Maewyn, I haven't a clue what your on about" Orellow says staring at the shorter man a bit coldly but still smiling as he normally does. "I see no reason why anyone, much less people as powerful as you say, would be interested in a wandering priest who spends his nights drinking ale and bringing joy" The corner of his mouth crooks into a proud smile. Orellow speaks as he normally does, as he knows anyone would be suspicious if the loud and bombastic warrior was suddenly hush-hush at the bar with a stranger. "Now, what is it? Some kid being bullied? A sad widow needing a broad shoulder?" He slaps the back of Emboros heartily and pulls him in closer with one arm.
(perception 18+6=24 to find anyone who might be listening in on our conversation or otherwise being nosey into my affairs. Nat 20 Int check to communicate to Emboros to take the fucking hint and not bring up Charles again. If his mouth messes with Avarice's income Gods help him. This ain't Orellow's first time dealing with spies and networks, he's a Vecna worshiper after all)
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 28, 2016 0:05:38 GMT -5
While you examine the crowd, you don't see anyone attempting to listen in on your conversation. You do catch a strange exchange though. The fellow that nodded at you when you walked in, Larry was it? He appeared to be talking to someone, but nobody is at his table. Another fellow across the room nods, and leaves the inn a moment later. There is no way that they were speaking out loud, or you would have heard given the distance. With your interested perked, you notice that Larry seems to be paying particularly close attention to you and Master Maewyn, although he is much to far away to hear anything. Charles is glad he wasn't drinking something when Orellow described Bogomil. Broadsided as he was by that accidental truth, Charles just barely managed to maintain his Embros facade. The stern warrior's mask never even twitched, but it was a near thing not to stare open mouthed like a buffoon. A moment to regroup is offered as two men enter the inn. One man appears to be made of muscle stacked upon muscle. He carries a hammer that looks to be a barrel mounted on a stick. The other seems more nimble than strong, but yet still well muscled. They both have the look of sailors or pirates, perhaps both. The larger man gets the smaller man's attention and points to Embros across the bar. Both men walk over, and the larger man begins to speak in a deep bass rumble, "Embros, it's nice to see you again, it has been too long. This is Mac Mon-" He clears his throat, glancing down at the smaller man, "That is to say, this is Mac Cutter, Quartermaster of the Sapphire Rover." The smaller man looks annoyed at the larger man, but smiles a wolfish white toothed smile, one that you suspect would go over well with the ladies, "an dis 'ere big oaf do be Gregor Mountainhammer." He adds for your benefit Orellow, since the other two seem to know one another, "He do be tellin' tales of work that do be needing done." Embros nods once, before moving over to a private booth without saying anything. Once everyone is settled Embros sets his elbows upon the table. With his fists together, he rests his chin on his thumbs blocking his mouth from view, "The job is considerably less than legal. If anyone wants out, now is going to be the only opportunity." He looks at each of you in turn. Gregor watches Mac until Mac nods, then he does the same. The three of them look to you Orellow, and Mac adds, "What say you friend? Interested in a little fun?" Images: Gregor Mountainhammer - Image sent by Messenger. Mac CutterRolls: Deception: 20 (nat) + 8 = 28. (to avoid reacting to the mention of his alter ego) Insight: 14 + 2 = 16. (To catch your meaning)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 28, 2016 1:09:48 GMT -5
As Orellow notices Larry's odd behavior he brings his fingers up to to his mouth, motioning like he's wiping his mouth but he quickly and stealthily licks his fingers and then stretches a bit and reaches for the back of his neck, cracking it as his two wet fingers reach into the deepest parts of his dark slicked back to find a small hair and drags his fingers down it. As he does, the barmaids who were busily running around come to a grinding a halt, the patrons seem frozen in place unless you watched them carefully, even the happy music seems to become slow and distorted and Orellow looks at a girl with long yellow-orange hair in a white one piece dress sitting on the back of Larry's chair, kicking her feet happily. "Oh Larry! Larry, Larry, Larry!" She says in a happy sing-song tone. "What naughty things are you doing?" She asks seemingly to no one and then turns to Orellow. "Do you think he's one of those theive's guild members?" She asks excitedly. "If he's giving orders in such a secret way he must be high up, even the Fingers aren't this.." She stops and gasps, a smile practically splitting her face. "Do you think he's on their list? How much of a bounty do you think the Duchess would pay?" She asks, hopping off the chair and running over to Orellow's side before squealing in delight. "Ahhhh! The possibilities!" She nearly sings and mock faints from happiness. Orellow takes a swig of his drink. Looking right about done with her shenanigans. "We'd have to prove he's involved" Orellow says flatly into his drink and adds "and he might be one of the Fingers" Avarice visibly deflates, looking like she'd seen a hoard of treasure slip through her fingers and huffs angrily at him. "Jerk." She spits and sticks out her tongue. Orellow sighs and the world slowly winds back up to normal speed as he takes another drink.
Orellow nods to each man and gives them a respectful greeting and introduces himself in the usual way before joining all three of them at their booth. Putting Larry out of his mind... For now. Father always said to tackle one task at a time lest those tasks trample you.
Once seated Orellow starts in on a story about an Inn he and his father spent the night at that turned out to be an illusion by some prank-loving fey. Being his usual bombastic and joyful self to cover up their secret discussion and to avoid suspicion. At one point he stops and takes a swig of his ale, making it look like he's drinking it but speaking into it quietly. "Fun is what I do best" He puts his drink down and chuckles, continuing his story in his usual way.
(OOC: 16+6=22 Stealth to get that one hair without being seen and make sure it isn't visible. 14+3=17 deception to make it look like i'm drinking while passing my message along)
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 28, 2016 9:30:45 GMT -5
The four of you set to work hashing out the details of a plan. The basics are as follows: A woman important to our mutual friend has been taken captive, and is being held at Bal'Rackaer Island. Bal'Rackaer is a Sommerset controlled prison island. Additionally Mac's wife's, and Gregor's captain Tsunami Cutter's previous crew were being held at the prison. They were being held, as they have escaped the prison but not the island. The basic plan is to take Tsunami Cutter's ship, The Sapphire Rover, to the island. Once nearby, take smaller craft loaded with a select handful of crew to seek out and rescue the woman, and the crew.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on May 29, 2016 0:44:57 GMT -5
Orellow does his best to cover up the conversation they're having from prying ears by being his usual bombastic self, telling stories, of him and his Dad raiding bandit camps, seeing a unicorn and dealing with unpleasant men trying to log in their protected forest. The stories tell you Orellow's preferred tactic is guerrilla warfare and that he likes fighting one on one against especially tough enemies. You also find it interesting that he's as happy as he is given that he's slaughtered men since he was a child. I mean bandits, sure but even your first time killing someone still bothers you, but Orellow treats it like a fond memory. Maybe its just a difference in upbringing? Your no doctor. But with everything said, Orellow settles into his seat to take a long swig of his drink but before the liquid reaches his lips he confirms quietly that he's on board and ready to go when you guys are.
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Post by DM-Delfon on May 31, 2016 9:03:00 GMT -5
Gregor remains quiet during the proceedings, actively watching the crowd. When he does speak, it is in a deep bass rumble. He comes across as kind and considerate with the few questions he does ask, which strikes you a little odd given that he works for a ship that is about to break someone out of prison.
Mac works out the details of the arrangement, and comes across as the buccaneer up to and including the oily smile he gives Ruby when she drops off the second round of drinks. The finer points of the deal are that the pair of you will get free passage to the Bal'Rackaer Island, but you are expected to help defend the ship and crew if the need arrises. Additionally, the pair of you will attempt to free the Sea Song, and their crew. Any loot gathered while on the mission will be split evenly between the crew that form the landing party.
Once the details are arranged, Mac drops the secrecy and calls for two rounds of drinks, "A round of Liquid Fire for my companions here!" Mac calls out to Ruby as she passes, "And let it be chased with some Slow Burn Ale." Ruby nods, only offering a smile once Mac tosses a gold coin through the air. Ruby for her part has her hands full, and catches the coin in her cleavage with a wink. Another man at another table looks like he is going to toss a coin as well, but stops short at a withering look from Ruby. Old Borris glares at Mac for a moment before chuckling, rubbing his ear and looking at Mac he mouths the words, 'Nice piece of jewlery Mac, is that new?' with a knowing smile. Mac just laughs, but you see him rub the one out of place ear ring more than once throughout the rest of the night.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 1, 2016 4:44:48 GMT -5
Orellow would treat Gregor's kindness in kind. Striking up a little chit-chat to get a better feel for why he's doing this. Orellow would be more than happy to split whatever treasure they find. Avarice would know that the price of proving their mettle and trust worthiness to a Prince would bring in much more then any petty amount of treasure they come across in this job. Mac would earn a disapproving look from Orellow after the coin toss. As he believes a lady deserves more respect than that. But, Ruby seems okay with it, so what can you do? Orellow notices the exchange and decides to have a little fun. Once their drinks arrive. Orellow downs his quickly (17+0=17 Con check) and brings the mug back down to the table with a loud 'Tonk' to get the intention of his table mates. "Well, I think I've talked about myself more than enough, how about you boys? Any tales to tell?" He'll ask to the three and immediately turn to Mac. "How about your Mr. Cutter? I've noticed you've been favoring that earring of yours, is there an interesting story to go along with it?" He asks and grins (13+1=14 Persuasion Check). He'll likely pressure the other two to tell tales about themselves as well, to get a good idea of who they are or at least who they claim to be. (OOC; Plus I really like me a good story . Also, Orellow and I are raring to go on this rescue mission!) Actions are deafening when compared to the whispers of someone's words. His Father warned him when accepting a merchant's price for his hard earned pelts. A choice he would come to regret as he was swindled that day. Never again. Orellow will take a man at his word but won't trust him completely. The three men at his table were no different. He would watch them during their mission and judge weather or not they were worth their salt or if they were just destined to be another stain on his blade. After all the Prince needed men he could trust in order to reach his goals. If these men proved to be a hindrance to the Prince or got in Orellow's way, he would not hesitate to cut the three of them down. But that will be determined in time.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 1, 2016 20:39:46 GMT -5
Gregor seems to be a genuinely nice person. It seems that being as massive as he is, he has had remarkably few problems with bullies or generically bad people. Some friends of his when he was a much younger man ran into some trouble with some scallywags, and so he left his apprenticeship as a shipwright to help his friends out of their situation. Turns out that even without finishing his apprenticeship, a shipwright is in high demand on board a vessel. His size didn't hurt either when things went south. He did eventually go back and finish his apprenticeship, and a second one as an engineer as well. Master Mountainhammer is now considered master class in both disciplines. His love of the sea drove him back on board ship, despite the dangers, or perhaps because of them.
Embros provides quite a lot of information about the prison island. So much so that you would swear that he must have been there before. Not as a prisoner though, the information isn't all from the perspective of someone on the inside. He speaks of security information, the kind of thing that a prison would go out of it's way to avoid being public knowledge. Much of the information related to the prison side of this mission was provided by Embros. As to the man himself, he doesn't appear to hold any deity in high regard. He seems to believe that men follow their own path through this world. Embros seems stern, even sitting with his back rigid. His words are gruffly spoken, usually in short rapid bursts that carry the weight of a command rather than a suggestion. Still, he comes across as both charismatic and persuasive regardless of how gruff his words actually are. His past is well behind him, and he doesn't speak of it or share stories even when prodded to do so. However from his speech, mannerisms, and body language you believe he has served in an army or militia. He claims ownership of a security company, which may be where he got all the prison information from.
Mac is an open book, he is more than happy to share stories. Some of which are probably taller in the telling, but entertaining none the less. He tells a story of a merchant vessel that would not surrender, was down right adamant that they would fight to the last man. When it finally came time to board the ship and Gregor was the first over the side, the merchant surrendered before any of his crew even engaged the man. Gregor insists that it was a coincidence, that the merchant was already rethinking a pitched battle when Gregor boarded the ship. As for the ring, Master Cutter was quite recently married to the captain of the Sapphire Rover. The ring is hers, and she bears one of Mac's in her own ear.
The evening goes quite long, with many, many rounds of drinks to be had. You notice that both Gregor and Embros switch to non-alcoholic beverages after the first round. Gregor explains that Captain Cutter would have his head if Mac didn't make it safely back to the Sapphire Rover tonight. Embros explains that he has seen a great many terrible things in this world happen because of people too far gone in the drink, and he won't be part of that. Mac is willing to drink himself into a stupor if you will join him in the endeavor. It is agreed to meet at the Sapphire Rover either tonight or very early tomorrow morning to get this show on the road. If much drinking happens then Gregor carries Mac back to the ship, otherwise Gregor, Mac and Embros will all take their leave together. All three men are already packed, or living on the ship. You're welcome to join them if you're prepared to leave too Orellow.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 1, 2016 22:16:45 GMT -5
Orellow will also be switching to non-alcoholic as his Father told him A man lost drink is one lost in life. But, he'll be happy to keep that fact from Mac and play a drinking game or two for fun. (10+3=13 deception) Once the night winds to a close and the others are ready to leave, Orellow heads to the Bar and talks with Ol' Borris about keeping his room. But, not before a comment from Avarice saying he's a sentimental fool for wasting the money. Orellow pays off the room (To be docked) and slings his back pack over his shoulder as he follows the three men out. Excitement fills his chest as he sets out on another adventure, this time on the high seas. What will be waiting for him? Will he survive? What truths and treasures await him? Only time will tell. But, he knew in his heart this would be his greatest adventure yet.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 2, 2016 21:17:50 GMT -5
Mac catches onto your bait and switch quickly enough, but doesn't seem to care one way or the other. He has a few drinks and keeps the conversation going between the lot of you. If it wasn't for the fact that you might have to kill any one of these men, especially with the challenge that Gregor poses, you think they would all make good friends. The lot of you make it through the mean streets to the Sapphire Rover without incident. One fellow with a cudgel leapt out, but immediately made a joke about how he surprised the group of you before vanishing back into the alley he came from. (OOC: The rest of this thread plays out in the 3.5 section of his site, but we will still be using 5e rules for 5e characters. Apparently I just like to torture myself as a DM. Adventure continues HERE )
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