Sep 20, 2016 7:40 pm
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Episode 0: The Arcadian Rose
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Sep 21, 2016 4:18 am
"Ha! You've pegged me quick, young master. Haven't rightly seen anyone in this fair harbor for a while. The past few years I've spent more time on deck than ashore." Rhodrick chuckles and leans periously back on his perch. He seems completely unaware of Cedrick's discomfort with his proximity.
Rhod lets his eyelids droop as he turns his goofy grin to Eleanor. "Your beau here doesn't miss much does he, lass? A man as sharp as that might know of a good ship looking to hire a few sea dogs that are between crews." He raises an eyebrow in Foucat's direction.
Rhod lets his eyelids droop as he turns his goofy grin to Eleanor. "Your beau here doesn't miss much does he, lass? A man as sharp as that might know of a good ship looking to hire a few sea dogs that are between crews." He raises an eyebrow in Foucat's direction.
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Sep 21, 2016 5:28 am
"Well, crap." Parallel mutters under his breath. He steels himself before slinking over to un-pickpocket the old nobleman at the bar in order to return the government notice of his military son's death.
And maybe buy him a drink...
And maybe buy him a drink...
Rolls
Stealth - (1d20+8)
(4) + 8 = 12
sleight of hand - (1d20+6)
(14) + 6 = 20
Sep 21, 2016 7:37 am
The one known as Cedrick releases his hold on his belt and begrudginginly places his elbows upon the table, where he shields his drink from Rhodrick by turning his shoulder.
Foucat shrugs, almost too non-chalantly. "I might know someone. Give me your name and what ship you served upon."
Foucat shrugs, almost too non-chalantly. "I might know someone. Give me your name and what ship you served upon."
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Sep 21, 2016 7:39 am
The old man at the bar seems jarred out of his contemplation by the presence of Parallel Greenbottle. He looks over his shoulder, sees nothing, then turns his gaze downward to the halfling. The nobleman's blank expression takes in the small individual standing by his side, and he remains that way as though waiting.
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Sep 23, 2016 8:45 pm
"Pardon me, sir, but I couldn't help but notice that you seem out of sorts. May I buy you a drink and perhaps lend you an ear? I'm new to the area and could do with some company, myself. "
Sep 23, 2016 9:00 pm
The old nobleman appears to consider the offer, but gives a slight shake of his head. "That's kind of you," he says, lips curling into a gentle smile at the corners, "but I am fine by myself. I wouldn't be much company for you, anyway. Appreciate the gesture, though, and I wish you well." With that, he returns to his cup.
Sep 24, 2016 2:51 am
"A good day to you then, sir."
Taking a stroll about the place on his way back to his corner, he repeats over and over in his mind "Lieutenant Colonel Malfael Robalar, 53rd Oduxron Battalion," while visualizing the flowing script of the signature.
He spots another patron sitting alone, and recognizes the subtle mechanics of one casing the joint, noting the nobles and other marks. Whoever he is, he's experienced, and Parallel is sure no one else has caught on. Parallel finds a place to stand casually and waits until he catches the eye of his fellow street hustler, so he can make safe contact before approaching.
Taking a stroll about the place on his way back to his corner, he repeats over and over in his mind "Lieutenant Colonel Malfael Robalar, 53rd Oduxron Battalion," while visualizing the flowing script of the signature.
He spots another patron sitting alone, and recognizes the subtle mechanics of one casing the joint, noting the nobles and other marks. Whoever he is, he's experienced, and Parallel is sure no one else has caught on. Parallel finds a place to stand casually and waits until he catches the eye of his fellow street hustler, so he can make safe contact before approaching.
OOC:
HavenSep 24, 2016 3:13 am
"Vutha Ternesj." Rhodrick drapes an arm casually across the back of Cedrick's chair. "I last served three seasons on the Wyrm's Tongue, a wide bellied cargo junk out of Gynli."
OOC:
While not exactly a lie, Rhod chooses to use a rough Draconic translation of his surname.Sep 24, 2016 8:24 am
Foucat nods. "Vutha, of the Wyrm's Tongue," he repeats. "I'll pass along your name, then. If someone's interested, they would find you here?"
Cedrick scowls, but says nothing. Eleanor's eyes flit between Foucat and Rhodrick, intensely listening to their conversation as though committing every single syllable to memory.
Cedrick scowls, but says nothing. Eleanor's eyes flit between Foucat and Rhodrick, intensely listening to their conversation as though committing every single syllable to memory.
Sep 24, 2016 3:29 pm
"Nah, only here for the grog, mate! You can try one of the bunkhouses o'er by the docks. I thankee and wish ya better luck with rousing this stubborn one." Rhod places a hand on Cedrick's shoulder to help leverage himself up and makes the beginnings of a ridiculous bow, but stumbles halfway through. He manages to catch himself on his stool, which he then hooks in one hand as he sways back to the hearth.
Once there, Rhodrick throws back his cup of water in one gulp and grimaces while wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He turns to retake his former position and collides with a dark haired halfling that somehow escaped his notice.
Ahoy, there, me wee mate! Pardon the jostle. Say, why are ya eyeballin' that table over there?"
Once there, Rhodrick throws back his cup of water in one gulp and grimaces while wiping his chin with the back of his hand. He turns to retake his former position and collides with a dark haired halfling that somehow escaped his notice.
Ahoy, there, me wee mate! Pardon the jostle. Say, why are ya eyeballin' that table over there?"
OOC:
Sorry, Parallel!
Sep 26, 2016 1:24 pm
Sajib watches the interactions with more than a little interest. More than a little curious as to what will happen when such an array of humanity, or halfmanity as it were are thrown in together. In a blaze of forced courage, he collects himself and goes over to the table with the more interesting patrons. Boldly, he sticks his chest out and follows it with his hand Hi guys, I'm Sajib.
Sep 26, 2016 4:40 pm
From behind his mask Naozar watches the other patrons with mild interest. There appears to be a concentrated amount of activity at a certain table occupied by several well-dressed nobles, a noisy sailor, and two ne'er-do-wells. Naozar watches but does not stir from his place.
Sep 26, 2016 8:09 pm
Parallel's gaze toward Haven is broken when the big sailor slams into him. Embarrassed that he didn't see it coming so he could deftly avoid the bump, he reacts in his traditional manner, feigning anger and stealing his money pouch.
"Watch were you're going, you big drunken oaf!"
Noting that there is zero smell of alcohol on the sailor, he wonders if there may be more here than meets the eye...
"Watch were you're going, you big drunken oaf!"
Noting that there is zero smell of alcohol on the sailor, he wonders if there may be more here than meets the eye...
Rolls
Sleight of hand - (1d20+6)
(11) + 6 = 17
Sep 27, 2016 12:35 am
Rhodrick pats himself down casually and gives Parallel a sly grin.
Rolls
Perception - (1d20+5)
(11) + 5 = 16
Sep 27, 2016 3:16 pm
Rhodrick does not notice the halfling's nimble fingers slipping the coin purse into the folds of his clothing.
The rest of the evening passes without much incident. Several tables enjoy themselves while others tolerate the noise as pleasant ambiance. Rhiann announces last call and Morena sees to orders from both the bar and the kitchen, from which wafts the enticing aroma of spiced and seasoned seafood. After another 30 minutes, the orc starts ushering those remaining out the door, though a glance from the innkeeper seems more than enough to get people moving.
Once the tavern is cleared, save for yourself and a few other individuals, Rhiann speaks to the orc and hands him a pouch. The orc smiles and gives a casual salute before he takes his leave and departs. The braziers outside are extinguished somewhat instantly before Rhiann closes, locks, and bars the front door.
The rest of the evening passes without much incident. Several tables enjoy themselves while others tolerate the noise as pleasant ambiance. Rhiann announces last call and Morena sees to orders from both the bar and the kitchen, from which wafts the enticing aroma of spiced and seasoned seafood. After another 30 minutes, the orc starts ushering those remaining out the door, though a glance from the innkeeper seems more than enough to get people moving.
Once the tavern is cleared, save for yourself and a few other individuals, Rhiann speaks to the orc and hands him a pouch. The orc smiles and gives a casual salute before he takes his leave and departs. The braziers outside are extinguished somewhat instantly before Rhiann closes, locks, and bars the front door.
Rolls
Secret Roll
Sep 28, 2016 1:59 am
Haesh Rowen begins to loosen up as he notices most of the patrons leaving the bar. He stands up, rolling his shoulders and stretching his back. "I feel like I have been sitting there for weeks." he comments to himself. He steps over to the bar while eyeing the rest of the patrons. He takes his empty plate and hands it to Rhiann. He eyes her and asks, "The rooms secure here or what?"
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