Whisper's nose twitches he leans his shoulders back stretching some. She's testing you . . . some how. "Tis said satisfaction brought him back." He shrugs for us I guess it will be the coin. "I think I caught something about 70 up front maybe 75. . . no." He looks about to the others. "Are we expected catch the rats tonight?"
She says "50 gold, and the 'rats' tomorrow"
Krutt strode down the street wishing he had learned how to tell time. If he hadn’t slept through his last fight, he might not have to seek out this tiefling searching for adventurers. But he was good at hitting things and even better at getting hit, so maybe he could earn a bit of coin to tide him over until he could find some paying fights. He didn’t want to drop back down alley brawls again, but he’d been kicked out of the decent rings for being so unreliable.
After all, how much harder could it be adventuring compared to getting punched in the head for money? He’d seen these “adventuring” types before, and half of them looked like a stiff wind would knock ‘em over. Sure, they’d have magic or something, but Krutt never trusted that.
Worst case, this wouldn’t pan out and he’d skip town with his last few coins and work his way up the fight clubs in another city. He wasn’t sure how many towns he had passed through since he went on the run when “they” took over, and trashed his sleepy village and ran him off the Watch. He wasn’t even sure what community this was, so he’d have no problem leaving it.
Well, worst case he could wind up as dragon crap or something. But he could live with that. He chuckled to himself at the unintended pun and kept moving. Always moving, getting away from his past, from them.
He’d keep runnng until he was in the grave. Too bad his legs were getting tired.
With that he entered the tavern and could easily spot the motley group even before he saw the tiefling. Being a half orc, he was rather large, although maybe more broad for his race than tall. His clothes were clearly worn often. Not the tattered rags of a pauper, but clearly someone who didn’t much bother with appearances, or bathing often. He spit on his hand and slicked back his black hair, with a few small grey streaks showing through. His hands were wrapped like a boxer’s, although from the color, obviously not wrapped recently.
Approaching the table, he hears some of the offer. He spins a chair around backwards and sits, resting his arms on the chair back. ”I wasn’t late, was I? Krutt is my name, but you might’ve heard of me by my fightin’ name - Coaltongue. So you need us to do some.. Uh... cleaning out then of “rats”? Sounds good to me.”
She says "one last member, will I think that makes a party" and she gives each of you 50 gold, and whispers the box saying "don't drop it, not everything always lands on its feet"
Whispers chuckles, "I half expected a contract. What's a soul trade for anyway."
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"Depends on how many of your nine lives' souls you wanna trade away. But a contract, that may be a good idea in the future..."
she slaps whispers on the butt with her tail and walks upstairs
Whispers looks at the others gathered. "We are likely to see action together tomorrow. Perhaps we should get to know each other and have some clue of our respective capabilities before we are faced with trouble."
"I'm a delightful and provocative young woman. If you're afraid of trouble, then I'll take that as a complement." she winks at the Tabaxi.
She gives that a moment to see how people react before continuing "I'm a gunslinger by trade. I may not be the absolute fastest gunslinger in existence, but I can certainly hold my own. If we have to do up close and quiet work, I have my sticker for that." say says as she pats the blade on her hip. "I'm also a fair hand at cards."
Rrath looks over at Krutt, makes eye contact, an grunts. He then speaks up just after Morgana.
I let my axe do the talkin', and my strength knows few equals.
"Chaq of House Caex, Priest of Bahamut. I press to the forefront of combat and after can heal the wounds of my allies." Chaq holds himself as if this explains everything relevant.
Whiskers you don't see anything out of the ordinary
Sy glares at the drow as he introduces himself.
"I am Sylberos, but please call me Sy. I am a warrior trained in the use of bow and blade, but it is my bow that I have the most skill with."
Not being a huge fan of enchantment magic Chaq gives Nilelane a sidelong look, he seems far less concerned about the filling their veins with ice part.
Krutt mimes tipping a hat to Rrath, then addresses the rest, ”I’m Krutt. Used to be part of the Watch, a detective in fact, but that turned sour a while ago and quite a ways away. Now, well, I make a living getting punched a lot and punching back a bit.”
So that is everyone i think correct?
so anything you all want to do before we go? shopping or anything
Whispers rolls his shoulders when Morgana winks at him. At least her comments aren't about me being a cat. I already set the tone with my previous flirting. It would be rude not to answer in kind. Right? "Provocative obviously, the blind would know your trouble. We have drinks and time to know if its delightful. Everyone calls me Whispers. Do you have a name gunslinger or should I still with 'Trouble'."
Whispers nods at Rath's statement its a mannerism that is firm and clear unlike gestures he has made otherwise but there is familiar sentiment to it an unspoken acknowledgement that a warrior spoke and was heard.
His eyes move to the dragonborn when Chaq speaks. Someone who can keep the drow honest thank the gods. "Good to meet you Chaq."
Speaking of keeping the drow honest. Whispers tail twitches with some sort of amusement. "Come Sy we are all friends here." he moves his still somewhat playful gaze to the drow. "Till we're not."
Whispers listens to the drow. If stories of the drow are true that's not bravado. "You've your work cut out for you. Exandia's full of weak minded fools. What can we call you?"
Whispers winces at the all too familiar story when Krutt speaks. "Former guard huh." He cut off and moves to a different subject. Though Krutt will notice the mark on his armor where his rank insignia used to be and the overall look of his gear is guard issue. Likely a scout or one who did work on steak outs.
"Your a fighter then."
Whispers takes a sip from his drink lost with words for a moment. "I . . .I have worked as a scout often enough. I am quiet and generally unseen when I need to be. I have a rapier if things get complicated. I can get us in or around locked doors." His forearms tense against the table and he absently rubs a spot on his arm below his shoulder where there was once a patch. I did my job and just like that when I run down my relevant skills. My resume reads like that of a burglar.
"My name is Morgana." she says with a flourishing bow towards Whispers.
"A scout and a... locksmith. A very interesting combination for a man who everyone calls 'Whispers'. There is wisdom of being forewarned in the threats before us, as long as the information is interpreted with foresight and wisdom. If things get complicated your skill with your rapier need not be overly potent." Raising his voice the Dragonborn declares to the tavern "If villains raise their head I Chaq will crush them. They shall fall like so many before them beneath fire and righteous might." The Dragonborn might have an impressive build but he appears to have an ego to match.
Turning back to Whispers and the group "As long as you get aren't entirely dead at the end of any fight I should be able to get you up on your feet again. The initial pain is still unpleasant so the cunning will bring thick armour and a strong shield arm."
K anyone have anything they wanna buy? Potions? Weapons? Armor? oh and BTW all the lowest armor in my game is SL so anyone with leather switch it with studded
Whispers nods at Chaq. "I think we will work together well. My name . . . well everyone calls me Whispers." He looks away whistfully a touch of sadness. "Its been so since I was a child. Even my parents shortened my given name as such. Your people have houses. Chaq of House Caex. My people have clans. The names of the clan come from features of the Land. I am from the Rumbling Waters Clan. On the night of my birth the old woman who prays during our clan's births said the waters rumbled like a quiet bear. These are omens. Thus I was named Whispering Bear. Scoff not at the traditions of the Tabaxi the old girl was on her game that night."
50 GP per potion
Not that your able to find at short notice
Nothing with that roll
So you guys walk to the community the next day, and are stopped by the gaurds State your buisness
"We have a delivery. Show him the thing!"
Whispers looks to the group for the person with the package motioning them forward. "We are here to clear out the rats."
He says "oh in that case" and he pulls out a map of the community and gives it to Morgana pointing out a spot and says "can't miss it, best of luck"
And whispers you have the box
She says "he provided me a package to get you in the community, then tell the gates your there to 'clear the rats from the basement' and they will take you there"
No the box was to get you through the community
"Thanks. Stay safe."
Whispers looks to Morgana. "Which way we heading."
The gaurd says I would say the same to you but it is kind of the opposite of what you are going for and he hands Chaq a bundle saying You may need these
Whispers takes the bundle and looks through it. "Thank you."
There are 3 2d4 potions of healing, and a 1st lvl scroll of y'all's choice
Whispers passes out the items. "I think I'd like one of those if things get messy, the potions I mean." He looks at Chaq and Nileane, "I don't know the magics."
I'll likely need one of those potions afore long.
Rrath takes one of the potions.
ok, so that's one more potion left, and ya sorry was writing in a hurry
Morgana just chuckles and says "If you wanted to see the map, all you had to do was ask." she then kisses Nilelane on the cheek, steps back, and offers her the map.
"I will forgo any claim to these potions. I am more than capable of healing all but the most severe combat injuries. I wish to discern the nature of these rats. Tell me, are we far off. If the quest is of worth I would be eager to test my mettle in the forge of battle." He pointedly ignores Morgana's... frivolities.
So it takes you guys about 15 minutes to make your way through the community, and you find the house, and are greeted at the door by a man dressed in butler garb and says "how may i help you?"