Kick in the Door

Game Master BloodWolven

Make it so in the Dragon's Draught!

Dragon's Draught, an inn of ill repute, though illusions cover the walls and several animated sculptures of dragons are moving. All of the surfaces in this inn are covered in draconic motifs, draconic murals, tapestries with dragon portraits, and many more. Even the floor has an animated scene of draconic pictographs moving. The main room is filled with elegant curving chairs and tables. As you enter the inn you can see a large staircase on the left leading up to the second story, to the right is a large hearth which appears to be the mouth of a massive dragon, straight ahead is the bar. There are two doors leading from each wall.

All of the attendants of the inn are fairly beautiful females, unless stated otherwise. A catfolk and two elves serve the patrons on the main floor. A half-orc and human tend the bar. They all wear simple robes of silk or linen, which are quite revealing, the catfolk’s clothes reveal a corset under the crimson robe.

There appears to be a dozen women up on the banisters on the second floor, flaunting their wares. No other patrons appear to be at the inn.

When Ardamir stepped into the tavern, he nonchalantly scanned from corner to corner, taking in what he could see. Paying no special attention to the women upstairs, he ignored the stares of the other patrons and tried to take account of all the weapons he could see. "I do not like the feeling this place brings," Ardamir whispered to himself.

Not wanting to bring any more undue attnetion to himself, he walked casually to the right, past the hearth, to a corner table within earshot of some of the patrons. He accepted what was offered to him, a pint of ale, but simply sipped it. It wasn't that he didn't like a good couple of pints, that wasn't his mission today. Justice was his calling.

Once settled, he briefly closed his eyes and opened his mind, searching through the tavern with his senses to root out any evils that might be lying in wait. Cast Detect Evil

A stout, lightly (and very strangely!) clothed Dwarf carrying a staff that is clearly too large for him shoulders his way through the door of the Dragon's Draught, his green eyes scanning the area. Reaching up, he removes his ornate bone mask, his rough and scarred face looking grumpy but calm. The scarred man gives the area another once-over, before he walks into the building proper, his staff making loud noises as it taps along the floor. He says nothing, but his eyes take in every detail of the inn, from the architecture to the women.

He sidles up to the bar, setting his staff against the counter, and climbs into one of the barstools. He slaps a silver coin down onto the countertop, and in a gravelly voice, says, "Grog. Or ale. Don' care much."

Xoruk Ironmaw, a stout-looking Dwarven man covered in horrific scars, lifts the mug of alcohol placed in front of him and takes a deep draught, smiling a bit as the booze burns its way down his throat. He sighs almost happily as he sets the mug down on the counter top again, leaning backwards on his stool.

Well first off, there does not appear to be any patrons, just the clientele.

Elf 2, Rithalia saunters over to Ardamir then asks,"What you want to drink... an ale... by the way, I am Rithalia... I will get you that drink". She notices that you are preoccupied.

When she returns with your drink she smiles, but doesn't say anything.

One of the draconic effigies in the room was living, though it was hard to tell. It was not much larger than a housecat and blended in to the scenery with impressive skill. It lounged, curled around a beam, looking down at the patrons occasionally giving long reptilian blink.

Stealth (perception check to notice Ruby): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (15) + 19 = 34

The half-orc obliges Xoruk, "Grog for you dear, I like you scarred ones... typically really rough... the names Crush, likely what I'd do to you." Once you are done with that one she slams down another one in front of you, while drinking one herself.

Xoruk gives the Half-orc woman a level stare. "Soreh lass, I'm 'ere on bu'iness," he states, though he does eye her up and down. He lifts the mug and takes another long swig of the ale, nodding to the woman in thanks. "'sides," he begins, smirking, "I'm tougher 'an ya know."

"That's business and pleasure, darling but possibly later after all the for... pleasen... hiring is done". She eyes him well up and down, "If that be true, then so far I be your only chance." She takes a long swig and smiles pleasantly, showing more of her lower lip tusks.

showing some tusk...that's pretty sexy...

Ardamir shudders as an unwelcome mental picture of the potential outcome of the exchange happening at the bar between the half-orc and the dwarf develops in his mind. Still he keeps his eye's peeled due to the evil presence he feels all around him.

Well Hemmings since you are here, go ahead and join in, the listing is still intended but I feel that who ever can post next go right ahead, I would like to see more PC interactions. The more that get in the better! Flood the gates, invade, invade, invade! Ther' be wenches in thar'!

A larger table off to one side was empty, a simple triangular stand reading "Reserved" in a half-dozen languages sitting in the middle of it.

A piece of paper was pinned beneath it, a notice that some in the bar had seen a few places around town already.

It was a reward poster asking for brave and skilled adventurers willing to sub-contract to the Pathfinder Society. The meeting was here, soon.

sorry was in meetings

Vuvu walks, tentatively through the door. He keeps his head down as he trudges to a table and collapses.

I hope I never have to walk that far again...

When a waitress appears he orders a wine and sips it slowly, very slowly.

Bug ambles into †he small town. He had been avoiding habitation, but he wanted a few things that he could not scrounge easily in the wilds, so he figured what harm could it be to try one town. It wasn't Nidal anymore.

Seeing an large inn sitting in the hamlet, he headed for that. Might as well get used to using civilization if I'm going to be traveling in it he thinks to himself as he enters the Inn.

Stepping into the inn and seeing the rather motley cast of characters, he thinks to himself Odd variety for such a small place, but then maybe I just know know civilization.

Seeing someone dressed almost as out of place as himself at the bar he walks over and orders "Umm, give me something to drink. Uhh, how about what this fellow is having?"

Then turning to the dwarf he says "What are you drinking anyway?"

There's a strange aura coming from this place.

As Lecloront enters the bar, he notices the reward poster on the other side of the table.

Hmm, could it be the one I was looking for? If only Wargz is here..

He pulled a stool at the end of the bar, opposite to the table and asks, "Can I get a tall glass of water please?"

Wargz was his spirit and that would be the name of his would be cat companion, if ever I would reach level 4 lol.

Reward posters! What is going on here!

Vuvu tries to ignore the posters, and the people. He tries to think about finding the mushroom. But if these others are planning to go searching for a villain they could get hurt.

He gets up and sits at the table as far away from the others as he can.

Elf 1, saunters over to the bar pulling out a two foot tall glass, she pours water to about 3/4 full.

Anyone need to pee, for it is a long pour

She then saunters around to give Lecloront his drink. She sits beside,"What's your name, cutie?... by the way, my name is Tali..." She flutters her eyes at you, leaning over showing her ample cleavage.

The half-orc obliges Bug Eater, "Grog for you dear, aren't you another interesting one, hmmmmmmmmm..." as she looks you up and down.

An elf with an ample bosom? What kind of bizarro world is this?

"Finally I found this place" Hemmings thought to himself as entered the large inn. "Not exactly what I expected..." He had seen the posters about a meeting for ready cash in exchange for service to something called the Pathfinder Society and was intrigued more by his rapidly emptying purse than any sense of adventure.

He had also seen the Thieves' Mark's indicating this was a place where one could make a quick score when the patrons where otherwise engaged in drinking, carousing, or...other pursuits.

He entered slowly and without drawing attention found a dark corner to sit in, as far out of the garish light designs as possible. He was disappointed about the small, strange looking clientele.

He quickly scanned the joint looking for those with more coin than sense. "Maybe there would be a few coppers in it after all" he thought.

Perception roll to see who is carrying anything of value ---> 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26.

Seeing several more colorful character walk into the bar, he watched them all glance at the table with the reserved sign. Nonchalantly he gets up out of his seat to take a look at the poster at the table.

Reward, Ardamir thought to himself. Though service to his god was more than enough to sustain his soul, sometimes it did not sustain his belly. There was always an occasion to mix business, with, well, business. He would keep an eye over here.

Xoruk turns to the Shoanti man who sits next to him, fire filling his eyes as he gets a good look at the man. "Wha's i' matter t' you, Shoanti?" he bites out, chugging the rest of his brew and slamming the mug on the table.

Down from the rafters a bright red dragon the size of a housecat lazily winged down to land on the empty table causing more than one patron to duck in surprise or spill their drinks.

The tiny dragon touched down gracefully, turned, and sat directly on top of the reward poster, sitting high and looking around at those who had begun to gather.

Bug gets kind of an odd feeling from the evaluation of the Half Orc woman, and stammers a reply "Buh, Uh, Yeah, thanks"

Seeing the antagonistic reply from the Dwarf.
"Uhh, nothing is the matter. Just talking. Umm, I'll get you a drink since I seem to have offended you somehow. I didn't know dwarves had a beef with my people. I know our Sun clan never had any feuds with any dwarf clans. ".

I love the role playing, but honesty Xoruk should be swinging now.

Ok iI accept your choice, just a thought, I am tired and a bit passionate, he he he, anyone else going to sit down at the table?

Xoruk pointendly ignores the human, turning towards the tiny dragon who had landed on the table but moments before.

Xoruk is most certainly NOT going to pick a fight with Bug Eater just because he's a Shoanti, but he is going to be a bit rude until Bug earns his trust.

Measuring the marks inside The Dragon, Hemmings saw the aristocratic nobleman with a greatsword, a pair of barely washed wildlings glaring at each other across the bar, an elven outdoors type with bow, and a scrawny unkempt fellow.

Is the elven man in the silk robe a customer or an employee? What is he doing

While deftly keeping an eye behind him and on the door, Hemmings begins to approach the bookish fellow when he his startled by the sudden appearance of a tiny red dragon creature alighting on a pre-prepared table. Drawing is gaze that way, he stops to take note of the poster similar to ones he'd seen earlier.

"My number one rule --never volunteer for anything" he thought to himself. "but perhaps there's a line here on some ready cash". He decided to keep an eye and ear on what transpired at this table as the evening progessed.

He continued to approach the scrawny human man offering his most winning smile and say Well met, mate. Buy you a drink then? You look like you could use one. What brings you to a place such as this? Looking for a bit of the fairer trade? I appreciate a stubbier leg and bit more hair on the feet, if you take my meaning .

Bit more wine for my mate here lass, if you please. And a stout for meself while you're at it. There's a good girl

Oh sorry I have not introduced the Elven man yet, but as you think of him he begins to come down the stairs.

In a calm collected voice the male elf declares at the base of the stairs."Greetings all, to my Dragon's Draught, I am Kirren! Yes, yes, you can get practically anything here, though what I feel is that you search for something I cannot provide, 'The True Reward'".

He raises his hands from his black and orange checkered kimono/full length silk robe, but instead of hands their looks to be claws. A chain appears to be a belt holding the robe in place. His hair is short and coppery, falling in tight curls, his deep emerald colored eyes are penetrating, practically putting you in your place, definitely not at ease.

"Your host will be here soon enough, but if you have any questions, I may be of service until he gets down from the rooms."

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Xoruk's attention moves from the tiny flying lizard on the table to the elf who has just descended the stairs. The heavily-scarred Dwarf carefully examines the man, a sour look on his face.

Elf 2, Rithalia saunters over to Hemmings and Vuvu then asks,"Another glass of wine and a stout of mead... by the way, I am Rithalia...welcome to the Dragon's Draught. Is there anything else you would like?"

Kirren, the male elf, waves his 'hand' inbetween Xoruk and himself. "Ah, orc witch, greetings and salutations." He bows low. "You are marked for greatness and you shall meet your goals, but will have to pass many trials... one or two here will guide or help you on your path."

Xoruk raises an eyebrow, his glare calming a bit. He reaches over and wraps a hand around the staff that belonged to his old mentor, before saying, "We'll see 'bout that."

Perception directed toward elf stranger 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Hemmings is busy casing the fellow in the corner and glances up at the stranger coming down the stairs, but doesn't pay him particular mind until he mentions "True Reward" at that he gazes over but keeps one eye roving on the unkempt fellow trying to spy his purse

Perception looking at Vuvu's goods 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

To Rithalia: "My friend here could likely do with some companionship looks like he's had quite the day. Do you have a spare moment to take his mind from his troubles? I realize he's not much to look at, but he's a stellar conversationalist."

He shoots her a knowing wink and makes the standard Thieves' introduction signal and watches for her response (if any). "The way I figure it" he thinks, let the scenery work to your advanatage. If's she's a grifter, mebbe we split the score .

Ok, the dwarf thinks he's an Orc. That's pretty messed up.

Edging away from the bar since the company is well short of convivial there, he looks around the room. Spying the notice at the table he moves in that direction. As long as I'm here, I might as well see what that is. I could use some coin anyway. Hmm, wonder what that Pathfinder society is?

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

Ardamir's whole body tenses at the appearance of the Red Dragon. When it simply settled on the table in front of him, he calmed a bit, but did not let his guard down.

When the elf revealed himself, talking about the true prize, Ardamir was intruiged indeed. 'The True Reward', what could that possibly be? He had no questions, but simply waited to hear what would be said. He takes a seat at the table.

Not much to see on Vuvu, unless you are going THROUGH my bag. Hanging on the outside of it are some torches, possibly and possibly an acid flask. Also has a pouch of coins.
Perception on the elf 1d1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Sense Motive vs the Soon to be Thieving Halfling1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 I will assume that will pick up on his intention

Rithalia smiles knowingly, she nods and shows the thieves introduction sign as well. "Though my little friend, all our services are on hold until the business at hand is concluded, which be at the table over there. Companionship can easily be found afterwards with my dear friends above, or if you really are such a stellar conversationalist, we could see how entertaining you are..."

To Vuvu: "Friend, I think you may have the wrong of it. I have no ill intentions to you. Just a friendly guy attempting to make your acquaintance. Put down that concoction (whatever it is) and enjoy your libation peacefully. I too share an aversion to violence as it gets in the way of more... giving a salacious grin to the elf "maiden" ... enjoyable pursuits. I have no need of healing at present, but may before this night ends if things go right .

He turns on the charm to try to quell this uncomfortable situation
Bluff ---> 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

What do ya make of this elf fellow here with clawed hands and the fluttery little dragon pet there? Some strange business in this place, eh?

Turning to the elf courtesan: If this business must be settled afore my friend and I can enjoy your fair company, then lets get to settlin' it. Who's the bloke in charge there, anyway? .

Not sure if it's needed but Diplomacy check to gather information : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Vuvu doesn't care either way if it is true or not

Thank Irori he stopped

Good. He returns it underneath the table and deactivates it.

Vuvu sips and watches for the dragon to come close if so he will wave to it and hope it lands to speak with him.

Hemmings leaves the high-strung potion master to his devices and makes off toward the bar with Rithalia with his arm 'round her waist (not sure he reaches much higher than that anyway).

"Lecloront," as he drinks his glass of water, "You have quite a crew in here."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Hmm, I guess that man is the one that put up the wanted poster.

He stood up, and approached the elf "Are you working for this group call Pathfinder Society?

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

"Are you the master of that flying creature by any chance?

Kirren speaks strongly and clearly, "As I have said before I am the owner of the Dragon's Draught, your host has not come down yet and should be along shortly, and Ruby 'Pointing at the dragon' is his. I have associations with the society though not apart of it."

Rithalia gets the halfling to the bar and puts him on a bar stool. Then hears his whispers.

Perception DC 15 at the bar to hear their whispers.
Perception DC 20 for the rest of you, (Vuvu, DC 23)

Vuvu, you are correct. You did pick up on his intentions, though the crisis is averted you are still going to be wary around the halfling.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Vuvu waives over a waitress. What is the little dragons favorite snack? Bring me one.

vuvu wants to meet it! He misses his friend! Note this is great fun already dm

Perception (DC15): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Xoruk gets off the barstool, using his staff for balance, and heads over to the reserved table. He sits down in one of the seats, and attempts to start a staring contest with the little dragon. I don' know nothin' 'bout 'is 'Pathfinder Society,' but if 'ey'll pay, 'an 'at's more coin t'wards me goal... the Dwarf thinks.

"Lemme see 'at poster, ya oversized gecko," he says curtly, setting his staff against the edge of the table.

The catfolk, goes behind the bar and quickly comes over to Vuvu so no one can see what she has in her hands. She waits until Vuvu puts his hands under her hands. Then she gives the treat to Vuvu.

Ruby should hear and smell, and know that her treat is now in Vuvu's hands. She should head over, once she gets there Vuvu will know what it is...

Sorry guys, I may be on for a little while longer, and perhaps later in the evening but I have a date with my girl.

Who's the bloke in charge there, anyway? .

Not sure if it's needed but Diplomacy check to gather information : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Not sure if I gained anything from that prior discussion with Rithalia or not...

Hemmings continues to chat up the lovely elf girl and pump her for information about the Dragon, this Kirren fellow, who the "Boss" might be, the town, or any other relevant facts, as much as possible.

"If the bar is closed and no pilfering to be done, better find out what's on the menu for this meetin' and exactly who these creepy fellas are what brung us here" Hemmings thought to himself.

Here is another Gather Information roll if needed ---> 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14