The woman in the corner sends the gnome back. She says she says come see her at lunch time tomorrow.. The gnome leaves a paper with an addresss across town.
The gnome stands expectantly
Alex downs a glass of whisky and then begins to cough. "Good stuff." She says between coughs.
She chews the candy and after a second her face twists...she recovers and swallows. Then she collects the coin and tries to smile as she collects the coins and leaves
Come on now. Don't spoil my fun. Anyhow what's cracking?
"So the woman wants to meet tomorrow? Perhaps, she has work fer us." He pours another round of whiskey. With a flick of his wrist, the fiery liquid splashes down his throat. His hands appear to be a bit steadier, "Bless Cayden Cailean and his craft. You know he's one of Iomedae's favorites." The dwarf imparts a bit of religion upon the group.
A drunken lout across the bar hears Nic and shouts TO CALLDYEN!
Slurring mightily. The bar takes up the cry and someone orders ales for the room!
Alex downs a glass of whisky and then begins to cough. "Good stuff." She says between coughs.
"It is definitely an acquired taste" - Reknar smiles at Alex - "All good?"
"So the woman wants to meet tomorrow? Perhaps, she has work fer us." He pours another round of whiskey. With a flick of his wrist, the fiery liquid splashes down his throat. His hands appear to be a bit steadier, "Bless Cayden Cailean and his craft. You know he's one of Iomedae's favorites." The dwarf imparts a bit of religion upon the group.
Reknar joins in, and takes down another shot of whisky, then reverting to beer - "Did not know that Nic. How come?"
Downing another round, Galen figures the whiskey must be working on him more than he thought as a voice speaks to him again. Playing along this time, he says out loud: "Nothing doing, pal. Just celebratin' a job well done. You got a name? Want a drink, eh?"
"Galen, you talking to yourself man?" - he chuckles.
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Alex raises an eyebrow at Galen.
"Whatcha flapp'n about ov'r there?" the dwarf comments and then drains another whiskey.
He answers the bard's question. "Well, Reknar, you see Cailean's a good fella, he stands up fer good causes. He opposes tyranny and oppression on principle...now those are causes that are good. Iomedae supports good causes. You should consider putt'n that in song."
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Galen's ire rises, helped along by a good amount of the fire-water. "You wound me, sir! A knight's honor is paramount! I take offense to your words. My purpose is to serve others, the poor, the meek, my lord or lady. To lay down my life in such service should the need arise. Now speak your name, or cease prattling about things that you no nothing about!"
He slams his mailed fist on the table to emphasize his point, making all the drinks jump and getting the attention of those around.
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Everyone sees Galen speaking to the skull in the jar...no one has heard anything.
The crowd in the meantime has taken up a chant of CALLYEN! CALLYEN!
The details don't seem to matter to the drunks.
He answers the bard's question. "Well, Reknar, you see Cailean's a good fella, he stands up fer good causes. He opposes tyranny and oppression on principle...now those are causes that are good. Iomedae supports good causes. You should consider putt'n that in song."
"Song?" - Reknar puzzles - "Not sure what you're going about, but I'm not much for singing" - he chuckles, taking another drink from his beer - "Seems like a veritable champion, that Cailean of yours" - he nods - "Seems it has worked out for him. don't think it does in most cases though..."
"You wound me, sir! A knight's honor is paramount! I take offense to your words. My purpose is to serve others, the poor, the meek, my lord or lady. To lay down my life in such service should the need arise. Now speak your name, or cease prattling about things that you no nothing about!"
He slams his mailed fist on the table to emphasize his point, making all the drinks jump and getting the attention of those around.
"Galen, what the HELL is going on man?!" - Reknar roars, catching his mug just as he was about to put it down on the table.
He answers the bard's question. "Well, Reknar, you see Cailean's a good fella, he stands up fer good causes. He opposes tyranny and oppression on principle...now those are causes that are good. Iomedae supports good causes. You should consider putt'n that in song.""Song?" - Reknar puzzles - "Not sure what you're going about, but I'm not much for singing" - he chuckles, taking another drink from his beer - "Seems like a veritable champion, that Cailean of yours" - he nods - "Seems it has worked out for him. don't think it does in most cases though..."
Nic's face scrunches up in a confused manner. "Huh? You don't sing? Hmmm...thought that's what you song writer's do....write, sing, and tell guud tales." The mailed fist interrupts the cleric.
He looks at the knight staring the skull down. "Sir Galen jus' serve 'im a drink." He chuckles and leans over towards Reknar, "He clearly can't hold his whiskey."
the dwarf joins the bar crowd and eggs them along,
Nic's face scrunches up in a confused manner. "Huh? You don't sing? Hmmm...thought that's what you song writer's do....write, sing, and tell guud tales." The mailed fist interrupts the cleric.
"Song writer..? What the heck gave you the idea I am a song writer?" - Reknar puzzles even further at Nic's words, as the slammed fist comes in.
He looks at the knight staring the skull down. "Sir Galen jus' serve 'im a drink." He chuckles and leans over towards Reknar, "He clearly can't hold his whiskey."
Reknar laughs at the roar in the tavern - "Might be he is not the only one" - then takes another drink from his beer.
A few people start to take up the Cayden chant, this makes the Callyen chants even louder.
Wanna egg it on further or let it go?
The dwarf stands up and belches out loud, "Bless the drunks." He then starts to sing in a hoarse cracked voice, "If I only had another drink....I'd be a 'appy. We drink, we drink, and we're merry."
The dwarf croaks.
Make me a CHA check Nic
Make me a CHA check Nic
Nic does notice a dwarf off in the corner of the bar. Is that a wink?
Nic being a sly dog blinks back at the dwarf. Unfortunately, its with both eyes simultaneously and it looks like he's suffering from an axe to his forehead as his face scrunches up. He then slaps Galen on his back and walks towards the dwarf.
Nic arrives and sets down. The dwarf slides a tankard over
As the religious fervor takes over, Reknar gets up and motions to leave.
"That thing," Galen says, pointing his mug at the skull-jar. "It keeps talking to me. I don't think i like it too much." He's unsure if anyone can hear him over the raucous noise of the crowd, but as he downs another good bit of whiskey, he's not sure he cares.
The half-orc stares at the knight for a few seconds - "Ok then" - he adds, then turns to Nic just before he leaves the table - "Nic, mind if I hold on to the 'head in a jar'?"
Reknar stuffs the jar in the backpack.
The room gets rowdier and rowdier, and people get drunker and drunker. Eventually a man gets up and starts proclaiming the works of Callyen, some people start listening and shouting out afirmations.
After working the crowd a bit longer and partaking in a few more whiskeys, Nic will make his way to his room. He smiles, Everyone needs a bit of gospel. He waves to the room of drunks as he leaves.
Reknar moves away from the rowdy place, and decides to take a small tour of the surrounding area, trying to get a feeling for the place, before getting back to the tavern, and hitting the sack.
Land locked town. There is a decently sized lake nearby. I would call it a very large town, not quite a small city. Mostly working class folks. Kind of like Sandpoint in size if you are familiar with that. The town is a good midpoint between lots of places so the main business is trade.
The next day you all arrive at an office for Delilah's Imports. You all gather outside.
Chance for rp if desired
Reknar feels fresh and recovered after a good night's rest - Stopped drinking just at the right time... - he pondered to himself, looking around at the team - "How is everyone?" - he chuckles - "Last night got kinda... Messy, huh?"
You could put it that way, Alex says. Would it be expected of Alex to have bought her own room? I've never played a female character so I'm not sure how this works.
The dwarf wakes up form a hard night's sleep. "'aven't been in soft bed in a while." He twists and his back cracks. He pulls out a cigar stub and shoves it into between his teeth. Clapping his hands loudly, "Ready fer some ham, bacon, eggs, and mornin' pick me up."
"Th't was fun last night, guud group in the tavern. Real religious, kept to their prayers."
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Galen holds his aching head, the result of too much drink from the day before. He still isn't quite sure if dreamt the skull-voice of if it really happened. Either way, he tries to stay away from the bright light of the morning, and the noise of the group as they get ready to meet the merchant lady who invited them earlier.
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While he flopped into his rented bed alone, the fact he had made a fool of himself with any ladies the night before and overabundance of libations, the young merchant awoke refreshed, chipper, and far to awake and excitible in the morning no doubt aided by dreams of candies dancing about in his head.
"Messy? Nah felt like a standard night. Maybe a bit rowdier than normal thanks to the religious uh..nature of the congregation. ANy bets what that merchant lady wants? I hope its more of a reward, instead of a plain ol' cart i would love to get an actual mobile kitchen to make my confections"
"Didn't even know that existed Thorin" - Reknar chuckled - "As for the task, I am hoping she heard we did well, and will want to hire us for a job" - he shrugs - "Shall we go in?"
Everyone enters, and they are greeted, and led to a sitting room, where tea is being served by a manservant.
The woman who purchased your drinks last night enters after a few
Thank you all for coming. I just wanted to personally thank you for finding my missing cargo. It would have put me in great danger of having to close up shop.
"Thanks fer the whiskey," he sniffs the tea and wrinkles his nose before putting it down undrunk. "That," he smiles briefly, was a guud drink." He twists a few more times cracking his back. "Dang bed was too soft."
"Well met. I am Reknar, You are Delilah, yes?" - the half-orc nods - "I make mine the words of my companions - glad to have been of assistance and yeah, thank you for the drinks yesterday" - he smiles.
"So, we do appreciate the drink but we really need to look fer a bit more work." He pauses. "You know anyone who needs some investigat'n?" He cuts to the chase.