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*Sitting at a corner table enjoying a meal of stew and greens with a glass of red wine, sits a rather diminutive half elven woman wearing a greyish green cloak. She has shoulder length flame red hair and emerald green eyes sparkling with mischief.*
*Willow will take a look around the bar
Looks normal to me 8>)
*Tavern door opens, in walks a elven male with long dark golden hair. Sporting some leathers that may have seen a few better days. A dark brownish green cloak drapes over his slender build. Adjusting his eyes to better focus in the dimly lit tavern. He navigates to the bar and has a seat.*
"Bar tender, I'll have a tankard o' ale." "Tell me, whats the latest news of the day my good sir?"
A loud shot from outside the tavern and suddenly the door is slammed open. A young man, perhaps in his late teens or early twenties with pitch black hair strides in, a giant sword strapped across his back.
"Barkeep! 4 glasses of mead, and a Roast Mutton! ;
Arrak strides through the tavern and takes a seat near a woman.
Ovain opens the door to the Rumblebelly without much fanfare, passing a stern gaze around the room before making his way to the bar. He doesn't drink on the job so he orders up a water and a plate of meat, hold the vegetables.
*This job had better be worth what I've been paid* he thinks to himself as he hefts his less than full purse. *Heh, bodies turning up, and they haven't been my doing. Ack, as long as I get paid I don't care who they find floating in the harbor.*
He sighs impatiently waiting for his food and for his contact to arrive. *This thing had better get started, I don't have much patience for these frail, pasty-faced nobles.*
Arrak strides through the tavern and takes a seat near a woman.
Orlpar walks in, looking around the room nodding recognition to some familiar faces. He stands 5'9" has an athletic build and wears a tunic emblazoned with the symbol of Torm over scale mail.
He walks up to the bar and chats with the barkeep "Quite a turn out today! Should be a fun evening" he says with some sarcasm on the last half of the sentence. "It's a day of celebration indeed, I'll have a tankard of ale for my first course my good man." He slides a few coins across the bar and turns around to face the crowd again scanning the faces of the congregation.
To the elf at the bar (Sli): "Here for the celebration this afternoon, friend?"
Turning to face Orlpar, Sli grins and nods
"Aye, that i am friend." "How about you?"
As the tavern gets ready for Duke Abdel Adrian celebration a prominent citizen of Bauldar’s Gate. Today’s celebration is in honor to Returning Day. There is a buzz in the tavern, the minstrels play a local song, that has been made popular. There tavern customers continue to talk about the Gray Harbor one of the largest and busiest harbors in the Realms. It is well known the independent and tolerant attitude of the Gate. Many Sea Captains find their port here at the Gray Harbor. Most visitors to the Gate are amazed at the 70 cranes that in the Harbor, it is so efficient.
“ Hey who thought of the cranes” A new voice in the tavern asks.
As you listen to you can hear the answer.
“ The dock equipment is operated by Baulduraian’s Honorable Company but the Priest of Gond are the ones who actually came up with.’ A dwarven voice explains to the person asking.
“ Hey what about the standing building by itself?” the same question voice asks.
“Ah the Water Queen’s House it’s a Temple to Umberlee” the dwarf answers.
“ Hey where is the Duke giving his speech for Returning Day.’ A halfling voice asks.
“ It will be over at the Water Queen’s House which is 4 blocks away. We will all be going there in about an hour” A dwarf named Bran Stonecup says.
"Me, oh, I grew up here in Baldur's Gate. My parents came down from Silverymoon with my sister before I was born. It's an interesting place full of potential and change." Orlpar takes another gulp of his drink. "What direction are you coming in from? Land or sea?"
Sli takes a swig of his ale and wipes the foam off the scruff of his face.
"I come north by land. I grew up in Nashkel, dirt poor. Planned on heading south to Athkatla but a friendly bard warned me of some vampire troubles in the city, not my cup o' tea, so I figured why not Baldurs Gate? Only been in the Gate for a ten day, but i feel it was the right choice!"
"Interesting. Welcome! I love it here. Sure, we have our share of trouble like any big city but it's mostly good around here. No major vampire troubles... that I know of, anyway. Some wererats around the shadier docks occasionally cause trouble but dock masters and ship captains often take their own measures to keep things mostly in order. It's effective but leaves a bad taste in my mouth because they ask the local guard to turn a blind eye to some of their activities in return."
About an hour or so has past. Bran Stonecup gets up and says.
"We will be closing the tavern for bit. The good Duke will be given a speech, soon. I will make it up to you if you attend the ceremony."
The crowd gives a huge round of applause to Stonecup.
Next the patrons of the Rumblebelly make their way down the stage area. There is a huge stage the city watch is posted making sure things are safe. Each of you are 10 feet from the stage, Stonecup has made sure his patrons get a good seat.
As the new woman approaches Arrak and asks to join him. He glowers at her, as if scrutinizing.
"your not one of those magical folk are you..." He asks with a slight growl to his voice.
After scanning the woman over he decides that the chance of company is worth the possibility.
*besides, if she tries anything funny, I can just slice her in two*
he grabs you by the waist with one arm lifts you up surprisingly gently, sits you on the stool beside him.
*best not to sit her in my lap, not after that scene the first time I came here... these women can be so strange*
after a small commotion in the front of the tavern interrupts any conversation that was surely being used to woo the lady with tells of arracks strength and might, he scans the tavern after being told to leave.. He doesn't like being told what to do but has learned sometimes its best to just do it.
noticing nothing out the ordinary he goes to leave, presumably dragging the woman along with him.
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"What magical folk do you speak of?"
*She cocks her head to the side and smiles a little*
"It is good to see another of my kind here, Tell me are you from around here. Oh where are my manners. I am Willow Feywind recently of Neverwinter but after the recent turn of events find myself somewhat of a refugee"
*Upon hearing Brans proclamation, she will ask if she can accompany the barbarian, no need to be dragged or clubbed over the head*
(add another +2 if vs. surprise or to detect invisible/incorporeal creatures)
As the party moves to the stage Orlpar sees a few of his friends from the city watch and greets them briefly to avoid distracting them from their duty.
"Nice of you to show up for work today! We were starting to miss you!" one of them obviously chids.
"Hah! A brief sabbatical, I assure you Delmin. Once I complete my studies with the higher priests of Torm I'll be back in the fold with you minding the litter that lines the streets. Hey, tell your mum I miss her sweet rolls!"
The last sentence is delivered with a snicker and fuels the chidding as Orlpar moves toward the stage with a laugh.
Noticing the crowed moving towards the door and out into the streets, Sli stands and moves right along.
*Whelp, might as well see what the fuss is about*
Sli makes it to the stage and finds a spot by Orlpar.
"Ha always seems to be something going on around here, not like Nashkel at all where the biggest excitement is watching a slug slide across a river stone!"
"the ones that use it, magic I mean. I don't like much magic, never brought me any good." he drains another Pint of mead.
"as for meself, I come from the north, way up in Icewindale came down on a ship, served on it awhile to pay my way. Aye, I have heard from the locals some bad stuff has happened there."
"Names Arrack, former member of the Tribe of the Wolf"
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"A pleasure to meet you Arrack, I did not go to a school for magic but I do possess some innate talent that was inheirited from... my... parents.
*She chokes back a few tears*
"Sorry about that, but I have had no word from my mother since the volcano erupted, Hopefully this celebration will help ease our burdens"
"But there I go rambling on again about myself again"
"I do not mean to pry but what made you leave the north, I have heard it is quite beautiful up there" *She rambles on excitedly*
Arrack looks at the woman, with a slight expression of understanding,
"I know the pain of losing loved ones, but one must move on from this, it is but part of life, even if there deaths come so much sooner than they should. If caused by someone, you should seek vengeance for your fallen family, if by nature, stand defiant and live well."
"Also, know this, should you try to use any of your magicks on me I will not hesitate to strike you down, I have very few people whom I trust, and while you seem sincere and trustworthy, my trust is hard to come by."
He drains his last pitcher of mead on the way out. and takes a deep breath.
"as for why I am here, let us say that my clan is... no more. And I am seeking recompense for that."
The light drizzle isn’t dampening the festive mood emanating from the gawkers and the hawkers of wares in the Wide, a marketplace packed with people from all strata of society, and stalls selling exotic Faerun goods. Cheerful Citizens tightly wreath a platform erected along the Wide’s eastern edge. Someone wearing an official looking sash is speaking but the crowds noise drowns out his words.
Moments later, the throng erupts in wild cheers as an older, surprising muscular man takes center stage. The ovation continues for a minutes unabated. A nearby wizend female eyes you with amusement before hollering. “This here’s Duke Abdel Adrian” as if that explains everything.
The duke smiling broadly bows to the crowd and the gestures for quiet. The crowd obeys, except one person who shouts “We love you. Abedel!”
The duke responds “I love you, too Bauldar’s Gate, and the assembly explodes in applause and deafening hurrahs.
Another wave of the speaker’s hand silences the crowd. For several minutes, the duke heaps civic praise on Balduran, the founder of Bauldar’s Gate, expounds on the virtues of shared opportunity; and waxes poetic about the future.
As he talks you notice a disturbance to your right. Someone is pushing roughly towards the platform. A Cloaked hooded figures emerges from the crowd, scrambling onto the podium and strides toward Adrian short sword in hand.
Slivan "Sli" Simmeran
Willow Feywind
Arrack Stormbringer
Ovain Greybloom
Orlpar Amalith
Hooded figure 1
Hooded figure 2
Hooded figure 3
*Bah, just say what you want to say already*
Arrack is drawn from his drozy state set on by all the silly speaking from the duke.
As the man pushes through the crowd Arrack attempts to determine the mans intent.
He begins to push through the crowd himself, forgetting about the woman for now.
*Wow the people really seem to love this man.*
*what in the blazes is this fellow doing?*
Sli perks up and pulls the hood back of his soaked cloak in hopes to get a better view of the disturbance. His hand falls to the pommel of his rapier just in case.
You all know that the Duke is well loved citizen of the Gate. The approaching thugs in hoods let you know something is about to go down.
*Wow the people really seem to love this man.*
*what in the blazes is this fellow doing?*
Sli perks up and pulls the hood back of his soaked cloak in hopes to get a better view of the disturbance. His hand falls to the pommel of his rapier just in case.
[Dice=knowledge (nobility)]1d20+4; 4
Orlpar shouts "Guard the Duke! Guard the Duke!" and he scrambles onto the stage to stand by the Duke. He'll hold offensive action until one of the cloaked figures is within threat range of the Duke.
If necessary:
(Heavy mace)
Orlpar warning about "Guard the Duke" allows the Duke to look up. As the Duke looks up and see the attacker. He moves out the way as the man swings his sword at him. The mysterious man yell " I must be the last one" as he repositions himself to attack again.
as he slowly figures out what is happening, and after hearing the shout "guard the duke!" Arrack needs no more prodding.
*Ah, about time, a good fight!*
Arrack Yells loudly to his god and unsheathes his greatsword. He yells to the crowd
"GET BACK! MOVE!"
and then verily charges at the thug closest to the stage.
As he barges through the crowd arrack uses his momentum to run the thug through, hopefully taking him out of the fight before he ever truly threatened anyone.
Sli unsheathed his rapier and makes his way to Orlpar near the stage.
"Orlpar! I'm here, is there any way we can get the Duke to a safer place!?"
Crowds seem to move in panic ignoring the Thugs. The city watch is cannot reach the Duke nor provide assistance to the Adventurers. Arrack while going to rage ignores the crowd and storms toward the nearest Thug. As he approaches the Thug, Arrack swings his mighty sword and cleaving the Thug almost in two. At the same time 12 feet away from Arrack Orlpar swings at the nearest Thug, and misses him. Sil unleahes his Rapier and makes his way to Orlpar. As Sil swings the Thug moves out the way as the rapier barley misses him.
On the stage the Duke and the mysterious man trade blows. As they do there is a words exchanged.
I must be the only one ! The man with the sword yells.
No Bhaal has blessed me as well! The Duke yells at the mysterious man.
As the nearest Thug next Orlpar swings his sword at the cleric. The hood falls down reveiling a Tiefling.
The sword bites deeply into the Cleric, but at the cost of him lowering his defense to Sil.
Sli recovers from the missed blow and quickly repositions himself. Seeing the Tiefling attack Orlpa he sees an opening in the thugs defense and Sli takes advantage.
After running the insolent thug through Arrack Moves towards the duke.
yelling
"HEY, HOODED WEAKLING, YOU BETTER RUN LITTLE BOY! RAAARRRRR"
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