”I really must learn to wreath my blade with the green flame.” Marquez considers to himself. Not to be out dine by Bhoors, he steps forward to stab at the burning troll using the full length of his blade to stay away from the flames.
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Amelia pulls out one of her daggers and throws it at the troll.
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Amelia's dagger bounces off the flailing troll! The beast swipes at the pair of young swordsmen that surround it!
Bhoors dances out of the way, but Marquez is not so lucky!
Reuleaux's acid splashes across the troll's leg, but it is difficult to tell if the creature is screaming from that or the flames upon its back!
Boys, help me push him in![/ooc] Durnan calls out, then seeing how slight Bhoors and Marquez are, shakes his head. [b]Bah!Yagra! Help me shove 'im in!
The troll tumbles over the edge! Anyone at the edge watches it grow smaller and smaller into the darkness! Finally, it hits bottom and flickers but is relatively unmoving.
Durnan shakes his head and mutters, What a Monday...
He doesn't even seem to notice that his shoulder has caught fire until Bonnie rushes up and pours a pitcher of water over him!
Nodding his thanks to the young woman, the barkeep looks at all of you, Not bad. You've got potential...
Durnan shoulders his greatsword and heads back to the bar as suddenly the din of the tavern patrons raises again to its previous levels!
Bhoors feeling impressed with things nods in appreciation to the bartender. He stowes his daggers, I really need to get a set of light swords. I trained with wooden scimitars that might be fun. It feel so fan boy. Gets the job done I suppose.
He looks over to where the Xanathar thugs were gathered previously to make sure that the other disturbance was over.
He looks down toward Amelia, "Glad to have you with us."
Finally he turns and is forced to regard Marquez, "Its been some time. I hope things in Amn are well." Bhoors speaks friendly toward the man but there is a bit of sizing the man up playing itself out in the recesses of his face.
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As Bhoors regards Marquez, he notices the Amnish man seems confused. ”Now where did I put down mi vino?” With one hand reaching up to the wound that n his neck, Marquez turns to retrieve his wine from the nearby table and then falls face forward onto the floor.
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as for the rivalry. Im thinking Lando and Han for a reference. Since you cheated and I know you cheated, that would make you Lando. Now we just need to figure out what is our Mellinium Falcon.
Bhoors' eyes go wide. "Whoa, hey there." Bhoors moves to Marquez' side. Hope this evens our score. He sings a line about healing light.
"Kicked a troll and still gonna walk away. You alright?"
Bhoors looks around happy that thins have subsided. Bhoors looks at Durnan. "Any drink discounts on those who lept at your troll problem. Send us a round and we will square it. Well lets try to drink that experience off, 'eh." He motions those that were gathered previously waiting for Volo to the table. He will make room for Marquez if he follows as well.
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Durnan laughs, Boy, you got some moxie, t' be sure! Bonnie! Get them a round on the house!
You haven't even had time to delve into that fresh round of drinks before a foppish man approaches the table!
The approaching figure strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you’ve noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven’t seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur’s Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence.
My friend’s name is Floon Blagmaar. He’s got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped — or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?
Marquez opens his eyes and clears his head. After a second or two of blinking, he smiles at Bhoors and quickly looks to the gods of wine he had before he pass out. Broken and wine-blood spilling everywhere, the bard frowns sadly but takes Bhoor’s offered hand and stands up. ”Well zhat thing hit harder zhan a bull. Muchas gracias por your help mi amigo.”
When he hears the name Volothamp, even Marquez can’t help but be a little star struck and there is little hesitation befor the Ahmish man agrees to help the famous bard.
Damine was looking forward to her next round (especially after cleaning her sword off of all of the stirge blood that had gotten on it) until the man had walked up. Who the heck is this guy...?
But, she listened carefully to his request and grinned. "I don't know about these guys, but I'm sure in! Sounds like it'll be a fun time out here. Plus, I need a couple more dragons anyway. Where, uh, was the last time you saw this...Floon fellow?"
"'Skewered Dragon' didn't make it home." Bhoors rubs the back of his neck thinking. "So what's this Floon into that you suspect kidnapping rather than a bender or a randy tavern wench wanted a night with your friend that turned into a full fledged fling. I mean kidnapping assumed enemies."
Marquez looks around as Bhoors narrows down the information required. Unfortuneately if there is anyone, Marquez doesn’t seem to notice as he is distracted by a beautiful woman.
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Volo shrugs, He's good looking, but I don't know why anyone would want to kidnap him, but his landlord said that he didn't come home last night. Usually, when he, um, entertains the ladies, Floon brings them there... It's just unusual. I checked again today, and he still hasn't returned home...
@Bhoors, you have never been there, but it is in the Dock Ward, so it can be a rough and tumble place. Gang activity is not out of the question.
Amelia finishes her mug off before giving a smile.
Jobs a job, I'll be happy to help ya find your friend, 'owever, on a couple otha' conditions. First, we get half up front, an the otha' half once we find 'em, an ifin' things turn out to be more dangerous than ye or we thought then ye gotta give us a small bonus fer hazard pay. Not that I'm ta' be thinkin' ye will 'ave ta.
Bhoors looks toward Amelia as he puts his hand on the pouch. "Your handy to have around."
"I guess we can head to the this tavern and see if they remember our missing Floon. Anybody know the area. I have never been to that particular tavern."
Bhoors looks over the new companions well. "I think I met all of you prior to the upleasantness. Did everyone have a chance to meet Marquez."
Marquez bows his head slightly at the introduction from Bhoors and prepares to follow the odd gnome since he seems confident in where he is heading. Making sure to scoop up his bag of coin on the way out.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Damine," she waves at Marquez. "Looks like we're in this here together then, yeah? No worries, I got your backs!" She then follows the group outside toward the bar.
As the team walks across town Bhoors looks over the new crew. "You all know I am a singer and I like to think handy with the blades." He strugs modestly but with a bit of swagger, "If I followed correctly we got a halfling skirmisher, who made it clear you should watch your purses," He winks at the halfling, "A gnome scor . . . wizzz person," he seems to come up empty with more to say. "Marquez is a fencer and don't let the sword fool you he is studied in the magics. Damine is bold enough to assume she can handle herself in a scrape. I can do some healing if anyone gets cut up. But hopefully it won't come to that. Anyone else have any special skills that might be handy to know."
Amelia shrugs. Suppose' ye summ'd it up 'bout right. Just ta' be clear. I won't be sticking my own neck too far out for any of ya lot. Nothin' personal ya kno'. Just gotta keep an eye out for yerself in this town. No one else really well do ya the favor o' doin' it for ya. as she talks she twirls her hat on the end of her finger before tossing it up to have it land on her head.
In a slightly more down-trodden voice she adds. Well, not anymore anyways.
At Reu's little demonstration Amelia lets out a chuckle.
Oh I don't kno'. All it needs is a bit of paint and color and ye could almost mistake it for the real thing I'd say. She says as she leans down to pick up the contraption to give it a thorough look over.
How did ye manage to make it both move an' make the sounds in such a small item? More Magic?
Damine looks at Reu’s demonstration and laughs when the bird falls over, but immediately loses interest in it when he starts spewing off about the different types of things going into it. She looks over at Bhoors, instead finding interest in what he had said. ”Hehe, I can definitely handle myself in a fight! Even if I couldn’t I’d still throw myself into a fight! It’s where I feel most alive, you know?
“Anyhow, I won’t bore you all with the details but I can perform some magic as well as fight with the blade here. Not as much as our little friend here, for certain.” When saying that, she gestures at Reu.
"So. I figure we should start with hitting the tavern getting a drink and feeling out the folk there. Perhaps they remember something."
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You head off South toward the Dock Ward. Almost as if walking into a different city, the surroundings change as tall, densely packed tenements leave most of the neighborhood in shadow at ground level.
Most of the streetlamps have had their glass smashed and their candles stolen, and the smells of salt air and excrement linger as you pass by rows of run-down buildings.
As you round the corner, you find yourselves on a street that has been cordoned off by the City Watch. Lying on the cobblestones are a half-dozen corpses, seemingly the victims of some terrible skirmish. Watch officers have disarmed and arrested three blood-drenched humans and are in the midst of questioning witnesses. One of the officers sees you. Get on, she says. Nothing to see here.
"Excuse me. A moment. I don't want to interfere, but we are looking for a friend. Didn't come home last couple nights. Can't help but worry."
"His name is Floon Blagmaar. Worried sick after him."
Bhoors rubs the back of his neck brow furrowing with concern. "Thank you. I will check with his girl. She was worried. I assume she reported it. To be honest we say you here and . . . wow," He motions toward the crime scene, "well all this. Feared the worst. Thanks." He moves away but turns back, "Anything we should keep any eye out for?"
"Oh. Wow. Who is it that's got the haunches rankled." He looks around as if someone might hear, "I mean these ner' do wells always got some sort of name or symbol that they mark themselves with anything we should note. I mean I'd be happy to report not to mention we'd know who to give a wider berth."
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Now, we can't be spreadin' rumors, but maybe you should avoid the Dock Ward for a while, she says noting your direction.
"Thank you for your help. Stay safe."
As the watch person returns to her pressing matters Bhoors turns to the group. "Seems there is something of an open gang war affecting the Dock Ward."
As the group moves away, "Lets take another block and circle back to the tavern if we need to. Looks like the Zents and Xan's are at it. Not unlike what we say at the Yawning Portal."
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As you bid farewell to the city watch, you continue along Zastrow Street until you get to Fillet Lane. You know that you are not long from the Skewered Dragon now...
One nearby shop stands out from the others. It has a deep purple facade, and in its window hangs a stuffed beholder. Above the door hangs a sign whose elaborate letters spell out “Old Xoblob Shop.”
This is more of an oddity, in case you are interested in stopping by... if not, I will continue on!