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Ha! This is Stenne in Dragon form. Or her bestest buddy!http://www.5esrd.com/gamemastering/monsters-foes/monsters-by-type/dra gons/drake/drake-alehouse-3pp/
Hah. Stenne's gonna be as notorious as Lina inverse
Stenne tried to remember anything worthwhile about any notable taverns in this region. She couldn't recall much considering this was the first time in her travels she found herself outside the region her clan resided.
However,wherever she found herself, she knew alcoholic beverages through and through. Wines,beers,spirits,and beyond were her speciality!
Ha! Too late fer that. Time for carousin' an' companionship! Stenne declared with a cackle, greedily downing any and all offered ale. Bah. I'm sure once we've had a right rest and collect ourselves, we'll set out and investigate. Mebbie find some trouble and treasure,eh?
Stenne accepted the free tankard of ale with a lopside grin, appreciative of the free booze. Aye, that's a right rogue. Won't mind if'n I do! She bumped tankards with his in a jovial manner. Drinking deeply and wiping suds from her nose, the she-dwarf mentioned,Good thing we made ourselves scarce. I checked out the street near the Collegium--deserted save for all the bloodstains. That could have very well been us.
Stenne was no stranger to bloodshed or gratuitous displays of violence in her life as a dwarf quick to thumb her nose at authority and law. But this...She suppressed the bolt of unease that made her quite sober. This was clearly overdoing it. Whatever happened here had devolved into an out and out massacre. The law here had become viciously heavyhanded as of late, it seemed. No doubt she would have been among the unfortunte bloodstains had she lingered. The moonshiner made herself scarce, trundling back to the tavern where Vors was probably drinking himself stupid. She needed to refresh and recollect.
Stenne winked at Vors and sniggered. Aye. I'll see ya there later. Stenne decided if she would look for anyone it would be the proclaimed Prince Magniventris. He was a potential rival and fellow alchemist. And if he was dead, she could grab his formulae book for herself.
Relieved that the job she had been hired to do in order to satisfy a debt had been cleared without fallout, Stenne exhaled in relief. She hiccupped and stuttered out a belch. F-Fuh...Finally. That's over and done with. That's probably the easiest jobs I've had to do. But my debts settled and I'm fine with that. She remembered the two missing persons from their group.Hm. Better try to check up on those two...After it dies down a bit.
Certainly found some unusual findings. Nearly got shredded by bits of parchment. Stenne deadpanned.
...Hm.Curious. Either he's out or being kept away. Something tells me not *urrrp* by c-choice. Stenne went ahead and shoved the door open, ducking through catiously.
Versed as she was in the multitude of smells and tastes of her craft, Stenne took notice of any variations no matter how minor in her surroundings. She breathed through her mouth and tasted the air she drew in. The fire burned bright and crackled in the hearth as though the flames were gnawing greedily at the wood. However,the absence of two things told her it a visual phantasm. The smell of burning wood should had been left lingering in the air. Not even a hint of soot. She also didn't smell the stonework that made up the fireplace. The bricks smelled hours cold from where she stood. Hm. Why bother with the illusion of a fire? She approached the door, eyeing it suspiciously for any tamperimg.
Stenne entered, eyes searching and ears pricked. She even smelled the air for anything off. She slipped her ale bomb into her sleeve to throw whilst appearing unarmed.
Stenne brought up the rear, keeping her senses alert for any encroaching threats that could come after. Her hands held another ale bomb,a nonlethal deterrent.
...We're short two heads. Stenne announced.
Stenne watched the poor frail human crumple beneath the stamping hooves of the armored horse with repellent horror. Dwarves avoided the large equine got that very reason. The fact the mounted guardsmen plowed onward without pause was most alarming. There was no actually reason to run down the people they were charged with protection. She held no love for authority. And this merely reinforced her disillusionment for those in such positions. Callous bastards....Seething, the moonshine evaded hips and elbows as she waded the press of bodies towards the indicated alleyway.
She considering using an ale bomb on the guards...
Been a while since I've been been fishing. May as well. Stenne muttered.
Stenne was quite careful to keep her features stoically blank. As an afterthought, she kept her trap shut.
...Well*uuurp*w-we tried. Time to go. Gulping at the conflagration,Stenne trundle past For a to get a head start with her shorter legs.
Stenne primes and lobs her ale bomb at the source of the flames. Clay shattered and ale splattered in a spray of foaming suds,the potent smell of beer permeating the air. The sizzle of drowned flame only intensified it.
"...What other sort of bomb did you think I woulda--*uurp*nevermind. I gotta Ale bomb that is more or less watered down beer that'll give you all the effects of getting piss-drunk without the fun parts. It should be enough to put out any flames. Won't smell at that great so stand clear."the brewer shook her head at the others. She recalled she did warn them of the risk of fire beforehand but no one protested when she used it against the animated swarm of books and papers. Hindsight hardly helped things. Stenne deactivated the fire bomb and withdrew a flask of clay that held her lower quality mash and infused with a spark of arcane power.
Stenne chortled wryly at Tessara's veiled insinuation of her lack of valuable participation. She wasn't even bothered in the slightest. She truly didn't want to be here. Aye, a viable option...but what if there are more ahead? Of similar guardians and traps.
...Aw. Stenne lowered her primed bomb.Then what do we do now,then?
At Vors' suggestion of her passing out bombs for the others to use,she gave her head a shake.Afraid it don't work like that. An alchemists bombs only works for that particular alchemist that brewed them. If I had the time I could make some standard alchemists fire flasks to share but I doubt we have that option right now.
Well,don't mind if I do! This lackluster errand has become much more engaging for someone of my talents. Stenne brightened considerably at the options presented to her, withdrawing another glass bottle that she infused with an arcane spark with a flick of her stubby fingers.
Stenne tanks at the blind woman's clothing,attempting to render aid.
Tessara's assistance finally stopped the bloodline,which Stenne grunted her thanks.
Hissing,Stenne dabbed a scrap of cloth to the laceration bisecting her brow after soaking it with the alcohol from her flask to stem the bleeding and disinfect the wound. It soaked the cloth crimson,unabated.
Blood ran into her right eye,painting her vision pink. Stenne started at Tessara's shout. She turned on her heel and trundeled her way out of the swarm of fluttering papers for the open doorway as fast as her stumpy limbs could manage.
Honestly, to think of all things she expected to get sliced up by,sheets of pressed wood pulp were definitely not one of them.
Seeing the damage wrought by the animated books upon those present,Stenne sucked her teeth.Oi,get clear! Looks like its time for some open flame. Stenne reached into her apron and withdrew a small glass bottle,squeezing it to infuse it with an arcane spark to turn the dormant chemicals into a volatile bomb. She retreated as far as she dared,gauging where she'd maximize the area of effect against the swarm and minimized the splash to her allies.
Oi,is it a good idea to use flame in a library. I've got bombs but it could turn into a conflagration that engulfs the entire place!she warned.
Stenne stopped the reflexive reach for one of her bombs due to the fact she doubted fire or ale would be justified in such close quarters with allies and she doubted using on valuable books would be easy to clean up. She wasn't supposed to even be here! Instead,she struck out with her Morningstar,smacking at the fluttering tomes.
S-shadow fey? Uh,o*uurp*h,my. That sounds kinda outta our depth.Stenne scratched at her chest,uncomfortable at the mention of the dark fey.
Hn.Seems to need Read Magic to make any sense of it...she noted.
Stenne passed around her flask to any who'd partake,wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before showing it into the front of her apron. She took a gander of the books occupying the five desks.
Something told Stenne that her employer wasn't a benevolent boss. She even had her suspicions that it was the reason why she wore the blindfold--some cruel punishment that involved in blinding her. She shared such thoughts with her fellows discreetly.
I promise to do my best not to allow someone to get punished unjustly due to my actions. Tis hard enough when your own kind shun yet,I know.Stenne said with uncharacteristically soberness.
Stenne watched this exchange nuetrally,sipping at her flask. She decided to offer an peace offering to diffuse the situation. ...Um,would you fancy a drink,ma'am?
Stenne watched the goings-on with half-hearted interest,eyes flicking back and forth between her companions and the animated bust. At the kobold,she squirmed a brow,And what do you know about undergarments drawers? Good work with that pun,though. Never figured you for that sort of humor. At Vors she offered another nip of her flask,Good man! Clever.
Deepmug. Moonshiner.
Stenne recoiled in alarm at being directly addressed,juggling the Morningstar frantically before catching it by its haft and collecting herself. At the backhanded compliment,she started to retort but caught herself....Just take the compliment. At the ranting kobold,she quipped, Well, it wasn't me,that's for certain. Why would I be reading and drinking,for one. Secondly,it could've been some other sort of sloppy drunk. Third,why would I waste good drink?
Stenne caught the kobold giving her a rather intense stare and snorted,I assure you,George,I'm not an unfortunately stunted human. I'd rather doubt humans possess livers as e-eff*uurp*effecient as mine. When she swept the room again with her keen gaze,she did a double take at what she caught out the side of her eye. That carved lion's head had been turned in her direction. Like a guilty party caught ogling, it snapped back to the stationary position,staring blankly straight ahead. Stenne bristled with unease. Some sort of animated object? A variant of gargoyle? Keeping her voice level,she announced to the others as she strode towards the suspicious bust,withdrawing the Morningstar that hung at her belt and smacking it into her gloved palm with intent:Oi,not to alarm everyone--and I'm nowhere near buzzed to be seeing things--but this here bust j-just turned around from looking at us.
...This place must've been designed by quirky gnomes. All these puzzles ,riddles, and secret doors.Steene took a swallow of her cider,wiped the back of her mouth and continued to search for anything worthwhile.
She tried to ponder anything relevant from what she knew locally but came up wanting.
She searched alongside the others.
Stenne snorted and passed Vors a flask of her applejack cider she'd been sipping from.
Stenne yawned as she followed the group about,clearly uninterested in learning about Zobeck's history and its aristocracy.
Stenne went over to the desk to shift through the stack of papers that lay there,careful to avoid touching the hourglass due to a suspicion it triggered something.
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