Sinister Spire(con't RBD)(Orsal Judging)

Manzanita said:

Rowan does not feel meriful. He'll deliver a coup-de-grace into the one Lookspring has chosen.

"OK. Now let's go." Rowan will take the rear as they retreat. He'll shake his guisarme at the fishmen and tell them they'd better not mess with them again. They won't understand the words, but perhaps the tone will convey.

Rowan would like to find a place to rest & bathe in the city.

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ooc: somehow I think this group fits in nicely in this city...even if not in appearance.


Rowan easily completes the coup-de-grace as the creature was unconscious after Looksprings arrows struck it. The other creatures draw back in fear but are too afraid to run.

Now searching for an inn in a city you do not speak the language and have never been to before. Should be fun. Where do you start?

After pocketing a few bits of fleshy fishman parts for taste-testing later, Lookspring falls in behind Phoenix, letting her lead the way through the city. He does his best to look for a large building with people coming and going, the raucous sounds of drinking, and any other signs familiar to him to indicate an inn. Barring that, he'll look for a semi-secure building that they could hole up in for the "night".

Rowan decides Lookspring's plan sounds fine. Gold should speak any language, and he's willing to part with a few of his.

Moving quickly beyond the gate the group travels north, straight ahead from the gate, thinking that the main road from the gate would have an inn of some sort. The city is dilapidated and eyes watch the strange surface dwellers as you move along the streets. No one confronts the group, only watching from shadows and scuddling out of the way as the group is noticed. About 4 blocks into the city one building stands out from the others. Lights of every hue stream from the windows of this sprawling three story building. Conversing voices, snippets of song and the clatter of crockery spill into the street to reach your ears. Odors of exotic tobaccos, yeasty drink, and barbecued meat suffuse the air. The wall facing the street is a sculpted formation of flowstone, like dozens of drooping hands, apparently built up from water falling from somewhere high above. Here and there stone faces leer out from the deposits.

OOC: 500 experience each for defeating the gate guards to enter the city.

OOC: Gate guards....uh oh

IC: Rowan looks at this last building. "Let's give this a try." He tries to find a door.

OOC2: 32 XPs short of 6th. Guess I need to figure out what he's going to do at that level...fighter, sorcerer or paragon...

"Aye, seems like this is being our best shot. Besides," he sniffs the air hungrily, "it is smelling delicious here." He follows Rowan and Phoenix into the building.

Rowan opens the door to allow Phoenix through and then seeing that Lookspring will wait for him, Rowan enters, followed by Lookspring cautiously. Conversations near the entryway go quiet as the closer patrons look the group over. Few of the faces seem welcoming, and most that do look welcoming do so in a hungry or insane way. Dusky dwarves, wild eyed derro, slim drow, and even stranger creatures sit or stand in the dozen or so lantern-lit niches scattered about this large, high ceilinged chamber. A central bar is stuffed with bottles, casks, pipes, vials, cigaillos, and less familiar paraphernalia. Cloaked in white linen, a humanoid figure stands behind the bar. Four servers move about the room, similarly shrouded. A side door apparently opens into a busy kitchen that is alive with the sounds and scents of cooking. From a great stone chair across the common room, a humanoid figure observes, wrapped in and hooded by a crimson robe that has a complex pattern of eyes on it. Whatever this creature is, you sense that little escapes its notice.

One of the servers invites you to sit with a sweeping wave. A closer look at the server reveals the creature is so gaunt it is nearly skeletal.

Following Rowan into the building, Phoenix returns the hard looks of the patrons inside. Seeing the server wave an arm for them to be seated, she looks for a table or booth along a wall if possible so they can have some privacy and not be surrounded if a fight breaks out.

Rowan concurs and follows Phoenix to a booth. The guisarm he lays across his lap. He pulls out his longsword and leans it at his knee. He'll try ordering some food in common, but if this doesn't work, he'll motion eating with his hand. He wonders what sort of weird food they would serve.