[D&D 5E] Securing the Alliance: An Adventure in Tethyr (IC)

[This Effin’ GM]

"Pleasure is mine! Otherwise me not be able to view the shot shot.", Gnorth is still grinning, though at the same time wincing, as he heads back over to where Corillo is. He stows his longbow and grabs his hammer. "Hyena-head moved faster than I aim, pup ran far. Little bit of resting would be nice." Gnorth grunted as he heaved himself up to the cart. He was getting older, he realized with an inner chuckle.

"Lorenzo right, no scents in staying with a bunch of dead buddies. Say, Bod-dy-nock, did I tell you of story of dark elf with heard of gold? Fun story. An evil mage twisted his heart in to gold. Transmuniition, how you say it,....." Gnorth began his story as the band headed into the rest.

 

[hafrogman]

Lorenzo laughs politely at the guard's question, gesturing to the wagon filled with adventurers.

"No, no goods. We're travelers, not traders."

Then he nods to the preserved ogre.

"What's with tall, dark and ugly over there?"

OOC: persuasion - [roll0] if needed to convince anyone we have no goods. Certainly no potentially illicit gemstones.

 

[This Effin’ GM]

"Yes, hopefully not ugly warning, else me be climbing up there with him!" Gnorth smiles to the guard.

OOC: Gnorth attempts to Aid Lorenzo's persuasion attempt by causing the guard to laugh and focus on explaining the ogre over pressing about goods.

 

[Forged Fury]

OOC: Unset jewels are essentially a cash equivalent, so no tariffs. The question is mostly for merchants with goods to sell, so unless the party re-purposes the cart and starts buying trade goods, y'all are going to be in the clear for tariffs.

After a quick glance in the cart, the guard nodded to his colleague. "Travelers! Wonderful, the port can certainly use some travelers now!" Glancing toward the ogre body, the guard said, "Oh that, we had a spot of trouble with a band of ogres around the beginning of the month. Yer city guard here managed to beat them back, the boys even managed to fell one! We had him stuffed and put him at the entrance to the city as a warning to any other monsters who think Port Kir is easy pickins'."

GM: Insight Check, DC20 if anyone is so inclined.

 

[Egon]

When they reached the gates of the city, Boddynock simply smiled at the guards and let the others do the talking. He knew that he was bound to babble on and on about something or other to do with tinkering if given the chance.

"I mean, I think I have that figured out. Just need a small glass ball..."

He had started speaking out loud regarding some idea he had before he knew he was talking, and he was drawing unnecessary attention to himself. He hung his head a bit and coughed out a quick "No, nothing," when asked about declarations.

OOC: Sure, I'll roll Insight here. [roll0]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

"Would a marble do for a small glass ball?" Brue had been listening carefully to Schepp for several days now. The words slipped out of her mouth before she realized she'd spoken. When she realized her mistake, her cheeks pinked and she turned her head away, looking at something, anything. The dead thing spiked by the gate caught her eye. Disgusting, Brue mused silently with a frown. She frowned a lot these days. And who sat as his judge and jury? No one worth the title, I'll wager. Brue averted her eyes.

The genasi shot a look at Lorenzo, always smiling and carefree, and was jealous. Baudy laughter from Gnorth stole Brue's attention. A toothy grin escaped at "transmuniition." Anywhere was fine to look, really, except at the gnome. Surely, he'd felt her eyes on him often during the trek to Port Kir.

 

[Olrox17]

Corilo yawned. Typical guards, always trying to squeeze as much money as possible from the honest folk. He remembered his youth, and the tax collectors barging in his parent's farm, looking for valuables. Nope, Corilo definitely wasn't a fan of the taxman.

The dead ogre was more interesting. Just barely, though. On the battlefield you quickly get used to grisly sights. He listened to the very talkative guard and his flowery explanation.

OOC: Insight [roll0]

 

[This Effin’ GM]

Felled an ogre? No easy feat. Perhaps I have been to harsh on the Southerners. They are still soft though. Gnorth nodded to the guard. "Yup. My father tangled with some of the giants before. Not a fun fight, he told me, but glory to be had. I would love to have the warrior who felled the brute for dinner." Gnorth saw an opportunity to maybe learn some tactics from a capable warrior, and perhaps even get a new story out of the exchange.

 

[hafrogman]

Lorenzo nods along with Gnorth.

"That is an impressive feat. Clearly this town is in good hands."

He looks around at the town and the guards.

"Any business for us to attend to before we can enter, then?"

 

[Forged Fury]

The guards looked a little uncomfortable when Gnorth offered to buy a meal for the great warrior who felled the ogre. "Well, Roderick's not quite capable of taking solid foods yet, but I'm sure he'd be happy to take you up on it as soon as he's able to walk." It's right about that point that the party noticed the guard who has been speaking to them was much older than what one would have expected from a city guard and a bit portly to boot. His companion, the one who checked the cart for goods, also appeared to be wall-eyed.

A few crass shouts from some of the merchants behind the party seemed to remind the guards that they were actually here to do a job. "No further questions from us. Enjoy Port Kir! Uh, inn space may be at a premium, so you should probably search for a place to stay straight away." With that, the guards ushered the party along and into the town.

As a port city, the party expected the smells of the sea, instead they smelled sawdust... and lots of it. Entering the small city, the first building to their right was apparently an inn or a tavern of some sort. It was hard to tell considering the front of the structure had been smashed apart and the interior bashed to kindling. A few new support struts had been hammered into place, but it looked like it was in no shape to take guests. Another building a few dozen feet on the left appeared to be in a similar state.