(IC) Vampires of Waterdeep pt. 1 - Blood of Malar

[Mista Collins]

A man as famous as this gentleman seems to be, he must have protection of some sorts, Armand thinks to himself as he turns his attention from Orlpar. Scanning the room at the other patrons in the tavern, Armand tries to spot anyone who seems to be over interested in Orlpar. He must have both friends and enemies in here somewhere.

 

[Voadam]

Wollf briefly notices the new noble, but quickly dismisses him as unlikely and turns his attention back to observing the scruffy looking woman with the strained smile.

 

[Professor Parsnip]

Just before midnight, the door to the Grinning Lion opens once more, and a lone woman enters. The woman is tall and dusky, with a proudly feral demeanor. She wears a tunic with loosely flowing sleeves, and is wrapped in the skin of a tentacled, catlike beast.

This woman's entrance appears to have made as much of an impression as that of Lord Orlpar. The buzz of conversation upon her entrance suggests that no one in the tavern has ever seen her before. She takes her time moving across the room, flashing an enigmatic, seductive smile to anyone that meets her inquisitive gaze.

From his table, Lord Orlpar greets the woman with a confident, knowing smile and she begins to walk purposefully toward him.

Actions?

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[Scotley]

Rognvald Human Monk

Rognvald makes sure he is paid up at the bar and turns to watch the newcommer and Orlpar. He examines both closely hopeful that they will be too focused on each other to notice him.

OOC: Tries to spot a likely container of drugs or substantial coin on either of them.

 

[Voadam]

Wollf watches for the reaction of the stained frock woman. The new displacer beast cloak woman is silently added to his list of people to watch, something in her demeanor says possible to him.

 

[Professor Parsnip]

Rognvald makes sure he is paid up at the bar and turns to watch the newcommer and Orlpar. He examines both closely hopeful that they will be too focused on each other to notice him.

OOC: Tries to spot a likely container of drugs or substantial coin on either of them.

(Rognvald Spot Check, Roll 18+21=39)Rognvald's sharp eyes scrutinize both Lord Orlpar and the newly arrived woman, but he sees nothing that looks like a drugs or large sums of money on either of them.

 

[Professor Parsnip]

Wollf watches for the reaction of the stained frock woman. The new displacer beast cloak woman is silently added to his list of people to watch, something in her demeanor says possible to him.

The shabby woman in the back is ravenously eating her fried onions. She seems to be muttering to herself between mouthfuls, but she doesn't noticeably react to the new arrival.

 

[Mista Collins]

Eyeing both the woman and Orlpar, Armand stands and walks over towards the hearth appearing as if he needs a little more warmth. I hope she means no harm, Armand thinks to himself as all of his focus is on the woman and Lord Orlpar.

OOC - Spot of +21, Listen of +16

 

[Thanee]

Jana Fyrehair

“The patrons get more interesting the later the evening gets. I wonder what's next? But for some reason, I don't really see how this is getting us anywhere,” Jana remarks casually, while taking a sip of wine. “On the other hand... what do you think, Caladan? This woman does have that certain look. Could she be a vampire? That doesn't mean, of course, that you should call down the sun on her, I still don't believe it would be a good idea to start any trouble here. But you are the expert on their kind, what do you think?”

 

[Bloodweaver1]

He speaks in a soft and uncertain voice “I’m not too sure…” and then thinks to himself Though that wouldn’t be such a bad idea... Taking an obvious careful eye to the new women, he attempts to determine exactly ‘what’ she is. For he knows that Vampires can assume many forms, both of friends and foes.


OOC: Spot +5, Search +7 & Knowledge Religion +12.

OOC: This only happens if he is unable to determine what she is.
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“Only one way to find out…” Finishing the last of his drink in one gulp. Making sure that no one is paying too close of attention to what he is doing, he carefully and discreetly pulls out one of his potions and pours it into his now empty mug.

“Here… drink this…” He says as he slides his special concoction over and then continues, “Then go over to our young friend there and play all nice, nice.” A small smile pulls at the corners of mouth. “Like the time we had you con our way into that Noble’s party back in Tashalar. You remember, don’t you? ” He pauses briefly and then adds, “And try to see if you can get him to be alone this time.”

“Don’t worry about his new lady friend. If I’m right, she won’t even know your there…” He says as he gives her wink.

As he watches her get up and begin to head over to the table. He himself picks up his shield and begins to head over to the burning hearth for some warmth. Once there he squats down close to the fire with his shield propped up against him. He then pulls his heavy cloak in close around him before stretching out his arms towards the fire. Once situated he does his best to listen on to what he hopes is a surprising and almost comical conversation with the Lord and his guest.

OOC: Listen +7 : Used Potion of Invisibility to Undead.[/sblock]