Ptolus- Palace of the Silver Princess (Campy)
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Brother Allard
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Guy takes a quick glance at the menu and shrugs. "These vintages are unfamiliar to me. Bring me a glass of your finest! Something with some life in it!" And slapping Thorg on the back, he adds: "and a glass of your strongest ale for my large friend!"
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Renard orders the drink of the common man, the Farmer's Choice. Fishing out a silver piece to pay for the ale, Renard holds the tankard aloft as toast to both his companions and whomever else is loitering in De Drie Gezusters Groningen. "A fine ale for a fine day!" Renard puts the foamy drink down on the table untouched after his toast and looks around expectantly for someone with whom to make inquiries regarding the Palace.
Mista Collins
First Post
Seeing that most of the Happy Birthday team entered the nearby tavern, Carl quickly follows after his speech to the masses. Before entering he changes his clothes back to his normal adventuring gear. "Hey, you guys! Save some drink for me!"
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Seeing that you are paying customers, the Groningen sisters quickly usher you into their otherwise empty tavern and bring you their drinks along with an introduction.
"Hello, I'm Mabs," one of the buxom blonde women states as she curtsies in her pink dress.
"And I'm Tabs," the one in the orange dress says as she follows suit.
"And I'm Babs," the third one says, wearing blue.
You introduce yourselves also, and tell of your exploits. The women seem riveted. "Oooh... adventurers! We love adventurers, don't we girls?"
Babs nods, then moves to give the sitting Guy a slow shoulder massage. "I like my men with muscles and swords. Remember Krusk, girls? Now that was a man as strong as an ox." Guy swears he hears Babs sigh in memory.
"But not strong enough to block a hit from an ogre."
"Nor was his armor."
Mabs grabs Thym's hat and playfully rests it on her head as she sits in the quiet warlock's lap and throws an arm around his neck. "I don't like brawn. I prefer my men with brains, like that cute Nebin," she admits while coiling some of Thym's beard in her forefinger and giving him a wink.
"Too smart for his own good. Just because you understand orc, doesn't mean you should show off that you can speak better than them."
"At least we now know orcs hate poetry, even in their own tongue. What? That could be valuable knowledge."
Tabs moves to sit on top of the table, her legs crossed as she faces Carl. "Whatever, girls. I know where my tastes lie. I enjoy a man with some style and a roguish side, like that devilish Gimble. He had the most piercing eyes."
"Too bad his eyes didn't see that pit trap. I wonder how those kobolds managed to dig a pit so deep without anyone being the wiser."
"I wonder where they found the tiger they placed on the bottom."
The sisters begin to bicker over their favorite adventurers who journeyed through, all who seemed to have died a gruesome and embarrassing death.
"Hello, I'm Mabs," one of the buxom blonde women states as she curtsies in her pink dress.
"And I'm Tabs," the one in the orange dress says as she follows suit.
"And I'm Babs," the third one says, wearing blue.
You introduce yourselves also, and tell of your exploits. The women seem riveted. "Oooh... adventurers! We love adventurers, don't we girls?"
Babs nods, then moves to give the sitting Guy a slow shoulder massage. "I like my men with muscles and swords. Remember Krusk, girls? Now that was a man as strong as an ox." Guy swears he hears Babs sigh in memory.
"But not strong enough to block a hit from an ogre."
"Nor was his armor."
Mabs grabs Thym's hat and playfully rests it on her head as she sits in the quiet warlock's lap and throws an arm around his neck. "I don't like brawn. I prefer my men with brains, like that cute Nebin," she admits while coiling some of Thym's beard in her forefinger and giving him a wink.
"Too smart for his own good. Just because you understand orc, doesn't mean you should show off that you can speak better than them."
"At least we now know orcs hate poetry, even in their own tongue. What? That could be valuable knowledge."
Tabs moves to sit on top of the table, her legs crossed as she faces Carl. "Whatever, girls. I know where my tastes lie. I enjoy a man with some style and a roguish side, like that devilish Gimble. He had the most piercing eyes."
"Too bad his eyes didn't see that pit trap. I wonder how those kobolds managed to dig a pit so deep without anyone being the wiser."
"I wonder where they found the tiger they placed on the bottom."
The sisters begin to bicker over their favorite adventurers who journeyed through, all who seemed to have died a gruesome and embarrassing death.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Renard, disappointed that the beautiful Tabs whose font color is a near match for his lovely russet fur seems to have taken a shining to the halfling, frowns at Carl. Irritated and growing a bit despondent, Ren opts to query the triplets a bit on the demise of their past champions. "Anyone else traipse into town and die a gruesome death, either here or at the Palace? Jozan? Maybe Vadania? Ooh, I know! Tordek?" Renard secretly smiles to himself at the thought of the apparent demise of the Happy Birthdays' premiere rivals.
TheMagician
First Post
Away from the party atmosphere of the street, Samuel looks at the three girls, secretly relieved none of them approached him. For a moment he recalls the girl he left when he joined the 7th Magicians. For a moment he stands lost in thought, remembering the adventures he pulled his magicians through. Professional instincts finally kicking in, however, it dosen't take him long to return to the present: "Well, ladies," he says crisply, "We'll need some information before we take our leave of your establishment. If you could tell us what you could about the palace about a mile off?" He looks at each of the girls in turn, eyes full of confidence and command.
[sblock=OOC] If I need a diplomacy or gather information check to get any information, here's a role in advance: 6, I can add modifiers depending on what's needed. [/sblock]
[sblock=OOC] If I need a diplomacy or gather information check to get any information, here's a role in advance: 6, I can add modifiers depending on what's needed. [/sblock]
Mista Collins
First Post
"Style you say? What kind of style do you like?" Carl says as his clothing alters to exactly whatever Tabs says she likes.
Once the novelty of that little game wears thin, Carl turns to Ren and the others. "Sammy's got a point. We will be needing some information." After a pause Carl turns to the three ladies and finishes with a wink. "Starting with where we can send letters to during our adventure."
Once the novelty of that little game wears thin, Carl turns to Ren and the others. "Sammy's got a point. We will be needing some information." After a pause Carl turns to the three ladies and finishes with a wink. "Starting with where we can send letters to during our adventure."
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
At Renard's words and disgruntled look, Tabs moves towards him and says, "A foxy archer... Do you mind if I toy with your bow?" With a playful look she takes Renard's weapon and plucks the string. "Now what were we talking about again, sisters?"
"He wanted to know about Jozan."
"The holy man?"
"He ran into those goblins with bows. More of a holey man, now."
Mabs frowns, "Tsk, tsk girls. We may be frightening our new heroes, and heroes are what's needed to keep the wicked away. Let's try to be helpful instead of coy."
Babs sighs, "Oh, I hope they are not scared that easy. That would be so disappointing. Most of our stories were learned from the men that gave up and came back down our way. Some heroes! I prefer the victory or death types."
"Still, let's do share some of the rumors we have heard. I'll go first... I have heard one of our own Haven natives, Travis, has gone insane. And he has a pet..."
"I've heard that our cousins, Mirabilis and Candella are lost in the palace. The innocent and lovely dears would be so grateful to be rescued."
"I've listened to gossip that says that the corpses of the dead are fed to appease the white dragon."
"I've eavesdropped on a conversation on a great treasure that lies underneath a statue made of crystal."
"I've listened to someone say that the palace is guarded not only by traps and humanoids, but by stranger things such as monstrous beasts and undead."
"I've heard that the man in black is with the princess."
The ladies get up, then head to the bar and pour themselves drink of their own: Babs a stout, Tabs an ale, and Mabs a wine. Then they sway towards you as they speak once more.
"Well, that's what we heard as rumors, ladies. What about the riddles that we've heard that ring true? There was that tale about the villians three: a woman who is not just a woman, the ogre of skin of blue, and the man who worships crimson chaos."
"There are three seemingly innocent ways of death, the garden of blood, the yellow wall, the greed that causes madness before the end."
"There are three paths to saving Haven: the blade of order, the musician time has forgot, and an enemy that is not an enemy."
The three ladies blink for a moment, as if coming out of a trance, then giggle. "Oh dear... did we just have another of our moments?"
"He wanted to know about Jozan."
"The holy man?"
"He ran into those goblins with bows. More of a holey man, now."
Mabs frowns, "Tsk, tsk girls. We may be frightening our new heroes, and heroes are what's needed to keep the wicked away. Let's try to be helpful instead of coy."
Babs sighs, "Oh, I hope they are not scared that easy. That would be so disappointing. Most of our stories were learned from the men that gave up and came back down our way. Some heroes! I prefer the victory or death types."
"Still, let's do share some of the rumors we have heard. I'll go first... I have heard one of our own Haven natives, Travis, has gone insane. And he has a pet..."
"I've heard that our cousins, Mirabilis and Candella are lost in the palace. The innocent and lovely dears would be so grateful to be rescued."
"I've listened to gossip that says that the corpses of the dead are fed to appease the white dragon."
"I've eavesdropped on a conversation on a great treasure that lies underneath a statue made of crystal."
"I've listened to someone say that the palace is guarded not only by traps and humanoids, but by stranger things such as monstrous beasts and undead."
"I've heard that the man in black is with the princess."
The ladies get up, then head to the bar and pour themselves drink of their own: Babs a stout, Tabs an ale, and Mabs a wine. Then they sway towards you as they speak once more.
"Well, that's what we heard as rumors, ladies. What about the riddles that we've heard that ring true? There was that tale about the villians three: a woman who is not just a woman, the ogre of skin of blue, and the man who worships crimson chaos."
"There are three seemingly innocent ways of death, the garden of blood, the yellow wall, the greed that causes madness before the end."
"There are three paths to saving Haven: the blade of order, the musician time has forgot, and an enemy that is not an enemy."
The three ladies blink for a moment, as if coming out of a trance, then giggle. "Oh dear... did we just have another of our moments?"
Brother Allard
First Post
Guy blinks. And then blinks again.
"Right, then." He turns to his companions and nods toward the door. "Uh, perhaps we should be going. You know... to do that thing. That we have to do. Right now."
He rises and adjusts his rapier back into place. "Thank you ladies. It's been, uh... great." He blinks again, and grins - not very devilishly.
"Right, then." He turns to his companions and nods toward the door. "Uh, perhaps we should be going. You know... to do that thing. That we have to do. Right now."
He rises and adjusts his rapier back into place. "Thank you ladies. It's been, uh... great." He blinks again, and grins - not very devilishly.
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