Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[Autumn]

"Let's step outside," Kae says, tossing the component in one hand. "At any rate we can save our kind bartender some more property damage," she chuckles. "And we need to be on the street for what I have in mind. If I could get three or four of you to come along, that would be just perfect. More would probably spoil things."

That said she makes for the door, trusting that she'll have some backup following her out. Once in the streets she'll stop for a second to explain her plan, such as it is. "There's no time for anything elaborate. We could have company any time now. So here's how it is: I'm a damsel in distress, wandering down the street with this thing in my hand looking lost and confused." She hands her spear to the nearest person for safekeeping, realizing it doesn't really fit the part. "About twenty paces behind me there are going to be some drunkards going home from a night out - but they have nothing to do with me, alright? They haven't even noticed me, they're singing songs and having a good time. When our friends come looking, they'll think they've struck lucky: I'll be easy pickings. I'll have to trust your judgment to know when to drop the drunk act and move in. Try to give me a minute to work on them first, as long as they don't get rough or anything. Sound like a plan?"


[sblock=OOC] Hope it's okay that I hijacked a spot on the team and the leadership position. If anyone's got any issues with it then speak up OOC and we can try to come to a better IC solution to satisfy everybody. [/sblock]

 

[Bront]

The final messenger has looped through and is now playing the message for a third time -- the quality has again degraded.
It continues to replay over and over again.
Also, the wings stopped twitching.

It'll go in your pack, but while the sound has degraded, it's not lost any volume. So your pack will be making funny noises.

Might I suggest taking this to the adventure thread then?

 

[Paranoia833]

"Drunkards? Well I'm not much of an actor, but if Brews could give me another on the house... oh!" It's hard to tell if Ambra's serious or attempting to make a joke, reagrdless, she stops halfway as a sudden realisation hits her. She takes the makeshift necklace/amulet round her neck off and places it over Kae's head before she has time to argue.

"Take Brye, if things start to go sour he can tell me and we can come rushing in. That way we won't even have to be in eyeshot of you and won't have to worry about getting spotted." Ambra grins impishly, pointedly ignoring the chorus of indignant whining going on in her head.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Silvanon trudges slowly through the meandering streets and alleys of Sharn. He had heard from some old contacts in the underworld of a tavern that had good ale on tap. He needed that right now. His last job blew up in his face and he has been running for his life since then.

The elf pushed back the hood of his cloak and looked up at the sign above the door. "Tower Shard" -- this is the place, and his weary legs led him to the door. As he was about to open the door, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

"What the..."

Spot check (1d20+3=17)

Silvanon heard the crash of the glass pane, and the shrieks from inside. He opened the door to the tavern, and stepped inside. As his eyes adjusted to the darker environs inside, he noticed nearly all the patrons were hiding behind or underneath something. He then noticed a small crowd gathering near where the object that smashed through the window.

Keeping an eye on the crowd, he maneuvered his way to the bar to get his drink, while keeping an ear trained onto what was happening.

He notices a fine looking lass detailing plans to some onlookers while handing a spear back and forth. He walks closer to get a better view of the situation. Casually meandering in the tavern crowd, Silvanon takes long swigs of his ale, feeling better almost immediately.

However, he thinks in the back of his mind that he is getting low on silver, and is not wanting to alert anyone to his presence in Sharn, so contacting his house or the local guild for any work right now seems like a very bad idea. This object that came through the window might be worth something, at least whoever had it may have some gold that could buoy his finances for awhile.

[sblock=OOC]
Silvanon is ready and willing to accompany any party that sets out looking for the former owner of the contraption. He is down on his luck and in need of money.

If there already are 4-6 people willing to go, he can nurse his sorrows at the tavern waiting for other fish to appear.

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[Kaodi]

Considering his options, Veyk decides that perhaps he can participate in this little act, and if things get too crowded, well, he can always come back inside.

He carefully checks his gear over once more, and changes the colour of a cloak to a faded red. Drawing his cloak around him, his features soon follow suit, as he slims down and shrinks a few inches. Skin darkens, hair becomes straight and shoulder-length, turning to coal black. Eyes turn to a very pale blue, with a hint of violet. Soon, there is only a bleary-eyed looking khoravar.

He unsteadily walks toward the door, leaning slightly on the frame as he heads out to meet with Ambra and Kae.

" Quitesh the partay, eh, ladiesh? " he asks, slurring his speech. " I thinksh ol' Shedar needsh to go home and catch a shnoozhe... "

Putting his arm around Ambra shoulders, he gives her a friendly shake, and says, " You, uh... knowsh any goodsh walking songsh? I feelsh an urge to sing coming uponsh me. "

 

[RavensPath]

That said she makes for the door, trusting that she'll have some backup following her out. Once in the streets she'll stop for a second to explain her plan, such as it is. "There's no time for anything elaborate. We could have company any time now. So here's how it is: I'm a damsel in distress, wandering down the street with this thing in my hand looking lost and confused." She hands her spear to the nearest person for safekeeping, realizing it doesn't really fit the part. "About twenty paces behind me there are going to be some drunkards going home from a night out - but they have nothing to do with me, alright? They haven't even noticed me, they're singing songs and having a good time. When our friends come looking, they'll think they've struck lucky: I'll be easy pickings. I'll have to trust your judgment to know when to drop the drunk act and move in. Try to give me a minute to work on them first, as long as they don't get rough or anything. Sound like a plan?"

Following Kae outside and listening to her plan he quickly agrees to it. "It sounds just fine to me. We play drunk, you get attacked and beat on them for a bit, then we swoop in and clean up whatever you didn't get done."

Heart beating in his chest Lorinal could feel the 'beast' in him wanting to get out. Taking a deep breath he tries to get it under control.

 

[JRYoung]

Rethlin follows the others into the street. Listening to the plan he nods. "I'm not much of an actor, but I'll give this a try". He keeps his shield on his left arm and puts his cloak around him (over everything) donning the hood as well. He then will fall in line behind the others and attempt to stagger down the street.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Silvanon quickly finishes his ale, purposely spilling some on his cloak, then moves outside with the other drunken players.

"Ho there, hope you don't mind if I tag along?" He says to the others.

 

[ajanders]

Kae walks out the door and into this thread:
http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=3509227&posted=1#post3509227

Everyone else can follow along when they're ready.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Khuther Qbyer

Khuther has disappeared for some minutes... when he gets back he has his backpack on his back and staff in hand. From the backpack you can hear Khuther's Toad settling in.
He looks at the door and sees many of the ale drinking costumer leave following the lady with the cleavage into the jungle of towers in Sharn...

He snaps his finger again and his predistigitation empties his bottle of wine into his glass 'seems im staying here for now bartender' 'sell me another bottle please' Khuther drops a coin on the table for the bottle and starts reading a detective story scroll.