Sinister Spire (Group 2)(Orsal Judging)

Knight Otu

Visitor
(Pretty sure the potion would have been mine, not that it changes much. We just need to clear up who has to strike off their potion.)

"I suppose you could say a katara is a bit like a catlike halfling... or gnome? One of those small people so common here. Well, in Orussus." Semabin kind-of nods. Despite not being the best for the task, he scans the surroundings for hostile activity from the inhabitants.
 

orsal

LEW Judge
Aside from a little staring, there is no sign of anybody paying any attention, hostile or otherwise, to you.
 

jkason

Visitor
Eanos, human monk

As all of the immediate inhabitants appear to skittish to allow him to speak with them, Eanos nods at the suggestion of a bar. "Any common room should do." With that he turns his attention to finding just such a place.

[sblock=OOC]I went ahead and took the potion off Eanos' sheet, since he offered, as well. No worries either way. Let me know if you want to swap that.

Also, orsal: did we get XP from our initial Kobold encounter? I can't seem to find a post with that in it, and don't appear to have made any notes about it on Eanos' sheet, either.[/sblock]
 

Knight Otu

Visitor
(I don't think there's much of a reason to swap, then.)

"I'm not sure what passes as a bar around here, but I'd say that's a good idea." Semabin nods, starting to look for one now.
 

orsal

LEW Judge
Also, orsal: did we get XP from our initial Kobold encounter? I can't seem to find a post with that in it, and don't appear to have made any notes about it on Eanos' sheet, either.
Looking back... It seems I never did XP for that. Thanks for reminding me. I'll catch up on when I get a chance. Meanwhile, to advance the game...

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.
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
"Zaht vood be goot plat to look" Says Pendrake, oblifious to the obviousness of his statement. He checks all of his belongings, seeing as he has already been pickpocketed once.
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Pendrake klicks his heasl together and bows to Seabin and gives an 'after you ' gesture. "Vee place best foot first"
 

jkason

Visitor
Eanos, human monk

Eanos stood, almost hypnotized by the amalgamation of lights, smells, and sounds rising up in the middle of their morose surroundings. It took him a moment to shake himself free of the reaction, though he quickly followed his fellows inside.

"Barkeeps tend to be a central gossip source, it seems to me. Might as well ask him or one of the wait staff. And maybe they have something edible before we have to face whatever trouble those we've been sent for are in."
 

orsal

LEW Judge
You all enter the building, which turns out to be in many ways much like you'd expect from a tavern on the surface, although with a slightly sinister vibe. Perhaps it's the inhabitants, a similar mix of humanoid races to what you saw on the street, including a few you don't recognize. Perhaps it's the bartender and servers, completely covered in white hooded cloaks expect for an opening around the eyes.
There are a 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. 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 of (his? her? its?) cloaked arm.

[sblock=Spot DC 13]Underneath the white hood, where you'd expect to see eyes surrounded by a piece of face, you see holes surrounded by a piece of skull.[/sblock]
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
1d20=12

Pendrake thinks he sees something but, then maybe not... after a bit of thought, he deturmines that he really saw naught.
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
One of the servers invites you to sit with a sweeping wave of (his? her? its?) cloaked arm.
Pendrake looks for an empty table and heads toward it (preferably one near the edge.)
 

jkason

Visitor
Eanos, human monk

Eanos' brow furrows a moment as the server bids them enter, but he shrugs to his companions and leads them to sit at the server's behest. He waits until it's gone before he whispers to his companions, "I believe they are undead"

[sblock=OOC]Spot check. (1d20+15=17)[/sblock]
 

Scott DeWar

Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
Eanos' brow furrows a moment as the server bids them enter, but he shrugs to his companions and leads them to sit at the server's behest. He waits until it's gone before he whispers to his companions, "I believe they are undead"

[sblock=OOC]Spot check. (1d20+15=17)[/sblock]
Pendrake's hand moves to his sword and his eyes get as big as saucers
 

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