Sinister Spire (Group 2)(Orsal Judging)

[Knight Otu]

Semabin shrugs and enters the building.

 

[jkason]

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."

 

[Scott DeWar]

Pendrake follows the others, cautiously looking about as he enters.

 

[orsal]

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]

1d20=12

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

 

[Knight Otu]

(Spot check (1d20-1=2))

Far too overwhelmed to by the details to filter out anything important, Semabin looks to his companions as if to check whether they think should follow the server's invitation.

 

[Scott DeWar]

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]

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]

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

 

[Knight Otu]

"Undead? That's odd. I guess some undead enjoy taverns, then." Semabin whispers.