The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Elves?!
The thug calls in awe and lowers his tone immidiatly.
What should we do? I don’t think we can oppose the magic users …
The thug says and for the first time you can hear a little concern in the brute's voice.
We can take the Pander Ben and sail away or leave by land and take this guy with us as a reassurance

 

[Drowned Hero]

The strange elf gives Troth a funny look, but he doesn't stay to chat. He turns away, cloak swirling in the harbor breeze, and calls back as he disappears into the night with his fellows

Troth frowns as the elf vanishes into the night...

"hello Troth, sorry if I worried you but, I had to get out for a bit. "

Troth turns and pads Denther on the shoulder 'seems like we are in deep troubles my friend' 'that guy just told me that we must flee Tortilla by dawn or something bad is going to hapend to us... some Saeleine is about to arrive he said... he wouldn't explain more, so the best thing we can do is hurry up and get back to the others and warn them. We need to gather our strenghts' 'follow me' Troth turns the way he came and heads back as fast he can, to the tavern where the rest of the group is.

 

[Mallak]

Elves?!

Everyone in the room turns to stare at the group in the corner. A moment later, conversations resume, but Colmarr thought he saw, from the corner of his eye, someone slip out the front door.

I don’t think we can oppose the magic users …

"No, you cannot. Surrender or be caught up in peril. I can promise naught, which means not a lot, but we've your lives all strapped over a barrel."

Naomi, who has stayed well back until now, steps forward. She faces the bard with a calm stare. "No. I've had enough surrendering." The bard's eyes go wide, staring at the little girl. Thin, lyrical lips move as the minstrel's jaw opens and shuts, but no sound issues forth. The eyes of the two are locked together, neither blinking nor looking away. Naomi is utterly calm, while the musician can't seem to stop gaping like a fish.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Mag cringes as Grondar unintentionally calls the room's attention to the group, only slightly mollified when the crowd appears to go back to its business.

Naomi, who has stayed well back until now, steps forward. She faces the bard with a calm stare. "No. I've had enough surrendering." The bard's eyes go wide, staring at the little girl. Thin, lyrical lips move as the minstrel's jaw opens and shuts, but no sound issues forth. The eyes of the two are locked together, neither blinking nor looking away. Naomi is utterly calm, while the musician can't seem to stop gaping like a fish.

Mag's eyebrows knit together as he watches the tableau. He looks to Colmarr, unsure how to proceed. He's known something was ... different about the girl for quite some time. As it seems their charge has dropped her feigned naivety, Mag decides to be direct, as well.

"Obviously, you two know one another," he says. "And it's a tale I'm keen to hear, but perhaps not in public." He looks about furtively. "We may well stay to fight, but I think we want to be near the ship. I'm all for perilous tricks, but a good magician always has a contingency plan for getting out of his predicament if things go South.

"I want to give a word of warning to our friends here--they deserve that much. Can you use your whisper-sending to alert Mistress Wendette on our way out? Perhaps we can offer she and her daughter a place on our ship should it come to our needing to fly."

 

[unleashed]

Everyone in the room turns to stare at the group in the corner. A moment later, conversations resume, but Colmarr thought he saw, from the corner of his eye, someone slip out the front door.

"No, you cannot. Surrender or be caught up in peril. I can promise naught, which means not a lot, but we've your lives all strapped over a barrel."

Naomi, who has stayed well back until now, steps forward. She faces the bard with a calm stare. "No. I've had enough surrendering." The bard's eyes go wide, staring at the little girl. Thin, lyrical lips move as the minstrel's jaw opens and shuts, but no sound issues forth. The eyes of the two are locked together, neither blinking nor looking away. Naomi is utterly calm, while the musician can't seem to stop gaping like a fish.

His gaze drifting to the door for a brief moment as he considers whether his eyes are playing tricks, Colmarr grins when Naomi steps forward and confronts the bard, apparently not surprised in the least by the change in her demeanor.

“Well, while I’m enjoying the look on our troublesome friend’s face, I believe we’d best get moving if we’re going, as Grondar’s inadvertent shout may have alerted someone else that we’ve got an idea of what’s going on, as I think I just saw someone slip out the front door. So grab our friend here if you don’t mind Grondar, as although I doubt he’ll provide any protection if we’re stopped, he might have some more information.”

"I want to give a word of warning to our friends here--they deserve that much. Can you use your whisper-sending to alert Mistress Wendette on our way out? Perhaps we can offer she and her daughter a place on our ship should it come to our needing to fly."[/color]

He then turns to Magyar. “Well, I could Magyar, but I think your face might convey the urgency and danger of the situation a little more clearly than a few mysterious words coming out of nowhere. Of course, I doubt that Mistress Wendette herself will leave, but I imagine she’ll send her daughter with us.”

 

[Mallak]

Naomi seems to ignore the words of the folks around her, staring intently at the bard, who can do nothing but gape back. Mouth hanging open, the bard seems to be unsuccessfully attempting to gasp for breath. The musician's fair face and angular cheekbones are turning blue, and the slender body is shuddering like a struck branch.

 

[mps42]

Denther

"invasion?! By Elves? What else can get in the way." Denther mutters quietly and then follows troth as quickly as he can.

 

[Jdvn1]

Malachi's eyes turn wide as he see what's happening to the crazed bard. He grabs Naomi and tries to speak in a stern but hushed tone, "Stop it! We need to know why the Elves are coming to invade, how much time we have, and how we can save the townspeople. You're not here to hurt anyone." Malachi is obviously still a bit confused, and is trying to gather information before deciding anything further. "You don't have to surrender, but you shouldn't lower yourself to their level if you can help it."

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

He then turns to Magyar. “Well, I could Magyar, but I think your face might convey the urgency and danger of the situation a little more clearly than a few mysterious words coming out of nowhere. Of course, I doubt that Mistress Wendette herself will leave, but I imagine she’ll send her daughter with us.”

Mag nods. "One pack of convincing, coming up," he says, heading across the room to find their host or her daughter, and whispering to whichever one he gets to first, "There's trouble coming. Big trouble. 'a burning tavern would look like a mere match' kind of trouble."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

OK, on your feet … com'on, stand up and stop staring at the little girl, it's not a freak show and she is not one of Mrs. Hunny bunny girls.
With a painful pull, Grondar tries to raise the choking bard to his feet and push him to the door. The thug holds the man tightly in the arm, ready to punch if necessary.