Johan made his farewells for the night from Odin's, following Nym's slightly overdramatic exit in a cloud of magical sparks. He followed his feet, enjoying the cool breeze ruffling the edges of his coat as the sky continued to leech the leftover light and fade to a deep blue-black. He could feel a chuckle escape his lips as the faint sounds of singing caught his attention, and looking up he saw the sign for the Elfsong Tavern again looming overhead.
"Seems I liked this alehouse a bit more than I had previously thought. Well, the Syndicate dropped me off here before, and they doubtless had some eyes watching us all day before, so what more harm could it do?" he thought, before pushing open the door.
Inside the crowd was much more substantial, a particular group of mercenaries taking up the largest tavern, and looking around aimlessly with stunned expressions as the notes of the ghost's song echoed around the rafters.
Johan made his way over to the bar, and when the half-elf bartender was free, he caught her attention, and said "Lady Elandara, might I trouble you for a question for a moment?"
She cocked her head in curiosity, smiling and nodding, and after she finished drawing the set of thin beers for the table of mercenaries, she made her way over to his booth. He gave her a thin smile, and said "I wonder if I could trouble you a question about an individual I've seen a few times around the...less savory sections of Baldur's Gate; He, or it rather, is a shadowy figure, humanoid in general shape but impossible to clearly make out. Sound familiar by any chance?"
Diplomacy(+16): Rolled 19, so 35.
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Saturday, February 20, 2016
Friday, February 5, 2016
Restless Ghosts
Alternate narrated song
Johan threaded his way through closed market stalls and the occasional late-night merchant before finding himself in front of a tavern. Despite himself, he smiled as he stepped through the threshold under the wood sign that read Elfsong Tavern.
He had heard the stories of the tavern, and suspected the echoes of those stories had taken advantage of his distracted mind to guide his feet towards the establishment. The lilting sound of the unseen ghost wafted through the air, like an intoxicating perfume; It was unexpectedly empty inside, with just a handful of patrons at tables that could seat twoscore more. Apparently the songs of the dead that provided the tavern's namesake were offputting to actually hear.
Johan smiled, unconsciously rubbing the scar that encircled one finger, and listened for a while.
The candles had burned far lower when he stood again, although the witching hour was still some ways off. He strode to the bar, catching the attention of the half-elf bartender. She strode over, and racking his mind Johan finally said "Lady...Elana?"
She smiled, and with a little chuckle shook her head. "Elandara. What will it be, traveler?"
Johan scanned the menu carved into the bar, before one item caught his eye. A plan that had been formulating in drips and drabs in his mind suddenly came into sharp focus. "I'd like to rent one of the rooms upstairs, for, eh, four candles," eyeing the engraved message on the bartop that read
Meeting Room - 1 candle for 1 gold
Loiterers after the last candle has burnt down will be thrown out.
Candles good for about an hour.
She nodded, pulling a quartet of thin beeswax taper candles from a wooden box below the counter, and lighting one from the torch sconce on the wall. She passed him a thin silver key, and nodded towards the upstairs room as he passed her the coins in payment.
"Room is the one on the left at the end of the corridor. Will there be anything else?"
He nodded as something his father had mentioned once floated to the surface. "Are you carrying any coin for House Riopel of Thay?" he muttered. She nodded with a little smile, but he just nodded and returned the smile despite himself.
The ghostsong must be getting to my mind too. He shook his head as he made his way to the meeting room. He lit the lantern on the small room's equally-small table; His darkvision meant it was a waste of good lamp oil, but he'd rather someone saw the light and didn't barge in before his hours were up.
I have to find that bastard earlier; He knew me, recognized me, and if word gets back to the rest of house Riopel, father will send every damn vryloka hunter coin can buy to bring my head back in a sack.
He clicked open the tiny window, careful to oil it with a drip from the lantern so it merely whispered open. Catching sight of the thin sliver of moon overhead, Johan grinned, no humor in this sharp-toothed smile.
Gods be damned, wherever they are: It's about time for a hunt.
He slid through the window and onto the roof, before making his way to an adjacent alley, and melting into the city to find his quarry.
OOC: Alright, Johan's going to try and track down the little smarmy guy from earlier. Going to do a Streetwise and Perception, but let me know if there's a different check that would be appropriate to find the debt collector guy:
Streetwise (+17): Rolled 17, so 34.
Perception (+11): Rolled a 3, so 14.
Stealth while doing so (+12): Rolled an 11, so 23.
Johan threaded his way through closed market stalls and the occasional late-night merchant before finding himself in front of a tavern. Despite himself, he smiled as he stepped through the threshold under the wood sign that read Elfsong Tavern.
He had heard the stories of the tavern, and suspected the echoes of those stories had taken advantage of his distracted mind to guide his feet towards the establishment. The lilting sound of the unseen ghost wafted through the air, like an intoxicating perfume; It was unexpectedly empty inside, with just a handful of patrons at tables that could seat twoscore more. Apparently the songs of the dead that provided the tavern's namesake were offputting to actually hear.
Johan smiled, unconsciously rubbing the scar that encircled one finger, and listened for a while.
The candles had burned far lower when he stood again, although the witching hour was still some ways off. He strode to the bar, catching the attention of the half-elf bartender. She strode over, and racking his mind Johan finally said "Lady...Elana?"
She smiled, and with a little chuckle shook her head. "Elandara. What will it be, traveler?"
Johan scanned the menu carved into the bar, before one item caught his eye. A plan that had been formulating in drips and drabs in his mind suddenly came into sharp focus. "I'd like to rent one of the rooms upstairs, for, eh, four candles," eyeing the engraved message on the bartop that read
Meeting Room - 1 candle for 1 gold
Loiterers after the last candle has burnt down will be thrown out.
Candles good for about an hour.
She nodded, pulling a quartet of thin beeswax taper candles from a wooden box below the counter, and lighting one from the torch sconce on the wall. She passed him a thin silver key, and nodded towards the upstairs room as he passed her the coins in payment.
"Room is the one on the left at the end of the corridor. Will there be anything else?"
He nodded as something his father had mentioned once floated to the surface. "Are you carrying any coin for House Riopel of Thay?" he muttered. She nodded with a little smile, but he just nodded and returned the smile despite himself.
The ghostsong must be getting to my mind too. He shook his head as he made his way to the meeting room. He lit the lantern on the small room's equally-small table; His darkvision meant it was a waste of good lamp oil, but he'd rather someone saw the light and didn't barge in before his hours were up.
I have to find that bastard earlier; He knew me, recognized me, and if word gets back to the rest of house Riopel, father will send every damn vryloka hunter coin can buy to bring my head back in a sack.
He clicked open the tiny window, careful to oil it with a drip from the lantern so it merely whispered open. Catching sight of the thin sliver of moon overhead, Johan grinned, no humor in this sharp-toothed smile.
Gods be damned, wherever they are: It's about time for a hunt.
He slid through the window and onto the roof, before making his way to an adjacent alley, and melting into the city to find his quarry.
OOC: Alright, Johan's going to try and track down the little smarmy guy from earlier. Going to do a Streetwise and Perception, but let me know if there's a different check that would be appropriate to find the debt collector guy:
Streetwise (+17): Rolled 17, so 34.
Perception (+11): Rolled a 3, so 14.
Stealth while doing so (+12): Rolled an 11, so 23.
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