Welcome to Baldur's Gate, a veritable nest of rats and vipers clinging to the rocky slopes overlooking the Chionthar River. From their high perches in the Upper City, the local nobles—known as patriars—gaze down with veiled contempt upon the common rabble in the grimy Lower City, which hugs the foggy harbor. The whole of Baldur's Gate reeks of blood, crime, and opportunity. One can easily fathom why pirates and traders are drawn to this place like flies to a carcass.

Following the river farther east would eventually lead you to Elturel, capital of the holy land of Elturgard—or at least that was the case until a few days ago. The flood of refugees from Elturel has gotten worse since news first arrived that the city has fallen. Everyone is saying Baldur's Gate is next, but no one truly knows who or what has claimed Elturel.

The patriars pay a mercenary army called the Flaming Fist to protect their interests in Baldur's Gate, and by extension, the city itself. The Flaming Fist has gained even more power since their charismatic leader, Ulder Ravengard, claimed the title of Grand Duke a few years ago. Apparently, Ravengard is missing. In his absence, the Flaming Fist has sealed the city's gates to staunch the flow of refugees. No one is allowed in or out.

All of this was brought to your attention shortly after you were drafted by the Flaming Fist to help defend the city. Your orders are to speak to Captain Zodge at the Basilisk Gate, which pierces the city's eastern wall and takes its name from the various statues that rest in its niches and perch atop its battlements. Unseen beyond the sealed Basilisk Gate, a dirt road stretches through the Outer City slums to the bridge known as Wyrm's Crossing, then to distant realms beyond.

Dozens of Flaming Fist soldiers are trying to control an angry mob of commoners eager to leave the city. Armed with only a vague description of Captain Zodge—a tall man with long black hair and a leather eye patch—it takes you a while to find him. A fight breaks out between soldiers and commoners, and you finally spot the one-eyed captain as he wades into the fray and begins throwing punches. Just another day in the City of Blood.

Basilisk Gate

Flaming Fists

A stout dwarf appears below the Basilisk Gate and takes a moment to survey the scene. He is clad in leather and meticulously linked mail, with bare arms and a padded leather apron cinched around his ample middle. His arms and apron are singed and scarred; he carries a massive hammer in a loop at his belt, a finely wrought shield across his back, and a cask of ale under his arm. His hair is wild, his skin weathered, and his look one of resolve and slight impatience. He spots the mercenary captain wading into the melee and bellows across the crowd, "Zodge! ZODGE!"

Remembering the man's rank and humanity's relatively short lives, he mutters under his breath-- "How quickly they promote these impulsive younglings!"-- and heads off into the brawl using his shield as a plow blade to part the crowd. "Captain! Captain, a word!" When he reaches the man, he introduces himself in a gravelly growl: "Vigg Hammerhand, Captain. I've brought us a fine cask to share once we've sorted out this mob. And I'm not alone, either... I'm told there are others sent down to join us."
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The Captain looks in your direction and says, "Aye Dwarf a bit busy at the moment. Perhaps you can put that shield of yours to some use and help us keep these folks in line. After things are calmed we can chat."


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    On the other side of the crowed there was a tired Dragonborn solider Paladin.The crowd stay clear for him, because he look intimidating with his dirty beating armor and shield on his back. Scales are black as a unpolished gemstone,scars all over his tail and a large scare on his left eye. Eyes of the goodish color and teeth,flaws sharp as knifes.

    As he spotted the Captain though the crowd because of his 6'7" height. He started to make his way though the crowd on the corner of his eye, He spot a Dwarf plowing through the crowd with using his shield. The Paladin solider started to laugh as he make his way to the captain pushing people to the side and other are moving out of the way with fear. When finally get to the captain he pound his fist at his chest and say "captain my name is First Lieutenant Silvery Stone sir. Do you need help controlling the crowd sir"
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Perched atop the gate, unnoticed among the statues, Qrurr, briefly unwraps the leather straps from his lower legs. He glances at the brilliant inscribed metal bracer on his left ankle and blinks rapidly wondering if he made the right decision. He quickly re-wraps before unfolding his brilliant red flight wings and swooping into the fray 30 feet from Captain Zodge. He casually slashes the throats of a few would-be-assailants on the way.

Struggling with human language he regretfully says, "I am Qrurr. What are your orders?"

At the arrival of the bird man amongst their number slaughtering civilians a panic arises and the throng pushes in on the guard more frantically.

"Archers aim for that thing and bring it down." Yells the Captain.

OOC: If you would like to use a skill or attribute to assist crowd control or control the situation describe how you attempt to do so, roll a d20 and add either your skill modifier or attribute modifier on how you think that skill or attribute should be applied.

Vigg ducks as the avian swoops down. "Moradin's beard! You don't see that every day!" He secures his cask of ale and uses his shield to press back against the surging crowd. "Before you pincushion that thing, Captain, I think it just reported for duty." He turns his back on the grizzled soldier and begins bellowing as only a drunken dwarf can, "Back to your homes, citizens! The gate is sealed, the guard has turned out, and the birdmen are coming!"

[OoC]: Attack action to attempt a Shove... Athletics check 24 (natural 20-- look out, peasants!). Vigg's Str is opposed by their Str or Dex; they fall prone or get pushed back 5' if he wins. Intimidation check to see if he can thin out the crowd a bit.

21:32, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 24 using 1d20+4 ((20)). Athletics.
21:39, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 18 using 1d20+3 ((15)). Intimidation.
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At just under 3 ft I’m tall for a rock gnome but how am I supposed to find this Zodge guy when all I see is knees. The mayhem of Basilisk Gate is starting to wear on me when a shield wielding dwarf yelling for the very man I am looking for knocks me over, quickly gathering my tool satchel I fall into his wake. Thankful for the dwarfs help I find myself at the feet of Zodge, he is tall and looks to be very preoccupied. I wait for the opportunity to catch the attention of the captain. Ducking as a winged man swoops overhead, a drop of blood from the beasts claw falls at at my feet.

Attempting to race a volley of arrows before they are unleashed, Qrurr tries to quickly land and navigate through the battle to the Captain to restate that he is awaiting orders.


[OoC] 17:17, Yesterday: Qrurr rolled 10 using 1d20. +3 Dexterity
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The Captain says, "These are civilians we are trying to control them not kill them. A heavy hand is one thing out right death dealing is another. Help control the crowd or I will meet you at the barracks just inside the gate."

Vigg uses he Stout Dwarven body to help the guards push the fleeing civilians into an orderly withdrawal out from the gate.

Fights break out between guards and civilians. You note that the civilians are beaten and robbed when they directly attack the guards.

Soon things calm as those trying to leave the city do so in a more orderly fashion. With his job seen to the Captain signals all of you toward the barracks. "The refugee crisis," says Captain Zodge, "has stoked fears that Baldur's Gate might suffer the same fate as Elturel, of which nothing remains but a hole in the ground, apparently. Our grand duke, Ulder Ravengard, was visiting Elturel on a diplomatic mission when the city was destroyed. Coincidence? I think not.

"The knights of Elturgard call themselves Hellriders. A few of them escaped the destruction and think we're somehow to blame for Elturel's downfall. What a bunch of self-righteous rabble-rousers! We're arresting them on sight, but that's left us shorthanded to deal with another problem. For that, I need your help."

"Baldur's Gate has long been plagued by followers of the Dead Three—the gods Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul. I thought we had wiped them out, but apparently not. These purveyors of fear and death are taking advantage of the current crisis to commit murder sprees throughout the city. As my appointed deputies in this matter, you'll have license to kill these wretches on sight. Find their lair, and wipe it out. Eliminate anyone who gets in your way, and don't worry about collateral damage.

"If you do what I say, I'll see that you each receive two hundred gold pieces in addition to my gratitude, which is worth considerably more.

"A few blocks from the Basilisk Gate is Elfsong Tavern. A spy named Tarina hangs out there, gathering rumors for the Guild. She owes me a favor, so tell her you work for me. Ask her what she knows about the Dead Three. And, for the love of Balduran, be nice. Tarina has dangerous friends."

The Captain says, "These are civilians we are trying to control them not kill them. A heavy hand is one thing out right death dealing is another. Help control the crowd or I will meet you at the barracks just inside the gate."

Vigg uses he Stout Dwarven body to help the guards push the fleeing civilians into an orderly withdrawal out from the gate.

Fights break out between guards and civilians. You note that the civilians are beaten and robbed when they directly attack the guards.

Soon things calm as those trying to leave the city do so in a more orderly fashion. With his job seen to the Captain signals all of you toward the barracks. "The refugee crisis," says Captain Zodge, "has stoked fears that Baldur's Gate might suffer the same fate as Elturel, of which nothing remains but a hole in the ground, apparently. Our grand duke, Ulder Ravengard, was visiting Elturel on a diplomatic mission when the city was destroyed. Coincidence? I think not.

"The knights of Elturgard call themselves Hellriders. A few of them escaped the destruction and think we're somehow to blame for Elturel's downfall. What a bunch of self-righteous rabble-rousers! We're arresting them on sight, but that's left us shorthanded to deal with another problem. For that, I need your help."

"Baldur's Gate has long been plagued by followers of the Dead Three—the gods Bane, Bhaal, and Myrkul. I thought we had wiped them out, but apparently not. These purveyors of fear and death are taking advantage of the current crisis to commit murder sprees throughout the city. As my appointed deputies in this matter, you'll have license to kill these wretches on sight. Find their lair, and wipe it out. Eliminate anyone who gets in your way, and don't worry about collateral damage.

"If you do what I say, I'll see that you each receive two hundred gold pieces in addition to my gratitude, which is worth considerably more.

"A few blocks from the Basilisk Gate is Elfsong Tavern. A spy named Tarina hangs out there, gathering rumors for the Guild. She owes me a favor, so tell her you work for me. Ask her what she knows about the Dead Three. And, for the love of Balduran, be nice. Tarina has dangerous friends."

I follow the dwarf and the captain through the crowd struggling to hear and keep up. The Dead Three and it’s disciples sound horrid, wiping them out will be a pleasure, the promise of gold only sweetens the deal. As the noise of the crowd lessen I get the attention of my new comrades, “let’s find Effsong and the spy, I need a beer and some quiet doesn’t sound bad either”

Vigg fixes Captain Zodge with a level gaze. "If the first order of business is making Baldur's Gate safer for its folk, you can count me in... so long as it doesn't include beating and robbing panicked peasants." He frowns and furrows his brow at that. "The followers of the Dead Three won't know what hit them. But you're arresting Hellriders? Wouldn't it make more sense to recruit them? Assuming whatever consumed Elturel may well head this way next, I assume you'd make common cause with them. But what business of mine is it what the Flaming Fist does?"

When Vigg spots the gnome, he claps him on the shoulder. "If it isn't my old friend the Screw-Smith! A finer tinker there never was. Will you help me empty this cask if Captain Zodge isn't up to it? And who else will join this band? There's enough for all to share..." He looks around at the gathering of unlikely allies.
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“Vigg! You old dog, I didn’t recognize you in all the ruckus” I embrace the dwarf. “I would be happy to help you with the Cask. Let’s get to the tavern and out of this madness”

"I wasn't aware that these...hmm, landborn oafs were worth anything more than carrion for scavengers to bicker over."

*clicks slowly followed by a downward whistling sound, pure black eyes quickly dart to Vigg and Screw*

"I don't care for taverns. I'll follow you."

The Captain says, "Hellriders are religious zealots. We can not recruit the likes of them. Our goals do not align. They do belong in prison."

With that you agree to the Captains Terms and head East from Basilisk Gate to the Elfsong Tavern.

No wise person walks the streets of Baldur's Gate or enters one of its taverns without a weapon or an armed escort. Anyone who has lived in the city for more than a tenday knows this from experience. Taverns might appear safe at a glance, but they are among the most dangerous places in Baldur's Gate—full of alcohol, tempting coin, and unscrupulous people. Volothamp Geddarm, a notorious raconteur known for his tavern reviews, encapsulates his Baldur's Gate experience as "hard on the stomach, especially when someone sticks a knife in there." Customers are expected to look after themselves when fights break out, and one shouldn't expect any help or sympathy from the Flaming Fist. Tavern murders are common, and usually end with the poor victim being dragged away and either left in an alley (to be picked clean by urchins, then eaten by rats) or tossed in the harbor.

From time to time, the disembodied voice of a female elf fills the tavern with a melancholy song, giving the establishment its name. The ballad isn't loud enough to disrupt conversation, but most patrons stop speaking when the elfsong begins, then resume only after it ends. Many customers frequent the tavern in the hopes of hearing it. Those who speak Elvish can understand the lyrics, which lament an unnamed lover lost at sea. No one is sure how the spirit came to haunt the tavern, just as no one can predict when it will sing again. There are dozens of patrons filling the place.

Vigg swaggers into the tavern, orders a meal, and pays a concession to the barman to tap his cask and pour a round. He leaves an extra pint for the manager to sample his brew with the offer of a larger batch, then heads to a table where he can watch the room. He kicks out a stool for the tinker, eyes the door for the dragonborn, and waits to see what kind of scene the birdman will cause. He decides to await the others and to give Tarina a chance to find him on her terms before he starts asking around for her.

Having finished my travels to gain knowledge and understanding of the land, I finally make my way to the tavern looking for some fellowship and adventure. A Dragonborn wizard wearing rune covered black robes, I swing open the door to see what awaits inside...

No one seems to pay attention to the dwarf and the gnome when they enter. But all eyes turn toward the door when three dragonborn and an aarakocra enter the tavern. As the manager samples the brew poured for him by Vigg some of it dribbles out onto his chest and he fumbles out the words, "We don't w-w-w-want any any trouble ok-okay guys."

With a pint in hand and a stool to sit on I breath a slight sigh and catch up with Vig while we wait for our comrade and the spy.

Following the gaze of the tavern patrons I jump at the sight in the door way. Turning to Vig I ask what he knows about the others in our party and if the four entering are friend or foe.

The gnome ask a question to his dwarven compatriot and then realizes that they have no description of the person they are suppose to find all they have to go on is a name Tarina. As he sits and contemplates this he hears several bits of conversation.

"I'll bet my last copper piece that those so-called refugees are advanced scouts for an army that's preparing to attack Baldur's Gate!"

"The Flaming Fist is decapitated. The captains have already started bickering over who should be in charge with Ulder Ravengard gone."


"With Ravengard out of the way, who'll be the next grand duke, I wonder? My money's on Thalamra Vanthampur. Practically born in the sewers, she was, and more vicious than a swarm of rats."

Qrurr enters Elfsong and quickly surveys the room. Taking note of the manager's unease and the shiftless gaze of the other patrons, Qrurr responds for all to hear, "I intend no trouble nor do I welcome any."

Qrurr sits near Vigg and Captain Screwdriver Head. "I have little taste for goldhorder refreshments but am more than curious to see if this swill is half as palatable as you claim, Dwarf".

Vigg watches the ripples of emotion wash over the room when the party arrives, noting any undue hostility or excessive interest. Then he signals to the unusual band and leans over toward Screw. "Well, you and I won't need to watch our behavior on this outing. We could wear brass bells and nothing else and nobody would look twice!"

When Qrurr arrives, Vigg gamely slings him a pint. "I've never brewed for your breed before, but I'll drink to your health and welcome your thoughts nonetheless. If it's not to your liking, I'll brew you a special batch if we survive this job. To us!" He sloshes most of his beer into his mouth, with a fair bit draining into his beard as well.

When the dragonborn arrive, Vigg leans back to take in the sight, then rounds up three more mugs. "And you lads... I'm sure you get this all the time, but are you kin? Or just travel together? At any rate, it's a rare sight. At least if our friend knew we were coming, she surely knows we're here!"

[OoC]: 23:19, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 12 using 1d20+4. Perception. Anyone extra shady watching our crew?

Also, maybe some intros? I'd especially like to get the dragonborn straight from the start or I'll keep screwing it up. Is it two paladins and a wizard?

One of the Dragonborn Paladin say to the manager "We are not look for trouble unless someone want trouble"Laugh very loudly. Me and my friends are look for a Dwarf and a gnome Captain Zodge told use they would be here.

Taken off-guard by Vigg's enthusiastic hospitality, Qrurr cautiously sips from his stein. He makes a somewhat delighted chirp. "It's certainty no Nyanzaru tej, Dwarf, but it's far more refreshing than Kumis. I don't mind it."

Qrurr continues to drink and survey the room.
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The Dragon people and the bird man settle in at the table and have their share of the dwarves barrel. Things seem to go back to normal but there are many glances thrown at the table and other patrons just stare at the table. Murmurs start to make the rounds of the tavern. You can catch a bit of what is being said.

"Dragon cults."

"Someone is trying to oust the Flaming Fist."

Is this what brought about the destruction of Elturel."

Still you have no description of the individual you are supposed to meet just the name.

[OoC] Are there any gaming tables specifically Three-Dragon Ante?

Upstairs lit lanterns hang from the rafters in this windowless room. Rugs cover the wooden floor and help dampen the noise from drunken patrons gathered around two large tables, eating and playing games of Baldur's Bones.

*murmurs to the group*

I've always found that landborns who are in debt for coin have far looser tongues.

*finishes stein and parades to the bone tables*
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The bird man goes upstairs and watches a round of the game Baulders Bones. He watches a round to see how it works.

Each player puts the agreed ante in the pot.

Each player rolls three dice. Play then proceeds clockwise around the table, with the host of the game going last.

On their turn, a player can choose to "stand" or "roll." If the player stands, the next player can take a turn. A player who rolls takes an additional die and rolls it. If the total of their dice exceeds 21, they "bust" and are out of the game. Otherwise they can keep rolling additional dice until they either stand or break.

After everyone has had a turn, the highest point total (excluding players who busted) wins the game and takes the pot.

Qrurr then moves to one of the tables. A few of the patrons look at the birdman and then three individuals in a row bust and leave. Leaving two players left at the table.

A human female and a male half elf. The half elf looks at the woman shrugs and then throws in an ante.

I follow Qrurr to the game table to see if I can be of assistance.

Finding Captain Screwdriver Head an interesting creature, I trail him to the gaming table as well...

Qrurr's pitch black eyes dart about taking in the game and the participants. When a seat opens up, Qrurr steps in and places the ante on the table.

The half elf grabs the dice three dice and rolls. First off he rolls a 1 a 1 and 4. with a total or 6. Play next goes to the woman. She rolls a 2 a 3 and a 5. They both then look at Qrrur.

OOC: Roll three 6 sided dice. I use google to roll dice.

I stand behind Qrurr. This game look fun and I will wait for a empty site to try the game.

Qrurr rolls a 3, 5, and 5


[OoC] Just curious why you use Google instead of the in-game dice roller

The Half Elf grabs another die and rolls it. It comes up a 6 for a total of 12. The Woman rolls another die as well. hers comes up a 3 for a total of 13. THey both look at Qrrur.

OOC: The built in roller algorithm really favors low rolls and combat was taking forever because it would take ten tries to get over a 13. Qrrur you can stand or roll. the goal is to get to 21 or be the closest.

Qrurr makes a small chirp and rolls a 1 for a total of 14
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The half elf rolls another die. This time he looks a he rolls a 6. 18 he exhales and looks a bit nervous. The woman then rolls another die. Hers comes up as a 4. Her total is now 17. She smiles and looks at Qrrur.
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Qrurr rolls a 3 for a total of 17 and makes a somewhat discouraged whistle.

He looks to the woman and says, "I'm in a tough spot. You appear to know how these bones roll. What would you play?"

Knowing that the game is winner takes all, Qrurr tries to deduce as much as possible from her response.
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The half-elf signals that he is going to stand and then the woman grabs a dice. She tosses it and everyone looks on. The die comes up on a 3. She now has a total of 20. She looks at Qrrur and says, "Fortune favors the bold."

Qrurr shrugs and rolls a 6. Busted at 23.

"I've noticed that landborn sayings are accurate about half of the time."

The woman smiles and pulls the pot across the table. "Would you like to play again she asks? You money is as good as any to me."

I pull the bird man aside and offer assistance in manipulating the dice roll

"I happily accept. Unlike Three-Dragon Ante, these bones seem to have a mind of their own."

*speaks directly to woman*

"I would like to offer a different kind of wager. You will still be able to take my coin, should you win it. Should I win, I only ask for information.

Vigg, will you part with a small bit more of your cask? I would like to offer the lady a drink?"

The woman says agreed. She hands you the dice and says, "You may have the first roll. Play shall go to the half elf next."

*rolls a 2, 5, & 5 for a 13*

The half elf picks up the dice and rolls them. He gets a 5, 6 and 1. His total is 12. The woman then picks up the dice. She tosses them onto the table. They come up 4, 1 and 6. Her total is 11. They both then look at the birdman.

*rolls a 4 for 17*


*glances over at Captain Screwdriver Head*

The Half elf rolls another die. He gets a 1 for a total of 13. The woman then picks up the die and rolls she gets a 3 for a total of 17. Play now passes to Qrrur.

OOC: How are you going to influence the die and if it is a spell how do you hide the fact you are casting a spell.

I ask Qrurr to hand me the die for good luck. When the dice are in hand I bestow magic on the die to role a 4. I hand the die back to the bird man. “May your fortune be bold bird man”
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When Vigg returns from the pissoir, the table is empty, but the dragonborn are easy enough to spot on the upper landing. He swings by the main bar on the way up, leans over to the manager he spoke with before, and orders another round. He pays for the drinks in silver, then meaningfully places a gold coin next to them. "A local lass by the name of Tarina is held in high regard by an old friend of mine... I'd be much obliged if she could pay us a visit in a quieter room. P'raps up there?" He gestures to the gaming suite, then stomps up the stairs bearing the tray of brimming clay mugs and a few clean glasses.

Upon entering the gaming room, he sees the scene shaping up and settles in to watch. When Qrurr solicits a drink, he sees the opportunity to create a bit of a scene to provide cover for... well, whatever shenanigans his new or old friends might be up to. "We've killed the cask, m'lad, but I've got a fine barleywine I brewed last season. But be careful... it's a wee cup if you want to win at dice, and a bottle to forget what you've lost." He produces a dark bottle, cracks the wax seal and uncorks it with his teeth, and pours a round in a dramatic fashion. The red-brown brew clings to the glassware like lamp oil and has an aroma of toasted barley, pepper, and plums.

[OoC]: Sorry to fall off the pace... it's been a crazy week. Can Vigg create a diversion to give Qrurr and Screw some Advantage on whatever they're trying to pull off?

[OoC] Captain Screwdriver Head and I spoke IRL and we discussed if he would be able to manipulate the dice either mechanically or magically. I don't really know his character sheet so I'm not sure which approach would work best.

I mean I have a +3 on Sleight of Hand so that could potentially work too if somebody created a trick die.

I also don't know if I'm trying to chat up the right NPC. It could easily be the half elf with the info or neither.

As Vigg gets his drinks the bartender says, "Your Bird friend is already up there playing dice with Tarina."

As the Dwarf enters the gambling area and starts to slosh his wears about there are some scowls and some laughs. The woman Tarina then says,"Are you going to roll the dice or not pretty bird."

OOC: If you want to try to force the die I will give you a sleight of hand check with a set DC you have to beat. I will even give you advantage due to the dwarfs entrance. Or if the gnome actually imbued the die to come out 4 you have nothing to worry about.

Using the distraction I speak with Qrurr quietly “I cannot manipulate the die after all. Do you have a planting win?”

[OoC] Gang. What are your thoughts? I may have a good chance to force the die however I'm not sure what will happen if I'm caught. Maybe tell her that she's far too skillful and we really needed help.

[OoC]I'm neutral on Charism (10) so if there's anybody here that can charm her if my cheatin' fails maybe you can smooth talk her.

"Alright, lad... the dice won't roll themselves," Vigg says as he settles in to a chair. He's seated himself at the gaming table, but hasn't produced any coin, as though he expects the focus to turn from dice to talk at some point.

[OoC]: Any outcome short of getting us all killed or thrown out is fine by me. Maybe just roll 'em, win or lose, and hopefully we dont start this conversation off on the wrong foot.

Are there other gamblers at the table still, or is it just us and Tarina?

The half-elf starts to look around the table and begins to fidget as he sees three dragonborn crowd in and then a drunken dwarf sits at the table. Tarina says, "My good man only proper edict is observed at these gambling tables if you would not mind only sitting once a new round has begun. Now Bird guy roll the dice I feel tension growing here and wish to conclude this game."

Qrurr blinks, grabs the die, and rolls a 1 for a total of 18.

[OoC] I recorded my phone's screen for the die roll. Probably not necessary but, at least, now I know how to do that.

The Half-elf grabs up the die and looks at everyone gathered around the table. He gulps then throws the die. Its comes up a 2 for a total of 15. Tarian then looks around the table looks at her die and shrugs picks up another and tosses it. She rolls a 6 for a total of 23. She looks a bit angered but holds her tongue. "Looks like you get what ever information you are after within reason of course," The woman says.

“Madam is there somewhere quieter we could talk?” I ask Tarina.

The woman looks around. "Well we are at a gambling table in a bar. I am going to say this is as quite as it is going to get around here," she says.

Puzzling the half-elf, Qrurr pushes the pot at him. "It's your lucky day."

Faces Tarina and says, "I am Qrurr of Chult. These are my companions. Captain Zodge has sent us to retrieve information about the *leans in and speaks quietly* Dead Three."

As the group presses in on the woman the half-elf grabs the pot and any other coin he left on the table and disappears. The woman pushes her chair back on two legs then comes back forward again. She takes a swig of her grog then pushes her hat up with her thumb and looks at the group assembled before her. "Sure I have information for you but first you got to do something for me. Word is there are some rather unsavory folk I may or may not have crossed in the past looking for me. They are supposed to be showing up here at the Elfsong tonight. Was going to to give the the slip but with you all here maybes you can help me solve this problem permanently? Then as repayment I could give you the information ye seek." She says this while motioning toward the Dragonborn in particular.

"Well that sounds like a juicy tale!" says Vigg. "Who are these 'unsavories' and how badly did you burn them?" He returns to the table now that the dice have been cleared and pours Tarina another glass of the barleywine. "It'll be harder to run them off with the gates sealed... but maybe you're thinking we dont stop at running them off?"

I turn to the group and say, "This sounds like a reasonable request. And it might be fun! I'm in!"

She says,"I served Captain Murosko Sessprin of the Uncivil Serpent faithfully for months. I made off with the loot they had acquired and now they are mad at me and looking for revenge. They are looking to end me and you can help me stop this threat to my life. In return I will give you what you need."

Vigg frowns. "I'm not one to stand in the path of another man's vengeance, and it sounds like you might deserve what's coming. But if that's what it takes to get Zodge what he needs to protect the innocent of Baldur's Gate, so be it. You say this gang will come here tonight? Well, we've done the drinking and the gaming, so what's left but the fighting!" Vigg takes up a post with a good line of sight to the stairs and puts on a show of dozing with a bottle in one hand, but keeping the other near his hammer.

As the team sets in as to look as if they are not together and not associated with Tarina especially the dragonborn who spread out more and try best to make themselves look non-threatning a song in Elvish begins to waft in the air. The sound comes from the voice that gives the Elfsong it's name. As the song begins the people around you seem astonished and you hear murmurs.

"Never heard this song before."

"When was the last time she sang a new song."

"Been a life time since she added a new song."

Those of you that do not understand elvish find a local interpreter sitting nearby that recounts the words to you.

O sing a song of Elturel
Of water, woods, and hill
The sun dawns on her ruddy cliffs
And fields green and still.

This land of long-abiding joy
Home of the strong and brave
Renowned by all, across the realms,
And never once a slave.

O sing a song of Elturel
When foes are at her door
Her fields torn by cloven feet
From some infernal shore.

Arise the mighty Hellriders
Take up your swift, keen swords
Then charge into the hellish fray
And scatter devil hordes.

O sing a song of Elturel
And when the night does fall
Sleep safe beneath Companion's light
Until the dawn does call.

We're bound by mortal covenant
That only ends with death
And so we'll sing of Elturel
Until our final breath.

Vigg, dozing in his chair, mutters, "Mmmmmm... nothing ominous about that... no sir."

[OoC]: Has this place got a floor plan? Vigg would like to position himself for maximum winning.

After hearing the song Vigg takes stock of his surroundings.

Downstairs

Upstairs

[OoC] It looks like there are 7 upstairs windows. Is our party able to see through them?

Qrurr looks around the gambling area and finds what he thought were windows are actually Doors. He surmises that these doors could be rented at a price and used for overnight stays.

[OoC]I may want to utilize my +5 Stealth and +2 Stealth Proficiency bonuses to see if I can find a dark corner in case anybody shows up and gets all stabby.

Qrrur settles up in a corner with little light and hides behind the corner of a random piece of furniture.

OOC: Qrrur roll a d20 and add your +5 to Stealth. This will be the difficulty for an enemy to see with either their passive perception meaning your not hiding all that well or if they are actively looking for something in which they roll a perception check.

Before the evening wears on too much further, Vigg heads downstairs to secure lodging for the night. He returns with a ham sandwich and a key...

[OoC]: I didn't realize those were doors either. If possible, Vigg books the room at E34 or E36 to control the top of the stairs. Regardless of which room he gets, he checks the view from any windows, then cracks the door to keep an eye on Tarina in the gambling room.

Vigg secures the room at the top of the stairs and cheks it oout while munching on his sandwhich. He realizes that the window of the room faces the opposite direction of the entrance to the tavern. He stairs into an alley and watches beggars rummage through trash heaps. He then settles into the room drinks and keeps an eye and an ear to the door.

OOC: If anybody else would like to do anything before the pirates are supposed to arrive.


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Vigg looks out the window, guaging distance and crosswinds, and decides he can probably throw Tarina into a trash heap if things get too hairy.

[OoC]: Somebody want to post up opposite and watch the approach? I mainly want to cut off their retreat (and preserve ours) at the stairs. I guess we'll leave Tarina in the gambling room as bait and then close in?

[OoC]

23:01, Today: Qrurr rolled 15 using 1d20+5 ((10)).

Just curious how the Proficiency bonus on my sheet works. Does that only get triggered by specific events?

To prepare for the onslaught I start gathering small objects and enchanting them with spells of flashing light and horrid smell.

Vigg looks out into the alley and then turns back to the room and yells something about watching the front.

OOC: Proficiency bonuses are already calculated into things like weapon bonus or skill checks. At first level the proficiency bonus is +2 Example Sneak proficient +2 Dex bonus is +3 so the skill check bonus is +5.

Qrurr<----keeps hiding

Soon after the song plays you hear a voice from downstairs say, "We're looking for an old friend of ours. Goes by the name 'Tarina,' or so I'm told. Loves to cheat at Baldur's Bones. An ale to anyone who gives the location of this individual."

Several murmurs can be heard and then foot steps are on the stairs. Eight motley humans saunter up the stairs. The leader is a brawny man with a cloudy right eye, a cruel sneer, and a pirate's swagger. The others are an unsavory, rowdy bunch who act as if they own the place.

As the dead eyed man crests the top of the stairs he sees Tarina points and says, "Ah there you are lass. I want me treasure and I want ye life."

The Pirates seem unaware of Qrrur and Vigg.



OOC: If anybody would like to do anything like talk please let me know. If you would like to enter combat roll a d20 and add your initiative modifier. Tell me what you r going to do on your turn and roll any attack and damage die as appropriate.

Example:

initiative 16 d20=14 +2
attack pirate in b23 with short sword 17 d20=14+3
if a hit damge of 5 d6=3+2

[OoC] Since Vigg and I are in hiding do we get an initiative bonus if we attack?

Also, I don't know what kind of damage my short swords do.

Vigg, what do you think? We have three right in front of us. I doubt they're going to be open to negotiations.

I would like to attack the pirate F33  with a fireball and throw my flashing and smelling objects into the middle of the pirates F34. Initiative 12 D20=11+1 D10=6
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When the last of the pirates has entered the gambling den, Vigg slips from the room and sets his feet near the top of the stairs. "She'll keep the treasure, m'boy, and you'll keep your own life, if you walk out now and trouble the lass no more. Stay, and by Clangeddin's sweaty jewels, I'll ring your bell like it's never been rung!" Vigg has his shield strapped to one arm, and his massive forge hammer hangs loosely in his opposite fist.

[OoC]: Initiative 16. Move to F35. Cast Bless on Screw, Qrurr, and himself. Each recipient can add 1d4 to an attack roll or a saving throw in the next minute.

20:54, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 16 using 1d20-1 ((17)).
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[OoC] How many squares can we move per turn?

OOC: Each square is 5 feet and a medium sized PC can move 30 ft. The gnome can move 25 I believe. I need Screw head to roll a ranged spell attack. Is this all we are going to get in participation? If so I would say Wade can bring in his homie and we drop those who won't post for one reason or another. Shame I like the idea of a dragonborn heavy group...

I would like to attack the pirate in i35 with dual short swords.

I suddenly break my distant thoughtful gaze and snap back to the present moment. "Sorry fellas, I was pondering the meaning of life similar to an historical figure I've read about in human lore: Socrates...he would stand for hours gazing in the distance pondering life's questions while encamped for battle. At any rate, I'm back!" I then turn toward the nearest pirate and breathe fire upon him and his colleagues...

Silvery lets out a roar and closes with the nearest pirate. As I charge them I unsling my great sword and bring it up in a viscous arc.

Initiative: d20=5+3,8
Hit d20=8+5,13
damage d10=3+3,6
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My Initiative Roll: 8 + (-1) = 7. :(
I will attack the above pirate with my Flail.

Attack Roll: 16 (+ 5) = 21
Damage if successful 1d8 + 2:  3 + (2) = 5
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22 Mega Stallion<---
19 Tarina
18 Pirates
16 Vigg
12 Capt Screw
11 Qrrur
11 Dead Eye
8 Silvery
7 Kriv

The Fog clears from MegaStallions eyes at the voice of the Pirate Captain. He shakes his head, gets up from the couch and steps up to the pirates. A gurgling belching noise erupts from his throat. The Pirates all turn at the sound to see fire blech from the dragonborns mouth encompassing 5 of the pirates including the captain.

OOC: Firebreath for 9 points of damage. Dead Eye takes 9 points, Pirate G34 takes 9 points, Pirate G35 takes 9 points, Pirate H34 takes 4 points of damage, Pirate I 34 takes 9 points of damage.

Tarina hops up on the table draws a rapier, points it at the smouldering Dead Eye and says , "You don't think I would just let you catch me did you. You are meeting my new associates now."

The pirates being caught off guard stare at their flaming compatriots.

Vigg emerges from the room and says,"She'll keep the treasure, m'boy, and you'll keep your own life, if you walk out now and trouble the lass no more. Stay, and by Clangeddin's sweaty jewels, I'll ring your bell like it's never been rung!" Vigg has his shield strapped to one arm, and his massive forge hammer hangs loosely in his opposite fist. His hammer shoots up into the the air and light beams strike out and hit: Qrrur, ScrewHead and himself.

OOC: Casts Bless.

Sitting on the couch and eating a piece of cheese ScrewHead seems surprised to see the pirates but raises his hand and shoots a bolt of fire at the nearest one.

OOC: Pirate at F33 takes 6 points of damage.

Qrrur gets off the couch as well and closes with the pirates. He makes a viscous strike at the Pirate in front taking his head clean off of him and seeing the burnt form of the pirate standing next to him strikes that one with his off hand.


OOC: I rolled for Qrrur attacks and he rolled a critical natural 20. Pirate I35 takes 2d6 + 3 points of damage = 14 points. Qrrur rolled a 3 for that one and missed.

Dead Eye looks at Tarina and says, "You always were one crafty Bitch. You will die here." However he seems hesitant to move as the party closes on him and his men.

OOC: Pirates and Dead Eye are surprised and unable to act this round.

Silvery closes in on the Captain and aims a wild upward arc at him that goes wide.

Kriv steps to the fight and brings his flail down on the head of one of the pirates caught in the breath weapon. Llaying him low with the combined damage.

OOC: Hit Pirate at G35 for 5 points bringing his total damage to 14 points and killing him.

With a fight breaking out in the gambling area the others playing games jump from their tables and move to the side of the room in fright.

OOC: Please give me next round actions no need to roll initiative.

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[OoC]Gang, what do you think?

We can continue to take out pirates leaving Deadeye. With no defenses he may give us additional info.

-or-

Take him out first as he's probably the strongest.

HitD20=20+5 crit
Damage=4+9+2=15
To the closest enemy. If it the boss I want to STAN

Vigg hoists his hammer and wades into the pirates.

[OoC]: Attack pirate in G34. Hit AC 22 for 8 points. If that pirate goes down, move into his space at G34. I'm okay with keeping one-eye around for questioning and then leaving him with Tarina... Vigg won't kill him in cold blood, though.

10:11, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 22 using 1d20+4.  Hammer attack.
10:11, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 8 using 1d8+2.  Hammer damage.
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I applaud my colleagues powerful actions and cast a sleep spell on the group of Pirates to aid my crew!

I ready another fire bolt and look around for another pirate to blast.

***updated***

Qrurr attacks the Pirate in I34 with dual short swords.


Hit:       1d20+3 for both hands:    10+3=13 14+3=17
Damage:    1d6+3 for dominant hand:    4+3=7  1d6 for weenie hand: 2
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I move to G35, to attack pirate at H34 with my Flail.
Atk Roll:  Natural 20!
1st Roll 1d8 = 1    + 2 = 3 damage :(

If Crit 20 is based on two rolls then...
2nd Roll 1d8 = 2    + 2 = 4 damage F***!!!

22 Mega Stallion<---
19 Tarina
18 Pirates
16 Vigg
12 Capt Screw
11 Qrrur
11 Dead Eye
8 Silvery
7 Kriv

Mega Stallion spreads his fingers and whispers every so quietly to the pirates, "Sleep." Purple mist rolls from his fingers and out over the assembled pirate convention.

OOC: The Pirates at G34, I34, H34 and drop asleep tot he ground.

From the Table top Tarina says to Dead Eye as she waves her hand at the sleeping pirates, "Your boys seems to be sleeping on the job."

The last remaining awake pirate seems to take offense at the Dragonborn with the sleepy fingers and tries to stab him.

OOC:MEga Stallion is hit for 6 points of damage.

Vigg charges the awake pirate and slams him with his hammer.

OOC: Pirate J33 takes 8 points of damage.

Screw Head fires off a wild firebolt and no one can tell what the target was.

Qrrur finishes off the pirate at J33 with a viscous double attack.

Dead Eye looks around at his fallen comrades lets out a vicious scream and lunges at Silvery. His attack goes very wide however.

Silvery returns the missed attack at Dead eye but the hit finds a critical point under the arm on the pirate captain.

OOC: Dead Eye takes 15 points of damage.

Kriv closes with the Pirate Captain as well and wallops him good in the head with his flail.

OOC: Dead Eye takes 5 points of damage for a total of 20 points.

Qrurr whistles and asks Tarina, "Any last thing you'd like to say to the captain of so many dead men?"
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With the melee over I start frisking the sleeping pirates for money and weapons. Then I turn to the rest of the group and Dead eye.

Vigg moves to prevent Deadeye's escape and menaces him with his warhammer. "Now you're a Captain without a crew...

[OoC]: Move to H34 to tri-point the Captain... he'd have to leave multiple threatened spaces to run for it. Vigg will Ready an attack if the man makes a run for it... Tarina or anyone else is welcome to negotiate or press the attack. I rolled a natural 1, so the Readied attack will miss, but maybe an Opportunity Attack as he leaves Vigg's threat range will do better.

16:08, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 5 using 1d20+4 ((1)).
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Qrurr whistles, nocks an arrow on his long bow, and pulls back the string.

MegaStallion points his finger at the captain and begins the incantation for magic missile...

In reply to Demon Lord (msg # 103):

I swing my great sword to knock him out
Rolled 1d20=13+5 =118

Roll a 1d10= 10+3= 13

I will proceed to f*** Dead Eye's legs up to prevent a chase.
Roll d20 = Natural 20!

Roll 1d8 = 2 + 2 = 4 Critical bludgeoning damage.

My d20 rolls well, my d8 rejects me.

22 Mega Stallion<---
19 Tarina
18 Pirates
16 Vigg
12 Capt Screw
11 Qrrur
11 Dead Eye
8 Silvery
7 Kriv

Megastallion finishes an incantation points his finger and three jagged magical bolts streak from it to Dead Eye.

OOC: Captain Dead Eye takes 2, 3, 4 points of force damage from magic missiles for a total of 29 points.

Tarina taunts the man some more. "Looks like you have led your men to their deaths, Dead Eye."

Vigg moves to cover the stairs.

Screw runs over to frisk the dead and sleeping pirates. As he searches one man he feels a shadow fall on him. He looks up to see the menacing form of Captain Dead Eye looking down at him.

Qrrur lets loose an arrow which goes wide.

OOC: Qrrur rolled a 4 to hit.

Holding his Scimitar in one hand and his dagger in the other Dead Eye lunges forward making two attacks against Silvery dropping the large Dragonborn to the ground and on the return swings his dagger at Kriv.

OOC: Silvery Hit for 4 points. Silvery Hit again for 9 points. Kriv is hit for 7 points of damage.

OOC:Silvery for your next turn I will need you to roll me a d20.

Watching Silvery drop to the ground Kriv smashes into the captain with his flail.

OOC: Critical hit against Captain Dead Eye. Damage 11 for a total of 40 points.


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In reply to Demon Lord (msg # 111):

1d20=I rolled 17
I am holding my wound thinking I should Worn my chain mail today.

I shoot off another fire bolt at Dead eye
D20=16+1
D10=5
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While the battle continues, Qrurr puts away his bow and takes out his short swords. He attempts to sneak behind the Captain while he is focused elsewhere.

Vigg hops over a prone pirate and positions himself to defend both Silvery Stone and Tarina from the captain. He swings his warhammer at Deadeye while muttering to the dragonborn, "Get up, lad, 'tis only a scratch!"

[OoC]: Vigg to 32H. Attack Deadeye, hitting AC 19 for 4 points. Bonus Action: Healing Word on Silvery Stone for 5 points.

11:26, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 19 using 1d20+4.  Warhammer attack.
11:26, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 4 using 1d8+2.  Warhammer damage.
11:27, Today: Vigg Hammerhand rolled 5 using 1d4+4.  Healing Word.

I'm still wailing, my flail on dem legs
Roll: 7 + 5 = 12


If Hit
Roll 1d8: 4 + 2 = 6 Blug Damage

I yell... "You seem to be too lively for a Dead Eye!"

[OoC]Not sure if I need to roll initiative but here we go. Two short swords at the angry guy.


Initiative: 03:22, Today: Qrurr rolled 13 using 1d10+3 ((10)).


Hit: 03:23, Today: Qrurr rolled 22 using 1d20+3.
     03:23, Today: Qrurr rolled 8 using 1d20+3.

Damage: 03:24, Today: Qrurr rolled 4 using 1d6+3.
        03:25, Today: Qrurr rolled 1 using 1d6 ((1)).
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I launch a fire bolt at Dead Eye.

OOC:

Firebolt to hit: d20=14+4;18
Damage: d10=9

From the floor I swipe at the Pirate before me.

OOC:
To hit: d20=5+5; 10
Damage: d10=8+3;11

22 Mega Stallion<---
19 Tarina
18 Pirates
16 Vigg
12 Capt Screw
11 Qrrur
11 Dead Eye
8 Silvery
7 Kriv

Mega Stallion Launches a bolt at Dead Eye scorching the Pirate Captain.

OOC: Dead Eye hit for 9 points of damage for a total of 49.

Tarina yells out,"Your time is up Dead Eye."

Vigg jumps in the beating of the Pirate captain and then touches Silvery Stone laid out on the ground.

OOC: Dead Eye takes 4 points of damage for a total of 53 points.

Screw Head unleashes a bolt of his own at Dead Eye.

OOC: Dead takes 5 points for a total of 58 points.

Qrrur unleashes a flurry of hits at Dead Eye and drops the dread Pirate captain to the ground.

With the fight over several men appear at the top of the stairs and drag the still breathing pirates out of the Tavern and dump them in an alleyway nearby. Their belongings have been left behind as they would likely now belong to you.

I search Dead Eye's stuff. I run him like a 5K. What do I get?

Tucked in Dead-Eye's vest is a pouch containing 32 gp and 15 sp. He also wears two gold necklaces (25 gp each) and a blackened gold ring with a white pearl set in it (125 gp). He also carries an ownership slip for the Uncivil Serpent.

"I plundered this booty... is that what you pirates say?."
I take the ring and his Uncivil Serpent ownership slip.

"Hey you guys, would you like in on this?"

What did I get from the pirates?

Screw Head comes up with 33 silver pieces, 8 Sets of worn out leather armor and 8 scimitars.

The dwarf slips his hammer back into its belt loop, wipes his hands on his apron, and finds an abandoned flagon nearby to toast the victory. "Well, m'lady, I believe the day is won. Shall we call for more drinks and continue our conversation?" He gestures at the remaining gamblers. "Game's over... you lot better take your winnings and clear out."

He drops his shield heavily on the table, slumps into a chair that barely holds his weight, and pulls out a half eaten ham sandwich. "In addition to the information we've already purchased, I'd be keen to hear about this Uncivil Serpent you used to serve on... what manner of ship she is, and where to find her." Vigg leans back in his chair and waits for Tarina to regale them with tales of the Dead Three.

Tarina sits as well and grabs a flagon herself, "Well met gentlemen. Yes the Uncivil Serpent has had it's air share of piracy and has a bit of a reputation. I believe it is to be found on the East side of the harbor but you would do well to bring 20 seamen with you and at least half of those should be able to manage a ship her size." She then continues, "Several blocks northwest of here is a public bathhouse with a walled garden and frolicking nymphs carved into its front gates. Followers of the Dead Three have been seen coming and going from the bathhouse, and I'm told there's a secret door inside that leads to a dungeon. That's where the killers are hiding."

MegaStallion grabs a flagon as well and toasts his colleagues--"Well done, friends! Why don't we continue this adventure we've gotten ourselves into by making our way over to the bathhouse without making too much of a scene on our way over. I'm eager to find out more about the Dead 3 and their followers." I chug my brew and then sit memorizing my spells in preparation for our next encounter...

Screw head pockets the silver and settles in next to Vig with a beer, some cheese and the best scimitar. “Well done comrades take any weapon or armor that I have picked from the pirates and let us continue to the bathhouse to roust us some scumbags, after a rest of course.”

The group after successfully conquering their first foes decide it best to rest before heading to the bathhouse. They enjoy some drink and rest in the room that Vigg had acquired for the evening. The spell casters look over their spells while those that were wounded see to those injuries. In the morning they head off for the bath house.

As you make your way through Baulder's Gate the frightened clamor of a dozen condemned geese drowns out all other sounds. Their wings clipped, one leg tied to a post with blue thread, the geese can only squawk and scamper around the small cook-stall. It's no use. One by one, the grey geese are snatched up by an elderly grandmother, who expertly severs their heads with an old and often repaired hatchet. She curtly tosses the still struggling corpse to one of her many brawny grandsons deeper in the stall's shadows for cleaning and cooking. The air smells of tangy exotic spices and the panicked excrement of the dying geese.

You find yourself finally in front of the bathhouse which is a one-story stuccoed building with stained-glass windows and clay roof tiles. Ten-foot-tall walls enclose a large courtyard outside the southeast corner of the building. The closed wooden doors to the courtyard are engraved with images of smiling nymphs dancing and frolicking in water.

OOC: During a long rest which is 8 hours all hit points are refreshed any special abilities reset and all spell slots are restored.
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"Barbarians... the most delicious meat is free range geese."
I murmur to myself.

In reply to Demon Lord (msg # 130):

I have my armor on hungry for a battle. I ask Kriv if I can get half of the gold to share.
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Blankly to Captain Screwdriver Head, "I will have a Scimitar to replace one of these short swords I've resorted to using."

[OoC]equips scimitar in primary hand and short sword in off hand.
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Vigg observes the flurry of looting and frowns. "I've got no love for pirates, but at least they know to divvy up a plunder by shares." Before leaving the Elfsong, he passes by Tarina and says, "It's safe to say the Uncivil Serpent is under new ownership. I don't know if we'll be needing a crew or a broker, but if you know of either I'm sure there's a finder's fee in it for you."

On the way to the bathhouse, he muses about their approach. "What do you think, lads... lie in wait outside and observe, or infiltrate and try to find this secret door? I'll admit I'm not much good at either hiding or sneaking... mine is more of a lumbering, crashing, bellowing approach most times."

MegaStallion nods in agreement with Vig’s astute observation regarding divvying shares—“justice, as in fairness, is a virtue. I’d choose to share equally. But to each his own...As for the choice between observing outside and infiltrating, I’m more of an active guy—what’s the consensus?”

“I will add  my silver to the pot, Vig, will you be the treasurer of this bunch?” Says Screw head.

Action for bath house.
“Qrurr, can you get us an aerial view of what is behind these walls?”
 “a layout of the bath house and guard location could be handy.” I say to the group.

OCC: What do you think about sending someone in to get an inside view as well as the aerial. The inside person can signal Qrurr, Qrurr can signal the others to storm in if there is any trouble.

"I'll count coins into five purses if that's what the group asks of me, though I'd just as soon trust one of these noble warriors with the task." He jerks a thumb at the pair of paladins.

Vigg shrugs at the option of infiltrating. "I'm a terrible sneak, but a hot bath sounds nice and I could get the lay of the land. Of course, if there's a full blown death cult in the basement I don't intend to get too far from you madmen."

[OoC]: I think the Demon Lord already has a volunteer bookkeeper in the treasure thread, although I'll take on whatever tasks need doing. I think even shares of cash works well and we can spread other items around the party or sell them off and divvy up. I'm interested to see what value this boat has!

I'm a dwarven cleric who didn't use Charisma as a dump stat, so I can actually schmooze a little. I'm willing to go look around and have a dip as long as everyone is right over the wall. I've played with Curtis long enough to know to never split the party.
This message was lightly edited by the player at 13:56, Sat 12 Dec 2020.

Qrurr nods at Captain Screwdriver's suggestion. Not wanting to attract more attention than necessary he searches for a secluded alley to take to flight and a nearby perch.

Qrrur takes flight and begins to circle the Bathhouse. He sees a one-story stuccoed building with stained-glass windows and clay roof tiles. Ten-foot-tall walls enclose a large courtyard outside the southeast corner of the building. The closed wooden doors to the courtyard are engraved with images of smiling nymphs dancing and frolicking in water.

As he gets a look over the wall he sees a L-shaped courtyard featuring a trimmed lawn and nicely manicured shrubbery. The yard is decorated with white marble benches and stone fountains, each in the form of a smiling nymph tipping a jug that spills water into a circular stone basin.

Qrrur see's no guards and no one in the courtyard. By appearances this could be a bathhouse.

OoC: Did we just gave up on having a boat? I think it is good to preserve any resource we can get.

[OoC] I don’t think there was a decision made on the boat, I vote we keep it for now.
What do we think on the boathouse, crash and bash or sneak and peak?

Vigg leans over to Kriv while Qrurr recons the area. "Oh, we'll definitely go have a look at this boat. I think it'll take some effort to crew it up, and maybe just as much to sell it, but either way we'll be in a sweet spot."

When the birdman returns from his scouting flight, Vigg weighs options. "Ol' Screw lays it out just right. We could just go thundering in there and hope to have them off their guard. Or we could send a few of us in to have a look and maybe find an advantage before we call in the heat. I'm up for either. I'm about as sneaky as a summerfest firework, but I can create a diversion or pay someone off if they'll have it. Is there a good way for the backup to come in quick and easy?"

Vigg scans the rooflines of nearby buildings to assess a route over the 10-foot wall.

Looking at the size of the building and based off of Qrrur's assessment you figure that the building can not contain more than a few rooms. You figure most of the crew could be outside and at some signal rush into any portion of the building rather quickly.

[OoC] Any other ways to rush in? I can cause a distraction. I have torches and the courtyard door is wooden. If there's another way to get in I'll just light the door on fire, get back to my post, and pluck as many off as I can with my longbow.

 I'm thinking we'll need the boat later but not necessarily now.
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"Alright then... I'll go have a look around, and any are welcome to join. If all come with, then it's less of a look around and more of a door kicking. If you stay back, listen for the secret signal... it's the sound of me crackin' skulls and hollerin' about it."

Vigg heads into the bathhouse.

Vigg Enters the Bathhouse and sees that the walls of this twenty-foot-high pillared chamber are adorned with frescoes of bathing royalty. Natural light streams through stained-glass windows, creating colorful patterns on the tiles of polished blue marble that cover the floor. Three shallow, sunken pools contain scintillating perfume-scented water. White marble benches bearing stacks of dry towels are situated near the pools, each of which comes equipped with a pair of brass faucets.

Sitting in two of the tubs are two human males enjoying the steam and warmth of the water. They both causally look at Vigg before going back to whatever they were doing before he walked in.

"I'm going in."
I grab a towel after I stow my weapon and shield and and decides to sit at the edge of the the empty pool and put my feet in it. I'll use this as a cover to observe in plain sight.
"My feet are killing me. This will help with the pain."

I head in as well to enjoy the waters...

The men relaxing seem to be tense a bit as the dragonborn comes and sets his feet into one of the pools. There are two rooms in this bath house as well one to the North and one to the South.
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(Can I hear what the men are talking about?)

The two men were not talking to one another but seems to have been enjoying the quite.

I follow Vig and the others into the bathhouse.

I get out of the pool, gather my belongings, and walk to the entrance to North room to see what is going on in there.

This room contains a massage table draped in clean towels. Natural light enters through a stained-glass window set into the south wall. There is also a scantily clad human Female. She motions to the table in front of her and says, "Massage?"

Yes!

The woman says, "Please Disrobe and lay here." She then motions at the table.

Qrurr's pitch black eyes continue to monitor the courtyard and surroundings.

(Meanwhile, I continue to enjoy the feeling of my feet in the pool. I start getting  a little a happy and make kicking motions of each of my legs. I think I am smiling)

(Can I see the each of the men from my position?)

Kriv kicks his feet and can look at each of the men who are getting more uncomfortable.

Vigg gives the men a sympathetic grin and says to Kriv, "I think we've disrupted the atmosphere... I'll see if this place has a private room we can use so these gents can soak in peace."

He raps politely on the other door to see if it's another massage room, a private bath, or something else.

The room to the South contains another massage table and another scantily Clad woman. She says, "Would you care for a massage?"

"No thank you, m'lady. There's so much of me..." he says as he pats his armored belly, "it would take two of you at least to handle the job. But," he says, easing the door closed a bit, "my large scaly friend and I would like a quiet place to talk where we won't make your other customers nervous. I think there's a quiet meeting place here somewhere-- some say a secret place-- if you'd be kind enough to point it out?" He produces a gold coin and places it on the massage table, jingling his purse with the other hand to invite a counter offer.

[OoC]: Let me know if an ability test is called for...

Her Eyes Dart left then right, "Make that 5 coin and I will tell you what I know." You never heard it from me though."

Vigg adds to the stack. "Now what didn't I hear?" he asks with a smile.

The woman looks nervous and says, "There is a passage in the other massage room. Not sure where it leads or what happens here at night. Nor do I want to. You do whatever you need and again you never heard it from me."

"Well, just in case I change my mind about the massage, when do you and your friend next door end your day? Sundown? Midnight? Because I'd hate to show up a few minutes after that and find the room empty and the young ladies safely gone for the day."

Assuming Vigg gets his answer, he heads back to the main room.

Well someone is always here but we leave at dusk.

Vigg soaks his feet with Kriv until the private massage is over. If the other bathers leave, he shares what he knows. Otherwise he waits until they're back on the street. "It sounds like the fun happens at night, so we may as well spend the day in the city. Should we all come back at sundown and force the secret door, or does someone have a more elaborate scheme than that?"

How about we go check out the boat and come back at dusk

"I concur... I would like to study up on this ring."

Having heard no sounds of distraught or battle, Qrurr waits until there is no one to witness him take to the air. Flapping straight up, he gains enough altitude to remain undetectable by more landborn eyes. His eyes dart about the nearby harbor.

As they meet up outside the party notices that the birdman is no longer there.

Qrrur you make the flight to the harbor. There moored at the end of the last dock is the uncivil serpent. A sailing ship that has seen better days but still in working order. Flying over Qrrur notices that several men bustle about on the deck and down on the dock several armed elves guard the gangway.

OOC: Who took the writ for the boat?

Qrurr returns back to find his party and reports his findings.

"So, we'll have more piratea to deal with, maybe a first mate or some such leading them. Should we do anything before we march up the gangway and announce our ownership? Visit the harbormaster or anything?"

[OoC]: Vigg does not have the writ... I think Kriv took it.

Define Writ... Because I have the Papers for the boat.

"Yeah, I got the papers for the Uncivil Serpent. That's going be the closed thing to something 'Uncivil' about me. Should we expect some trouble?"

"I imagine we could handle what's left of the crew, but we'll be fighting on their home turf... and heavily armored dwarves and boats don't mix well. I hope we can skip the violence and see about enforcing our ownership. Maybe just announce ourselves and demand a meeting with the first mate? Or we could go see the harbormaster to gather a little information, and maybe find a buyer if we don't intend to get into the piracy business."

"Well I could go. And if they threaten violence, I'll start a fire on the boat and no one can have it. Wait, is there a law against that. I cannot remember."

Kriv makes his way to the harbor. On his way he sees A leathery gnome merchant has stopped to chat with a pair of human masons, and possibly make a sale. A sheaf of dried tobacco leaves protrudes from the gnome's backpack, and he hunches low under the weight. Leather pouches filled with sweet-smelling dried tobaccos and teas hang from the gnome's every button hole and from his braided rope belt.

He is then greeted by the sight of ships and docks. Kriv asks around and finds that the Uncivil Servant is moored on the East end of the harbor. He does notice that people give him a wide berth at the mention of the name though but still point in the general direction.

OOC: Anyone else headed that way...

Where's my backup?!

I go will go to the boat too, i also talk to the gnome with the stuff hanging out of him
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Vigg puffs along behind the dragon, trying to maintain a surly swagger while keeping up as best he can. As they stop to ask for directions, he chooses the oldest and saltiest sailor and asks, "How many to crew the Uncivil Serpent, or any ship her size?"

[OoC]: How many pirates did we face at the Elfsong?

At the mention of the uncivil serpent the man turns a bit green. "A ship her size 20 i would say." He then hurries away.

OOC: you face about ten in the bar.

"Hey! were you going?
You hear that, Vigg? We should inform the others that we took out half her original crew. We should take out the rest together."

"Or keep them on... everyone might appreciate a promotion."

You head to the Eastern portion of the Harbor. The overwhelming smell of the sea assaults your nostrils. Fish, Ocean and unwashed bodies of passerby's all tickle the nose. One of the Dragon born begins to dry heave and when all turn to see who they all point to one another and no one admits to almost loosing their lunch. AS you start to walk the Eastern Dock a Tan Elf wearing a wide brim hat appears from behind some crates. He is eating an orange with dagger and looks at you. In broken common he says, "And where might you lads be headed?"

In reply to Demon Lord (msg # 185):

"I'm taking interest of boats in these docks. My father used to be a sailor be he took an arrow in the knee. I was wondering what... what is this smell?"

The elf chuckles and says, "That is the smell of the sea lad. This boat is of no interest for you though. Let's keep it moving hmmm."

"Our interest in this boat is our own business. P'raps if you'll let her captain know he's got visitors-- or whoever commands her in the captains absence-- we can overlook your inhospitable tone."

"The captain is at shore taking care of some business my orders are to keep all but crew off this dock" the elf says.

"Well, the Captain's business in town has resulted in a change of ownership for the Uncivil Serpent. Whether it will also result in a change of crew is a bit muddier at the moment. Who's the ranking officer?"

He leans against a crate and eats his fruit, "You have any proof of this exchange?"

"Oooo... I'd like to meet this ranking officer. Is he or she onboard, or is it you?"

The elf says, "I never claimed there to be a ranking officer for you to talk to aboard  this pirate ship. Looks like I am the authority here on this dock so either you have proof or you don't."

"The big lad there has the writ of ownership... maybe you tell us your name and your connection to this fine sailing craft, and we'll decide if you're important enough to show it to."

[OoC]: Any reason we're holding back? This guy is obviously the gatekeeper, but he's probably a flunky. Vigg keeps an eye out for others on the dock.

What happened to the gnome with all the stuff in his coat? Also I followed the lads to the dock.

The elf says, "See here you lily, land lubber. I am the one put in charge of securin this here dock from unwanted folks. I'm not seeing yas on the schedule to be visitin this here ship. So yer either showing me you got business here or ye be shovin off."

As the elves voice gets a bit louder you notice people walking up or down the connected dock pick up their foot pace a bit so as to be out of the way faster.

OOC: The gnomish tobacco merchant is back in the city proper somewhere by now.

"Well, in that case I thank you for securing our ship. A man who takes his job seriously... maybe there's more work for you when we crew up for our next voyage. Kriv is carrying our proof of ownership. Then perhaps you'll escort us to our ship?" Vigg raises an eyebrow and rests his hand on the forge hammer in the loop on his belt.

The Elf looks at Vigg and his eyebrows seem to raise slightly. He then turns toward to one of the many indicated dragonborn expecting something to be produced for him to view.

"So are you are the one responsible of sending the troublemakers at the Elfsong Tavern? We are going to take you in? The caused some major disturbance."

The Elf throws up a hand and says, "Never said I was the Captain. He took some of the boys and headed into Port. I'm just here to secure this here dock. Now either ypu got business here or you don't." He raises his voice a bit and some more brutish fellows appear from behind boxes and the crew look over the rails of the ship a guard patrol even stops and starts to edge close to the conversation.

***Points to the group***
"Mind your business!!!"

***Looks at the elf***
"Listen... I do have business here and it is with you. Why did you let those brutes in to cause trouble in our already troubled city?"

A group of city guard appear and say, "Think is about time you all moved along. Vessels have the way compared to the foot traffic." The guard then turns to the elf and says, "What is your cargo and destination?"

The elf hands the guard a manifest and says, "Parts and technical crew for cities to the north."

The guard looks at the manifest and then turns to Kriv and says, "Move along." And waves the group off the dock.

Pardon my short term memory, but I thought we are the guards.

The guard looks at Kriv in shock, "So impersonating the guard to take over a ship. Bad move my friend." Polearms get lowered and the guards begin to surround the group. "I suggest you come with me," the main guard says.

The Elf slips back to ramp of the vessel and watches with a smile on his face.

That was an out of character comment... Hence the lack of quotes!

Vigg eases back but keeps his hand on his hammer, letting Kriv take the lead in the exchange.

[OoC]: Are these guards also Flaming Fist, or a different faction? And do we have a token of our service with the Flaming Fist? We do need some stinking badges...

The guards edge closer.

OOC: These are flaming fist and you have no token. More unofficial agents.

Fine! I'll Produce the 'pink slip'

"Well OK, I don't want any trouble. I'm here for the Uncivil Servant, and here the claim to it."

The guard looks at the writ. He then hands it back. "I hope the ships new management is better than the last. Let's go guys." He then waves his hand and the guards lift their polearms and move on down the dock.

The Elf approaches again. "That thing must be real enough. Well then I guess this boat is yours. Well with the captain taken care of I figure my debt is paid." The elf then strolls off the pier as well and disappears into the crowd.

(Interally- Oh thank god. I didn't want to go on into a full fight without the full team.)

"Ready to check out this hooptie?"

The group climbs aboard the uncivil serpent. The crew that was bustling about stops and looks at the new comers. One of the crew approaches the group and says, "Well you must have some business aboard what you need>"

"Who are you?"

The man replies, "Me I'm nobody just wonderin about the business. Captain ain't here 1st Mate ain't here. Just us crew. What can I do ye fer?"

"Do you like working on this ship?"

The man looks at Kriv and says, "Well you know it is a pirates life for me."

"Would you or anyone else have any problem if Dead Eye decides never to return to this ship?"

The man looks around and says, "Well if the captains not coming back then I sppose  me mates and I would be splitting the rest of the booty and going our separate ways. Unless you know of some other pirate captain."

"Who's left aboard? Sounds like with the captain and first mate... mmm, indisposed, how many crew and officers would ye need to get underway? D'ye have a navigator, a helmsman?"

The man says, "There is about 8 of us left aboard. To set sail we should have 20. All of us are capable to navigate or steer."

(On board the Uncivil Serpent)
I take Vigg to the side and Whisper

"We should keep these men working here. We may need them later. Do you want to explore more of it?"

"Agreed. Unless we want our sturdy vessel to rot at its moorings, we'll need every man here and that many again. If they're owed for their last voyage with next one unsure, they may be hard to keep. And there's the question of piracy over honest trade. Whether we go along or not, we need a cargo, a destination, and a sailing master, if one can be found. We could also ask around for a buyer. Nothing easy about it either way, but we'll be wealthy if it comes good."

[OoC]: Did we split the party? I thought everyone had tagged along on this errand. I hope everyone weighs in on the fate of this boat. I'm okay selling it and getting deeper into the other plots around town or trying to crew this thing up and sail it around.

The entire party on the deck of the boat looking at these rough and tumble sailors who are looking back at them.

Qrurr swoops in and takes perch on the upper topmast.

Vigg nods at the birdman, then faces the remaining crew. "The Uncivil Serpent has changed hands and the Captain has been relieved of his duties. We represent the new owners. I'd be obliged if someone could muster the crew to the deck, and could the senior member of the crew step forward?"

The man ypu have been talking looks around and says, "I would be the ranking fellow and it seems like we are all up on deck already. Are ye the new captain?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing. We're the new owners, and we'll need to promote and recruit to crew up a full complement. There may opportunities for those who have been aboard for a while... what can you tell us about the ship and her recent voyages?"

The man says, "Well I hope you have coin then. Don't think the boys and I are going to be splitting our coin to help you find a crew. We have been raiding merchant vessels and other for hires up and down the sword coast."

"Did Dead Eye have any special rings?"

"Aye he wouldn't admit it but he had this one that had a Unicorn stamped on it that he has a dear connection with." the Pirate says.

[Breaking the forth wall]
Do our future story take us off this land or we have to assume it?

"You'll be paid for the work you do from this day forward, if you choose to stay on. If your old captain owed you anything, that's between you and him... if you can find him. I'd never ask you to split your coin... I'd more likely offer to double it for a short time, if this half-a-crew can keep up the ship as well as a whole one until we hire some new hands. Meanwhile, you should hold a vote for a leader among you-- I imagine you'll be a contender as the senior man-- and the first two duties will be to report on the state of the ship and to share out extra measures of rum to celebrate the new ownership of the Uncivil Serpent."
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The man eyes you, "Fair enough. You heard the dwarf fetch the rum. You can call me Sue and I can be the first mate since I take it he won't be coming back. Since we be in Port ye owe us nothing as long as we gets to stay on the ship. As far as pay goes I would say you looking at 1gp piece per hand per day."

"Sounds like a deal. Let's go see what the other are doing? You ready Vigg?"

"Let's have a drink with Sue and the lads and then get back to our business in town this evening. Maybe we'll have time to ask around the docks about taking on crew and picking up work. In the meantime, Sue should take command of the ship and crew and stay sharp... we may want to move quickly at some point."

[OoC]: I don't know if we want to make this boat the center of our efforts, but it's a cool option. Also not sure if we can make it a business venture on the side while we pursue other things. Maybe the Captain of the Flaming Fist wants to hire us as privateers? If anyone wants to ignore the bathhouse and go all in on this, speak up, otherwise I'd like to follow up on the cult.

One of the crew materializes from below deck with a bottle of rum. Crude cups are passed around. The rum is poured and drank. Sue spits into his hand and extends it to Vigg. "Tis a Pirate thing." he says
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If the group should decide to sail, Qrurr makes it known that his place will be in the sky sailing the updrafts as he has not forgotten the tales of what Chult Coast Raiders do to his kind on the rare occasion that an Aarakocran is captured and brought below deck.

“Ah comrades, we should figure out a plan for the bathhouse and rest up after celebrating of corse. This boat will make a good base of operations for now”

[OoC] is there any cargo or items of value on this ship. Anything we could use for the Bathhouse raid?

Vigg matches the crude gesture, then takes the man aside. "Where's a dockside watering hole we can drum up some crew?"

[OoC]: Sure, let's get back to the bathhouse and circle back to this later...

Outside of dry or salted rations there is some treasure but Sue has made it clear that belongs to the crew who had been on the ship and the previous owner. There are also the personal arms of the sailors crewing the ship.

Sue steps aside with Vigg and says, "Aye many of the taverns close to the dock could find able bodied men. I will send out some crew to get a list of those able bodied."

In reply to Demon Lord (msg # 127):

[OoC] Leaving this here because I forgot why we are at the bathhouse.


"So, are we going to go at dusk? Or should we find out who these followers are and go  to the bathhouse as they go."
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"I think so. Sue and the lads seem happy to live on the ship for free while we figure out what to do with it. We'll send them a few bottles now and then to keep them happy and they'll keep the Serpent afloat. So unless anyone has errands in town, we go sit  outside the baths until nightfall? If we go in when the girls go out, I think we know where to go from there."

Returns to the group.
"We need a plan to get into the bath house." Any suggestions or do we brute force our way in?

"We know which room has the passage, and we could go in over the wall if we have to. The only question is maybe if one or more of was to go in on business and hold the door for the rest. It doesn't seem too secure... I say we just force the door after nightfall and go straight to the passage."

"Lets do this then. I will don my shield before we enter. Let's say we guys!"

Qrurr stands high above the city, hiding among the statues.