PROLOGUE - Savia   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: 0
Dungeon Master
 GM, 63 posts
Fri 14 May 2021
at 07:12
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia's journey to the Copper Coronet took her through the Bridge District, thusly named for being the sole thoroughfare between the southern districts and the northern districts of Athkatla. The Alandor River split Athkatla in half and the aptly named Alandor Bridge connected to the River District to the north. It was a only flight of steps down from the bridge into the River District and the difference between the slums and the rest of Athkatla was immediately noticeable. Streets were of mud and filth, not cobbled like the upper city, buildings were all wooden and over half remained unfinished. Families squeezed into whatever shelter was available. A small space the size of Savia's apartment in the Center District likely housed three families.

The vagrants of the other districts were absent in the River District, it was either just not profitable or too dangerous to be out about on the streets. As she walked through the muddy streets Savia noticed people in shadows, deep into darkened alleyways. Her superior vision gave her view of those even hidden far into the dim light of the alleys. Eyes watched her as she passed however nobody moved to stop her or accost her. She arrived at the Copper Coronet after an uneventful journey. The single floor wooden building was set on a street not far away from the district docks, there was no prominent signage, no boasting of quality seafood. Indeed, the food here was known to be cheap and nasty. Even so the big draw of the Copper Coronet were the "sarks" prepared and provided by the cook, Old Skratha. These meals consisted of hollowed-out chunks of stale round bread, filled with a watery stew made from the guts of bottom-feeder fish, dog and rat meat, dew-worms and herbs gathered from the Grave District. In spite its contents, it was a greatly appreciated meal by local river district Athkatlans, as it was typically the only meal they could afford.

Savia stepped inside, the Copper Coronet was a very large but depressingly dingy tavern. She drew no stares from the smugglers, pirates and the mercenary type of independent entrepreneurs who frequented the establishment this night. The Coronet's taproom was dominated by its notably long bar; off its side was a small privy, which was absolutely disgusting and smelled of seawater. Behind the bar was the tavern's kitchen, staffed by Old Skratha. At the end of the bar, as far from the privy as possible Savia spotted Old Sarvo, the taverns owner. Sarvo Droostan was a weary but generally friendly man, a stark contrast to the tavern's serious and surly bartenders. The man was about as fat as the casks of cheap ale he sold. He knew Savia, and Savia had known him for the fifteen odd years he had owned the tavern. Indeed, at one time she even had the occasion to collect a debt from him, the man reluctantly bailing out a stricken family member.

He looked up from a grilled piece of meat, whatever it was in life was undiscernible, and waved to Savia, "Ah, Dark One. it is good to see you again. Who are you here for tonight?" He cast his gaze around the room as he took a drink of wine from a glass in front of him as though trying to guess.
Savia
 player, 22 posts
Fri 14 May 2021
at 12:49
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia looked down at the muck as she stepped off the stairs and into the streets of the River District. It was almost worth paying the five gold pieces herself to avoid this place. She wasn't concerned about the eyes watching her from the alleys but the slime and grot in the streets would take her all night to clean off her boots. The city was disgusting, this district was a putrid, festering mess. How anyone could live here was beyond her. The lack of pride, self worth; one should rise above their situation. There was no excuse for it. She tried her best to avoid the deep brown puddles and strode through the district to the Copper Coronet.

She was glad to find Old Sarvo at the bar, he would be of more use to her than his surly staff and secretive patrons. She noted his wave and call to her and walked over to him, "Night's greetings, Sarvo Droostan." She followed his eyes around the room, wondering to herself who her quarry would be in this stinking pit. "My debtor is a new name tonight, I was advised he would be here. Goes by the name Pigman." She waited, watching for Old Sarvo's reaction to the name. Not for the first time wondering if this was some sort of jest, as unlikely as that was given the company she kept.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 68 posts
Fri 14 May 2021
at 13:21
PROLOGUE - Savia
Old Sarvo gave an incredulous smile which very quickly turned into a rolling belly laugh. "Pigman?" He wiped away tears, "Oh my... Gods, Pigman owes you gold?"

After a few moments he calmed down, it didn't seem like any of the patrons were paying attention. "I'm sorry Dark One." He sighed, "Pigman is in the stables. Did you know we had stables? They've never been used ever since I bought the place, until now that is. Head back out the door, follow the right wall and open the gate. Stables are behind the building. Now alright, listen." He leaned forward to whisper, "Pigman likes games so remember that, also... most importantly. Don't make him angry. You won't like him when he's angry."

He gave a wink, "I won't spoil the surprise. Good luck now." He raised his wine glass to Savia and resumed eating his meal.
Savia
 player, 23 posts
Sat 15 May 2021
at 00:02
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia's concern this was all a joke was not eased by Old Sarvo laughing at her request. That was not something she expected. It was one of the reasons she stayed with the job for so long, it was not a job for jests and jibes, these were serious matters of debt and it could very quickly turn to owing ones life if the gold could not be paid. These matters were not to laugh about. But clearly Old Sarvo thought otherwise, his fleshy girth rolling with laughter. "The stables." She stated flatly, "This 'Pigman' is in the stables?" By all that was good and Dark what was it she was going to find in there?

Savia turned to leave the man to his meal, it was clear Old Sarvo would be giving her no more advice on who she was seeking. ...likes games and don't make him angry... Odd words which didn't make a lot of sense to her right now. She followed the instructions, down the right wall, open the gate and behind the building. Savia drew her longsword as she approached the stables.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 72 posts
Sat 15 May 2021
at 02:10
PROLOGUE - Savia
The stable doors were closed but lanternlight was flooding through the cracks in the wooden shelter. It was in very poor condition, gaps in the roof and palings missing from the upper sections of the walls. The building looked as though it had not been used for a long time, just as Old Sarvo had mentioned.

Approaching the stable doors Savia pulled them open. She stood astonished at Pigman, who was soundly sleeping in a drunken stupor inside. Pigman was an ogre. A very large ogre. He was currently lying down and dozing against the sturdy wall at the back of the stable, a half full (or half drunk) cask of ale beside him. He was dressed in nothing but a dirty loincloth which didn't cover nearly as much as it should have, a large club which looked to have been fashioned from one of the rafters lay beside him in arms reach. He burped loudly and reached down for the cask, taking a few swings without even opening his eyes he set the barrel down again. Rolling over he scratched his backside, giving Savia a very uncomfortable view of the lower half of the 12-foot-tall obese creature.

The How? and the Why? of an ogre being in Athkatla, hidden away in a River District stable were very good questions but were certainly not the concern of Savia at this present moment.

She had five gold to recover from an ogre.
Savia
 player, 24 posts
Sat 15 May 2021
at 10:17
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia quickly, and silently, sheathed her longsword. Don't make him angry. She stood in the doorway of the stable. What in the Shadows was she meant to do with this? An ogre? She didn't even know if an ogre could understand her, what she wanted, or even currency. She had never seen an ogre before, read about them, heard about them but coming face to... butt with one Ew. was a new experience for her. A powerful and strong memory, something worthy of her journal. She sighed, her shoulders dropping in relaxed satisfaction. New memories were so hard to find in this city, such a rarity. Tonight, she almost had two, the charming half-orc woman from earlier could yet lead to very interesting memories and now a living, breathing, burping ogre was in front of her.

She smiled.

Then, after taking a moment to memorise the situation, Savia straightened her face and walked closer to the ogre. Trying to quietly get a look around the stable before waking the creature. She didn't know its purpose here, she would have to ask Old Sarvo about it once she was done. The man was oddly jovial about such a creature having taken up residence in the stable. She wasn't entirely sure what she thought of it, the city wouldn't like it and the guards would certainly try to kill the creature. It could cause far too much trouble, too much chaos if it was upset. But enough suppositions, she was here for a job, so she looked around the stable before waking the ogre by shaking one of its large feet with one of her own.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 76 posts
Sat 15 May 2021
at 12:37
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia looked around the stable as she stepped in. It was just as much of a mess inside as it looked from outside. A dirt floor with the exception of the area where the ogre slept, having piled up all the straw in the corner. Where he got it from she couldn't guess, Old Sarvo had said this stable had been unused for years. There was not much else around the stables though Savia did now notice that a sack was set beside the ogre, halfway stuck under his torso as he slept. She could even make out the glint of gold from within the sack and as the ogre rolled over about a dozen coins spilled out, lying very close to the creature.

The ogre continued sleeping, seemingly unaware of Savia's presence. Not even the shaking of his foot seemed to stir him.
Savia
 player, 26 posts
Sun 16 May 2021
at 06:00
PROLOGUE - Savia
Even though she was having trouble working out how to collect this debt the sack and the spilled coins did not tempt Savia. It appeared the ogre had the gold to pay, the problem was going to be how to get him to willingly hand over the coins. She stood by the creatures feet and pondered the situation. She didn't want to wake him up in surprise, the last thing she needed was the creature thinking she was her to rob him or attack him. She leaned against a wall, looking around the stable and waiting. It wasn't she was reluctant or scared, just trying to work out the best approach.

Eventually she figured she would handle the ogre like any other man. She gave him a kick to the ribs and yelled out, trying to wake him. "Hey. Pigman! Wake up! You owe my friends some gold."

She wasn't entirely sure if he would wake, or if what she said was too complicated for the creature... or if it even understood her.

15:55, Today: Savia rolled 0 using 1d20-1.  Persuasion.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 89 posts
Sun 16 May 2021
at 06:14
PROLOGUE - Savia
The ogre opens one eye as he rolls over. Seeing Savia standing at his side Pigman picks up the greatclub he had fashioned from a rafter. He does not look pleased.

Roll for Initiative.

16:10, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 17 using 1d20-1.  Pigman Initiative.

Savia
 player, 27 posts
Sun 16 May 2021
at 08:15
PROLOGUE - Savia
Maybe she shouldn't have kicked the ogre.

Savia raises her shield, unwilling to take the chance of getting struck with the greatclub if she ran away. [Language unknown:  "Tebenc theredson ma!"] She casts and a dome of shadowy protection emanates from her shield covering her briefly before dissipating. She shouts to the ogre, "Wait. Stop."

18:07, Today: Savia rolled 19 using 2d20, keeping the highest dice only.  Initiative (Advantage - Vigilant Blessing).

Casting Shield of Faith (+2AC, 20AC Total)

Concentration: Shield of Faith

Dungeon Master
 GM, 93 posts
Sun 16 May 2021
at 08:32
PROLOGUE - Savia
The ogre took a lazy swing at Savia, it seemed he was not fully awake and very groggy from the ale but there was nowhere to dodge to within the stable and the blow took Savia clean across the chest. It knocked the wind out of her as she fell back and hit the stable wall, collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

The final thing Savia noticed was the ogre dropping his greatclub and rolling over.

"Go 'way." the creature demanded.


18:25, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 25 using 1d20+6.
18:29, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 10 using 2d8+4.


-10HP/Currently 0 HP

Please roll death saves. On a 1, two fails. 2-9, one fail. 10-19 one success, on a 20 regain 1hp.

Savia needs 3 success' before 3 fails.

This message was last edited by the GM at 09:39, Sun 16 May.

Savia
 player, 30 posts
Sun 16 May 2021
at 08:55
PROLOGUE - Savia

18:47, Today: Savia rolled 10 using 1d20.  Death Save 1.

18:48, Today: Savia rolled 13 using 1d20.  Death Save 2.


18:48, Today: Savia rolled 4 using 1d20.  Death Save 3.


18:54, Today: Savia rolled 13 using 1d20.  Death Save 4.

Dungeon Master
 GM, 98 posts
Sun 16 May 2021
at 09:11
PROLOGUE - Savia
It was some hours later, definitely past midnight, when Savia regained consciousness.

Regardless of the chain mail armor one or two of Savia's ribs were likely broken from the blow. It was with great difficulty she stood and got her bearings.

Pigman was snoring and hadn't left his spot. His greatclub was by his side, the sack and the coins still beside him as well.

Unconscious for 4 hours.

19:04, Today: Dungeon Master rolled 4 using 1d4.

Savia
 player, 31 posts
Sun 16 May 2021
at 10:09
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia rolled onto her side and groaned. This was not happening again. After two score of years of being careful she had been dropped in the dirt twice now in the past fortnight. At least she was still alive. Moving to a crouch she coughed blood onto the ground and reached for her ribs, the pain was unbearable. She clutched the amulet at her neck and coughed the words, [Language unknown:  "Latherere aihoou."] and shadows coalesced around her fist before seeping into her chest. The healing magic would dull the pain and heal all but the superficial wounds but she felt like she would be carrying a bruise on her side for quite some time.

Standing she looked around the stables. It was with great relief that she noticed Pigman was once again sleeping. She didn't even consider taking the gold which lay close beside him. This was one debt she would pay herself, even though she had only done that a handful of times in the past. Savia thought on the situation, perhaps it was a lesson from her employers although if it was she didn't understand what it was a lesson in. Surely this was just one more name and one more debt to them. Who could have known that Pigman was an ogre?

Righting her armor and ensuring she had all her belongings she left the stables. The last debt was in the Temple District. It couldn't be any worse than this collection. Holding a hand to her breast she chanted, [Language unknown:  "Derthihis lo res houredder."] and left the stables.

Casting Cure Wounds 1st lvl.
20:04, Today: Savia rolled 8 using 1d8+3.  Cure Wounds.

Activating Vigilant Blessing on self.

Dungeon Master
 GM, 107 posts
Mon 17 May 2021
at 04:02
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia left the River District the way she came and was undisturbed through her entire trek through the muddy streets and paths. Arriving once again on the Alandor Bridge she set her sights north, towards the Temple District. Despite its name, the Temple District of Athkatla was home to many of the city's businesses and the manors of some of its wealthier citizens. While it was previously home to a number of churches and temples, they were mainly destroyed in fires that raged through the district a century past. Wealthy merchantís bought up available land and built their grand mansions on the highest points of the city. The district was the northernmost section of Athkatla, connected to a number of wards on the northern bank of the Alandor River.

The Gem District sat between the River District and Temple, Savia took a path through the Trade District to the east to give the well-guarded Gem District wide berth. The guards were always too inquisitve and suspicious by nature and it was likely, in her current state, that she would be apprehended and questioned. The streets were quiet at this hour and Savia was certain the theater would still be open, still it was with some haste she moved through the streets and turned into Sarlannus Street, the street on which the Crown Aflame Theater stood.

The building was wide and gaudy, colored, magical lights covered the magnificent pillars at its entrance. The building of the theater was rumored to be a former temple of Azuth. A crowd of patrons was exiting the front doors, chatting excitedly about the most recent showing. Two large bouncers sat by the doors, a half-orc and a human, and an elf in a formal suit stood waving to the departing guests as they passed.
Savia
 player, 33 posts
Mon 17 May 2021
at 08:54
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia tried not to double over as she walked and while the wound may have been healed, her ribs restored, the memory of the pain was still there, and the bruise was tender to touch. She walked from the River District and around to the Temple District, carefully avoiding the Gem District. The last thing she needed right now was to get pulled up by a guard, questions would certainly be asked. She scrubbed at her chin with the back of a gauntlet, hoping there wasn't too much blood, she wanted to look at least somewhat presentable at the theatre.

Her arrival seemed to be in line with the final show for the night. That was good, it meant Jeanette Dubrai was likely still in the building. Savia did have some concern about exactly how long she had passed out, she was well overdue on the delivery of the debts but as long as they were in by dawn she didn't believe she would have any problems from her employers.

Pushing through the crowd Savia straightened herself and ignored the remnants of the pain. She walked up to the elf in the suit and made her demand, "Jeanette Dubrai is expecting me."

18:53, Today: Savia rolled 19 using 1d20-1.  Persuasion/Deception.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 109 posts
Mon 17 May 2021
at 09:48
PROLOGUE - Savia
The crowd didn't need to be pushed away, they gave Savia clear passage, spreading in front of her with looks of disdain and grumbles of disgust. Perhaps she hadn't cleaned herself up as well as she thought. The two bouncers approached and stood in front of the elf as Savia approached. They looked to the elf in unison as the name of Jeanette Dubrai was mentioned.

The elf smiled to Savia, "Of course my dear, Madame Dubrai has been expecting you. Though I must say your tardiness has left her quite irate, although..." He wrinkled his nose as he studied her, "The Madame is forgiving and will accept you have run into... difficulties coming here." He turned on his heels and walked into the lobby, "This way please."

The bouncers once again parted and allowed Savia to follow the elf. The lobby was still filled with patrons, many standing and talking amongst themselves while drinking expensive wine from expensive goblets. The elf threw open one set of the three double doors to enter the theater proper. The inner walls of the Crown were plush and draped in red velvet. Jutting out from its reaches were a series of inward-facing, rounded balconies. The seats were steeply arranged around a grand, ovular stage that was fantastic for carrying the voices of performers, especially while singing. He guided Savia along one edge of the seating section and up a small flight of stairs to a side door beside the stage.

Once backstage Savia was guided through a maze of passages until the elf stopped beside a door with the prominent name 'Jeanette Dubrai' displayed over a golden star. The elf knocked, "Madame Dubrai, it is I, Master Lightheon. Your guest has arrived."

A voice behind the door answers, "Very well Master Lightheon, see her in."

The elf opens the door and bows in front of Savia before walking back down the passage the way he came.

Stepping into the room Savia can see it is a dressing room for Jeanette Dubrai. The woman herself was an elf, perhaps a century older than Savia. A Sun Elf, if Savia was to guess. The woman was much shorter than Savia and had delicate angular cheekbones and golden blonde hair. She stared at Savia with two green eyes. "You're late." An elven man stepped forward and motioned Savia to take a seat by a dresser. As Savia sat she saw herself in the mirror of the dresser. She had coughed up much more blood that she thought, it had dried to a crust covering her chin. Most concerning, however, was that Savia's skin was a shade more translucent than earlier. The same effect as what happened two weeks ago when Savia fell for the first time in Athkatla.

Jeanette Dubrai didn't seem to notice, or care. She motioned with a finger and the elven man dropped a purse in front of Savia. From the look of the size it was 200 coins worth.

She watched Savia with interest, [Language unknown:  "Ent dina usnelo ha th llho reto. Ncwand in eardaythetin yindi i."]
Savia
 player, 35 posts
Tue 18 May 2021
at 04:59
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia was surprised that she was expected. It was not common that she was welcomed by her debtors, most ducked and skirted their dues and she had chased people across the city for entire nights before being able to collect. Especially with a debt this size, she wouldn't have been surprised if Jeanette Dubrai had skipped town. When the elf motioned for her to follow she was not overly concerned, the establishment seemed to have a reputation and a theater actress was not entirely likely to arrange for someone to be killed.

Walking through the passageways she stopped beside the door as the elf did and waited for it to be opened. When Master Lighteon  bowed to her before leaving she nodded her head and then turned to the room as she saw Jeanette Dubrai. Savia's face was stone as the elf actress reprimanded her for her timing. As she sat Savia responded, "Busy night. Some difficult clients."

Savia's jaw dropped and she was unable to contain her concern as she noticed the skin on her face was becoming more ghostly. She had to be more careful; it was a difficult, if not impossible, thing to fix and a problem that plagued all of her kind when away from home. For an elf she was approaching middle age, for her kind of elf she was well into the later half of her expected life. The reckless pursuit of new experiences and strong memories took a toll on her kind and she was not ready to stop just yet.

She wiped at her chin with the back of her hand as the purse was dropped in front of her. She looked back up to Jeanette Dubrai as she spoke, 'I will count it, and pass on your regards."

Savia removed her gauntlets and tucked them behind her belt. Opening the bag Savia began counting out the coins.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 114 posts
Tue 18 May 2021
at 06:56
PROLOGUE - Savia
Jeanette Dubrai walked behind a folding screen and spoke as Savia counted the coins, "I don't believe I have seen your kind on the Material Plane, let alone walking around under the sun." She tossed a pair of stockings and gloves across the screen as she undressed. "You must come back and tell me about it some time. I'm sure you have stories to tell." She continued undressing and as Savia counted the last of the 200 gold coins she came out from behind the screen, now dressed in a purple velvet gown.

"We are all even then?" It didn't sound like she expected an answer. She flicked a finger to the male elf in the room who exited briefly and returned with Master Lightheon.

"Madame?" The slender, suited elf enquired.

"You may show her out." Jeanette Dubrai stated as she sat in front of a mirror and brushed out her hair.

It was clear that now business was complete Savia's current invitation had expired. Master Lightheon bowed and offered an arm towards the exit.
Savia
 player, 36 posts
Tue 18 May 2021
at 22:30
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia tucked the coin pouch under her belt and tugged on her gauntlets again. She was thankful this collection was apparently easy, at least the occasional debtor caused her no problems. Strangely it always seemed those with the highest debt managed to get the payments to her with the smallest effort. That they afforded her the most commission was just a bonus. Savia had little control over the frequency of her work of the scale of it, she had gone weeks without a single letter being delivered to her and at other times had collected thirty debts in a week. It was a strange ebb and flow that had her careful where she spent her coin.

She followed Master Lightheon back out of the theater and onto Sarlannus Street. Her next destination was to deliver the debts to her employer. She knew where to go, it was the same iron door in the same dark street back in the Center District. So Savia strode out into the night, avoiding the Gem District again, and crossed the bridge back to the Center District. She did consider making a brief stop by her apartment to clean up a bit but settle for scrubbing her chin with the back of a hand. It would be good enough for now and she was already late enough in returning the debts.

Arriving at the door she pulled out the three coin purses and reluctantly counted out five gold coins of her own. She slammed a gauntleted fist on the door three times and waited.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 119 posts
Wed 19 May 2021
at 00:43
PROLOGUE - Savia
A drop slot in the door opens, the same as it had every time in the past. Savia dropped the gold into the slot silently, no words were ever spoken during the delivery of payments. There was a wait, Savia always assumed it was due to the confirmation of the amounts of coin she had delivered. After a few minutes the drop slot opened again and a small pouch of coin was sitting at the bottom. Savia would have no need to count it, she knew what it held. 14 gold, 2 silver and five copper. Exactly five percent of the debt collected.

Once the coin pouch was taken by Savia the slot was pulled shut. She was about to leave as the slot opened towards her once again. Looking inside there was a small envelope, unsealed, sitting in the bottom. Savia collected the envelope. This was new, not something she had encountered in all the previous work she had done.

Opening the envelope Savia noted a similar style to her usual collections and yet there was no gold amount entered.

Rachel Thursin

Baron Lurhman
obsidian skull

The first name she recognised, Rachel worked at the adventurers guild. She often had information about the whereabouts of some of Savia's debtors however her information always came at a high price. The second name, or the item mentioned, Savia was unfamiliar with.
Savia
 player, 37 posts
Wed 19 May 2021
at 06:35
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia frowned at the note. Surely there was a mistake, there were no amounts entered. She walked away from the door, knowing she would not be getting any answers from her employers. Perhaps they would come for her in time and make the necessary corrections or clarification. She walked through the dark midnight hours and considered the note in her hand. She knew the name Rachel, though there was no payment below her name. Perhaps she could give information regarding this new job, though even that was strange as Savia would have likely met with the woman anyway if she was stuck looking for someone. Then there was the second name, she had never had royalty or titles in the names of her debtors, who this 'Baron' was she would have to work out on her own.

She slipped the scrap of paper into her coin purse and walked back through the Center District. The night had not been kind to her and it was still early, for her, so rather than head back to her apartment she decided to drown the memories of this evenings failure. A few whiskeys before bed, maybe even take a bottle home. It wasn't her usual establishment but Savia immediately thought of the Sea's Bounty. It was near enough to her home that she should yet be able to spend a few hours there, as long as it was still open.

Walking down the dark streets Savia returned to the Sea's Bounty.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 126 posts
Wed 19 May 2021
at 09:15
PROLOGUE - Savia
It was an uneventful walk back through the Center District and while there were patrolling guards on the street they gave Savia no heed. It was far too late (or early) for the guards to bother a lone traveller walking the streets. Savia kept to herself and it was not long before she was back out the front of the Sea's Bounty. The tavern was still open, still brightly lit and while the noise inside hud dulled from earlier that night there was enough of a crowd that the hum of voices could be heard at the door.

Savia stepped inside and as adjusted to the brightness she saw, and heard, Riden Wrex. ""Welcome back Mistress. How about a drink this time? Assumin' business is done for the night?" He still held a nervous smile but was more inviting than he had been.

The comely half-orc woman was still at the bar and her halfling friend was standing talking to her. The rest of the crowd was deep in their own drinks, scattered across the various tables in the room. There was a soft din of conversation and one or two of the patrons had their heads on the tables, sound asleep.
Savia
 player, 39 posts
Thu 20 May 2021
at 11:00
PROLOGUE - Savia
Savia walked to the bar and pulls back a stool to sit down, she pulled off her gauntlets and laid them on the counter. "Whiskey please, Riden Wrex." As he returned a glass and filled it she places two gold pieces on the counter, "Leave the bottle."

She cradled her head in one hand as she sipped from the glass. The work was done but by Twilight it was a difficult night, she never would have thought that an ogre would be in the city let alone a client needing debt recovered. She thought back on the fight, if it could be called that. She could have been more patient, perhaps yelled at the ogre instead but she didn't mean to wake the creature so forcefully. Certainly didn't expect a roofing rafter to the chest. She took another, deeper drink of the whiskey.

She could reminisce all night if she was left to, she fully intended to finish the quarter full bottle in front of her.

Savia drew out the small scrap of paper which held the two names. Who was Baron Lurhman? Perhaps Rachel would know, she would have to ask the half-elf tomorrow.

This message was last edited by the player at 11:01, Thu 20 May.

Dungeon Master
 GM, 139 posts
Fri 21 May 2021
at 00:10
PROLOGUE - Savia
Please continue in the PROLOGUE - Savia & Sugarra thread.