D&D II Act One Scene VI - City of Gods

Fourier

The group appear in the poor district of the Outer World's largest metropolis, deep in the night.

The smoke from nearby houses creates a thin fog. The smell of tea and meaty stews fill the air. The whistles of the dragon trains fill the ears.

In the distance, the lights of the temple district, home now to over four thousand faiths, are visible above the nearby buildings.

The buildings themselves form a concrete labyrinth. Many passageways run between the higher floors of neighbouring houses and shops.

The various guild houses are pointed out on a nearby sign, including the massive Thieves' Guild Manor House.

Necro

Vrakrash looks around him and surveys his new surroundings.

'Right. Let's find a tavern and a bed and then tomorrow we can plot our next move.

Taverns are also useful for learning about information, quests and the likes. Plus I want some ale.'

Jack Moore

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash looks around him and surveys his new surroundings.

'Right. Let's find a tavern and a bed and then tomorrow we can plot our next move.

Taverns are also useful for learning about information, quests and the likes. Plus I want some ale.'

Wade nods and follows his retainer.

Jack Moore

Ooc ye are no longer subservient to the pc killer I take it

sKeith

"Lets me follow you to the tavern, so I know were we will be holding up, then i'll go scout the temple district for this temple i am suppose to be restoring to see how much work I'll need to have contracted out. Then I'll probably need to go on some dungeoneering missions to pay the contracters bills."

Jack Moore

“So I realised that that thing “Jeremy” was one of ye, what happened exactly?”

Fourier

Jack Moore wrote: »

Ooc ye are no longer subservient to the pc killer I take it

OOC: Correct, you're all free

Jack Moore

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Correct, you're all free

Ooc I was born free

Necro

Vrakrash heads off looking for the nearest tavern with Columbo wrapped around his neck and an arm around Karinth's shoulders, whispering to him.

'Look... with Iuric. There must have been some sort of magic that muddled his mind as much as ours. I think for now, we should let bygones be bygones. He has his sword, and we are now free to drink, be merry and clatter some heads again.'

He turns to the others.

'Let's find a tavern so!'

Jack Moore

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash heads off looking for the nearest tavern with Columbo wrapped around his neck and an arm around Karinth's shoulders, whispering to him.

'Look... with Iuric. There must have been some sort of magic that muddled his mind as much as ours. I think for now, we should let bygones be bygones. He has his sword, and we are now free to drink, be merry and clatter some heads again.'

He turns to the others.

'Let's find a tavern so!'

Wade nods.

Necro

Jack Moore wrote: »

Wade nods.

'Come join us, new friend! Let us get merry, drunk and smash some heads in if they annoy us!'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Look... with Iuric. There must have been some sort of magic that muddled his mind as much as ours. I think for now, we should let bygones be bygones. He has his sword, and we are now free to drink, be merry and clatter some heads again.'

He turns to the others.

'Let's find a tavern so!'

"Alright dragon, I shall do this for now"

He seems unsatisfied, but trusts Vrakrash.

The first tavern they spot is "The Horned Gnome", a few dwarves lie outside laughing at humans vomitting their toes up. Entertainment tonight is a professional farter.

OOC: Not a joke, professional farter was an actual medieval job!

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"Alright dragon, I shall do this for now"

He seems unsatisfied, but trusts Vrakrash.

The first tavern they spot is "The Horned Gnome", a few dwarves lie outside laughing at humans vomitting their toes up. Entertainment tonight is a professional farter.

OOC: Not a joke, professional farter was an actual medieval job!

Vrakrash takes a look at the scene, in awe of the tavern.

'Wow. We HAVE to go in here.'

He enters the tavern and goes to the bar.

'Barkeep, a round of the strongest drink you stock for myself and my party. Praytell, can you point me in the direction of the nearest lodgings?'

He looks over at the farter.

'This is amazing, such rimwork - I haven't seen anything like this since my time in the Fire Realm... not a place you want a farter though... didn't end so well... would it be rude if I gave it a try after my drink?'

Evade

Necrominus wrote: »

'Let's find a tavern so!'

Iuric approaches Vrakrash, not having heard the previous sentences, "What say we find a tavern with pleasant indoor scenery, I'm quite fond of blondes, and tell great tales of battle and courage to all who'll hear of them?"

sKeith

Sarric takes note of where the tavern is, then goes scouting out the temple area looking for his new deities temple.
He will spend up to four hours at this task.
If he finds it within the time he will have a quick survey of the temple from the outside and return to the tavern.
If he does not find it he will return to the tavern tired and will continue his search again another day.

OOC: feel free to return Sarric when the time has past or update if requires interaction within alotted time.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash takes a look at the scene, in awe of the tavern.

'Wow. We HAVE to go in here.'

He enters the tavern and goes to the bar.

'Barkeep, a round of the strongest drink you stock for myself and my party. Praytell, can you point me in the direction of the nearest lodgings?'

He looks over at the farter.

'This is amazing, such rimwork - I haven't seen anything like this since my time in the Fire Realm... not a place you want a farter though... didn't end so well... would it be rude if I gave it a try after my drink?'

The tavern goes quite. The mostly human clientele stare.

Karinth nudges Vrakrash and Iuric.

"I know the issue here"

He turns to the crowd.

"We are simply an adventuring group.

This is Iuric a zealot descended from a god.
Retula is a god.
Vrakrash is a golden dragon humanoid hybrid, try to guess which race his father is from, you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Sarric is a high elven monk from the Feywild, so technically he's not made of matter like everybody else, but fey stuff. Great chap though.
Ser Boros is human, as you are and a knight ladies!
Columbo is a sentient..."

"Magic serpent, monster I suppose" Columbo answers

"...water monster.
Wade is a simple drow..."

The people grimace in fear

"...the kind that doesn't turn to instant murder
Mags is...an Orcman octopus bard, I think, good for entertainment.
Sora here is an ancient queen.
And Jeremy...well. Jeremy is uhm...our mount...may I tie him up outside barkeep?"

He heads out with Jeremy

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Sarric takes note of where the tavern is, then goes scouting out the temple area looking for his new deities temple.
He will spend up to four hours at this task.
If he finds it within the time he will have a quick survey of the temple from the outside and return to the tavern.
If he does not find it he will return to the tavern tired and will continue his search again another day.

OOC: feel free to return Sarric when the time has past or update if requires interaction within alotted time.

Sarric comes upon the temple in the dead of the night. A small building, two stories, two rooms on each floor. Smooth black walls, with stars and a moon painted on.

Jack Moore

Fourier wrote: »

The tavern goes quite. The mostly human clientele stare.

Karinth nudges Vrakrash and Iuric.

"I know the issue here"

He turns to the crowd.

"We are simply an adventuring group.

This is Iuric a zealot descended from a god.
Retula is a god.
Vrakrash is a golden dragon humanoid hybrid, try to guess which race his father is from, you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Sarric is a high elven monk from the Feywild, so technically he's not made of matter like everybody else, but fey stuff. Great chap though.
Ser Boros is human, as you are and a knight ladies!
Columbo is a sentient..."

"Magic serpent, monster I suppose" Columbo answers

"...water monster.
Wade is a simple drow..."

The people grimace in fear

"...the kind that doesn't turn to instant murder
Mags is...an Orcman octopus bard, I think, good for entertainment.
Sora here is an ancient queen.
And Jeremy...well. Jeremy is uhm...our mount...may I tie him up outside barkeep?"

He heads out with Jeremy

“Have ye any mushroom wine?”

Fourier

The professional farter, seeing a lull in the nightly banter, speaks.

"All are welcome. Dragon, your kind are respected in the city. Would you come up to aide me?"

Fourier

Jack Moore wrote: »

“Have ye any mushroom wine?”

The barkeep looks over.

"One bottle, it's rare stuff, last drow through here was four years ago. Willing to pay premium?"

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

Sarric comes upon the temple in the dead of the night. A small building, two stories, two rooms on each floor. Smooth black walls, with stars and a moon painted on.

Sarric notes the location and returns to the tavern.

Banjo

Retula looks for a graveyard and if she finds one blows the whistle to take the dogs for walkies.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The professional farter, seeing a lull in the nightly banter, speaks.

"All are welcome. Dragon, your kind are respected in the city. Would you come up to aide me?"

'Sure, a drink first though.'

Vrakrash grabs a drink from a random table and downs it before joining the farter on stage.

Evade

Iuric strolls up to the bar and gets the attention of barkeep "A tankard of good strong my good man" and has a look around for any blondes in need of company and the regaling of exciting tales.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Retula looks for a graveyard and if she finds one blows the whistle to take the dogs for walkies.

The Osinzir death hounds drop out the 23rd Osinzir Hell, paws slightly ablaze, smoke smelling of gravel pouring from their mouths.

They give her a friendly lick and go for a midnight run.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Sure, a drink first though.'

Vrakrash grabs a drink from a random table and downs it before joining the farter on stage.

The farter begins a story.

"Friends, long ago a dragon lived in this city, she sired our entire transport service. However, did ye ever hear tell of their father. We travel back long ago..."

He drops his trousers, picks up some paint and paints his arse gold.

"...this is Citra, queen of the dragons and this..."

He points to Vrakrash.

"...is her mate and thus their romance begins..."

He brings his arse next to Vrakrash.

"...Majakr moska irthiski?" he says in Draconic, meaning "My dear, give me a kiss?" opening and closing the cheeks as if they were a mouth.

Necro

Vrakrash smiles and drops his trousers.

'I'll give ya more than a kiss lad!'

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

Iuric strolls up to the bar and gets the attention of barkeep "A tankard of good strong my good man" and has a look around for any blondes in need of company and the regaling of exciting tales.

The barkeep narrows his eyes.

"A tankard, you look too lithe to handle that...are you sure?"

Two blonde women sit in the corner. Like many others in the tavern, they are enchanted by Iuric's features.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash smiles and drops his trousers.

'I'll give ya more than a kiss lad!'

The bar bursts out laughing as the tension is lifted.

The farter pulls up his trousers and bows, before extending a handshake to Vrakrash.

"A drink my friend, I think you just improved my performance"

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The bar bursts out laughing as the tension is lifted.

The farter pulls up his trousers and bows, before extending a handshake to Vrakrash.

"A drink my friend, I think you just improved my performance"

Vrakrash accepts the handshake.

'I will accept your offer - but I'm buying the drinks.'

He turns to the floor and roars.

'A ROUND FOR THE HOUSE!'

He turns round and farts as loudly as he can.

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

The barkeep narrows his eyes.

"A tankard, you look too lithe to handle that...are you sure?"

Two blonde women sit in the corner. Like many others in the tavern, they are enchanted by Iuric's features.

"I've had many a tankard in adventures past. Say, would you happen to know what the two visions there" gestures at the women "care to drink?"


OOC: A tankard is usually somewhere between one and two pints right?

Jack Moore

Fourier wrote: »

The barkeep looks over.

"One bottle, it's rare stuff, last drow through here was four years ago. Willing to pay premium?"

“What’s the cost I’ll see if you are worth it. “

Ooc see below

Jack Moore

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash accepts the handshake.

'I will accept your offer - but I'm buying the drinks.'

He turns to the floor and roars.

'A ROUND FOR THE HOUSE!'

He turns round and farts as loudly as he can.

“Oh never mind my dragon is paying”

Necro

Vrakrash calls over to Wade;

'Put whatever you want on my tab, friend - least I can do to celebrate your introduction to the group.'

He gestures to the barkeep.

'Make sure my drow friend gets the real stuff not some fake stuff. You won't like him when he's angry.'

Jack Moore

Necrominus wrote: »

Vrakrash calls over to Wade;

'Put whatever you want on my tab, friend - least I can do to celebrate your introduction to the group.'

He gestures to the barkeep.

'Make sure my drow friend gets the real stuff not some fake stuff. You won't like him when he's angry.'

“ I dont get angry as far as I remember but I do believe I have suffered some memory loss. He is probably right in saying that !”

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

The Osinzir death hounds drop out the 23rd Osinzir Hell, paws slightly ablaze, smoke smelling of gravel pouring from their mouths.

They give her a friendly lick and go for a midnight run.

Strolling amidst the tombs and sepulchres, Retula turns to her ridiculously big Raven.
"What are we going to do with you, H? You're about as inconspicuous as a burning watchtower, you're the size of a modest family cart, I think your scouting days might be behind you. Guys! No.digging! Have some respect! Anyway, tell you what, hold still..."
Using grave stones as a step ladder she tries climbing on the birds back to find a comfortable position that doesn't hamper its wings. Failing that, they experiment with hanglider positions and rapid pickups and dismounts. Finally they make a game of Hetyaro chasing the dogs and trying to pick them up on the wing. When the hounds' summoning ends she returns to the tavern, hopefully mercifully missing the farter act.

ooc : why yes, this *is* a long winded way of trying to avoid penalties if I try to use my bird as an evacuation chopper under duress. Thanks for noticing!

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

ooc : why yes, this *is* a long winded way of trying to avoid penalties if I try to use my bird as an evacuation chopper under duress. Thanks for noticing!

OOC: Depending on the circumstances why not

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Make sure my drow friend gets the real stuff not some fake stuff. You won't like him when he's angry.'

The barkeep hands over a bottle of mushroom wine. The bottle has a stain glass image of a drow slaying a beholder, probably the bottle alone fetches a decent price.

OOC: 150GP

Fourier

As Retula enters, one of the patrons approaches her.

"Sorry lord Retula, I've come trading from Osinzir, but I've yet to visit your temple, my apologies"

He bows, head pressed to floor.

Necro

OOC: I have about 400GP at last check of my notes, so that's ok. Plus the giant gem

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

"I've had many a tankard in adventures past. Say, would you happen to know what the two visions there" gestures at the women "care to drink?"


OOC: A tankard is usually somewhere between one and two pints right?

OOC: Yeah, he just things you can't handle from your race's build

"No worries Sir, here you are..." he hands over the tankard "...the ladies? I think they'd be happy to be bought anything"

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Yeah, he just things you can't handle from your race's build

"No worries Sir, here you are..." he hands over the tankard "...the ladies? I think they'd be happy to be bought anything"

"Indeed? Then, hmm, two cups of sweet cherry brandy. As my Dragonborn friend announced he will take care of the bill."


Iuric takes the drinks and heads over to the women, "I am Iuric Mercutius, p... a hero of some renown, may I have the pleasure of sharing your company this evening?"

Necro

Vrakrash goes to the bar and hands over 400GP to the barkeep.

'Here, sir... let it never be said I don't pay my way. Now, keep the drinks flowing all night for my party and I'll settle up the remainder of the bill in the morning.'

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

As Retula enters, one of the patrons approaches her.

"Sorry lord Retula, I've come trading from Osinzir, but I've yet to visit your temple, my apologies"

He bows, head pressed to floor.

"Lady. *Lady* Retula. You see something swinging between my legs it's probably a tiny inner world Spiderman. And they're contagious so don't put it in your mouth.

But.... I have a temple? Oh for Ghaunadaur's sake. How far did that fool go?

Ahem! Then I guess you and me both owe it a visit. But it's getting late, buy me a honey-mead and we'll call it quitsies? I'll hit it in the morning. "

Fourier

Evade wrote: »

"Indeed? Then, hmm, two cups of sweet cherry brandy. A my Dragonborn friend announced he will take care of the bill."


Iuric takes the drinks and heads over to the women, "I am Iuric Mercutius, p... a hero of some renown, may I have the pleasure of sharing your company this evening?"

The ladies seem happy for the attention and move over to let Iuric in.

At that point a well dressed clergy man, purple robe and triple layered hat, topped with a jewel, enters the tavern, followed by a peasant in filthy rags.

"There m' lord, the first adventurers I've seen this week"

The priest approaches Vrakrash.

"Are you for hire?"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ahem! Then I guess you and me both owe it a visit. But it's getting late, buy me a honey-mead and we'll call it quitsies? I'll hit it in the morning. "

The merchant runs to the counter and buys the taverns entire stock of honey meed.

The crates are dragged out and placed before Retula.

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

The priest approaches Vrakrash.

"Are you for hire?"

'Depends on what the job is, Father...'

Vrakrash looks at him oddly.

'This is downtime, I don't do these... services... privately.'

Banjo

Retula face palms hard, like she's trying to crack a walnut with her skull and smear it's shell shards on her face.

"A. Singular. Ok...what's done is done. Join me for a drink and then do some stretches. We better find a wedding or something to donate this to. Oh, hold up..."

She brings a bottle over to Iurics table.

"Here you go ladies, like the gentleman, it's sweet and pretty to look at but leaves you with a splitting headache in the morning. Enjoy!"

She returns to her table.
"Well, to your continued health, Mr...uh...?"

sKeith

When Sarric returns to the tavern he scopes about to see if he can find some contracters who might be willing to begin works on making the temple he found stunning and breathetaking.
If he finds some he will enlist their skills.

Evade

Fourier wrote: »

The ladies seem happy for the attention and move over to let Iuric in.

Iuric takes a seat and places the drinks on the table. Then he recounts the events of the Dwarf Murder in the Demiplane of Madness while sipping his ale. Careful to leave out any mention of being a Paladin of Mesharum and is a little fuzzy on the details of what happened after they he freed the sorceress and on how they ultimately escaped.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Depends on what the job is, Father...'

Vrakrash looks at him oddly.

'This is downtime, I don't do these... services... privately.'

The priest looks at him with a frown.

"........"

He turns to Sarric who has rounded up twelve craftsman (OOC: monthly wage: 5GP each)

"High Elves are a noble and refined people, would you come to my aide for a price?"