Human Error
*Insert Incoherent Screeching Here*
Garath slices his sword downward, a tight angle, due to it being attached to Ale, however, Garath managed to slice it straight off, killing it in the process.
Initiative Ends
Durnan glanced down the pit and shrugged, resting his greatsword on the ground, turning to face the party, "You fought well." He said before moving back behind the counter, hanging his sword up on the wall once more.
Some of the patrons who were stayed behind came out of hiding and began to clap and cheer.
But out of the crowd came a man, a large smile on his face, he walked up to the party, taking off his hat and bending into a low bow.
"Volothamp, Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, At your service."
He looked at each party member,
"You all seem like an able lot, maybe you can help me, come, come, let's find a table to talk, shall we?"
Volothamp turned his attention toward Cassandra and bowed once more, "And you and I can speak of why you are here, I apologize for the tardiness, princess."
He led them all to a newly opened booth, and waited for everyone to get settled before speaking once more.
Volothamp strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf,
"I trust some of you've noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven't seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur's Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
Volothamp's voice went from having an air of charm and mystery, to devolving into tearful sincerity,
"My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He's got more beauty the brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple of nights ago an was kidnapped... Or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons (Gold) apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?"
Volothamp practically started begging near the end of the plea, pulling gold coins out of his pouch and laying them upon the table, looking up at each of the party.
Initiative Ends
Durnan glanced down the pit and shrugged, resting his greatsword on the ground, turning to face the party, "You fought well." He said before moving back behind the counter, hanging his sword up on the wall once more.
Some of the patrons who were stayed behind came out of hiding and began to clap and cheer.
But out of the crowd came a man, a large smile on his face, he walked up to the party, taking off his hat and bending into a low bow.
"Volothamp, Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, At your service."
He looked at each party member,
"You all seem like an able lot, maybe you can help me, come, come, let's find a table to talk, shall we?"
Volothamp turned his attention toward Cassandra and bowed once more, "And you and I can speak of why you are here, I apologize for the tardiness, princess."
He led them all to a newly opened booth, and waited for everyone to get settled before speaking once more.
Volothamp strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf,
"I trust some of you've noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven't seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur's Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
Volothamp's voice went from having an air of charm and mystery, to devolving into tearful sincerity,
"My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He's got more beauty the brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple of nights ago an was kidnapped... Or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons (Gold) apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?"
Volothamp practically started begging near the end of the plea, pulling gold coins out of his pouch and laying them upon the table, looking up at each of the party.