Krane, HP 25/25 Surges 7/7 Dailies 1/1


Wait, thats not right. I was supposed to win.

Krane scratches his head. He hands over the silver coin while taking a long look at the cards. He shuffles them in his hands and tries to play the game with himself. Finally he just gives up and puts them in his pocket.

Barkeep, I have another one. Bring me four beers.

The minotaur brings four mugs of ale.

Now, I bet you that I can drink three of these beers before you drink just one. If I win you buy the beers and if I lose I will buy the beers. Now, before you think there is anything funny going on, neither of us is allowed to touch the other one's glasses or do anything funny.

The minotaur seems to think there is something funny going on, but cant figure it out. Reluctantly he agrees to the bet.

One last thing, since you are twice my size and I have three times as much to drink, why dont you let me drink one of the beers first. When I finish and set my mug down on the table then you can begin.

The minotaur again agrees. Krane finishes his first beer and sets it on the table but before he has taken a sip of his second beer the minotaur is already finished.

Krane looks dumbfounded. Wait, thats not how it was supposed to happen.

The minotaur laughs uproariously and while he is distracted Krane nods to the others and motions to the backdoor.

Wait wait, one last game. I bet you 5 gold coins that I if you took an empty glass and slid it down the counter that I could hop from bar stool to bar stool and piss in the glass without spilling a drop.


nmucia previously rolled 1d20+9 = (20) + 9 = 29 (thievery)

landovers previously rolled 1d20+1 = (1) + 1 = 2 (Stealth Check)

edit: LOL

My guess is he's trying to help Pat as best he can."

Krane, HP 25/25 Surges 7/7 Dailies 1/1

Barkeep? The bet?

Krane says this while trying to hop from his stool to the next one over but he overshoots and lands on the floor.

Wait, thats not right. I was supposed to win.

Krane scratches his head. He hands over the silver coin while taking a long look at the cards. He shuffles them in his hands and tries to play the game with himself. Finally he just gives up and puts them in his pocket.

I eye my empty purse wishing for coin to get rid of this lot. I walk up to Rusty and ask, "Rusty, I've got a conundrum that you might be able to help with. I need to talk to Pat, I think he knows more about my letter, but he won't help until I've both cleared out the bar and patched up his wall. I'd like to do this as squarely as possible, but I don't have a copper left to my name. If I fix that wall of yours, will you serve that Warforged lot a 'hobgoblin'—whatever that might be—so that they'll leave?"

Vaile taps the dwarf on the shoulder.
If I might be of service to you, Dwarf sir, take a few coins of mine to pay for the drinks you require. I imagine the results on the Warforged will be quite intriguing.

Vaile uses mage hand to remove 6 gold from her coin purse and put them on the bar.

I eye the mage suspiciously, especially due to her comment about the Warforged. "Thanks, I hope that this will help me get on my way. Blessings of Moradin upon you, may you find the stone always to your liking and your back always watched."

Turning back to Rusty, "Here's the coin to pay for the drinks. Mind serving them? I need to ask my new acquaintance here a question."

I look back and the Eladrin and it's only then I note that she's not like the rest of the folk in the bar. She's tall, graceful, and equipped for the road, not the tavern. "What brings you here?"

Vaile stares at the dwarf a moment, deciding whether to go with the long or the brief version.

I'm here looking for suitable work for a Wizard. In the meantime, I'm observing people getting sloshed.

Barkeep, I have another one. Bring me four beers.

The minotaur brings four mugs of ale.

Now, I bet you that I can drink three of these beers before you drink just one. If I win you buy the beers and if I lose I will buy the beers. Now, before you think there is anything funny going on, neither of us is allowed to touch the other one's glasses or do anything funny.

The minotaur seems to think there is something funny going on, but cant figure it out. Reluctantly he agrees to the bet.

One last thing, since you are twice my size and I have three times as much to drink, why dont you let me drink one of the beers first. When I finish and set my mug down on the table then you can begin.

The minotaur again agrees. Krane finishes his first beer and sets it on the table but before he has taken a sip of his second beer the minotaur is already finished.

Krane looks dumbfounded. Wait, thats not how it was supposed to happen.

The minotaur laughs uproariously and while he is distracted Krane nods to the others and motions to the backdoor.

Argos: Well, I can't say I approve of this fellow's method but I can't deny this is the best chance we'll get to get to that backroom. And I want to know what's going on here.

I move towards Ayrien and lower my voice: Is there anything at all behind that wall, Ayrien? That carpentry looks terrible, did you try to force it? You should join us when you're done there, we're going to talk to the gnoll.

While I pass by Hiran and Vaile I say: Sir, you seemed to want a word with the gnoll as well. Feel free to join us, along with your friend. I nod to Roulan.

While the Minotaur is being distracted by Krane, I quietly walk past the bar, go to the door the gnoll went through and try to open it.

landovers previously rolled 1d20+1 = (1) + 1 = 2 (Stealth Check)

I watch the cleric as his scale armor creaks loudly right as he gets to the back doorway. I stop Rusty as he stands up, "I believe he means well, he is a cleric of what looks to be Dol Arrah. My guess is he's trying to help Pat as best he can."

wesbaker previously rolled 1d20+7 = (10) + 7 = 17 (Diplomacy)

Argos: Sir Rusty, isn't it? Sir, I'm afraid your employee and I were interrupted in the middle of an important conversation. He seemed in distress so I thought I'd go to the back and offer him a helping hand. Please, do not mind me. I don't want to bother you, as I can see you are playing a game and I would not disrupt your winning streak.


landovers previously rolled 1d20+8 = (19) + 8 = 27 (Diplomacy)

Roulan quickly steps over to Rusty, being careful to turn his back to the door Pat went through allowing Argos another opportunity to sneak through.

Roulan: What my companion is trying to say is that there appears to be something troubling your Gnoll friend. Perhaps you know what is bothering him? Perhaps its what caused that hole in the wall?

Wait wait, one last game. I bet you 5 gold coins that I if you took an empty glass and slid it down the counter that I could hop from bar stool to bar stool and piss in the glass without spilling a drop.

nmucia previously rolled 1d20+9 = (20) + 9 = 29 (thievery)

Krane says this while trying to hop from his stool to the next one over but he overshoots and lands on the floor.

"I don't know what "he" you are talking about priest, but if you want to go talk to Pat, go right ahead." says Rusty. "Here, take the drink that Pat wanted too. Oh, and don't say "hobgoblin" when you are back there."

Rusty then turns back to Krane and watches him slowly gulp down the rest of the beer. The crowd slowly start to disperse.

As the glass flies down the counter, Krane starts hopping across the barstools. He starts out fairly well but misses the third hop entirely, urine flies all over the room. As Krane picks himself up the minotaur bursts out laughing. Suddenly, one of the war-forged in the corner of the room, ho had been watching Krane with quite some interest, jumps to his feet and overturns the table.

The bartender says "What the hell! What is the matter with him?"

You see, I bet those warforged over there 20 gold pieces that not only would I piss all over your bar, but that you would be happy about it.

The bartender runs walks over to the warforged who are now so adamantly upset that they start breaking ever piece of furniture around them. demanding that they clean up the mess

I nod to Rusty and takes Pat's drink. Moving to the door, I sigh and mumble to myself: That did not go smoothly as hoped. Serves me right, a disciple of the goddess of light trying to sneak around... message received, Dol Arrah.

I try to open the backdoor. If it's locked, I knock.

Krane uses this distraction to button his pants and then follow the others into the back room, but stays just far enough back to be out of sight to the man he pissed off not 10 minutes earlier.

Come on guys, lets not let this adventure die before anything fun happens.

Vaile puts away her notebook and follows the Dwarf into the back room, sure that opportunity awaits.

After checking out the hole in the wall Ayrien follows the others into the back room.

I walk into the back room, it smells of stale beer and freshly sawn timber. I see Pat and walk up to him, "Pat, what has you so frustrated that you would see us send away all of your patrons, the people who pay you for your goods and services?"