<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Gold-Goblin.gif)<br/><br/><em>The Golden Goblin Tavern<br/><br/>Flamerule 30, 1384</em></div></td><td>          </td><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/05/SuzailL.jpg)<br/><br/><em>Suzail, Cormyr<br/><br/>Sunset</em></div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/62/Pathfinder-Darius-by-Yama-320-2.png)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Blake  Titangate<br/>The  Drunk</strong></span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>The singer and flutist ended her haunting song.<br/>The host -- a tall, lanky man with a long mustache --<br/>stepped onstage, gesturing to her eminence. <br/>"Pluck, give her a hand, everybody!"<br/><br/>She bowed, brown locks spilling over her face.<br/>Her hair was beautifully braided, thick, concealing.<br/>Then she whispered intensely in the host's ear.<br/><br/>"Oh? A challenge has been issued!"<br/><br/>Bards in line look nervously among each other.<br/><br/>"Ladies and gents! A brawl... of the bands!"<br/><br/></em></span></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15688702#msg15688702">Quote from: pdragon on 18-12-2020, 18:38:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fzmWUUx.jpg?1)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Familiar: Croquette</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/vyPKvFe.jpg)</div></div></div>Groza Kaal (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2353289)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 21/21 <strong>AC:</strong> 12 <br/><strong>Actions:</strong> <br/><hr/><br/>She rose a brow, however, when the drunk half-elf suddenly inquired into their being there, even mentioning something about a special request, "Well, uh not really. I'm here on more personal business" she said. Of course she had done some adventuring here and there on her travels to keep her little journey properly funded, but she wasn't really suffering for gold at the moment. Plus the idea of some random drunk being involved in "delicate royal affairs" was doubtful at best.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15688728#msg15688728">Quote from: Zaer Darkwail on 18-12-2020, 19:14:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright"><strong>Thurok</strong> (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2353274)<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1e/7f/f8/1e7ff8988b2a0d5c0012fe48011cf873.jpg)</div><strong>HP:</strong> 26 <strong>AC:</strong> 15<br/><strong>Actions:</strong> Order cask of ale, talk to group (and continue dumb barbarian act)<br/><hr/><br/>"Never met, folks this table, but done work, want work. Details, if others in." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15690097#msg15690097">Quote from: Silim on 20-12-2020, 03:19:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/o1v2n0cg64831.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Animal Companion</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/EVBI8BE.jpg)</div></div></div>Teoran (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2354828)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 30/30 <strong>AC:</strong> 16 <br/><strong>Actions:</strong> Taking a seat<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I happen to be looking for a silver-haired minstrel myself, but with the city as packed as it is, finding anyone with that description will prove... difficult.</strong>" Teoran shrugged light-heartedly. <strong>"While I'm looking around, though, I might be up for a little work. Can't exactly rely on magic to keep myself fed every day now. The name's Teoran, by the way. A man of the forests."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=327708.msg15691905#msg15691905">Quote from: Himi224 on 22-12-2020, 00:30:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/CK4PRbC.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Familiar: Fidget</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/aMEMqdp.jpg)</div></div></div>Sylvia Myriss (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2354516)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 14/14 <strong>AC:</strong> 12<br/><strong>Actions: Takes a seat with the other bastards and tries to flag down a wench for food Spot check to see if anyone in the party has any religiously identifying items on them. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151318)</strong> ,  <strong> And a religion check to determine the religion it belongs to.</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=151319)<br/><hr/>Sylvia's eyes drifted over to the armored woman's silvered hair as she unwittingly dropped five silver into the wench's hand and said "Saerloonian Glowfire," her attention more prominently focused on listening silently to the rest of the party discuss why they had come to Suzeal. Honestly found the whole ordeal too convenient to be true however however she felt it best to keep her cards close to her chest. "So you all came here looking for a silvered haired man. Well I'm generally not the superstitious type however I'd certainly say this is more than a coincidence. We all happened to end up at this table, divine intervention or perhaps amusement and what not."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><hr/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sylvia's Spot and Religion Checks</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sylvia, you somehow know a large amount about the Silverstars.<br/>Have you perhaps spent too much time in an occult library? <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">The only religious items in this party belong to Aliesa Silvereyes. Her <strong>MOON'S HAND HEAVY MACE</strong> and her <strong>SILVERN HOLY SYMBOL OF SELUNE</strong> on her forehead. She is looking very much like a Silverstar, warrior priest of Selune. Silverstars are dedicated advocates of freedom and tolerance, wanderers on the path of truth, and absolute foes of Shar. They seek to build harmony among lycanthropes and non-shapechangers, and they protect the weak and the oppressed everywhere. They cannot abide slavery, and they hate most undead. <br/><br/>They rarely settle in one place for long, instead moving when seized by wanderlust or enticed by a new cause or mission. Sometimes they receive visions and are seen as "touched" with prophecy by their closeness to the Moonmaiden. They deal with lunar energies and phenomena and are, to a limited degree, able to wield the power of the moon, bringing its fierce, pure white light to advance the goddess's wishes.<br/><br/>Clerics most often become silverstars; rangers are a less common choice. Selûne demands an individualistic outlook on life incompatible with the lawful nature of paladins and monks, and her passionately good and chaotic nature leaves little room for the balance a druid requires.<br/><br/>Silverstars are often found in large coastal cities dependent on the sea for trade and sustenance. Others prefer outlying reaches of civilized realms, where the lycans are. Wherever they are, silverstars oppose activities and misdeeds of Shar's followers, whether singly or in groups.</span></div></div><br/><br/><br/>The clumsy barmaid left, braving through the chaotic and clangorous Golden Goblin. <br/><br/>The drunk was amused at what he heard. Words like <em>"silver-haired", "bard", "minstrel", "hard to find", "relative", "Trevor Anthony Marble", "father whom I have never met"</em> trailed like music to his ears. So some of them were at least his children... and some of them worse, his victims. It looked painful and a struggle for them to even admit their connection to the stranger they needed to find. This was karma. This was consequence. Sins of the father at last returned to him tonight, all at once. The drunk had himself a good hiccuping laugh.<br/> <br/><em>"--Hic, hic! Hehe! Good news, my friends! This man is my offered quest, or at least a large part of it! The man you all want found is the man I want found! A soft-spoken liar. A traitor. He talked himself in and out of anything. He betrayed everyone. I chased his ghost for decades. Too long he evaded my reach. The bad news though? You're not the only ones looking for him. Powerful people are too, violent people who would do anything--"</em> His finger pretended a slice at his throat. Dramatic, but effective.<br/><br/><em>"--To those who utter his name in the wrong place at the wrong time, but hic, worry not--"</em> The drunken Blake Titangate eyed Thurok gravely and winked like an old man with riddles. <em>"--no one's said his true name yet. So take caution... If one of us was heard naming him, someone will come to either get answers or suppress them--"</em> <br/><br/>He side-eyed at faces watching from the shadows, refilling his mug, and looked at the silver-haired lady to impart a warning. <em>"--Or torment his child--"</em>  <br/><br/><em>"--I know his true name. If I say it, the people looking for him will be looking for us...--"</em> <br/><br/>He gargled down his Suzale and let out a wet belch. <em>"--How did the silver-haired bard become the most wanted man in Suzail, you ask? Listen closely, hic! Five years ago during one of the most horrific monsoons, assassination attempts were made on the Dowager Queen and her only heir Azoun V. Brutal stabbings but both survived. The attacker sighted fleeing the scene had silver hair and a musical instrument no less in his hand. And vanished. Never seen again until a week ago. Him here, during Midsummer and Shieldmeet among us, as whispers through thieves and spymasters--"</em> Blake Titangate looked conspiratorially at those sitting at his table, mumbling as patrons walked near, <em>"--He's going to try again and kill Azoun V who is now king. This time, with some of these people's help, he just might succeed. If that happens, Cormyr will turn vulnerable, in turmoil, with the crown up for grabs. Unless we find him first--"</em><br/><br/>He remembered another important thing, <em>"--There's the reward the king's been promising everyone from the Dragon Knights purple and blue to the lowliest commoner. 35,000 gold pieces. Split seven-way between us, that's 5,000 gold pieces --hic!-- each. Stop your silver-haired bard, protect the king of Cormyr. Not as easy as I make it sound but it seems for you, he is priceless...--"</em><br/><br/></td><td>      </td><td>(https://i.imgur.com/fzmWUUx.jpg?1)<br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1e/7f/f8/1e7ff8988b2a0d5c0012fe48011cf873.jpg)<br/>(https://i.redd.it/o1v2n0cg64831.jpg)</td><td>(https://64.media.tumblr.com/33da4bc89e3eb8c95264e6d15d35c211/tumblr_pcpp2urfYP1xtyoyso1_1280.png)<br/>(https://i.postimg.cc/1z4BYtST/selune.jpg)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/CK4PRbC.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/4a7b10f36f03906cb295bd9a3a21c693.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Pluck<br/>The  Virtuoso</strong></span></div></div>The singer, the flutist, the virtuoso they heralded as Pluck, was shamelessly baiting and taunting the bards in line who shouted and roared in return. She smirked like the jezebel and spoke melodically for all who cared to hear,<em>"Hurry. Just like we did in college. Form bands of three and alternate two minutes of your best. The good ol' Golden Goblin will judge (harshly, I hope) who delivers the best performance tonight and the worst. Drink up, folks, you'll need it. I will be back, after I get mine!"</em>She wandered off stage, giddy at what she's done.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes went from careless to spooked when laid upon Aliesa. Time seemed to slow down for her as she walked by their table, her eyes drifting to Sylvia, to Drothmick, to Teoran, to Groza, and to Thurok. She looked away, hiding her face from Blake Titangate. When Pluck reached the bartender, she could not help but laugh,<em>"I forgot what I wanted to order. Is that not funny! Surprise me, will you?"</em>The bartender got to work as Pluck turned around, watching Titangate's table obsessively, muttering under her breath,<em>"So funny..."</em><br/><br/>Pluck tried to be cool, to laugh it off, but could never shake that plummeting feeling.<br/>She held out a copper piece, whispering,<em>"Penny for your thoughts?"</em><br/><br/>She cast<em>Detect Thoughts</em>on the Titangate table.<br/><br/><em>(To each player: Apply your Wisdom modifier to your Will save throw. Make your Will save throw and include in your next post! If you fail this save, you feel nothing and have no idea it ever happened. If you succeed this save, you sense a hostile force or a tingle and gain no more information: no indication of the source, the direction it came from, or the nature of the attack. I will reveal Pluck's DC after everyone's roll result!) </em><br/><br/>