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Waterdeep Dragon Heist

CH. I: A Friend in Need

Abrahms

One Thousand Club

Waterdeep | The Yawning Portal:


Waterdeep -- also known as the Crown of the North ... to some of you it is home, and for others an intended pit stop. Or at least it was, since friends and drinking partners have been gained in the meantime. Perhaps not true allies, you might not be willing to take a blade for them, but gods be damned you're quite willing to drink if they're offering to pay.

This evening finds you all within the famous Yawning Portal, perhaps deciding to splurge a little for the evening, and the very least to get away from the cold and damp of the spring. Misty rain blocks sight through the streets, but in here -- the warmth blocks it out, trading fog for smoke from the various lanterns spread through the massive tavern.

You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.

Then all the noise is eclipsed by a shout: "Ya pig! Like killin' me mates, does ya?"

Heads turn to catch sight of a seven-foot-tall half-orc hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure-but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl. What do you do?
 

SiegeBro

Garret Goodbarrel
Sweet Tymora! Dinner AND a show! Garret jumps off of his seat and runs towards the crowd. "Five dragons on the orc!" he shouts into the rabble, hoping someone will take him up on it. Using his size to his advantage, he tries pushing through the legs of the taller patrons to get a better look at the action.
 

HadesHerald

Wrecker
Leaping to the top of his table, Wrecker shouts over the crowd: "Ey! Don't go startin' somethin' I got ta finish. You're far from the biggest customers Ah've 'ad to tangle with."
 

Garros

Member
Werner twirled his wand as he casually stepped to the fray. "Oh my this is interesting." The minor illusion manifested. The loud lion's roar reverberated throughout the bar. "Everybody move! My aim is still off!" He then pointed his arcane focus in the direction of the humans.
 

SiegeBro

Garret Goodbarrel
Seeing the other thugs going for their weapons, Garret notches an arrow and points it at the four potential interlopers. "Now now boys, everyone prefers to watch a fair fight. Let's let them finish their business uninterrupted, eh?"
 

HadesHerald

Wrecker
Seeing as his shouted warning did little to dissuade the thugs from starting a brawl, Wrecker neatly steps off the table, "what'd I just try to warn ya', mate?", then strides into the melee and strikes one of the humans. Garret takes advantage of Wrecker's prowess and plugs the opponent with an arrow, ending his life. Then the troll climbs out of the well. Wrecker casts a longing eye to the where he was sitting at the start of the fight. His huge maul lies there, propped against the table. Then Durnan strikes it down and Wrecker launches back into melee, striking one of the Stirges, crushing in its head.
 

Chinchster

Junior Member
As the fight breaks out Hokk watches the half-orc grab hold of the tattooed man. Hokks drinking buddies are quick to react and assist the half-orc putting two thugs to sleep. Just as things are looking to be almost over a troll and 3 stirges come from the portal. Durnan jumps over the bar almost killing the troll in one quick series of blows. Seems we are in a little over our heads with this fight Hokk says to himself but getting angrier since his ale spilled.

The troll gets slayed and flamed, the remaining stirges getting splattered. "That didn't seem like the casual bar brawl," Hokk says turning to his companions. Turning to look at the half orc, "Nice to meet you, I'm Hokk. What was that about?"
 

Ordo_Zenos

New Member
When the anger turns into a brawl, Fosco is quick to put his hood up and slink into the shadows. He somewhat reluctantly looses a crossbow bolt at one of the humans threatening his friends, and later (less reluctantly) shoots a stirge after having his blood drawn by one. Noticing Durnan's fight with the troll, he smirks and nods approvingly. When the targets seem to be all eliminated he stays slightly behind Hokk, listening to his conversation with the half-orc. He says nothing.
 

Garros

Member
After the crowd parted the expression of satisfaction on Werner's face turned into a frown. The four other ruffians had drawn their weapons! Tsk, tsk. Now that wasn't in good spirits. Oh well. "You look grumpy. I recommend a nap!" The arcane words then left Werner's mouth. He could feel his tongue had fumbled some of them. Darnit he really needed to work on his pronunciation and keep his tusks in mind. Even so, two of the thugs closed their eyes. "Hah!" Werner exclaimed in victory.

Then the troll and the giant mosquitoes -stirges?- showed up. For a moment, the half-orc wizard looked at them with wonder in his eyes. The gravity of the situation got through him when the bartender suddenly brandished a blade, hacking into the sudden intruder. Werner sighed as he raised his wand. Such a shame. Then one of the Stirges stuck their giant needle into Fosco. "Hey, suck on this!" A small orb of fire left the wand. It struck the ugly mosquito on its side. The impact scorched the creature, almost blackening it completely. It fell on the floor.

After the fight was over Werner looked around. Hokk was talking to the half-orc lady that started the bar fight. The wizard joined his companion, making a flourishing bow. "And my name is Werner, pleasure to meet you!" He smiled in a way that he hoped was disarming.
 

SiegeBro

Garret Goodbarrel
Garret sees a ruffian pull his dagger only to be pummeled by Wrecker, at which point he looses his arrow and watches the man go down. Tsk tsk, shoulda listened. He sees another thug get shot from the crowd before there is a great commotion and a giant troll emerges from the bar's eponymous portal in the middle of the room. Garret watches Durnan put a hurting on the great beast before deciding to assist, shooting it with another arrow. The troll goes down and a streak a fire appears, setting the monster ablaze. Several flying creatures are taken care of and the battle seems to be over. Garret looks wide-eyed from Durnan to the sleeping gang members to the others in the room, "What was THAT?!?". A grin spreads across his face as he tidies himself up a bit and puts his bow away. Just when I was starting to get a little bored.
 

Abrahms

One Thousand Club
Yawning Portal:

As the scene calms down, Durnan works to hack the head off the troll to make sure its dead before motioning for the employees who hid to start trying to clean up the tavern. Seeing the group he motions towards them, "And get them a round of drinks on the house -- all the supposed adventurers around here and the lot of them ran off!"

The Half-orc woman turns at being addressed directly, frustration on her face at so many misses. She shrugs at Hokk's question, "Dunno, some Xanathar brats apparently thought I was a good target." She glances at Werner as he joins, "I could've handled myself, but I suppose I should thank you all for your aid. Name's Yagra Stonefist -- normally I can land my blows better, but at least things have calmed down now."
 

Chinchster

Junior Member
Hokk smiles, grabs the free ale, and scratches the back of his head in embarrassment, "I didn't hit much either don't worry about it. Is there anything we can help you with regarding the Xanathar brats?"
 

Garros

Member
Werner shook his head. "Ma'am you look like you can beat me up any day, but five versus one? Especially if the other side was more than ready to draw blades?" He raised his hands, trying to get the attention of of the bar servers. "I'll take a nice big glass of one of your wines please!"

Returning his attention to Yagra, "As my friend Hokk implied we are willing to help you with the Xanathar self-proclaimed guild. I am curious though, how did you get involved with a bunch of kidnappers, robbers and murderers?"
 

Ordo_Zenos

New Member
Still standing a little further back than the others, Fosco frowns a little. He speaks quietly but finds just the right spot for everyone to hear him. "Also, they mentioned you killin' their mates unless I heard wrong. Care to tell us why you did that? We're all together here in wanting to help, though I 'spect my methods might be a little...different from my friends here."

Fosco grabs an available mug of ale from the bar. "If you want our help, I gotta know everything I can about this gang."
 

SiegeBro

Garret Goodbarrel
Garret happily grabs his free ale and finds a seat near the group. "I never mind getting rid of a few bullies," He leans back in his chair and takes a long swig. "But I guess it'd be nice to know why."
 

Abrahms

One Thousand Club
Yawning Portal:

Yagra studied the group for a few moments, "My history is my own, but ... if you're truly interested in dealing against the Xanathar Guild, keep your eyes and ears out for a man named Davil."

Noise can be heard as an older looking man pushes through the various patrons ambling around the room and commenting on the dead -- he speaks, "So brave! So brave indeed! Truly, a credit to adventurers everywhere!" He paused, "You are adventurers, right? I could use your help, let's find a table to talk, shall we?" He seems to finally realize Yagra is standing there, "Oh, my dear! Am I interrupting?"

Shaking her head, she replies, "Not at all, chronicler, I was just about to find a less chaotic bar for the night. Be well." Bowing her head towards the party she grabbed her things and exited.

The older man clasps his hand and looks each of you over with a grin, "Shall we?"

Moving to a table where he happily sits, waiting for you all to join him, the figure who approached you strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. "Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust 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."

Looking slightly embarrassed as he continued, "My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He's got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped-or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons 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?"
 

HadesHerald

Wrecker
"I'm not-" Wrecker stops, rubs the back of his neck and then smiles. 100 dragons apiece? That would get him far, and the forge had been slow lately. Malrakir had been explaining the easy money to be made if one could get a quest. And one had just walked up to him. "I'm in."
 

Ordo_Zenos

New Member
Fosco just hides a laugh at the name "Floon Blagmaar," then licks his lips and says "I'll take the dragons." He was taking a risk, assuming this was an honest man. He didn't want to end up on the wrong side of the law here.
 

SiegeBro

Garret Goodbarrel
Garret scratches his head for a couple of seconds, doing the math. "I'm not one to say 'no' to easy gold, but that's a lot of coin for a 'friend'. Who is this Floon and why is he so important to you?" Something's a little fishy here. "Do you know who might want to take or hurt him?"
 

Garros

Member
Werner waved at Yagra as she left. "Thank you for the tip Yagra! Until next time!" He then turned to his companions. "Well that one's going to be dead in a short time. Shame."

The half-orc listened to the stranger. His eyebrows raised as the man said his name. "THE Volo?! Your tomes on creatures were fascinating to read! I've never seen anyone else take such an inquisitive stance towards the monstrous fauna. I would be more than happy to help such an esteemed fellow as yourself find this..." He paused for a moment as the name processed in his head. "Floon...Blagmaar. Anyway what can you tell us about him?"
 

Chinchster

Junior Member
Hokk starts to connect some dots in Waterdeep, he steps to the side of the enamored Werner, "And do you also know if he was working for or had any debts to Xanathar's or Zhentarim's gangs? From what I've heard and seen they seem to be the two big trouble makers in Waterdeep."
 

Abrahms

One Thousand Club
Yawning Portal:

At Werner's words, Volo grins, "Ah! A fan, always a pleasure to meet one."

Volo strokes his mustache as he thinks for a moment to answer the group's questions. "Floon is a long time friend of mine, and when I have moments of ... writer's blocks, he tends to help me get through them, usually by drinking. He may have irritated a few by acting as though he's noble, given the way he dresses, but I don't think he'd be involved in gangs! The lad's only got his looks to live off of, gangs and guilds would be too much for him." Taking a drink from his mug he continued, "Floon is quite a handsome man, in ... I'd say his early thirties, with wavy red-blond hair. He enjoys wearing princely garb, and was doing so when I last saw him two nights ago."
 

HadesHerald

Wrecker
"Do you know where he was coming from?" Wrecker is already pondering places in the city where snatching someone that looked like a noble would be possible without getting the full force of the guard called down on you.
 

Ordo_Zenos

New Member
"Or where he was going to?" Fosco adds right after. "Or if there was anyone who may have held a grudge on 'im, or the like. Might help findin' whoever it is took 'im."
 

SiegeBro

Garret Goodbarrel
"Those would seem a good place to start." Gold is gold, and worst case I've got ten dragons. Garret takes another long sip from his mug. "Also, any other favorite haunts of his would probably be helpful." Maybe he's just passed out in a corner somewhere. Ugh, nothing's ever that easy.
 

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