Dungeons and Dragons - Not Accepting

[Galipaygo]

Bump. Still looking for one more player!

[Cynomin]

Res. Last spot hopefully will get the form up tomorrow evening

[Galipaygo]

Slots are closed until further notice!

[Galipaygo]

Session 2 Start:

We finished with the party split, two characters in their rooms grabbing left items while majority tried to pursuit the strange red hooded person that took their photo...

What will happen now?

Rolls:
Finos (to sneak up to the robed men): 22 - Success

[Rose.King]

Finos Illius
-–―—•Male | High Elf Outlaw | Location: Outside the Hotel | Tags: None•—―–-

==>Finos' grip tightened on his dagger's hilt as the two robed being continued to speak to one another, slowly creeping forward and exhaling as he positioned himself in a tight corner closer to the people, glancing back at where he was and jumping slightly as he noticed the...giant...scarred...elf man with the ridiculously huge trident had followed along. Damn. He might be a hindrance, he's pretty tall and stuff. Finos sighed and rolled his eyes at the wood elf, focusing his attention back onto the conversation.

[Pippin2luv]

Averis Vanadian || Tiefling Shooter || He/Him || tagged: Thavan

After spotting the familiar trident from the breakfast table, Averis wove his way through the crowd towards what was hopefully the tall elf and not some other person with a giant golden trident..... which was oh so likely.
He pulled his hood up over his head, hopefully hiding his face from any police officers who might be suspicious of a man walking around with a sniper rifle on his back.
As he got closer to the elf, he spotted the red robes a little further down the robe and narrowed his dark eyes.
Once he had caught up to the trident wielding elf, which by the way, veeery subtle, he tapped him with the back of his hand to get his attention.
"What's tha situation?"

[Foe Paw]

Sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ Pᴏɪɴᴛʏ
---- she/her • 35 • tiefling medic • loc. out of the hotel •tags. averis, thavan

She spotted the other tiefling on the reunion hurrying out of the hotel, now kitted up in the type of outfit that promised trouble, with a sniper rifle strapped to his back. She followed him out the door, hurrying to keep eyes on the maroon tiefling. Past the crowd, she thought she saw light reflecting off of a golden trident on the back of a retreating elf, probably what they were following. The idea of someone out there with her picture on their phone was extremely unnerving. Having seen that at least one of her breakfast companions were able to deck out like someone ready for a raid was actually relieving, she said sternly to her paranoia - this might as well have nothing to do with her, but she still had to make sure it wasn't who she thought it was. As the group reconvened at a street corner, Sharp stopped besides the tiefling and the tall scarred elf, in silence. At a short distance away, people in similar clothes talked.

[NaCl]

Thavan Strine || Wood Elf Muscle || He/Him || Mood: Alert, slightly angered || Location: Outside || tagged: people???
Thavan's grip tightened on the gun as he watched Finos step forward a little. He narrowed his eyes at the high elf as he caught the other rolling his eyes at him.
At a tap on his shoulder, he turned his head he spotted one of the tieflings from the breakfast table, the rougher looking one at that. The elf made a mental note of his rifle and would keep an eye on him later. "I know as much as you do at this point, probably. Just that there is another one of the guys that snapped a picture of our table" he remarked quietly, watching the men out of the corner of his eye.

[Avrap]

Character Name: Alex (Short for Alexandra)
Gender: Female
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Medic
Physical Traits: Short, has copper tinted, but white skin, dirt brown hair, pale green eyes.
Personality: Curious, wants to help others
Brief Backstory(optional): In progress
Other:ty

[Egg With Legs]

Jivilvilm - Illithid Ambassador - The Party Members going on the chase.

Well, at the moment, it appeared as though the half-orc was occupied with their own thoughts. His attempts to get an answer from her having failed, he thought about going back to the buffet and finishing that water he had. This train of thought was promptly derailed when he watched one of the tieflings from earlier quite literally dressed to kill. As she moved to catch up with several other residents of the table, Jivilvilm watched and considered his options. On one hand, a group containing two snipers with their rifle, a dragonborn(which honestly wasn't too bizzare), and some elf with a trident (who even uses melee in this day and age...) was likely to draw unneeded attention to himself if he followed. On the other hand, if he could get his hands on another brain, he'd probably be satiated for the next week or so. Safety, or sustenance.....

Well, fortune favors the bold. hands clasped and covered by his robe's voluminous sleeves, Jivilvilm trailed behind the last tiefling to exit the building, keeping a reasonable distance away. Even if he was following this band of beings, he would like to see what they were actually doing before committing to being seen talking with them.