Ristra quietly entered the tavern. She's been watching everyone silently and making deductions. In this time she's finished 4 mugs of brew. Ah but she still has her wits about.
A strong looking older barmaid holding many a' empty mug approaches the table, "I thank ye to keep all that winking to yourself dwarf, I am a married woman after all" She gives him a smile despite her sharp no nonsense tone. "My name is Jhaele, I am the owner of the Old Skull, we have plenty of Skull Mead, 6 copper a a mug. For the wine I can get you a bottle for 10 gold or a pitcher of something a little less expensive for 2 silver, which would you like?"
Once Jhaele is provided the drink order for the table she waves to a young man across the room and points to the table, he scuttles over as she walks away, "'g'Evening! I am Turko, cook and waiter, this evening I have prepared a nice roast that is roasted with special herbs until the flavor dances upon the surface, its served with cherry glazed carrots. Or if you are not a meat eater I have a Salad so crisp you'd think it was grown in the bowl just for you. Both meals are just 2 silver, any takers?"
Those vigilant in the party, or of a persuasion that marking authority figures has saved their necks in the past, notice a strong man standing behind the bar. He appears to be the inn keeper but also occasionally steps from behind the bar to break up a loud disagreement or brawl before it gets out of hand.
"I'll take the roast, please," Vohana said, forgetting about her previous wishes to leave this company. "Some wine wouldn't be bad either," she mumbled. Maybe a few drinks would make this ragtag group a little more tolerable. At least her brother seemed to like them.
"Tha' roast sounds mighty fine," Ruvenel says with a smile. He flips the man a single gold piece. "Make sure the portions ain't for no birdies, eh? Bein' heros is hungry work."
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Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Turko clapped his hands excitedly, "Good, good, so 2 Roasts, and I'll tell Jhaele that you need a pitcher of wine. If anyone else needs anything let Jhaele know!" Turko seemingly skips off to the kitchen to make the food, as he passes Jhaele he gives her a short message and smiles; Jhaele narrows her eyes at him but then goes behind the bar and grabs a pitcher to fill with wine from the casks in the back. A few minutes later she returns to the table and delivers the pitcher of wine and takes any empty mugs back to the kitchen with her.
Meanwhile, A tall, middle-aged human male with wire-framed glasses enters the inn. He is well built and healthy, with shaggy hair and a short goatee. A satchel bulging with scrolls and parchments is flung over his left shoulder. Strapped securely over his right shoulder is a sword sheathed in a tooled leather scabbard. The mans eyes dart intently around the room, obviously looking for something or someone. Abruptly, his gaze falls upon your table, and a smile crosses his face. Making his way across the room in confident strides, he approaches your group. When he reaches you he says, "Greetings, adventurers. I bring you news of an urgent matter that requires immediate attention."
His voice is deep and clear, and for a moment his words don't register, the ale, noise of the tavern, and day full of travel having deadened your senses a bit; but then it begins to sink in: This could be opportunity knocking. Glancing about the room and noting the stares that followed him to your table, he quietly continues, "May I have a seat so we can discuss this further?"
Ruvenel stands and leads the man to an empty seat at the table. "Welcome, mate! Sit! Have yerself a pint. The news can wait 'til ya get the taste o' dust out yer mouth." He sits down himself and raises a hand to wave down the barmaid. "A mug fer our new friend, eh lass?"
The man smiles at Ruvenal, "Thank you sir" before sitting down the man pushes aside the empty dishes on the table with a sweep of his hand. Removing the satchel from his back, he props it against the table leg. He then pulls out a fistful of papers and spreads them out on the table. In one smooth motion he unstraps the sword from his back and lays it before your group. You study the stranger intently. His clothing is of good quality and fits his muscular frame well. He smells faintly of ink, which is puzzling. When you catch a glimpse of his hands you notice they are smooth, with no sign of the callouses or injuries that would mark him as a fighter or farmer. The only other clues to the man's work are the dark ink smudges on his fine, tapered fingers. As soon as Jhaele see's Ruvenel wave her down, and realizes who is at your table, she rushes toward the table with a cup brimming with mead.
"Compliments of the Old Skull, Lhaeo. We hardly ever see you anymore, the older woman comments."
"It's always a pleasure to sip Skull mead, Jhaele" he says with a contented smile. "But bill me for it. My absence from your fine tavern hardly justifies free drinks."
Jhaele smiles warmly before heading off to attend to other customers. Lhaeo takes a long pull of the mead, then turns to face your group.
"As you overheard, I am Lhaeo, scribe to Elminster of Shadowdale. Before I get into the specifics of the mission I referred to, perhaps you can tell me a little about yourselves?"
"I'm just a retired ship hand." This is said solemnly and quietly. He is obviously too young to actually be retired. "Name's Ruvenel." He lowers his eyes to look at his mug.
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Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Vohana was about to make a snide comment about another person at the table, but the moment she saw the scrolls bulging from his satchel, she was intrigued. Concentrating so much on the scrolls, she didn't hear what anyone had said. She saw this as an opportunity to learn some new knowledge. Quickly, she pulled out her journal and quill, eager to take notes. "What's that? What have you there?" She bounced eagerly in her chair.
"Well met Ruvenal, the sea is the most fickle love." Lhao said with a small smile, attempting to cheer Ruvenal up with a common phrase among sailors. Vohana drew his attention however as she began to bounce up and down on her seat, "Your eagerness to learn is admirable, You are from Shadowdale yes? I think I have seen you around the town?"
"Little sister, yes, I didn't catch either of your names?" Lhao takes a sip from his mead as he thumbs the edge of scroll he has laid out on the table.
Vohana flails a hand in Myth's face. Then she waves both her hands at Lhao. "Yes please! I'd love to see anything you're willing to show me. You don't mind if I take notes, do you?"
Lhao laughs again, "No of course not, this is all the research I have regarding the task I have come here with this evening. Please feel free to go through it" he hands over the satchel of scrolls to you. "Be careful, there are a few potions at the bottom as well"
OOC: Go ahead and make me an investigation check Fire
“Bah! Turning down an offered ale, no out of pocket costs... yer lookin quite burly for a scribe. Who’s ye trainer, a gold dragon?” Hjol asks of the newcomer with a laugh. “I’m called Hjolmond Shineshield, mastercrafter and smith, devote follower of the tenants of me lord, the mighty smith himself; Moradin. I have no doubt you have seen or heard of me works. If our services you need, explaining you must start!”
Hjol takes a long last draw of his ale before calling for another. This ale was delicious. Perfect for a night of relaxing and making new friends.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Ooc:male
Ristra quietly entered the tavern. She's been watching everyone silently and making deductions. In this time she's finished 4 mugs of brew. Ah but she still has her wits about.
A strong looking older barmaid holding many a' empty mug approaches the table, "I thank ye to keep all that winking to yourself dwarf, I am a married woman after all" She gives him a smile despite her sharp no nonsense tone. "My name is Jhaele, I am the owner of the Old Skull, we have plenty of Skull Mead, 6 copper a a mug. For the wine I can get you a bottle for 10 gold or a pitcher of something a little less expensive for 2 silver, which would you like?"
Once Jhaele is provided the drink order for the table she waves to a young man across the room and points to the table, he scuttles over as she walks away, "'g'Evening! I am Turko, cook and waiter, this evening I have prepared a nice roast that is roasted with special herbs until the flavor dances upon the surface, its served with cherry glazed carrots. Or if you are not a meat eater I have a Salad so crisp you'd think it was grown in the bowl just for you. Both meals are just 2 silver, any takers?"
Those vigilant in the party, or of a persuasion that marking authority figures has saved their necks in the past, notice a strong man standing behind the bar. He appears to be the inn keeper but also occasionally steps from behind the bar to break up a loud disagreement or brawl before it gets out of hand.
"I'll take the roast, please," Vohana said, forgetting about her previous wishes to leave this company. "Some wine wouldn't be bad either," she mumbled. Maybe a few drinks would make this ragtag group a little more tolerable. At least her brother seemed to like them.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
"Tha' roast sounds mighty fine," Ruvenel says with a smile. He flips the man a single gold piece. "Make sure the portions ain't for no birdies, eh? Bein' heros is hungry work."
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Turko clapped his hands excitedly, "Good, good, so 2 Roasts, and I'll tell Jhaele that you need a pitcher of wine. If anyone else needs anything let Jhaele know!" Turko seemingly skips off to the kitchen to make the food, as he passes Jhaele he gives her a short message and smiles; Jhaele narrows her eyes at him but then goes behind the bar and grabs a pitcher to fill with wine from the casks in the back. A few minutes later she returns to the table and delivers the pitcher of wine and takes any empty mugs back to the kitchen with her.
Meanwhile, A tall, middle-aged human male with wire-framed glasses enters the inn. He is well built and healthy, with shaggy hair and a short goatee. A satchel bulging with scrolls and parchments is flung over his left shoulder. Strapped securely over his right shoulder is a sword sheathed in a tooled leather scabbard. The mans eyes dart intently around the room, obviously looking for something or someone. Abruptly, his gaze falls upon your table, and a smile crosses his face. Making his way across the room in confident strides, he approaches your group. When he reaches you he says, "Greetings, adventurers. I bring you news of an urgent matter that requires immediate attention."
His voice is deep and clear, and for a moment his words don't register, the ale, noise of the tavern, and day full of travel having deadened your senses a bit; but then it begins to sink in: This could be opportunity knocking. Glancing about the room and noting the stares that followed him to your table, he quietly continues, "May I have a seat so we can discuss this further?"
Ruvenel stands and leads the man to an empty seat at the table. "Welcome, mate! Sit! Have yerself a pint. The news can wait 'til ya get the taste o' dust out yer mouth." He sits down himself and raises a hand to wave down the barmaid. "A mug fer our new friend, eh lass?"
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
The man smiles at Ruvenal, "Thank you sir" before sitting down the man pushes aside the empty dishes on the table with a sweep of his hand. Removing the satchel from his back, he props it against the table leg. He then pulls out a fistful of papers and spreads them out on the table. In one smooth motion he unstraps the sword from his back and lays it before your group. You study the stranger intently. His clothing is of good quality and fits his muscular frame well. He smells faintly of ink, which is puzzling. When you catch a glimpse of his hands you notice they are smooth, with no sign of the callouses or injuries that would mark him as a fighter or farmer. The only other clues to the man's work are the dark ink smudges on his fine, tapered fingers. As soon as Jhaele see's Ruvenel wave her down, and realizes who is at your table, she rushes toward the table with a cup brimming with mead.
"Compliments of the Old Skull, Lhaeo. We hardly ever see you anymore, the older woman comments."
"It's always a pleasure to sip Skull mead, Jhaele" he says with a contented smile. "But bill me for it. My absence from your fine tavern hardly justifies free drinks."
Jhaele smiles warmly before heading off to attend to other customers. Lhaeo takes a long pull of the mead, then turns to face your group.
"As you overheard, I am Lhaeo, scribe to Elminster of Shadowdale. Before I get into the specifics of the mission I referred to, perhaps you can tell me a little about yourselves?"
"I'm just a retired ship hand." This is said solemnly and quietly. He is obviously too young to actually be retired. "Name's Ruvenel." He lowers his eyes to look at his mug.
Oscar "Oz" Diggs, Human Technomancer Wizard (10)/Rogue (1) - Fate/False Revelation, PbP
DM, Kaden Tolgalen
Vohana was about to make a snide comment about another person at the table, but the moment she saw the scrolls bulging from his satchel, she was intrigued. Concentrating so much on the scrolls, she didn't hear what anyone had said. She saw this as an opportunity to learn some new knowledge. Quickly, she pulled out her journal and quill, eager to take notes. "What's that? What have you there?" She bounced eagerly in her chair.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
"Well met Ruvenal, the sea is the most fickle love." Lhao said with a small smile, attempting to cheer Ruvenal up with a common phrase among sailors. Vohana drew his attention however as she began to bounce up and down on her seat, "Your eagerness to learn is admirable, You are from Shadowdale yes? I think I have seen you around the town?"
"Possibly," Vohana said, still not looking at his face. Her eyes were still firmly planned on the scrolls.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Lhao noticed the Wizards gaze was set on his scroll filled satchel and chuckled. "Would you care to look through these?"
"You must forgive my little sister, she sometimes gets too......excited to remember how to behave sometimes..."
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
"Little sister, yes, I didn't catch either of your names?" Lhao takes a sip from his mead as he thumbs the edge of scroll he has laid out on the table.
Vohana flails a hand in Myth's face. Then she waves both her hands at Lhao. "Yes please! I'd love to see anything you're willing to show me. You don't mind if I take notes, do you?"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Lhao laughs again, "No of course not, this is all the research I have regarding the task I have come here with this evening. Please feel free to go through it" he hands over the satchel of scrolls to you. "Be careful, there are a few potions at the bottom as well"
OOC: Go ahead and make me an investigation check Fire
Vohana squeals with delight, and begins to dig through the scrolls, quickly looking each one over.
OOC: Investigation 18
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
“Bah! Turning down an offered ale, no out of pocket costs... yer lookin quite burly for a scribe. Who’s ye trainer, a gold dragon?” Hjol asks of the newcomer with a laugh. “I’m called Hjolmond Shineshield, mastercrafter and smith, devote follower of the tenants of me lord, the mighty smith himself; Moradin. I have no doubt you have seen or heard of me works. If our services you need, explaining you must start!”
Hjol takes a long last draw of his ale before calling for another. This ale was delicious. Perfect for a night of relaxing and making new friends.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
^ Vohana with the satchel of scrolls - hahaha
"Good luck getting those back...." he says to Lhao "my name is Mythanthar Falynn and this is my little sister Vohana Shadowcloak"
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword