Feel free in your opening post to introduce your characters (could be just entering the tavern or already there doing something etc.)
The Tasty Tavern has several buxom wenches weaving around the tables as they make their way through the smoke filled common room delivering drinks and food. The barkeep keeps busy behind the bar, cleaning and tidying when not filling drink orders or talking to regulars. At just over half their capacity there are still many seats available in this cozy and clean tavern.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
An elf, clad in dark clothing, strides in, and takes a seat with a clear view of the door. He asks for a flagon of ale, before settling and beginning to hum a light melody and fooling around with a deck of cards, glancing towards the door every so often.
Sitting in one of the darker corners, is a tough looking human, wearing dark clothes. He has black hair, and if someone would come closer he/she would notice his blue eyes, that look kind of flashy, almost like lightning. In front of him is a pint of ale, and he is playing some solo card game
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Syvis walks into the tavern. The slender elf stands tall for his race, 5'10 with slim yet athletic limbs. His longhair tied into a high pony tail behind him, with his steps the tail of his hair swinging just above the hips. In leather armor, a quiver behind his back and a bow hanging from his shoulder, he walks with the usual elven grace and stealth. Looking around, the established seems busy but welcoming, with the pleasant smell of foods and liquor, the homey atmosphere filled with people's chatter, sounds of tankards setting onto the table, flipping of cards and clacking of dice.
With the diversity of patrons in the tavern, Syvis does not feel out of place at least. Finally he approaches the table in the corner, sitting beside the cloaked human. He sets his quiver down, and gives the human a curious look. "You have beautiful eyes." He comments.
Feel free to roleplay until at least 6 or more show up then I will progress the campaign and the others can catch up (I will insert them into the story when they are ready.)
The light sources are lamps (15 feet bright light and 30 more of dim) if this helps you pick where you are in the tavern.
A couple of the patrons, two middle aged men in traveler's clothes, turn their attention toward Bow as he hums the melody. The atmosphere is relaxed and many of the patrons are just enjoying the end of a hard day's work.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
A large half-orc enters the tavern. He's not what a lot of people expect from a half-orc. He's clean shaven, hair neatly cut and combed. He dresses in colors of brown and green and his clothes are clean, even his chain-mail shines. He sits at a table near the fire. He unholsters his large shield from his back and sets it down by his chair, the three connected, six pointed stars of red, orange and yellow clearly visible. He orders a flagon of mead and flirts with one of the serving girls. He seems easy-going and friendly.
While he drinks his mead and chats with the serving girl, he says a brief prayer and uses his Divine Sense to get a feel for the presence of good and evil in the tavern.
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Randall:
Entering the tavern and looking around to assess the crowd is a middle-aged human man. He wears chainmail, and a well-worn mace hangs at his belt. On his back is a pack and a weathered shield, although the symbol of a road travelling into the sunrise emblazoned on it looks to have been carefully maintained. With dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and weathered skin from many a day on the road, the man pulls off his helmet and tries to get a sense of the room.
Perception: 18
Moving over the the big half-orc and nodding at the holy symbol on his shield, he says, "Ah, a follower of Llira, I see. Have we met before? I am called Brother Randall, acolyte of Lathander."
Syvis looks up from the invite, meeting gazes from the other elf, "Come on," he says to the cloaked human, with a smile, "no fun playing cards with yourself." Before standing up himself and walks to the other table.
Passing the well-dressed half-orc, Syvis raises an eyebrow, intrigued. He haven't met a lot of half-orc before, though this one looks amiable despite the primal savagery of his half origin. He taps on the half-orc's shoulder, pointing his chin towards the bard waving his deck of cards, "Care to join us?" He offers, nodding both at the half-orc and the priest at the table.
Bow looks at the elf that sat next to him "Thanks, I guess".
After the invitation from the others he picks up his cards, and joins them "Sure, I'll join; what are we going to play?"
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
"Sounds good to me, as long as I can bring my food and drink with me," responds the acolyte. If Grim accepts as well, Randall will move the table over so they can have room for cards and food, going to the bar and ordering a cold brew and some hot food before returning to sit and join in the game.
"Greetings, I am Randall, also known as Brother Randall of Lathander, as I am a wandering priest of sorts. What's the story for the rest of you? Not laborers or farmers, surely, given your esoteric equipment," says the priest engagingly as the cards are dealt.
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
"There are a few things we could play, Blackjack, Poker, three-card-monty... take your pick"
He says, gesturing to the seats around him. He has a look about him that sets you both on edge and relaxes you, like you should watch your wallets but still trust him to play fair.
"Sounds good to me, as long as I can bring my food and drink with me," responds the acolyte. If Grim accepts as well, Randall will move the table over so they can have room for cards and food, going to the bar and ordering a cold brew and some hot food before returning to sit and join in the game.
"Greetings, I am Randall, also known as Brother Randall of Lathander, as I am a wandering priest of sorts. What's the story for the rest of you? Not laborers or farmers, surely, given your esoteric equipment," says the priest engagingly as the cards are dealt.
"I am looking for something of... importance to me. It was stolen, and I aim to get it back. My name is Ceo, you?"
He says, pulling some elaborate tricks with the cards and still smiling a comforting smile.
A halfling in simple traveling clothes sits up at the bar, drinking by himself as he looks over the others on the bar. As his eyes can the place he moves a bit of a his hair out of his face and tries to flirt with one of the barmaids, this looking rather comical due to his much smaller height. "You know I might not look it but I'm second in command of The Black Talons."
"Greetings, my name is Bow, I just finished a contract, and will probably look for a new one from tomorrow onwards.
Poker sounds good, for the amount of players"
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
In walks Petcan, a medium height slender figure. His vantablack skin, pale hair and pointed ears are clear indicators of Drow heritage, but the rest of his appearance seems at odds with the stereotype. His hair is kept cut short, and nearly combed back. His shirt is a plain white button-up cotton affair with a brown vest having several worn pockets. His pants are a weathered tweed, and come down to beat up leather shoes that he must have had repaired a few times, judging by the nicks that may have been holes at one point. His smile is easy-going and inviting. All in all, he’d be downright friendly.
He walks closer to the card game. “What’s this now? Room for another in here?”
"Always room if you play right. Take a seat and I'll deal you a hand."
Says Ceo, gesturing to an empty seat.
"Now, it's been a long time since I met a priest that played card games, so why don't we play a little Three-Drangon, ey? And let's hear from some others about your lives and weapons of your trade."
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Farewell.
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Feel free in your opening post to introduce your characters (could be just entering the tavern or already there doing something etc.)
The Tasty Tavern has several buxom wenches weaving around the tables as they make their way through the smoke filled common room delivering drinks and food. The barkeep keeps busy behind the bar, cleaning and tidying when not filling drink orders or talking to regulars. At just over half their capacity there are still many seats available in this cozy and clean tavern.
An elf, clad in dark clothing, strides in, and takes a seat with a clear view of the door. He asks for a flagon of ale, before settling and beginning to hum a light melody and fooling around with a deck of cards, glancing towards the door every so often.
Farewell.
A large Tortle enters the tavern looking around before taking a seat next to the elf. He calls a server over and asks for a bit of rum.
Sitting in one of the darker corners, is a tough looking human, wearing dark clothes. He has black hair, and if someone would come closer he/she would notice his blue eyes, that look kind of flashy, almost like lightning. In front of him is a pint of ale, and he is playing some solo card game
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
"Fancy a game?" the elf asks the Tortle, gesturing to the cards he is messing around with, in a soft voice, as he takes a swig from his flagon.
Farewell.
Syvis walks into the tavern. The slender elf stands tall for his race, 5'10 with slim yet athletic limbs. His longhair tied into a high pony tail behind him, with his steps the tail of his hair swinging just above the hips. In leather armor, a quiver behind his back and a bow hanging from his shoulder, he walks with the usual elven grace and stealth. Looking around, the established seems busy but welcoming, with the pleasant smell of foods and liquor, the homey atmosphere filled with people's chatter, sounds of tankards setting onto the table, flipping of cards and clacking of dice.
With the diversity of patrons in the tavern, Syvis does not feel out of place at least. Finally he approaches the table in the corner, sitting beside the cloaked human. He sets his quiver down, and gives the human a curious look. "You have beautiful eyes." He comments.
Feel free to roleplay until at least 6 or more show up then I will progress the campaign and the others can catch up (I will insert them into the story when they are ready.)
The light sources are lamps (15 feet bright light and 30 more of dim) if this helps you pick where you are in the tavern.
A couple of the patrons, two middle aged men in traveler's clothes, turn their attention toward Bow as he hums the melody. The atmosphere is relaxed and many of the patrons are just enjoying the end of a hard day's work.
The elf shuffling cards snaps his fingers at the elf that just walked in and the human in the corner.
"Oi, fancy a game?"
He says, waving his cards.
Farewell.
A large half-orc enters the tavern. He's not what a lot of people expect from a half-orc. He's clean shaven, hair neatly cut and combed. He dresses in colors of brown and green and his clothes are clean, even his chain-mail shines. He sits at a table near the fire. He unholsters his large shield from his back and sets it down by his chair, the three connected, six pointed stars of red, orange and yellow clearly visible. He orders a flagon of mead and flirts with one of the serving girls. He seems easy-going and friendly.
While he drinks his mead and chats with the serving girl, he says a brief prayer and uses his Divine Sense to get a feel for the presence of good and evil in the tavern.
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Randall:
Entering the tavern and looking around to assess the crowd is a middle-aged human man. He wears chainmail, and a well-worn mace hangs at his belt. On his back is a pack and a weathered shield, although the symbol of a road travelling into the sunrise emblazoned on it looks to have been carefully maintained. With dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and weathered skin from many a day on the road, the man pulls off his helmet and tries to get a sense of the room.
Perception: 18
Moving over the the big half-orc and nodding at the holy symbol on his shield, he says, "Ah, a follower of Llira, I see. Have we met before? I am called Brother Randall, acolyte of Lathander."
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Syvis looks up from the invite, meeting gazes from the other elf, "Come on," he says to the cloaked human, with a smile, "no fun playing cards with yourself." Before standing up himself and walks to the other table.
Passing the well-dressed half-orc, Syvis raises an eyebrow, intrigued. He haven't met a lot of half-orc before, though this one looks amiable despite the primal savagery of his half origin. He taps on the half-orc's shoulder, pointing his chin towards the bard waving his deck of cards, "Care to join us?" He offers, nodding both at the half-orc and the priest at the table.
Bow looks at the elf that sat next to him "Thanks, I guess".
After the invitation from the others he picks up his cards, and joins them "Sure, I'll join; what are we going to play?"
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Randall:
"Sounds good to me, as long as I can bring my food and drink with me," responds the acolyte. If Grim accepts as well, Randall will move the table over so they can have room for cards and food, going to the bar and ordering a cold brew and some hot food before returning to sit and join in the game.
"Greetings, I am Randall, also known as Brother Randall of Lathander, as I am a wandering priest of sorts. What's the story for the rest of you? Not laborers or farmers, surely, given your esoteric equipment," says the priest engagingly as the cards are dealt.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Ceo smiles and says, continuing to shuffle,
"There are a few things we could play, Blackjack, Poker, three-card-monty... take your pick"
He says, gesturing to the seats around him. He has a look about him that sets you both on edge and relaxes you, like you should watch your wallets but still trust him to play fair.
Farewell.
"I am looking for something of... importance to me. It was stolen, and I aim to get it back. My name is Ceo, you?"
He says, pulling some elaborate tricks with the cards and still smiling a comforting smile.
Farewell.
A halfling in simple traveling clothes sits up at the bar, drinking by himself as he looks over the others on the bar. As his eyes can the place he moves a bit of a his hair out of his face and tries to flirt with one of the barmaids, this looking rather comical due to his much smaller height. "You know I might not look it but I'm second in command of The Black Talons."
"Greetings, my name is Bow, I just finished a contract, and will probably look for a new one from tomorrow onwards.
Poker sounds good, for the amount of players"
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Randall:
”Sure, unless you have Three Dragon Ante. That’s my favorite,” says Randall congenially.
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
In walks Petcan, a medium height slender figure. His vantablack skin, pale hair and pointed ears are clear indicators of Drow heritage, but the rest of his appearance seems at odds with the stereotype. His hair is kept cut short, and nearly combed back. His shirt is a plain white button-up cotton affair with a brown vest having several worn pockets. His pants are a weathered tweed, and come down to beat up leather shoes that he must have had repaired a few times, judging by the nicks that may have been holes at one point. His smile is easy-going and inviting. All in all, he’d be downright friendly.
He walks closer to the card game. “What’s this now? Room for another in here?”
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"Always room if you play right. Take a seat and I'll deal you a hand."
Says Ceo, gesturing to an empty seat.
"Now, it's been a long time since I met a priest that played card games, so why don't we play a little Three-Drangon, ey? And let's hear from some others about your lives and weapons of your trade."
Farewell.