You begin like in every good campaign, in a tavern. People are shouting at each other and cups shatter on the floor every few minutes. The bartender Orc looks bored as if this is normal for him. The only time he looks up is when he sees mushrooms growing from the glass. The floor is sticky with spilled drinks and it smells like the whole bar is covered in it. The walls are decorated with deer heads pictures of the bartender with drunken-looking people holding an award. In the back there’s a booth with room for five people and a board with papers pinned to it. On the other side of the bar, people are gambling quite loudly. The floor around them is littered with poker chips, cards, and rubber balls.
A gnome sits in one of the booths, a glass of water rests cradled in her hands. A glass breaks from across the room and she jumps startled at the shattering noise. Her glasses fell slightly off her nose with the jump, so she takes one hand to adjust them back onto her face.
She is slender and small and looks well out of place amongst the ruckus of the bar. She looks nervously across to the other patrons in the bar and those that [may] be sitting next to her.
[not sure if we know each other...if not, then she is sitting alone]
Similar to the nearby gnome, the blue-skinned young aasimar with glowing eyes and colorful hair looks rather out of place in this bar. Despite the noise and rough-and-tumble atmosphere, she is utterly serene, engrossed in strumming the strings of her lyre and swaying her head back and forth as she plucks out a lovely little melody for no one in particular. She finishes just as the glass shatters and she spots the nervous gnome.
"My friend, be at peace, there's naught to fear in this place. Rough 'round the edges though it may be, 'tis safe and secure. Nothing shall harm you," They say with a warm smile as they continue to pluck at their lyre.
The front door opens and a tall young human practically falls into the tavern. His clothes, clearly expensive and well-tailored, are dirty and frayed. His dark hair is tousled and lackluster. His face — dark skin, high cheekbones, full mouth, and sparkling eyes — has a smudge of something on one cheek. He slams the door closed and leans back against it for a second as he breathes heavily. With an effort, he moves across the room to the bar. "Something ... to drink," he huffs toward the Orc. "Please," he finishes, slumping onto a barstool.
A drow is sitting in the far corner of the bar, looking extremely relaxed. He is talking to a bartender, and produces what seems to be a potion out of his pack. The bartender’s eyes widen. The drow grins, he has an infectious smile. The bartender can’t help smiling back. The glass shatters across the room, and startles the drow, though he quickly recovers himself. The bartender hands him gold pieces, and the drow leans back in his seat, handing the bartender the potion.
A small but beautiful looking Fairy is sitting in a corner with her head in her hands How did I find myself in such an establishment she thinks. She wears fine clothes, and has wings on her back, a backpack is standing next to her. As she seems to realize something Oh get a hold on yourself, you know why you are here, and what your plans all, no standup and go talk to others. She picks up her backpack and just starts walking form her spot when the glass shatters. She walks towards the bar and asks for a fine white wine, knowing that that is not something she can get in such an establishment, but hoping for it anyway.
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"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel
The Orc raises a finger to the fairy and pours a drink for the man who had slumped into the bar. He slid it over to the man then looked at the fairy. "We don't have that. Try again."
The gnome moves over to the table with the lute player hesitant at first, but comforted by their music and kind words, she nods her head in a self affirmation of confidence.
"That was very nice of you to say." She says. "I'm Corrin Nackle. This establishment seems a little less scary with such nice music. Will you keep playing?"
Corrin hugs looks down for a moment to ensure that the straps on her books is secure and that her coin purse hasnt been stolen in her move from the booth to the lute players table.
Of course you don't Aurora thinks to herself. "Well what is he having" she askes making a nod towards the man that just got a drink.
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"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel
She smiles. "Why, of course, if 'twould put your heart at ease and bring song to your soul," They pause their song briefly. "Well met, my bespectacled bookworm. You may call me Nevaeh. I will continue my song in exchange for what I may call you!"
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Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
"Well just a water than." Aurora answers. When she gets it she waves her wand above the water and mumbles something like Be wine (uses Prestidigitation to give it the flavor of fine wine). After that she looks around, and decides to join the music playing aasimar. "What a nice song, did you write it yourself?"
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"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel
The dark-skinned man accepts the drink from the orc and immediately begins drinking greedily. After three or four big gulps, he lowers the mug to the bar and coughs. He peers into the mug, clearly curious, when he overhears the orc's comment to the fairy. He looks at the orc and points at the mug. "What is this?" he asks, his voice a little hoarse. He coughs again, his eyes flickering toward the fairy and back to the orc.
"A drink. Just like you requested." He shakes his head and laughs heartily. "Could be poison, could be mead, could be anything. But it's what you wanted."
Nevaeh smiles at the fairy. "Thank you! No, 'twould be a lie to claim this tune as my own, though I honestly do not know whose 'tis. I just like to play it!"
If the small but beautiful-looking fairy is looking at the man sitting at the bar, she would see a flash of anger alter his expression for just a second before the tiredness returns. He sighs. "Sir, I have not had a good day. I have been on the road for more than a week and have now lost my horse, lost my way, and I have no idea if I'm even heading toward or away from my destiny. Would it be too much to ask for something to drink which will help rather than harm me?" He says all of this in a semi-bored tone of voice.
"My name is Aurora btw, what are yours?" Aurora asks looking at the Aasimar and gnome. than with disgust on her face, looking around the tavern "What brings you to this... establishment?"
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"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel
"I am Nevaeh. The winds of chance and a weary body have brought me hence. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance! Once I knew another Aurora, but you are rather smaller... By which I mean no offense! For 'tis rare one meets a fairy... rare for this one, at least!"
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Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
You begin like in every good campaign, in a tavern. People are shouting at each other and cups shatter on the floor every few minutes. The bartender Orc looks bored as if this is normal for him. The only time he looks up is when he sees mushrooms growing from the glass. The floor is sticky with spilled drinks and it smells like the whole bar is covered in it. The walls are decorated with deer heads pictures of the bartender with drunken-looking people holding an award. In the back there’s a booth with room for five people and a board with papers pinned to it. On the other side of the bar, people are gambling quite loudly. The floor around them is littered with poker chips, cards, and rubber balls.
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A gnome sits in one of the booths, a glass of water rests cradled in her hands. A glass breaks from across the room and she jumps startled at the shattering noise. Her glasses fell slightly off her nose with the jump, so she takes one hand to adjust them back onto her face.
She is slender and small and looks well out of place amongst the ruckus of the bar. She looks nervously across to the other patrons in the bar and those that [may] be sitting next to her.
[not sure if we know each other...if not, then she is sitting alone]
Similar to the nearby gnome, the blue-skinned young aasimar with glowing eyes and colorful hair looks rather out of place in this bar. Despite the noise and rough-and-tumble atmosphere, she is utterly serene, engrossed in strumming the strings of her lyre and swaying her head back and forth as she plucks out a lovely little melody for no one in particular. She finishes just as the glass shatters and she spots the nervous gnome.
"My friend, be at peace, there's naught to fear in this place. Rough 'round the edges though it may be, 'tis safe and secure. Nothing shall harm you," They say with a warm smile as they continue to pluck at their lyre.
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
The front door opens and a tall young human practically falls into the tavern. His clothes, clearly expensive and well-tailored, are dirty and frayed. His dark hair is tousled and lackluster. His face — dark skin, high cheekbones, full mouth, and sparkling eyes — has a smudge of something on one cheek. He slams the door closed and leans back against it for a second as he breathes heavily. With an effort, he moves across the room to the bar. "Something ... to drink," he huffs toward the Orc. "Please," he finishes, slumping onto a barstool.
A drow is sitting in the far corner of the bar, looking extremely relaxed. He is talking to a bartender, and produces what seems to be a potion out of his pack. The bartender’s eyes widen. The drow grins, he has an infectious smile. The bartender can’t help smiling back. The glass shatters across the room, and startles the drow, though he quickly recovers himself. The bartender hands him gold pieces, and the drow leans back in his seat, handing the bartender the potion.
erm. hello there, 'tis i. not that you know me.
A small but beautiful looking Fairy is sitting in a corner with her head in her hands How did I find myself in such an establishment she thinks. She wears fine clothes, and has wings on her back, a backpack is standing next to her. As she seems to realize something Oh get a hold on yourself, you know why you are here, and what your plans all, no standup and go talk to others. She picks up her backpack and just starts walking form her spot when the glass shatters. She walks towards the bar and asks for a fine white wine, knowing that that is not something she can get in such an establishment, but hoping for it anyway.
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel
The Orc raises a finger to the fairy and pours a drink for the man who had slumped into the bar. He slid it over to the man then looked at the fairy. "We don't have that. Try again."
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The gnome moves over to the table with the lute player hesitant at first, but comforted by their music and kind words, she nods her head in a self affirmation of confidence.
"That was very nice of you to say." She says. "I'm Corrin Nackle. This establishment seems a little less scary with such nice music. Will you keep playing?"
Corrin hugs looks down for a moment to ensure that the straps on her books is secure and that her coin purse hasnt been stolen in her move from the booth to the lute players table.
Of course you don't Aurora thinks to herself. "Well what is he having" she askes making a nod towards the man that just got a drink.
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel
She smiles. "Why, of course, if 'twould put your heart at ease and bring song to your soul," They pause their song briefly. "Well met, my bespectacled bookworm. You may call me Nevaeh. I will continue my song in exchange for what I may call you!"
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
He smiled very widely, looking almost sinister. "You don't want that."
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"Well just a water than." Aurora answers. When she gets it she waves her wand above the water and mumbles something like Be wine (uses Prestidigitation to give it the flavor of fine wine). After that she looks around, and decides to join the music playing aasimar. "What a nice song, did you write it yourself?"
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel
The dark-skinned man accepts the drink from the orc and immediately begins drinking greedily. After three or four big gulps, he lowers the mug to the bar and coughs. He peers into the mug, clearly curious, when he overhears the orc's comment to the fairy. He looks at the orc and points at the mug. "What is this?" he asks, his voice a little hoarse. He coughs again, his eyes flickering toward the fairy and back to the orc.
"A drink. Just like you requested." He shakes his head and laughs heartily. "Could be poison, could be mead, could be anything. But it's what you wanted."
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Nevaeh smiles at the fairy. "Thank you! No, 'twould be a lie to claim this tune as my own, though I honestly do not know whose 'tis. I just like to play it!"
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
If the small but beautiful-looking fairy is looking at the man sitting at the bar, she would see a flash of anger alter his expression for just a second before the tiredness returns. He sighs. "Sir, I have not had a good day. I have been on the road for more than a week and have now lost my horse, lost my way, and I have no idea if I'm even heading toward or away from my destiny. Would it be too much to ask for something to drink which will help rather than harm me?" He says all of this in a semi-bored tone of voice.
The orc smirks, "Its just wolfberry wine. Don't worry about it." He goes back to wiping a glass with a rag.
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"My name is Aurora btw, what are yours?" Aurora asks looking at the Aasimar and gnome. than with disgust on her face, looking around the tavern "What brings you to this... establishment?"
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel
"I am Nevaeh. The winds of chance and a weary body have brought me hence. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance! Once I knew another Aurora, but you are rather smaller... By which I mean no offense! For 'tis rare one meets a fairy... rare for this one, at least!"
Celica Maloraen | Twilight Domain Cleric 5 | Wildemount Irregulars
Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Have I ever heard of wolfberry wine?