When you walk into the bar you immediately feel a sense of unease. The bar is extremely packed which feels odd for a Tuesday evening, but there is something else about this place you just can't explain. No one appears to be hostile but you feel like you aren't seeing the whole truth about these patrons.
A table of three people catches your eye, and while once again you can't explain it you just have a feeling these are the people you are supposed to talk to.
The patrons at the table include a woman with short red hair. She doesn't seem to be very tall though it's hard to tell since she's sitting down but has a rather muscular build to her. She keeps fidgeting as if there is something on her back but there doesn't to appear too be anything. Beside her sits a larger man, who seems to loom over the women even as they sit. He has long dark hair and is laughing at something but you can't hear as to what it is. Besides him is a smaller person who is hunched over and mumbling to himself while he works on his laptop. He hair curly orange hair and a pair of glasses that are clearly broken. On his shoulder is perched a black crow. How or why a bird managed to get in here or was allowed in is lost on you.
Stefan rises from the bed of the dingy motel room when he hears something being slid under the door. He opens the envelope and reads the note within. “I guess it’s time to see if this is the real deal or just an elaborate con.“ He moves back into the room pulling on his various pieces of clothing. They are all fine clothing but if one were to look very closely they would see the tell tale signs of age and wear. Lastly he takes a cane from beside the bed. Unlike the rest this looks to be in very good condition. The black wood polished and smooth as obsidian. Brass at either end the handle shaped almost like a snake. Stefan leaves the hotel and heads down the twisting streets and alleys. Eventually hoping on a cable car to carry him most of the way to the bar.
Each of your characters has sepertaly recived a mysterious note you do not recognize the name or the handwriting of the letter, and it goes as follows,
To Whom It May Concern,
If you have received this letter then he is dead. We can not wallow in this great loss, because his deaths means that whatever he was protectting us, this city from. Is going to be able to take over. You have been sent this note for whatever reason he believed you have the nesiscary skills to keep this city save. At least that's what he believed. So, if you are concerend even in the slightest about the well being of this city, you will meet me here,
You can see at the bottom of the note an address for a bar you havent to before named McGuffins
Sincerely, Beck
(So more or less go ahead and describe how your character goes about going to this bar and what they do when hey get there.)
Gwendolyn is going about her daily chores at home, and goes to visit the livestock. She, as always, spends extra time with her favorite pony, Trixie, and while she does she finds a letter in Trixie's feedbag! "How odd" she says out loud to herself. She sits on a straw bale and reads the letter.
He's dead?? How can that be? I never thought this day would come - and that I would be specifically notified? This all is very strange. And McGuffys..I've heard of it, I wonder why there? She goes back to the house and tells her family she'll be out for a bit and heads out to the bar. She opens the doors...
When you walk into the bar you immediately feel a sense of unease. The bar is extremely packed which feels odd for a Tuesday evening, but there is something else about this place you just can't explain. No one appears to be hostile but you feel like you aren't seeing the whole truth about these patrons.
A table of three people catches your eye, and while once again you can't explain it you just have a feeling these are the people you are supposed to talk to.
The patrons at the table include a woman with short red hair. She doesn't seem to be very tall though it's hard to tell since she's sitting down but has a rather muscular build to her. She keeps fidgeting as if there is something on her back but there doesn't to appear too be anything. Beside her sits a larger man, who seems to loom over the women even as they sit. He has long dark hair and is laughing at something but you can't hear as to what it is. Besides him is a smaller person who is hunched over and mumbling to himself while he works on his laptop. He hair curly orange hair and a pair of glasses that are clearly broken. On his shoulder is perched a black crow. How or why a bird managed to get in here or was allowed in is lost on you.
Jean is immediately thrown by the atmosphere. He makes his way over to the table as he tries to stifle the creeping sense that this was not an audition. Still, he is just desperate enough for a gig that he figures he should at least see what the situation is. "They did ask for me specifically, after all."
Jean stands beside the table, trying to seem cool and composed, but really just awkwardly waiting for them to take note of his presence.
Todd is sitting in his usual nightly recliner. He has a bag of chips and beer on a small end table in a dark room. He is watching TV when a women's voice calls down the stairs, "Todd dear! You got a bit of mail." The overweight man leans over the side of his chair and replies, "Thanks Mom. Throw it down."The letter glides down the stairs and falls softly on the cool basement floor. With a significant effort (more of will than physically) he stumbles over to the envelope and opens it. As he ponders the contents and thinks carefully.... Awesome! I bet the guys are starting some crazy LARP! I best get going!
He wonders over to a cluttered table and picks through a variety of objects until he finds a rather elegantly designed piece of.... armor.... An exact replica of Geralt of Rivia's armor. He takes some type strapping it on and affixing it. He grabs a big duffle bag and stuffs a few other objects inside before putting a plain purple t-shirt and black sweatpants on overtop. (Can't go around the city looking like a crazy person....)
"Ma, I am going to borrow the car. Going out to meet the guys."He yells up the stairs.
"Have fun love don't stay out to late and please try not to drink too much, we have church in the morning." She replies sweetly.
He parks the small Fiat and walks into the establishment and whistles, "Whoa this place is really nice!" He runs his hands over his clothing and walks inside. He is tall, 6'5" but clearly overweight you would guess at least 230 pounds. His hair is a greasy black mess with wiry, patchy facial hair of an uneven length. He is wearing a dirty purple t-shirt on with black sweatpants that both too small. He is carrying a large black duffle bag and as he walks you can hear the rattling of metal. He looks around rather lost and shows the letter to anyone that looks like they might work at the place.
When he sees the table he walks over and greets everyone, "Hey! You all friends of Tommy and Dave? Name's Todd McCaffery. Nice to meet you all!"
The women at the end of the table looked up noticing the two of them. She slowly stands up and adjusts her back again but it’s still clear that nothing on her back. She smiled a bit and awkwardly extends her hand for one of them.
“Hi, um…well welcome,” she said softly. “Thanks for getting my note and coming so quickly.”
With a smooth practiced motion Stefan takes her hand and shakes it lightly. “A pleasure miss. I am Stefan. Stefan Hillbrook.” He pulls her hand up and bends slightly to kiss the back of her fingers. “I am filled with anticipation over this endeavor.”
Gwendolyn enters the very full bar, and immediately she is drawn to the table with the three sitting and two hovering. She has a strange urge to go and join them, so she does. She feels a bit awkward about the entire situation, but damn it, she has been summoned and she can do this.
Jean glances over to Stefan and then back at the woman before him. "So, uh... What kind of endeavour exactly is this? Because I am starting to a feel a little overdressed."
Apologies for the Canadian spelling. Of course, I say "apologies," but I am by no means going to stop.
Todd looks around a little confused as he doesn't recognize any of these people, "Ah, we've started. Sorry about that."He whispers as he starts taking off his t-shirt and sweatpants to reveal his immaculately maintained and well made replica armor. He stuff his clothing into his bag and pulls out a crossbow and a giant wooden club. He pulls himself up a little straighter and clears his throat, "Never worry fair lady! For I, Sir Todd McCaffery, shall rid the world of evil!" He proudly declares.
Oblivious to any possible awkwardness he leans over to the man with the broken glasses and says, "Out of character for a second here. Can I see you glasses they seem broken. I have a knack with that sort of thing."He will then reach across the table and take them off the man's face with his pudgy fingers and start fidgeting with them casting Mending. He then wipes the grease off the lenses and hands them back. "Good as new!" He looks at the others "Sorry didn't mean to break the immersion..."
(I am so sorry for missing all the replies! I was waiting for the full group and then and I didn't realize everyone had replied so my apologies. Also, Stefan looks cool as hell.)
Beck Glances over the now four people standing in front of her and gestures to the two empty chairs. "Oh, please sit so we can explain." She quickly runs over and grabs two more chairs for the others.
While she does Parker the man with curly red hair and glasses watches as his glasses are mended. "Oh, jeez thanks." He replies in nassely awkward voice.
Jean hesitates as the first two chairs are taken, still trying to make sense of the situation. He pulls out the note addressed to him and reads over it again. A gnawing dread sets in. For the first time he begins to consider the implications of the words before him if the whole thing isn't an elaborate stunt of some kind. And he realizes there is no way he can leave until he knows the truth of the situation. He takes one of the chairs provided by Beck.
In an attempt to keep the atmosphere light, he pats his pockets and jests to Stefan "Only if you're buying."
When you walk into the bar you immediately feel a sense of unease. The bar is extremely packed which feels odd for a Tuesday evening, but there is something else about this place you just can't explain. No one appears to be hostile but you feel like you aren't seeing the whole truth about these patrons.
A table of three people catches your eye, and while once again you can't explain it you just have a feeling these are the people you are supposed to talk to.
The patrons at the table include a woman with short red hair. She doesn't seem to be very tall though it's hard to tell since she's sitting down but has a rather muscular build to her. She keeps fidgeting as if there is something on her back but there doesn't to appear too be anything. Beside her sits a larger man, who seems to loom over the women even as they sit. He has long dark hair and is laughing at something but you can't hear as to what it is. Besides him is a smaller person who is hunched over and mumbling to himself while he works on his laptop. He hair curly orange hair and a pair of glasses that are clearly broken. On his shoulder is perched a black crow. How or why a bird managed to get in here or was allowed in is lost on you.
Could I join?
Yep, we’re just getting started too.
So what are starting stats and stuff, anything I need to add, can I roll for stats and how do we level/how fast?
Stefan rises from the bed of the dingy motel room when he hears something being slid under the door. He opens the envelope and reads the note within. “I guess it’s time to see if this is the real deal or just an elaborate con.“ He moves back into the room pulling on his various pieces of clothing. They are all fine clothing but if one were to look very closely they would see the tell tale signs of age and wear. Lastly he takes a cane from beside the bed. Unlike the rest this looks to be in very good condition. The black wood polished and smooth as obsidian. Brass at either end the handle shaped almost like a snake. Stefan leaves the hotel and heads down the twisting streets and alleys. Eventually hoping on a cable car to carry him most of the way to the bar.
Gwendolyn is going about her daily chores at home, and goes to visit the livestock. She, as always, spends extra time with her favorite pony, Trixie, and while she does she finds a letter in Trixie's feedbag! "How odd" she says out loud to herself. She sits on a straw bale and reads the letter.
He's dead?? How can that be? I never thought this day would come - and that I would be specifically notified? This all is very strange. And McGuffys..I've heard of it, I wonder why there? She goes back to the house and tells her family she'll be out for a bit and heads out to the bar. She opens the doors...
Yes you can role for stats, and leveling by milestone.
When you walk into the bar you immediately feel a sense of unease. The bar is extremely packed which feels odd for a Tuesday evening, but there is something else about this place you just can't explain. No one appears to be hostile but you feel like you aren't seeing the whole truth about these patrons.
A table of three people catches your eye, and while once again you can't explain it you just have a feeling these are the people you are supposed to talk to.
The patrons at the table include a woman with short red hair. She doesn't seem to be very tall though it's hard to tell since she's sitting down but has a rather muscular build to her. She keeps fidgeting as if there is something on her back but there doesn't to appear too be anything. Beside her sits a larger man, who seems to loom over the women even as they sit. He has long dark hair and is laughing at something but you can't hear as to what it is. Besides him is a smaller person who is hunched over and mumbling to himself while he works on his laptop. He hair curly orange hair and a pair of glasses that are clearly broken. On his shoulder is perched a black crow. How or why a bird managed to get in here or was allowed in is lost on you.
Jean is immediately thrown by the atmosphere. He makes his way over to the table as he tries to stifle the creeping sense that this was not an audition. Still, he is just desperate enough for a gig that he figures he should at least see what the situation is. "They did ask for me specifically, after all."
Jean stands beside the table, trying to seem cool and composed, but really just awkwardly waiting for them to take note of his presence.
Todd is sitting in his usual nightly recliner. He has a bag of chips and beer on a small end table in a dark room. He is watching TV when a women's voice calls down the stairs, "Todd dear! You got a bit of mail." The overweight man leans over the side of his chair and replies, "Thanks Mom. Throw it down." The letter glides down the stairs and falls softly on the cool basement floor. With a significant effort (more of will than physically) he stumbles over to the envelope and opens it. As he ponders the contents and thinks carefully.... Awesome! I bet the guys are starting some crazy LARP! I best get going!
He wonders over to a cluttered table and picks through a variety of objects until he finds a rather elegantly designed piece of.... armor.... An exact replica of Geralt of Rivia's armor. He takes some type strapping it on and affixing it. He grabs a big duffle bag and stuffs a few other objects inside before putting a plain purple t-shirt and black sweatpants on overtop. (Can't go around the city looking like a crazy person....)
"Ma, I am going to borrow the car. Going out to meet the guys." He yells up the stairs.
"Have fun love don't stay out to late and please try not to drink too much, we have church in the morning." She replies sweetly.
He parks the small Fiat and walks into the establishment and whistles, "Whoa this place is really nice!" He runs his hands over his clothing and walks inside. He is tall, 6'5" but clearly overweight you would guess at least 230 pounds. His hair is a greasy black mess with wiry, patchy facial hair of an uneven length. He is wearing a dirty purple t-shirt on with black sweatpants that both too small. He is carrying a large black duffle bag and as he walks you can hear the rattling of metal. He looks around rather lost and shows the letter to anyone that looks like they might work at the place.
When he sees the table he walks over and greets everyone, "Hey! You all friends of Tommy and Dave? Name's Todd McCaffery. Nice to meet you all!"
DM -- The Candlekeep Mysteries 1 & 2 Discord PCs -- Christian Dembele Forum PCs -- Edryd Breckon, Fizzlebit Forton Thornberry the Fourth
The women at the end of the table looked up noticing the two of them. She slowly stands up and adjusts her back again but it’s still clear that nothing on her back. She smiled a bit and awkwardly extends her hand for one of them.
“Hi, um…well welcome,” she said softly. “Thanks for getting my note and coming so quickly.”
With a smooth practiced motion Stefan takes her hand and shakes it lightly. “A pleasure miss. I am Stefan. Stefan Hillbrook.” He pulls her hand up and bends slightly to kiss the back of her fingers. “I am filled with anticipation over this endeavor.”
Gwendolyn enters the very full bar, and immediately she is drawn to the table with the three sitting and two hovering. She has a strange urge to go and join them, so she does. She feels a bit awkward about the entire situation, but damn it, she has been summoned and she can do this.
Jean glances over to Stefan and then back at the woman before him. "So, uh... What kind of endeavour exactly is this? Because I am starting to a feel a little overdressed."
Apologies for the Canadian spelling. Of course, I say "apologies," but I am by no means going to stop.
Todd looks around a little confused as he doesn't recognize any of these people, "Ah, we've started. Sorry about that." He whispers as he starts taking off his t-shirt and sweatpants to reveal his immaculately maintained and well made replica armor. He stuff his clothing into his bag and pulls out a crossbow and a giant wooden club. He pulls himself up a little straighter and clears his throat, "Never worry fair lady! For I, Sir Todd McCaffery, shall rid the world of evil!" He proudly declares.
Oblivious to any possible awkwardness he leans over to the man with the broken glasses and says, "Out of character for a second here. Can I see you glasses they seem broken. I have a knack with that sort of thing." He will then reach across the table and take them off the man's face with his pudgy fingers and start fidgeting with them casting Mending. He then wipes the grease off the lenses and hands them back. "Good as new!" He looks at the others "Sorry didn't mean to break the immersion..."
DM -- The Candlekeep Mysteries 1 & 2 Discord PCs -- Christian Dembele Forum PCs -- Edryd Breckon, Fizzlebit Forton Thornberry the Fourth
(Stefan’s appearance for reference)
(I am so sorry for missing all the replies! I was waiting for the full group and then and I didn't realize everyone had replied so my apologies. Also, Stefan looks cool as hell.)
Beck Glances over the now four people standing in front of her and gestures to the two empty chairs. "Oh, please sit so we can explain." She quickly runs over and grabs two more chairs for the others.
While she does Parker the man with curly red hair and glasses watches as his glasses are mended. "Oh, jeez thanks." He replies in nassely awkward voice.
“Perhaps some drinks as we talk?” Stefan attempts to wave down a server.
Jean hesitates as the first two chairs are taken, still trying to make sense of the situation. He pulls out the note addressed to him and reads over it again. A gnawing dread sets in. For the first time he begins to consider the implications of the words before him if the whole thing isn't an elaborate stunt of some kind. And he realizes there is no way he can leave until he knows the truth of the situation. He takes one of the chairs provided by Beck.
In an attempt to keep the atmosphere light, he pats his pockets and jests to Stefan "Only if you're buying."
A waiter who seems does not seem pleased to be bothered looks at Stefan. “Yes?” He asks in an unpleasant tone.