The Barkeep motions to Bran, "With all due respect, sir." As he points to a drink sitting right in front of Bran. "It's Dwarven... the, the folks in Phandalin sure do love their Dwarven ale."
Bran, please make a Constitution Save.
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
“Well barkeep, thank you. I get edgy, I believe this may be my last ale tonight. If you’ve seen what I’ve seen you would be too. Men and women filleted in front of me, charred flesh of my best mate still cooking as I held him after he was scorched by dragon fire, and the slavers who kept me for themselves when I was but 7 years old who I later killed by ramming my sword up their backside and twisting and disemboweling them as I pulled out. So forgive my impatient demeanor, I hope I did not impune your honor.
Korwin the teenage barkeep is stunned. He stares at the gold in disbelief and looks back at Bran before shuffling off towards the main bar, but not before nearly tripping over Ugly Beard who is passed out on the floor. ZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZ
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D'ward smiles at this and sits down at the table. "I didn't want to intrude on tonight's celebrations, however I can see that this group is eager to hear more. Very well then..." D'ward lowers his hood, and you notice his face is scarred. His razor-sharp teeth are revealed through a confident and snarky smile, but there is pain and worry in his eyes.
He chugs the rest of his drink and sighs hard. “I’d like to provide you with a bit of backstory, if I may? In my younger days I was somewhat of a delinquent. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I was an aspiring musician traveling from town to town and I was usually up to no good. I had no direction in life. Then one day I wandered into a small port town and my life was never the same. I would play music down at the docks for donations, barely making enough to scrape by every day. One day a ship captain approached me and asked if I’d like to join them on a voyage. He offered me a job entertaining the crew, but I found myself mopping the deck and preparing meals instead, but I didn’t mind. I’ll clean up some fish guts and serve some cold porridge for a chance to see the world. And so my life on the sea began. Of course life at sea comes with its own unique set of troubles, but for the most part it was smooth sailing. The ship captain, he became like a father to me. The crew, my brothers. One day we were headed home after a long journey and there was a commotion aboard the ship. I heard some of the men calling out, but before I could investigate, the ship was being pulled by some force. I lost my footing as the ship violently flailed on the ocean as giant tentacles rose out of the ocean, grabbing for the ship. The massive vessel was like a toy in its grasp. We were doomed. I thought it must be a giant squid or perhaps a juvenile kraken, but there was no time to analyze the situation. Before we knew it the ship was headed into a swirling, dark abyss. I prayed to Umberlee as the ship was being pulled into the depths. I can still hear their screams to this day. Just when I had closed my eyes and accepted my fate, the ship was suddenly engulfed in swirling mists. For what seemed like hours we traveled through these roiling vapors and it was utter chaos and confusion. We prayed to the sea gods, but our prayers went unanswered. After some time the ship suddenly righted itself and we found ourselves topside once again. The scenery had changed drastically. The air smelled of rotting fish and I knew something wasn’t right. The waters that surrounded us were red like blood and even the sky was a dark, crimson color. We had no idea where we were, we had completely lost our bearings. As we scrambled to figure out what had happened, one of the beast’s massive appendages slammed down directly onto the ship, smashing it in half. The crew and I were tossed into the waters like ragdolls. Disoriented and exhausted from the ordeal, I had no idea which direction was up. I was consumed by fear and vertigo. I panicked. I swam and kicked wildly for the surface but it never came. Just as I thought I would lose consciousness, something under the water tugged at my limp body. I found myself face to face with one of the most horrifying entities I have ever laid my eyes on.”
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Constanza retracts her weapon to make way for the worried male, then silently listens to his impressive narration of events. If he's an eyewitness of the horrific incident, the party might be able to extract more information on the evil force.
"What did you see, D'ward? And how did you survive the accident?"
Constanza stares at Bran with an odd expression etched on her face, she's been trying to discern the cause of his silent and brooding demeanor but when she finds herself shamelessly eyeing the male she averts her gaze immediately.
"Finally, he's paying attention to something else."
D'ward looks over as Ugly Beard is stepped on by a drunken patron. "Sorry mate!" D'ward speaks up again, "I need to get this old dog out of here, somebody's gotta help him..."
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"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Rather keeps a low profile as he observes the patrons of the tavern. Rather keeps his attention on the one who is called ugly beard as he loudly engages in his tale. As D'ward and the adventurers gather around D'ward, Rather casually moves within hearing of the party and D'ward's words. As Ugly beard takes his tumble to the ground, Rather quickly moves over to where Ugly Beard is passed out on the floor. Rather smiles and loudly hails D'ward and the party as Rather quickly bends down over Ugly Beard attempting to help D'ward and also running the drunken Ugly Beards pockets.
"Halloo! My name is Rather! I see you have a very drunken sack of potatoes. Did I hear something about treasure?" Rather is a fairly good looking half elf. Other than his slightly pointed ears which he doesn't attempt to hide, there is nothing that anyone could note that would make him stand out from a crowd.
Bran looks to his party members and watches as Ugly Beard is aided to his feet. He wants to help but there were three already helping the old dwarven pirate. Bran looks down and finishes his beer. He finally finds the chatter and explosions in his head from a previous war gone for the night. He laughs to himself and whispers, “Finally, quiet.”
He sits back in his chair, looks and smiles at Constanza appreciating her fierceness and beauty. His heart races. Bran is pulled back into another memory and shakes it away, nods to himself and has a slight eye twitch. A tear streams down his face but he doesn’t seem to notice.
”Rather, nice too meet you mate.”
Bran turns back to D’Ward to see if he will answer Constanza’s question.
The Barkeep motions to Bran, "With all due respect, sir." As he points to a drink sitting right in front of Bran. "It's Dwarven... the, the folks in Phandalin sure do love their Dwarven ale."
Bran, please make a Constitution Save.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
“Well barkeep, thank you. I get edgy, I believe this may be my last ale tonight. If you’ve seen what I’ve seen you would be too. Men and women filleted in front of me, charred flesh of my best mate still cooking as I held him after he was scorched by dragon fire, and the slavers who kept me for themselves when I was but 7 years old who I later killed by ramming my sword up their backside and twisting and disemboweling them as I pulled out. So forgive my impatient demeanor, I hope I did not impune your honor.
Hands the barkeep 2 gp his trouble
Constitution: 18+3=21
Korwin the teenage barkeep is stunned. He stares at the gold in disbelief and looks back at Bran before shuffling off towards the main bar, but not before nearly tripping over Ugly Beard who is passed out on the floor. ZZZZZ ZZZZZZZZZ
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D'ward smiles at this and sits down at the table. "I didn't want to intrude on tonight's celebrations, however I can see that this group is eager to hear more. Very well then..." D'ward lowers his hood, and you notice his face is scarred. His razor-sharp teeth are revealed through a confident and snarky smile, but there is pain and worry in his eyes.
He chugs the rest of his drink and sighs hard. “I’d like to provide you with a bit of backstory, if I may? In my younger days I was somewhat of a delinquent. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my life. I was an aspiring musician traveling from town to town and I was usually up to no good. I had no direction in life. Then one day I wandered into a small port town and my life was never the same. I would play music down at the docks for donations, barely making enough to scrape by every day. One day a ship captain approached me and asked if I’d like to join them on a voyage. He offered me a job entertaining the crew, but I found myself mopping the deck and preparing meals instead, but I didn’t mind. I’ll clean up some fish guts and serve some cold porridge for a chance to see the world. And so my life on the sea began. Of course life at sea comes with its own unique set of troubles, but for the most part it was smooth sailing. The ship captain, he became like a father to me. The crew, my brothers. One day we were headed home after a long journey and there was a commotion aboard the ship. I heard some of the men calling out, but before I could investigate, the ship was being pulled by some force. I lost my footing as the ship violently flailed on the ocean as giant tentacles rose out of the ocean, grabbing for the ship. The massive vessel was like a toy in its grasp. We were doomed. I thought it must be a giant squid or perhaps a juvenile kraken, but there was no time to analyze the situation. Before we knew it the ship was headed into a swirling, dark abyss. I prayed to Umberlee as the ship was being pulled into the depths. I can still hear their screams to this day. Just when I had closed my eyes and accepted my fate, the ship was suddenly engulfed in swirling mists. For what seemed like hours we traveled through these roiling vapors and it was utter chaos and confusion. We prayed to the sea gods, but our prayers went unanswered. After some time the ship suddenly righted itself and we found ourselves topside once again. The scenery had changed drastically. The air smelled of rotting fish and I knew something wasn’t right. The waters that surrounded us were red like blood and even the sky was a dark, crimson color. We had no idea where we were, we had completely lost our bearings. As we scrambled to figure out what had happened, one of the beast’s massive appendages slammed down directly onto the ship, smashing it in half. The crew and I were tossed into the waters like ragdolls. Disoriented and exhausted from the ordeal, I had no idea which direction was up. I was consumed by fear and vertigo. I panicked. I swam and kicked wildly for the surface but it never came. Just as I thought I would lose consciousness, something under the water tugged at my limp body. I found myself face to face with one of the most horrifying entities I have ever laid my eyes on.”
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Constanza retracts her weapon to make way for the worried male, then silently listens to his impressive narration of events. If he's an eyewitness of the horrific incident, the party might be able to extract more information on the evil force.
"What did you see, D'ward? And how did you survive the accident?"
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Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Bran sits quietly listening to the tale.
Passive Perception: 11
Constanza stares at Bran with an odd expression etched on her face, she's been trying to discern the cause of his silent and brooding demeanor but when she finds herself shamelessly eyeing the male she averts her gaze immediately.
"Finally, he's paying attention to something else."
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
D'ward looks over as Ugly Beard is stepped on by a drunken patron. "Sorry mate!" D'ward speaks up again, "I need to get this old dog out of here, somebody's gotta help him..."
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Rather keeps a low profile as he observes the patrons of the tavern. Rather keeps his attention on the one who is called ugly beard as he loudly engages in his tale. As D'ward and the adventurers gather around D'ward, Rather casually moves within hearing of the party and D'ward's words. As Ugly beard takes his tumble to the ground, Rather quickly moves over to where Ugly Beard is passed out on the floor. Rather smiles and loudly hails D'ward and the party as Rather quickly bends down over Ugly Beard attempting to help D'ward and also running the drunken Ugly Beards pockets.
"Halloo! My name is Rather! I see you have a very drunken sack of potatoes. Did I hear something about treasure?" Rather is a fairly good looking half elf. Other than his slightly pointed ears which he doesn't attempt to hide, there is nothing that anyone could note that would make him stand out from a crowd.
Give me a Slight of Hand Check, please Rather.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Sleight of hand 12 +(1d20) 17= 29
Rather, roll a 1d100.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
1d100= 9
Rather finds a small pouch made from bear-beetle leather, a creature unique to the misty woods of Cix. Inside the pouch is a small, silver key.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
D'ward walks towards Ugly Beard to help him off the ground. Ugly Beard is drooling and muttering senselessly in his sleep.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Toblen Stonehill, the owner of the establishment moves toward the drunken dwarf, "Alright, Ugly Beard. You've had quite enough."
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Bran looks to his party members and watches as Ugly Beard is aided to his feet. He wants to help but there were three already helping the old dwarven pirate. Bran looks down and finishes his beer. He finally finds the chatter and explosions in his head from a previous war gone for the night. He laughs to himself and whispers, “Finally, quiet.”
He sits back in his chair, looks and smiles at Constanza appreciating her fierceness and beauty. His heart races. Bran is pulled back into another memory and shakes it away, nods to himself and has a slight eye twitch. A tear streams down his face but he doesn’t seem to notice.
”Rather, nice too meet you mate.”
Bran turns back to D’Ward to see if he will answer Constanza’s question.
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
"You're gonna need a bigger Keelboat." - Noah "Shark" Robertson
Rather smiles and looks at Bran as he grapples with the limp Ugly Beard.
"Likewise. Where is the bed that is mighty enough that we may bestow upon it such blessings as this ones girth?"