You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs fill the air. Also at the table is a human bard, Three-Strings is his stage name, he fiddles with his lute before looking up at all off you, "Well, I see you've all seen the quest flyer, but before we get to that, let's make some introductions." May you all please introduce your characters.
A pale looking Water Genasi with brown, splotchy skin and dark hair takes a seat at the table, leaning backward, bright eyes surveying the surroundings "Nice to meet you all, I'm Spass. I like to fight, I'm also a little bit addicted to pain. Uh, don't really know what else to say, Its a pleasure being here?" A mask from some kind of deer is pulled back on top of his head, and scale mail covered by a dark cloak. A straight rapier attached to his back seems to be stained with blood, in fact, everything he owns seems to be stained with blood, and the majority of his arms are wrapped with muddy colored bandages
The Goblin at the table, crouches in his chair. Instead of sitting, so he is at a more resendable height above the table. He is very oddly dressed for a goblin, very well kempt. On top his head is a nice, black top hat, and his big, triangular ears poke out from the side of his head from under it. He is wearing a well tailored suit that has a gray silk, pinstripe vest that has two front pockets on each side. The right side pocket has a fine silver chain hangs out of it. ([ooc] Like a pocket watch. His orb of time is in that pocket and the chain is connected to the orb.[/ooc]). Under the vest he has on a clean white dress shirt, and a thin silk ribbon, grey bowtie. Over the back of his chair you see a very neatly folded, black suit jacket with tails.
"Gnirk, The G is silent. At your service." He stands up in his chair, remove his top hat from his head, and then bows elegantly. He then returns his hat back onto his head and returns to crouching in his chair.
He then pulls out a little, flat silver case from on of his pocket. He opens it up, and takes one of the cigarillos out. He gentle holds the end of the cigarillo between his sharp looking, pointy teeth, as he returns the case back into his pocket. He then pulls the silver orb that is connected to the silver chain out of his front right vest pocket. He holds the orb on top of his right hand. As he starts chanting some arcane words, the orb raises slightly off of his hand. The orb then comes apart in to a complex working of gears that all seam to moving together but still no bigger then the original orb. He flicks his thumb up and a small little flame dances above it. He lights his cigarillo with it, while the gears come back together in to a seamless orb before it returns back to his hand. He puts the orb back into his front vest pocket, as he puffs a couple of times on his cigarillo. This only takes a handful of seconds.
He listens to the others at the table while they introduce themselves, trying to gain some insight on the type of people they are, and keeping an eye out on the rest of the room.
The Draconic Dragonborn, Allian sits at the table his silver scales offset by the green of his scalemale two scimitars lay on the table while he drinks his ale
bagpipes hang on his side while his tail wraps around the stool to keep the clumsy away. Not long ago he fought a troll here, and won. Luck really.
Across from the other dragonborn sits Taxzan, his scales a golden hue with some of them broken by a few scars here and there. He wears plain but sturdy traveler clothing underneath a set of well kept and firm fitting studded leather armor with a a brown cloak that has a clasp marking him as a small mercenary band. On his belt he carries two shortswords , a long bow and quiver easily hung from his pack. At his side sits a drake that is the size of a large dog, a magical essence coming from it.
"I am called Taxzan and this is my companion Obirith. Do not worry about him he is a fine companion and is bound to me as I am to him. As for why I am here, my band went separate ways and I am in need of work. This sounded intriguing and the pay is good." As he speaks a few spurts of flame appear from his mouth, fading almost instantly.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
After taking a long drag from his cigarillo,Grnik replies, “It is a pleasure to meet all of you.” He stands up in his chair again and politely waves down a barmaid. When she arrives, ”can I trouble you for a glass of your best whiskey. I will have it neat,” he asks. He then fishes out three silver pieces and hands them to her, “thank you and please keep what ever is left over for your self.”
He then crouches back down, and addresses Three-strings, “what are the details of this job, if I may ask?”
"Yes it is not often I meet another that has left the homeland. Although it has been among period of time since I left as a youngling." Taxzan says before he turns his attention to the goblin and the bard once the details of the job are mentioned.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Spass nods to everyone and then focus' his attention towards the group's employer. "Yeah, what exactly are we supposed to be doing?" pulling out an inkwell and some paper, anyone looking too closely at the inkwell might feel nauseous and notice Spass keeps his eyes off of it.
He tucks his lute behind his back leaning forward he speaks quieter, and faster "I work for a organization known as The Harpers," He pulls out a purple fabric back tied with a fancy bow, "We are looking for the delivery of the contents of this bag, to a woman known as Cal’al Claddani, a drow who lives in Cliffport, a town, within the Undermountain, and we're hoping you can complete take the job."
"What's in the bag? Also, do any of you know how to get to Cliffport? I'm not that familiar with the Undermountain." Spass looks around at the new group he'll be running with, trying to determine who might be in what skillset. "One more thing, is there a time limit, or anything in particular we need to watch out for down there, people we should avoid?"
”I am new to this area, and have been traveling for a place far to the south of here. I have never heard of Mount Under nor the Port of Cliffs. Never the less I will be happy to help with this mission,” says Gnirk. He then puts out his cigarillo, and finishes his whisky and waits for more information.
Taxzan crosses his arms and nods as he listens to the bard tell them about the job, slowly reaching down to drop a bit of food to the small drake at his side.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Skullport is an underground city inhabiting a cavern, you can reach it with underground rivers, located on the third floor of the dungeon. And do not worry about the drow, if you tell her she is friends with The Harpers, she will not harm you."
"Are we following the river upstream or downstream? Just want to make sure we don't get lost down there. Out of curiosity, how many levels are there to this dungeon?"
Allian tilts his head "I Accept this mission. Any chance we could get one of those folding boats I've heard so much about? I guess we're using the Yawning Porthole?"
"Before that though we need to talk pay. How much are we looking to make from this? The Underdark is dangerous." Taxzan says as he looks at the bard closely.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
You sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs fill the air. Also at the table is a human bard, Three-Strings is his stage name, he fiddles with his lute before looking up at all off you, "Well, I see you've all seen the quest flyer, but before we get to that, let's make some introductions." May you all please introduce your characters.
A pale looking Water Genasi with brown, splotchy skin and dark hair takes a seat at the table, leaning backward, bright eyes surveying the surroundings "Nice to meet you all, I'm Spass. I like to fight, I'm also a little bit addicted to pain. Uh, don't really know what else to say, Its a pleasure being here?" A mask from some kind of deer is pulled back on top of his head, and scale mail covered by a dark cloak. A straight rapier attached to his back seems to be stained with blood, in fact, everything he owns seems to be stained with blood, and the majority of his arms are wrapped with muddy colored bandages
The Goblin at the table, crouches in his chair. Instead of sitting, so he is at a more resendable height above the table. He is very oddly dressed for a goblin, very well kempt. On top his head is a nice, black top hat, and his big, triangular ears poke out from the side of his head from under it. He is wearing a well tailored suit that has a gray silk, pinstripe vest that has two front pockets on each side. The right side pocket has a fine silver chain hangs out of it. ([ooc] Like a pocket watch. His orb of time is in that pocket and the chain is connected to the orb.[/ooc]). Under the vest he has on a clean white dress shirt, and a thin silk ribbon, grey bowtie. Over the back of his chair you see a very neatly folded, black suit jacket with tails.
"Gnirk, The G is silent. At your service." He stands up in his chair, remove his top hat from his head, and then bows elegantly. He then returns his hat back onto his head and returns to crouching in his chair.
He then pulls out a little, flat silver case from on of his pocket. He opens it up, and takes one of the cigarillos out. He gentle holds the end of the cigarillo between his sharp looking, pointy teeth, as he returns the case back into his pocket. He then pulls the silver orb that is connected to the silver chain out of his front right vest pocket. He holds the orb on top of his right hand. As he starts chanting some arcane words, the orb raises slightly off of his hand. The orb then comes apart in to a complex working of gears that all seam to moving together but still no bigger then the original orb. He flicks his thumb up and a small little flame dances above it. He lights his cigarillo with it, while the gears come back together in to a seamless orb before it returns back to his hand. He puts the orb back into his front vest pocket, as he puffs a couple of times on his cigarillo. This only takes a handful of seconds.
He listens to the others at the table while they introduce themselves, trying to gain some insight on the type of people they are, and keeping an eye out on the rest of the room.
Passive Insight 14
Passive Perception 14
Gnirk, "The G is silent."
The Draconic Dragonborn, Allian sits at the table his silver scales offset by the green of his scalemale two scimitars lay on the table while he drinks his ale
bagpipes hang on his side while his tail wraps around the stool to keep the clumsy away. Not long ago he fought a troll here, and won. Luck really.
"Salutations Gnirk, Spass the names Allian."
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Across from the other dragonborn sits Taxzan, his scales a golden hue with some of them broken by a few scars here and there. He wears plain but sturdy traveler clothing underneath a set of well kept and firm fitting studded leather armor with a a brown cloak that has a clasp marking him as a small mercenary band. On his belt he carries two shortswords , a long bow and quiver easily hung from his pack. At his side sits a drake that is the size of a large dog, a magical essence coming from it.
"I am called Taxzan and this is my companion Obirith. Do not worry about him he is a fine companion and is bound to me as I am to him. As for why I am here, my band went separate ways and I am in need of work. This sounded intriguing and the pay is good." As he speaks a few spurts of flame appear from his mouth, fading almost instantly.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Allian gives Taxzan a toothy grin "Nice to meet a fellow drake."
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
After taking a long drag from his cigarillo, Grnik replies, “It is a pleasure to meet all of you.” He stands up in his chair again and politely waves down a barmaid. When she arrives, ”can I trouble you for a glass of your best whiskey. I will have it neat,” he asks. He then fishes out three silver pieces and hands them to her, “thank you and please keep what ever is left over for your self.”
He then crouches back down, and addresses Three-strings, “what are the details of this job, if I may ask?”
Gnirk, "The G is silent."
"Yes it is not often I meet another that has left the homeland. Although it has been among period of time since I left as a youngling." Taxzan says before he turns his attention to the goblin and the bard once the details of the job are mentioned.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Spass nods to everyone and then focus' his attention towards the group's employer. "Yeah, what exactly are we supposed to be doing?" pulling out an inkwell and some paper, anyone looking too closely at the inkwell might feel nauseous and notice Spass keeps his eyes off of it.
He tucks his lute behind his back leaning forward he speaks quieter, and faster "I work for a organization known as The Harpers," He pulls out a purple fabric back tied with a fancy bow, "We are looking for the delivery of the contents of this bag, to a woman known as Cal’al Claddani, a drow who lives in Cliffport, a town, within the Undermountain, and we're hoping you can complete take the job."
"What's in the bag? Also, do any of you know how to get to Cliffport? I'm not that familiar with the Undermountain." Spass looks around at the new group he'll be running with, trying to determine who might be in what skillset. "One more thing, is there a time limit, or anything in particular we need to watch out for down there, people we should avoid?"
Allian adds "What kind of town is Cliffport? I know that Drow aren't too friendly."
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
”I am new to this area, and have been traveling for a place far to the south of here. I have never heard of Mount Under nor the Port of Cliffs. Never the less I will be happy to help with this mission,” says Gnirk. He then puts out his cigarillo, and finishes his whisky and waits for more information.
Gnirk, "The G is silent."
Taxzan crosses his arms and nods as he listens to the bard tell them about the job, slowly reaching down to drop a bit of food to the small drake at his side.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Skullport is an underground city inhabiting a cavern, you can reach it with underground rivers, located on the third floor of the dungeon. And do not worry about the drow, if you tell her she is friends with The Harpers, she will not harm you."
"Are we following the river upstream or downstream? Just want to make sure we don't get lost down there. Out of curiosity, how many levels are there to this dungeon?"
"Down, and I don't know."
Allian tilts his head "I Accept this mission. Any chance we could get one of those folding boats I've heard so much about? I guess we're using the Yawning Porthole?"
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
"Before that though we need to talk pay. How much are we looking to make from this? The Underdark is dangerous." Taxzan says as he looks at the bard closely.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Gnirk continues to observe his new allies and new patron, wondering what new chaoses he will be able to bring to Primus’ order.
Gnirk, "The G is silent."