Mud ponders what he heard from the tiefling woman, his thoughts were not so cruel, he wanted to help, but he doubted himself and his abilities to be able to do much. He sighed, thinking he might as well ask a question since he was already listening. He turned around on his stool and looked at the group.
"If I may ask, do you all have a way to meet with or find the Redbrands to do whatever you plan to do?"
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The old dwarf woman looks back at Mud. “We don’t usually go looking for the Redbrands. You can sometimes find groups of them, 3 or 4, wandering about town harassing the locals. It’s no secret they’ve taken the ruins of the keep up on the hill for their lair. And they took over the Sleeping Giant Taphouse, the only other tavern in town. Most evenings you can find a bunch of them getting drunk inside. It’s the last large building before the hill that leads to the keep.”
Salty Paul yawns and excuses himself, taking a room upstairs. He asks you all not to have too much fun tonight without him. The gnome goes back to pressing Toblen the barkeep about who in town might have info that could lead them to Cragmaw Castle.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Droknin's meal finally arrived, but at this point he wasn't looking forward to it anymore. He was actually frustrated. He arrived to town thinking that he would be dealing with a dragon problem, but, although it seems that there is a dragon in this part of the world causing problems, not one really cares about it too much. The talk of the town seems to be these Redbrands, a certain Gundren Rockseeker, whoever that is, and a place called Cragmaw Castle.
He sighs again. "Fine, perhaps we can stop by this, what was it again? This Sleeping Giant, I suppose. Maybe, the Dwarf that goes with the wind can talk some sense to these people."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
“Ales are 5cp. We have a few… stronger options available as well. No more wine, I’m afraid,” says Toblen, walking over upon hearing talk of thirsty customers.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Droknin finishes his meal, and he hears Olan inviting Mud for some drink. At first he was going to join then, but he stopped short, for he wasn't sure if he should share a drink with a Kobold. Then thought back to the discrimination that he suffered back home by his own tribesmen. He got up, grabbed Mlinzi, and walked over to Olan's table. "May I join you for a drink as well?"
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Much obliged, Tolben... a round of ale for myself and the animal-folk would be well met" Olan mutters, gaze wandering from Mud to Droknin, then back to the barkeeper. Reassessing the situation, he adds "Make that two rounds if you please, for six ales in total"
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Eventually, Oppleby the artificer grows tired of asking questions and getting no answers, and he retires upstairs as well. He grumbles to Keashirryl, "These people are cowed," on his way to the stairs.
The dwarf woman approaches her soon after. "I hear what you say, hellchilde. I cannot offer the information you're looking for, but mayhaps I know someone who can. There's a midwife who dwells in the hills south of town. A real 'woodswise' woman. She lives on Umbrage Hill. If you head south, make for the windmill and you will find her." She places a calloused hand on Keashirryl's arm. "Please... if there is anything you warriors can do about the Redbrands... these people need help, even if they are too proud or scared to ask for it."
***
Mud, Olan and Droknin enjoy a couple mugs of ale.
On two different occasions the young boy at the bar, who had earlier been so enamored of Salty Paul's stories, tries to peer over the side of your table to tell you about a 'secret passage' he and a friend found in a pasture. Both times, his mother calls him back and scolds him for bothering the customers, and the second time she sends him upstairs to bed.
You also overhear a conversation at a nearby table. These men had themselves overheard the Gundren Rockseeker talk from earlier, and were discussing all the dwarven activity in the area. Apparently, there is another dwarven excavation taking place in the mountains. Perhaps those dwarves know something of what Gundren was working on or who might have been after him?
You settle in and converse with one another. (Feel free to roleplay a bit more or talk to anyone else in the bar. If you're done for the evening just let me know when you all decide to take a long rest in your room upstairs.)
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Well met Drizzt do'Urden." Droknin has no reason to believe that is not Olan's name, though he does think the Dwarf announced his name in a weird manner. "My name is Droknin, and no, I do not belong to any pride." He says that slightly unconfortably. "What is your name little one?" He drinks some ale from his mug. "As I said earlier, I am here to kill a dragon, but there does not seem to be one around here at the moment. What bring you all here?" He then finishes his ale, and drops the mug on the table. "Oh, and by the way. Who is this Gundren that you all talk about?"
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I do not personally know of a Gundren, but my boss might know him. My name is Mud, and I'm here on some business." He looked at Olan with a suspicious look in his eye. "Drizzt do'Urden, you say? Strange, to say something in such a serious way."
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She already let go of the idea of gaining any useful information. She could have pushed harder, certainly, but the others already managed to get into the centre of attention - something that felt more dangerous than useful. So she decided to leave it be.
A faint smile appeared on her face hearing Oppleby's words, but strictly after he passed and was out of sight. In place of an answer, she only murmured something along the lines of "one might say so".
That was when the Dwarven woman approached her. Puzzled, she took a moment before understanding the situation, and another long one after the last, added words. The small woman's touch on her arm was uncomfortable, and part of her wanted to take a step back and shake it off. Immediately taking control over the first instinct, she remained still, only her back straightened a little suddenly. She bit her lip, thinking for a moment.
"I do not know what made you believe so, but I am far from a warrior. I can't even say that I know those people." She forced a smile, the least intimidating one she could opt for. "But your help is appreciated, and I will keep my word. I'll see what I can do."
Then, she quickly retreated up the stairs. She did not feel ready to strike up another conversation, and she needed a rest - and most importantly a little time to sort things that happened and plan for the next day. And it would be a delight to finally pray in silence.
[At this point, she would probably take a long rest and prepare spells when waking up.]
Droknin looks at Mud. "May I ask what personal business do you have here in this town? Would you be willing to add dragon hunting to your list?" Says the Leonin jokingly.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Mud dryly chuckles. "Dragon hunting? I don't think I have time on my schedule for that." He either ignored the first question or he didn't hear it, as he didn't bother to answer.
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As the sun sets, many of the patrons begin to filter out, including the old dwarf woman. It seems there aren't many night owls in this town.
Soon it is just Mud, Olan and Droknin drinking at their table, the barkeep Toblen and his wife, and a lone farmhand drinking away his pay at the bar.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olan also chuckles at Droknin's blunt directness, but this catches in his throat, resulting in a raspy coughing fit. Wiping his eyes, he mutters 'You Lionfolk are ponderous creatures...' and as a pensive (perhaps somewhat senile) afterthought, he adds '...so are dragons. By Durin, how I love dragons.'
The dwarf slips down from his barstool, trailed by a gentle breeze which whips around the ankles of those nearby. He nods in the vague direction of Droknin and Mud, then disappears into the tangled forest of taller patrons' legs and ankles.
Mud ponders what he heard from the tiefling woman, his thoughts were not so cruel, he wanted to help, but he doubted himself and his abilities to be able to do much. He sighed, thinking he might as well ask a question since he was already listening. He turned around on his stool and looked at the group.
"If I may ask, do you all have a way to meet with or find the Redbrands to do whatever you plan to do?"
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The old dwarf woman looks back at Mud. “We don’t usually go looking for the Redbrands. You can sometimes find groups of them, 3 or 4, wandering about town harassing the locals. It’s no secret they’ve taken the ruins of the keep up on the hill for their lair. And they took over the Sleeping Giant Taphouse, the only other tavern in town. Most evenings you can find a bunch of them getting drunk inside. It’s the last large building before the hill that leads to the keep.”
Salty Paul yawns and excuses himself, taking a room upstairs. He asks you all not to have too much fun tonight without him. The gnome goes back to pressing Toblen the barkeep about who in town might have info that could lead them to Cragmaw Castle.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Droknin's meal finally arrived, but at this point he wasn't looking forward to it anymore. He was actually frustrated. He arrived to town thinking that he would be dealing with a dragon problem, but, although it seems that there is a dragon in this part of the world causing problems, not one really cares about it too much. The talk of the town seems to be these Redbrands, a certain Gundren Rockseeker, whoever that is, and a place called Cragmaw Castle.
He sighs again. "Fine, perhaps we can stop by this, what was it again? This Sleeping Giant, I suppose. Maybe, the Dwarf that goes with the wind can talk some sense to these people."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Olan looks over in Mud's direction and smiles warmly, exposing a row of broken, pearly-white teeth. "Can I buy you a drink, ptola?"
Mud considers it for a second. "Sure, I could use a drink."
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“Ales are 5cp. We have a few… stronger options available as well. No more wine, I’m afraid,” says Toblen, walking over upon hearing talk of thirsty customers.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Droknin finishes his meal, and he hears Olan inviting Mud for some drink. At first he was going to join then, but he stopped short, for he wasn't sure if he should share a drink with a Kobold. Then thought back to the discrimination that he suffered back home by his own tribesmen. He got up, grabbed Mlinzi, and walked over to Olan's table. "May I join you for a drink as well?"
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Much obliged, Tolben... a round of ale for myself and the animal-folk would be well met" Olan mutters, gaze wandering from Mud to Droknin, then back to the barkeeper. Reassessing the situation, he adds "Make that two rounds if you please, for six ales in total"
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Eventually, Oppleby the artificer grows tired of asking questions and getting no answers, and he retires upstairs as well. He grumbles to Keashirryl, "These people are cowed," on his way to the stairs.
The dwarf woman approaches her soon after. "I hear what you say, hellchilde. I cannot offer the information you're looking for, but mayhaps I know someone who can. There's a midwife who dwells in the hills south of town. A real 'woodswise' woman. She lives on Umbrage Hill. If you head south, make for the windmill and you will find her." She places a calloused hand on Keashirryl's arm. "Please... if there is anything you warriors can do about the Redbrands... these people need help, even if they are too proud or scared to ask for it."
***
Mud, Olan and Droknin enjoy a couple mugs of ale.
On two different occasions the young boy at the bar, who had earlier been so enamored of Salty Paul's stories, tries to peer over the side of your table to tell you about a 'secret passage' he and a friend found in a pasture. Both times, his mother calls him back and scolds him for bothering the customers, and the second time she sends him upstairs to bed.
You also overhear a conversation at a nearby table. These men had themselves overheard the Gundren Rockseeker talk from earlier, and were discussing all the dwarven activity in the area. Apparently, there is another dwarven excavation taking place in the mountains. Perhaps those dwarves know something of what Gundren was working on or who might have been after him?
You settle in and converse with one another. (Feel free to roleplay a bit more or talk to anyone else in the bar. If you're done for the evening just let me know when you all decide to take a long rest in your room upstairs.)
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
As Mud sips his drink, he looks at the ones that joined him. "So.... what are your names?"
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With a deadly serious look in his eye, Olan responds 'Drizzt do'Urden. And what are your names?' (for the joke, deception/ performance of: 18)
"Well met Drizzt do'Urden." Droknin has no reason to believe that is not Olan's name, though he does think the Dwarf announced his name in a weird manner. "My name is Droknin, and no, I do not belong to any pride." He says that slightly unconfortably. "What is your name little one?" He drinks some ale from his mug. "As I said earlier, I am here to kill a dragon, but there does not seem to be one around here at the moment. What bring you all here?" He then finishes his ale, and drops the mug on the table. "Oh, and by the way. Who is this Gundren that you all talk about?"
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"I do not personally know of a Gundren, but my boss might know him. My name is Mud, and I'm here on some business." He looked at Olan with a suspicious look in his eye. "Drizzt do'Urden, you say? Strange, to say something in such a serious way."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
She already let go of the idea of gaining any useful information. She could have pushed harder, certainly, but the others already managed to get into the centre of attention - something that felt more dangerous than useful. So she decided to leave it be.
A faint smile appeared on her face hearing Oppleby's words, but strictly after he passed and was out of sight. In place of an answer, she only murmured something along the lines of "one might say so".
That was when the Dwarven woman approached her. Puzzled, she took a moment before understanding the situation, and another long one after the last, added words. The small woman's touch on her arm was uncomfortable, and part of her wanted to take a step back and shake it off. Immediately taking control over the first instinct, she remained still, only her back straightened a little suddenly. She bit her lip, thinking for a moment.
"I do not know what made you believe so, but I am far from a warrior. I can't even say that I know those people." She forced a smile, the least intimidating one she could opt for. "But your help is appreciated, and I will keep my word. I'll see what I can do."
Then, she quickly retreated up the stairs. She did not feel ready to strike up another conversation, and she needed a rest - and most importantly a little time to sort things that happened and plan for the next day. And it would be a delight to finally pray in silence.
[At this point, she would probably take a long rest and prepare spells when waking up.]
Droknin looks at Mud. "May I ask what personal business do you have here in this town? Would you be willing to add dragon hunting to your list?" Says the Leonin jokingly.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Mud dryly chuckles. "Dragon hunting? I don't think I have time on my schedule for that." He either ignored the first question or he didn't hear it, as he didn't bother to answer.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
As the sun sets, many of the patrons begin to filter out, including the old dwarf woman. It seems there aren't many night owls in this town.
Soon it is just Mud, Olan and Droknin drinking at their table, the barkeep Toblen and his wife, and a lone farmhand drinking away his pay at the bar.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * [Sound of Cork Popping] - Kenku - Lvl 3 Lore Bard - Everasil
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Olan also chuckles at Droknin's blunt directness, but this catches in his throat, resulting in a raspy coughing fit. Wiping his eyes, he mutters 'You Lionfolk are ponderous creatures...' and as a pensive (perhaps somewhat senile) afterthought, he adds '...so are dragons. By Durin, how I love dragons.'
The dwarf slips down from his barstool, trailed by a gentle breeze which whips around the ankles of those nearby. He nods in the vague direction of Droknin and Mud, then disappears into the tangled forest of taller patrons' legs and ankles.
(To DM: how much does a room for the night cost?)
Oops... not tangled forest then, empty abyss XD