You all meet in a tavern.... Isn't that just the most generic way to start. Only this time you are here by invitation. Let's see who walks thru the door.
"Yo! Anyone hired by Flax Battlehammer here? Anyone?" A large golden scale dragonborn marchs through the front door of the Slippery Tankard. He doesn't have a shed of armor on his person and the clothes over his body. A greataxe is strap to his back swinging a bit as he looked around, "Anyone?"
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Gaetana Forestgleam strides into the Slippery Tankard and heads to an empty table in the back. The tall human with dark short hair and brown eyes wears half plate under her cloak of dark purple. From sheaths at her sides are the hilts of her rapiers, worn leather that fit her palms, as well as longbow strewn across her back. She finds her seat and notices on her way that no one appears to recognize her. Good, she thinks. They don't know her in this town, yet. As she is surveying the tavern, a golden dragonborn walks in shouting about the same person she is here to meet. She considers it a moment, than raises her arm when he looks her direction and waves him over.
A tall figure, six and a half feet tall at least, shrouded in a long hooded cloak, turns from the bar. The figure holds a full mug of beer in one gloved hand. If it was really dark and you had poor vision you might mistake the figure for a stocky human but as soon as you looked at the face you'd realize that would be way off. Flaming orange eyes, almost glowing with their own light peer out from under the hood. Where skin should be is steel blue metal, as if the figure was made of armor.
The metal man listens with head cocked to one side as the dragonborn announces his presence and looks for others with a similar employer. The head turns at the sign of movement from the tall woman in the corner.
The metal man sets the beer back down on the counter and turns back to the bartender.
"There is a high likelihood that this liquid has gone bad and will make your customers sick. I also believe here is a high likelihood that you do not care. Feel free to reserve my beverage to someone else."
The figure then make his way over to the table in the back where the dragonborn and the woman are meeting. As he moves through the room, metal clanging against metal and hinges moving smoothly are clearly audible.
"I am Anvil," the figure says once he reaches the table. He pauses and looks at the pair already there. "Your boisterousness and lack of armor suggest a likelihood of foolhardy behaviour. I would guess even chances as to whether you survive this job or not," he says to the dragonborn. He then turns to the woman who hasn't spoken. "Your duel rapiers suggest you are likely quick with your hands. And the purple cloak. That is not a cheap colour. Odds are you're a bounty hunter. You will likely survive."
While waiting for the Dragonborn to make his way over to her, Gaetana notices the man at the bar see them as he puts his beer down. She wonders what or who he is and then watches as he makes his way to their table.
After he makes his rather curious introduction, Gaetana says “A warforged. I have heard of your kind but not had the pleasure. Not many of your type have a price on your head. Name is Gaetana”
As if melting out of the shadows, a figure steps forward from the back of the room dressed in a voluminous dark cloak under which you can see black studded leather and several sheathed short bladed weapons. With a snort, Grunomar pulls back the hood of his cloak and you see the light green skin and small lower tusks of a half-orc. With a grin and a wink at the bartender, he takes the beer from the counter and steps back over to the table with the other three, puts on foot up in the chair in front of him and chugs the beer before placing the mug on the table with a small clang.
"Thanks for the round neighbor, I'll get you back on the next one eh?" he says mirthfully as he wipes the excess beer from his lips. "So we've all been hired by Flax I take it?"
Sulfas chuckle as he beat his chest looking at the warforge, "If you're lucky enough to see it see, you'll find my scales and willpower is more enough to survive," He turns to the half-orc "Looks like it. I wonder if we have more coming," Turning so he has all three in his sight, "Name's Vulcan Sulfas, Sulfas works for me. Vulcan's the old clan's name,"
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From a small group of uniformed people, drinking, chanting, having a good ol' time, A dark haired human man walks over. He wears some leather pants which are a bit baggy, yet sturdy. The rest of his outfit consists of a dark shirt and a thick short sleeved linen cloak, which he wears unbuttoned. Below said cloak, almost hidden from sight, he wears light leather armor and what could be described as a medieval military chest rig containing medicinal tools and supplies. On his chest he carries a fabric emblem of a vertical dagger with two snakes coiling around it.
Battlehammer offered me a decent side gig, hard to decline. The women knows how to make me interested. My name is Golwing, but my mates call me Saethu (those speaking elvish will understand is as "resourceful") He nods back to his people. You all make the impression of a weird bunch. I like it. For good fortune and work! He lifts his tankard and turns towards the bar Leonard, Bring us another round
Gruno looks over his shoulder at the empty space behind him and nods while muttering quietly, "I know, I know, I was getting to it...."
Turning back to the table, he introduces himself more formally. "Forgive my manners, my name is Grunomar, but you can call me Gruno for short if you like. This looks like a formidable grouping indeed. I wonder what sort of trouble our patron will be getting us into..." He says this with equal amounts of mirth and eagerness with a grin on his face.
A slow smile creeps onto Gaetana’s face as the table rounds itself out with all the new characters. This is definitely worth my time, she thinks to herself. She nods as each take their place. “Good to meet you gentlemen. Though, I’m curious, Grunomar was it? Who are you talking to behind you? I do not see anyone” and turning to Saethu, “Agreed, another round be good as we wait for our lady.”
As a second round is brought to your table a small, but burly, dwarven woman steps into the tavern. She has short curly brown hair and just the faintest bit of a brown beard adorns her chin. She is wearing a dark green leather tunic covered by a dark grey traveling cloak. A shortsword and dagger hang from her belt, one on each side of her.
She scans the room for a moment before seeing you all at the far table, and immediately heads straight towards you with a bright beaming smile. "I see ye've all made it, excellent! Leonard! Bring these fine people your best ale!" she says as she pulls a chair upto your table.
"I know I wasn't very forthcoming with the details when I hired you all, but I don't know too much meself. I was approached by a group waving around a lot of platinum sayin they wanted protection for an expedition into the Underdark. For that kinda coin I didn't ask too many questions. I'm a bit of a scout, I can handle meself in a fight well enough, but not what you'd call a heavy hitter. Now I heard tales of you all, which is why I reached out to ya. I figure you can all handle a wee bit o' monsters." Another round is brought to the table and she grabs a tankard and takes a few big drinks. "From my experiences this should be relatively easy. We aren't going that far in a day or so travel, handful of days there and then back. We've got all the supplies needed so you only need t' bring yourselves and what you need to do the job. We are meeting at the southern road outta the city at dawn." She picks up her ale and drains it in a few more gulps.
Calls her name Battlehammer but does not wield such? Hahaha Golwing shoves his tankard over to her No intention to insult, you'd sure have a stronger punch than me. But we both know that punching isn't the reason i am here for. Speaking of that, why are you all here? What have you done to earn yourself a place in this expidition? Again i dont mean to sound derogatory, im genuinly interested to learn about your field of work.
“Ooh, I like this question” exclaims Gaetana, “ladies first… I am a hunter. I typically hunt people, and as warforged here made the astute observation, I have made bounty hunting my way of living.” And looking intently at Golwing,“and I NEVER miss my mark.”
How many Marks have you hunted? Adrith is one of my troups archers, he is quite a good shot. I myself am the units healer. magical and surgical. If you have a wound, i probably treated it once before in my life. Golwing turns to Flax I have heard of Mithril Hall, yes.But i wouldnt say im an expert.
Anvil swivels his head back and forth as the others introduce themselves and discuss their past exploits.
He pushes the drinks offered him into the middle of the table for whomever wants them.
“I take these jobs because of the leads they generate. You have all travelled extensively. You may have seen places and things of interest to me. I estimate, given the number of you and what you have done, there is a modest probability you will have encountered something of use in my quest. Something to be sought, adjudicated and either used or expunged.”
He turns his attention to their dwarven employer.
”In lieu of my fee, I would seek entry to Mithril Hall to see your forges and the work of your smiths.”
Gruno turns to Gaetana, opening his mouth to answer when the second round of drinks hit the table and their future employer shows up. Losing train of thought, he grabs up the mug and chugs the second drink as quickly as the first before hearing another round was about to follow up. "Good evening my lady, thank you for your generosity!"
"Can't say I have. May have heard of it in passing but ain't got any interest in it. I'm just good with getting paid with coin like normal," Sulfas states before grabbing his drink and taking a swig from it, "So when do we meet these guys loaded with platinum?"
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In response to Golwings question, Gaetana leans forward, lifts up her cape in a sweeping motion and he catches a glimpse of a line of rivets holding together a fold in her cloak at least 50 long. “Agreed, when are we meeting our charges? Appreciate the ale and all, but more interested in getting on with the job at hand.”
You all meet in a tavern.... Isn't that just the most generic way to start. Only this time you are here by invitation. Let's see who walks thru the door.
"Yo! Anyone hired by Flax Battlehammer here? Anyone?" A large golden scale dragonborn marchs through the front door of the Slippery Tankard. He doesn't have a shed of armor on his person and the clothes over his body. A greataxe is strap to his back swinging a bit as he looked around, "Anyone?"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls- Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against DemogorgonSilas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of AnnihilationDoneGaetana Forestgleam strides into the Slippery Tankard and heads to an empty table in the back. The tall human with dark short hair and brown eyes wears half plate under her cloak of dark purple. From sheaths at her sides are the hilts of her rapiers, worn leather that fit her palms, as well as longbow strewn across her back. She finds her seat and notices on her way that no one appears to recognize her. Good, she thinks. They don't know her in this town, yet. As she is surveying the tavern, a golden dragonborn walks in shouting about the same person she is here to meet. She considers it a moment, than raises her arm when he looks her direction and waves him over.
A tall figure, six and a half feet tall at least, shrouded in a long hooded cloak, turns from the bar. The figure holds a full mug of beer in one gloved hand. If it was really dark and you had poor vision you might mistake the figure for a stocky human but as soon as you looked at the face you'd realize that would be way off. Flaming orange eyes, almost glowing with their own light peer out from under the hood. Where skin should be is steel blue metal, as if the figure was made of armor.
The metal man listens with head cocked to one side as the dragonborn announces his presence and looks for others with a similar employer. The head turns at the sign of movement from the tall woman in the corner.
The metal man sets the beer back down on the counter and turns back to the bartender.
"There is a high likelihood that this liquid has gone bad and will make your customers sick. I also believe here is a high likelihood that you do not care. Feel free to reserve my beverage to someone else."
The figure then make his way over to the table in the back where the dragonborn and the woman are meeting. As he moves through the room, metal clanging against metal and hinges moving smoothly are clearly audible.
"I am Anvil," the figure says once he reaches the table. He pauses and looks at the pair already there. "Your boisterousness and lack of armor suggest a likelihood of foolhardy behaviour. I would guess even chances as to whether you survive this job or not," he says to the dragonborn. He then turns to the woman who hasn't spoken. "Your duel rapiers suggest you are likely quick with your hands. And the purple cloak. That is not a cheap colour. Odds are you're a bounty hunter. You will likely survive."
Without invitation he sits down at the table.
While waiting for the Dragonborn to make his way over to her, Gaetana notices the man at the bar see them as he puts his beer down. She wonders what or who he is and then watches as he makes his way to their table.
After he makes his rather curious introduction, Gaetana says “A warforged. I have heard of your kind but not had the pleasure. Not many of your type have a price on your head. Name is Gaetana”
As if melting out of the shadows, a figure steps forward from the back of the room dressed in a voluminous dark cloak under which you can see black studded leather and several sheathed short bladed weapons. With a snort, Grunomar pulls back the hood of his cloak and you see the light green skin and small lower tusks of a half-orc. With a grin and a wink at the bartender, he takes the beer from the counter and steps back over to the table with the other three, puts on foot up in the chair in front of him and chugs the beer before placing the mug on the table with a small clang.
"Thanks for the round neighbor, I'll get you back on the next one eh?" he says mirthfully as he wipes the excess beer from his lips. "So we've all been hired by Flax I take it?"
Sulfas chuckle as he beat his chest looking at the warforge, "If you're lucky enough to see it see, you'll find my scales and willpower is more enough to survive," He turns to the half-orc "Looks like it. I wonder if we have more coming," Turning so he has all three in his sight, "Name's Vulcan Sulfas, Sulfas works for me. Vulcan's the old clan's name,"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls- Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against DemogorgonSilas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of AnnihilationDoneFrom a small group of uniformed people, drinking, chanting, having a good ol' time, A dark haired human man walks over. He wears some leather pants which are a bit baggy, yet sturdy. The rest of his outfit consists of a dark shirt and a thick short sleeved linen cloak, which he wears unbuttoned. Below said cloak, almost hidden from sight, he wears light leather armor and what could be described as a medieval military chest rig containing medicinal tools and supplies. On his chest he carries a fabric emblem of a vertical dagger with two snakes coiling around it.
Battlehammer offered me a decent side gig, hard to decline. The women knows how to make me interested. My name is Golwing, but my mates call me Saethu
(those speaking elvish will understand is as "resourceful") He nods back to his people.
You all make the impression of a weird bunch. I like it. For good fortune and work!
He lifts his tankard and turns towards the bar
Leonard, Bring us another round
Gruno looks over his shoulder at the empty space behind him and nods while muttering quietly, "I know, I know, I was getting to it...."
Turning back to the table, he introduces himself more formally. "Forgive my manners, my name is Grunomar, but you can call me Gruno for short if you like. This looks like a formidable grouping indeed. I wonder what sort of trouble our patron will be getting us into..." He says this with equal amounts of mirth and eagerness with a grin on his face.
A slow smile creeps onto Gaetana’s face as the table rounds itself out with all the new characters. This is definitely worth my time, she thinks to herself. She nods as each take their place. “Good to meet you gentlemen. Though, I’m curious, Grunomar was it? Who are you talking to behind you? I do not see anyone” and turning to Saethu, “Agreed, another round be good as we wait for our lady.”
As a second round is brought to your table a small, but burly, dwarven woman steps into the tavern. She has short curly brown hair and just the faintest bit of a brown beard adorns her chin. She is wearing a dark green leather tunic covered by a dark grey traveling cloak. A shortsword and dagger hang from her belt, one on each side of her.
She scans the room for a moment before seeing you all at the far table, and immediately heads straight towards you with a bright beaming smile. "I see ye've all made it, excellent! Leonard! Bring these fine people your best ale!" she says as she pulls a chair upto your table.
"I know I wasn't very forthcoming with the details when I hired you all, but I don't know too much meself. I was approached by a group waving around a lot of platinum sayin they wanted protection for an expedition into the Underdark. For that kinda coin I didn't ask too many questions. I'm a bit of a scout, I can handle meself in a fight well enough, but not what you'd call a heavy hitter. Now I heard tales of you all, which is why I reached out to ya. I figure you can all handle a wee bit o' monsters." Another round is brought to the table and she grabs a tankard and takes a few big drinks. "From my experiences this should be relatively easy. We aren't going that far in a day or so travel, handful of days there and then back. We've got all the supplies needed so you only need t' bring yourselves and what you need to do the job. We are meeting at the southern road outta the city at dawn." She picks up her ale and drains it in a few more gulps.
Calls her name Battlehammer but does not wield such? Hahaha
Golwing shoves his tankard over to her
No intention to insult, you'd sure have a stronger punch than me. But we both know that punching isn't the reason i am here for. Speaking of that, why are you all here? What have you done to earn yourself a place in this expidition? Again i dont mean to sound derogatory, im genuinly interested to learn about your field of work.
She laughs at your observation "I am a member of clan Battlehammer, as in Mithril Hall Battlehammer. I'm sure you've heard of Mithril Hall"
“Ooh, I like this question” exclaims Gaetana, “ladies first… I am a hunter. I typically hunt people, and as warforged here made the astute observation, I have made bounty hunting my way of living.” And looking intently at Golwing, “and I NEVER miss my mark.”
How many Marks have you hunted? Adrith is one of my troups archers, he is quite a good shot. I myself am the units healer. magical and surgical. If you have a wound, i probably treated it once before in my life.
Golwing turns to Flax
I have heard of Mithril Hall, yes. But i wouldnt say im an expert.
Anvil swivels his head back and forth as the others introduce themselves and discuss their past exploits.
He pushes the drinks offered him into the middle of the table for whomever wants them.
“I take these jobs because of the leads they generate. You have all travelled extensively. You may have seen places and things of interest to me. I estimate, given the number of you and what you have done, there is a modest probability you will have encountered something of use in my quest. Something to be sought, adjudicated and either used or expunged.”
He turns his attention to their dwarven employer.
”In lieu of my fee, I would seek entry to Mithril Hall to see your forges and the work of your smiths.”
Gruno turns to Gaetana, opening his mouth to answer when the second round of drinks hit the table and their future employer shows up. Losing train of thought, he grabs up the mug and chugs the second drink as quickly as the first before hearing another round was about to follow up. "Good evening my lady, thank you for your generosity!"
"That may be arranged my good sir" Flax says wiping another tankard of ale in Anvil's direction before taking another long drought
"Can't say I have. May have heard of it in passing but ain't got any interest in it. I'm just good with getting paid with coin like normal," Sulfas states before grabbing his drink and taking a swig from it, "So when do we meet these guys loaded with platinum?"
Kirin - Level 15 High Elf Wizard (Evocation) - Zorg's Lost Souls- Overchannel Steel Wind Strike for the Win against DemogorgonSilas - Level 11 Human Cleric (War Domain) - Tomb of AnnihilationDoneIn response to Golwings question, Gaetana leans forward, lifts up her cape in a sweeping motion and he catches a glimpse of a line of rivets holding together a fold in her cloak at least 50 long.
“Agreed, when are we meeting our charges? Appreciate the ale and all, but more interested in getting on with the job at hand.”