Greenfield, a vast and open space filled with rolling hills and fields as far as the eye can see. To the west lays Candlekeep, along the Coastway near the Cloakwood, the Wood of Sharp Teeth, and Beregost. To the east the Sunset Mountains rise on the horizon with Iriabor and Easting in the foothills. The north holds Berdusk toward the edge of the Reaching Woods. South takes any traveler to Amn, with its southern peaks and hills off in the distance, if one chose to travel that way. The most common site, however, is Greenest – a modest town nestled smack in the center of the Greenfields, typically quiet and not noteworthy aside from being a stop along the road for any adventurer or caravan that travels for more profitable pastures.
Today, however, there is a sight not commonly seen off in the distance. A large dragon looms over the town of Greenest, visible clearly over the horizon from a few miles away. Any traveler or adventurer along the road can catch sight of the beast easily enough, and the sight of smoke in the distance begins to blot the sky. This far out the sounds are quieter, not quite easily heard, but still distinctly the screams and cries of fighting, pillaging—destruction.
The dragon roars, loud enough to shake the land, trembling the earth with a thunderous cry. It lands in the city center; a spark of light can be seen from this distance with the crackling boom of thunder. A second later, a heavy beat of wings, and the dragon once more takes to the sky to circle over the town. It arches up into the slowly dwindling daylight. Another distant roar, another crackling boom, and the sight of light that arches from the dragon’s form. From this distance one could barely make out the blue coloring to the dragon’s scales.
It has been a long, few days from whichever direction you have traveled. The road is not always kind, not always safe, but really this is something else—a dragon attack, on an otherwise peaceful and commonly traveled route through the Greenfields. Talk about wrong place, right time. Or wrong time and right place? Whichever it is, you have a choice to make.
So far the group of adventures have been successful in tracking the movements of the Cult of the dragon. Doing the best they can helping the citizens of Greenest survive the onslaught of the Cult defeating an ambush. Thufir dueling with the blue half dragon Langdedrosa Cyanwrath
Afterwards they were hired to find out more about the Cult of the Dragon and the hatchery by Governor Nighthill
Helping a rare Gem Dragon named Jack reacquire his brood as a team effort they defeated Cyanwrath captured Frulam Mondath Found valuable information regarding the next attack and turned it in to the governor of Greenest as well as their prisoner Frulam.
They now are waiting for the morning at the Griffon Inn for a meeting set up by Governor Nighthill. But it is still evening
Btw you can role play what your characters do now I'm not putting you to bed and tucking you in lol. You have to do that yourselves as well as moving your characters feet but at the moment everyone finds themselves at the Griffon.
You find yourselves directed to the Griffon Inn a small Inn that was spared any devastation, cause its on the outskirts of town
Doyal you and Nobody are sitting at a table in the common room being served split-pea soup the only thing they have at the moment
as well as ale coffee or tea. You've met Escobertwhom is a red haired Shield dwarf that is in charge of the defenses of Greenest as well as Governor Nighthill a human who looks to be in his sixties very distinguished looking man. Whom you have an appointment with in the morning.
As you sit there talking amongst yourselves a weary looking group (the original cast of this adventure) shuffles in
Fargen shakes the hands of his companions and smiles as the mention of gold. "Don't forget the 3 emeralds, 2 pearls, ring, and dagger we found in addition to the armor. I'll take the emeralds and pearls as my share if that suits you. We will see tomorrow brings. The morning rekindles the flame and ignites the spirit of new work underway."
Wolfstine walks into the common room "Well, it looks like home sweet home for tonight." He walks over and hands the man behind the bar his script the man nods, "My name is Jonas, my good sir we have only room enough if you share the apartment above the barn with those two people." Jonas points to the two sitting at the table (Nobody and Doyal) "Unless you want to throw some refugees out of their temporary home."
Nobody, an ebony eyed and skinned tiefling garbed in dark, well-worn traveler clothes, pauses mid inquiry to Doyal about something or other to regard the new arrivals. "Hm... They've seem to have had it a bit rough go at things, haven't they?" Nobody comments just softly enough for Doyal to hear, before taking a sip of his tea. Rather than setting it back down on the table, it is then a small, dark furred monkey climbs out from under the table and onto the top, before being handed the tea.
When Jonas points to the Nobody and Doyal, the former takes that as his cue to wave a hand and give a faint smile. "I-Indeed. It would make it r-rather difficult to meet Governor Nighthill in the morning should we lose such accomdations." He chuckles softly. "W-well met. The name is, uh... well quite literally Nobody. And this is-..." He gestures both with a hand and the almost whip-thin tail to Doyal, trailing off there to let the man introduce himself.
(To Doyal: Not gonna presume that Nobody knows of anything too personal with Doyal just yet. But I assume they have already gotten past the point of exchanging names and in part why they are in the Inn. Perhaps they've even original traveled to Greenest together for a bit? I leave that to you.)
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Sitting across from the ebony tiefling in such a way as to be able to watch both the main entrance and the stairs up to the rooms of the inn is a lighter skin gentleman. He wears his dark brown hair brushed back going down to just below his ears, the light brown leather long coat he has on covers a similarly colored vest, on one hip sits a thin rapier, while on the other hangs two daggers. His light gray eyes track the new group as they enter as he sips his tea.
“I would agree,” he answers to Nobody's comment just as quietly has Nobody had spoken. He gives a little chuckle at seeing Nobody hand his tea to the little monkey. “I believe those are the adventurers we heard about around town. They seem well armed and equally well trained.”
Doyal sets his tea down and gives a light nod to Wolfstine, “Hail, the name is Doyal Shir'looc, pleasure. Heard quite the tale about you folk if you are who I assume you are.”
Doyal motions to the empty seats at the table, “Join us, it seems we will be roommates for the evening best we get to know each other. As my companion here has stated, we are to meet with Nighthill in the morning, from my understanding you have already spoken to him previously, is there anything we should be aware of?”
Even with the tales Doyal has heard of these adventurers he keeps his ears perked for any sighs of falsehood spoken.
Insight: 14 (or 15 if roll is less due to Ear for Deceit)
Thufir, a tall, well build bronze-blue dragon born comes walks in tall and strong, wearing new armor, though with a well worn great sword strapped to his back. Walking up to the bar he puts a gold coin on the counter and turns around, knowing that at this point the barkeep knows his preference for ale. He is correct of course as an ale appears at the bar, and will keep coming as long as he raises his hand, the rest of the gold being a tip when they leave. Taking a big gulp draining about half the glass at once and signaling for a second, he goes to sit down and says, “Are we really sharing a room after all we’ve been through for this town? You think at least we could have our own bunks at this point. I’ll see if I can get something in the barracks later from the quartermaster. I also need to ask him about a weapon.” To Fargen he says, “Fargen, you deal with all that little stuff we found.” Then looking to the newcomer simply says, “Well Doyle, what do you think of the dragon off in the distance?”
Thinking of going for a for a glaive. This art just for fun:
Jonas volunteers after wondering about Thufirs humility.
"Sir knight. Governor Nighthill has opened the barracks and keep to the towns people who were robbed and who's homes were destroyed. We've taken the overflow. There are separate partitioned beds in the room your script has payed for. And is quite large."
Wolfstine pulls up a chair laying his gear next to him, and simply watches in distant reflection. Raising his hand to a waitress who brings him an ale. The great grey owl Isabeau ruffles her feathers perched on his shoulder.
The tiefling gives Wolfstine an acknowledging nod, but quickly turned attention back to the Dragonborn. Nobody's eyes widen a bit at the mention of a dragon. While it is very, very, VERY unlikely the duo hadn't heard of it by now, hearing the news further confirmed by imposing looking Dragonborn Knight felt oddly more credible. "I, I, I, uh... A-apologize for any overstepping and so forth, but... you and yours hadn't faced it directly, did you?" He asked curious. The monkey nods appearing curious as well, then takes a fanciful sip of the tea. Shuddering a bit after in happiness, what might've looked at first to be a cloak of feathers being worn by the beast briefly expands with the motion, revealing it to actually be a pair of wings on the creature. "A-and if I may, were you here when this all happened? Everything with the town, that is."
A black-haired dwarf steps forward in splint mail. He is well-built, with a sharp eye. You might mistake him for a fighter, except for symbols of a flaming forge on his warhammer and shield. (not necessarily in pic)
"The name's Fargen. It was Doyle and Nobody, you say? Thufir, Wolf, and I had quite the scrap at the hatchery. Half-dragon, drakes, and that cleric. She had a nice halberd, but I fixed it." Fargen pulls out a battle axe and holds it up, smiling. "Most of the raiders left with their spoils, but we promised to come back here and fill everyone in. I don't suppose you two are good in a fight? Get some armor and you'll live longer, but until you can drink up your courage. HA!" Fargen buys a round of ale (10 mugs) and orders a savory meal for the evening.
Doyal smiles and sips his team before answering Thufir's question, "What do I think of the dragon...Well judging by its size and wingspan I would say it is in the later stages of its life, but not yet to its final stage. From what I could tell its scales are blue in color indicating it has an affinity for lightning, the scales also appear to be fairly tough, not impenetrable but it would take some luck and effort. All in all, it is a powerful and intellectual being that appears to be leading some sort of group for one reason or another, or it is possible that the dragon goes where it pleases and the group just follows seeking to aid, or even worship it."
"I know my way around a blade if the need ever arises," Doyal says tapping the rapier on his hip as he returns a smile to Fargen. "A hatchery you say, now that is something of interest. Were you able to retrieve any of the eggs? One of those would make for quite the prize. Did you find anything else there?"
“The eggs are not for those damned cultists to have. But they aren’t for the likes of any of us either.” Thufir says a bit angrily. “For the dragon, it’s likely the same that was here during the raid a few days ago. I have a feeling the Cult has some hold over it, else I don’t know why it’d be working with them.”
Nobody smiled weakly at Fargen's questions, but delayed answering in choosing to instead look to Wolfstine. "U-uh.. it was a pleasure making your acquaintance. Sleep well!" He called back, before turning to the others. "Uhm...to answer your question, dear Fargen, and please take no offense. But my particular talents are more in the arcane then, uhm... your methods. And for that, I sorta need my wits about me at all times, so I would have to decline the offering of liquid courage." The tiefling smiled apologetically. "But if you wager you might have need of my particular talents as well, I would not be disinclined to offer assistance. In fact, it might just be our meeting tomorrow with the governor could tie into all that., considering your groups confrontation with this cult."
Thufir will stay down and have a few more pints before retiring for the night, and after a couple turns to Fargen and asks, “Hey Far! You think you could make my sword a bit longer ‘fore we bunk for the night? I’m thinking of changing up my style a bit.” Then pulling out his blade points to a notch towards the tip and says, “Though keep this in it if possible.”
I wasn’t going to ask since it uses your Channel Divinity, but if we’re gonna crash it seems safe eh?
Fargen nods at Thufir, "A glaive, was it? Aye, I can accommodate your request." Fargen talks with Thufir quietly to understand his design until he has a clear idea of Thufir's vision. Fargen takes Thufir's greatsword and finds a quiet space to perform his Artisan's Blessing to reshape the blade.
In the morning, Fargen walks around town looking to see how he might spend a little gold. He seeks out common magic items (potions/scrolls) for sale or the materials to craft his own.
Nobody eyes went wide, and though very hard to see, he even blushes before Thufir pulled out the blade. "O-oh, that's what you... wow! Uhm. So, I think that's enough tea for me tonight." Nobody stands up to his full obscene height, prompting his monkey companion to disembark long enough to set down the cup. "It's been a pleasure gentlemen. But I-I'll see you in the morning." At that, the lanky tiefling departed to find his respite for the evening. Although in his paranoia given the recent attack, had taken to setting up a silent alarm about his bedding just in case. As he drifted off, he found himself thinking back to Thufir's commentary about the cult, and briefly took off a glove revealing the scaly appendage beneath. But eventually sleep finds him.
Come the next morning the tiefling is adamant about being on time for the meeting. So if that meant skipping breakfast then so be it! Although in any event, the man is a nervous bundle of energy if the far more active tail movement is anything to go by.
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Doyal nods at Thufir's reply filing it in his mind with the other information he had gathered, he may have less to say at the meeting tomorrow then he had originally thought. He respectfully declines the offer of drinks from Fargen keeping to his tea. While the others begin to retire Doyal stays to put his thoughts in order with all the information he has collected for his report. After some time has passed and Doyal feels he is ready to give his report he finally retires for the night. When he gets to the room, he looks at the sleeping forms of the others then comments to himself, "Odd folk, but they seem just, time will tell if they have the skills to make the world better."
Doyal is one of the last to rise, having stayed up as late as he did, returning to the common room he joins any of his new companions for a light breakfast if there is time, but if not then just to gather before heading to the meeting with Nighthill.
Fargen's passive insight lets him see that the only quiet place he would find in this town would be the apartment they'll be sleeping in tonight or at least the barn where horses are shoed.
Nobody:(how about choosing a color when you speak)
You climb the stairs and enter the apartment. You find Wolfstine waiting up for you and anybody that decides to retire for the night sitting leaning back on an easy chair the only one the other seats are 3 couches and one love seat. You would expect to smell horse dung being so close to them, but the apartment is well insolated. There is even a work space coupled with a bar and food prep on one side of the room. You would think Jonas gave up his personal apartment for the heroes of Greenest. Wolfstine has already clamed a modest sleeping area for himself and stowed his gear.
"Apparently you get the next choice in our sleeping arrangements sir tiethling. They all seam to be generous spaces, some more so than not." There is a pitcher of water on the large coffee table in the middle of the seating. A pitcher of Coffee along with cups sits there also as well a small cakes.
"Get yourself settled, and once everyone is here. Take a seat. We'll tell a tale of our recent adventures to our newest friends. Members of this little group. Course some things we couldn't brag about or relate in public and those words shouldn't leave this room. Maybe you could share some of your experiences. So we can know you."
The feral muscular looking man looks kinda odd to you. As he reads a book Nuances Of Magic he borrowed from a shelf nearby the great grey owl perched on the back of the seat reminds you of a pet of a friend you knew not to long ago who used to pull your tail to get your attention 🤣
Greenest
Greenfield, a vast and open space filled with rolling hills and fields as far as the eye can see. To the west lays Candlekeep, along the Coastway near the Cloakwood, the Wood of Sharp Teeth, and Beregost. To the east the Sunset Mountains rise on the horizon with Iriabor and Easting in the foothills. The north holds Berdusk toward the edge of the Reaching Woods. South takes any traveler to Amn, with its southern peaks and hills off in the distance, if one chose to travel that way. The most common site, however, is Greenest – a modest town nestled smack in the center of the Greenfields, typically quiet and not noteworthy aside from being a stop along the road for any adventurer or caravan that travels for more profitable pastures.
Today, however, there is a sight not commonly seen off in the distance. A large dragon looms over the town of Greenest, visible clearly over the horizon from a few miles away. Any traveler or adventurer along the road can catch sight of the beast easily enough, and the sight of smoke in the distance begins to blot the sky. This far out the sounds are quieter, not quite easily heard, but still distinctly the screams and cries of fighting, pillaging—destruction.
The dragon roars, loud enough to shake the land, trembling the earth with a thunderous cry. It lands in the city center; a spark of light can be seen from this distance with the crackling boom of thunder. A second later, a heavy beat of wings, and the dragon once more takes to the sky to circle over the town. It arches up into the slowly dwindling daylight. Another distant roar, another crackling boom, and the sight of light that arches from the dragon’s form. From this distance one could barely make out the blue coloring to the dragon’s scales.
It has been a long, few days from whichever direction you have traveled. The road is not always kind, not always safe, but really this is something else—a dragon attack, on an otherwise peaceful and commonly traveled route through the Greenfields. Talk about wrong place, right time. Or wrong time and right place? Whichever it is, you have a choice to make.
So far the group of adventures have been successful in tracking the movements of the Cult of the dragon. Doing the best they can helping the citizens of Greenest survive the onslaught of the Cult defeating an ambush. Thufir dueling with the blue half dragon Langdedrosa Cyanwrath
Afterwards they were hired to find out more about the Cult of the Dragon and the hatchery by Governor Nighthill
Helping a rare Gem Dragon named Jack reacquire his brood as a team effort they defeated Cyanwrath captured Frulam Mondath Found valuable information regarding the next attack and turned it in to the governor of Greenest as well as their prisoner Frulam.
They now are waiting for the morning at the Griffon Inn for a meeting set up by Governor Nighthill. But it is still evening
Reference to the adventure thus far <link
OOC: Link
Map of The Sword Coast and more
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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
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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
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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
"The names Wolfstine."
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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
Sitting across from the ebony tiefling in such a way as to be able to watch both the main entrance and the stairs up to the rooms of the inn is a lighter skin gentleman. He wears his dark brown hair brushed back going down to just below his ears, the light brown leather long coat he has on covers a similarly colored vest, on one hip sits a thin rapier, while on the other hangs two daggers. His light gray eyes track the new group as they enter as he sips his tea.
“I would agree,” he answers to Nobody's comment just as quietly has Nobody had spoken. He gives a little chuckle at seeing Nobody hand his tea to the little monkey. “I believe those are the adventurers we heard about around town. They seem well armed and equally well trained.”
Doyal sets his tea down and gives a light nod to Wolfstine, “Hail, the name is Doyal Shir'looc, pleasure. Heard quite the tale about you folk if you are who I assume you are.”
Doyal motions to the empty seats at the table, “Join us, it seems we will be roommates for the evening best we get to know each other. As my companion here has stated, we are to meet with Nighthill in the morning, from my understanding you have already spoken to him previously, is there anything we should be aware of?”
Even with the tales Doyal has heard of these adventurers he keeps his ears perked for any sighs of falsehood spoken.
Insight: 14 (or 15 if roll is less due to Ear for Deceit)
Thufir, a tall, well build bronze-blue dragon born comes walks in tall and strong, wearing new armor, though with a well worn great sword strapped to his back. Walking up to the bar he puts a gold coin on the counter and turns around, knowing that at this point the barkeep knows his preference for ale. He is correct of course as an ale appears at the bar, and will keep coming as long as he raises his hand, the rest of the gold being a tip when they leave. Taking a big gulp draining about half the glass at once and signaling for a second, he goes to sit down and says, “Are we really sharing a room after all we’ve been through for this town? You think at least we could have our own bunks at this point. I’ll see if I can get something in the barracks later from the quartermaster. I also need to ask him about a weapon.” To Fargen he says, “Fargen, you deal with all that little stuff we found.” Then looking to the newcomer simply says, “Well Doyle, what do you think of the dragon off in the distance?”
Thinking of going for a for a glaive. This art just for fun:
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Jonas volunteers after wondering about Thufirs humility.
"Sir knight. Governor Nighthill has opened the barracks and keep to the towns people who were robbed and who's homes were destroyed. We've taken the overflow. There are separate partitioned beds in the room your script has payed for. And is quite large."
Wolfstine pulls up a chair laying his gear next to him, and simply watches in distant reflection. Raising his hand to a waitress who brings him an ale. The great grey owl Isabeau ruffles her feathers perched on his shoulder.
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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
The tiefling gives Wolfstine an acknowledging nod, but quickly turned attention back to the Dragonborn. Nobody's eyes widen a bit at the mention of a dragon. While it is very, very, VERY unlikely the duo hadn't heard of it by now, hearing the news further confirmed by imposing looking Dragonborn Knight felt oddly more credible. "I, I, I, uh... A-apologize for any overstepping and so forth, but... you and yours hadn't faced it directly, did you?" He asked curious. The monkey nods appearing curious as well, then takes a fanciful sip of the tea. Shuddering a bit after in happiness, what might've looked at first to be a cloak of feathers being worn by the beast briefly expands with the motion, revealing it to actually be a pair of wings on the creature. "A-and if I may, were you here when this all happened? Everything with the town, that is."
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Wolfstine worries about Jacks secret looking at Thufir "We will tell you about it in our room. Thufir tells a great story."
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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
A black-haired dwarf steps forward in splint mail. He is well-built, with a sharp eye. You might mistake him for a fighter, except for symbols of a flaming forge on his warhammer and shield. (not necessarily in pic)
"The name's Fargen. It was Doyle and Nobody, you say? Thufir, Wolf, and I had quite the scrap at the hatchery. Half-dragon, drakes, and that cleric. She had a nice halberd, but I fixed it." Fargen pulls out a battle axe and holds it up, smiling. "Most of the raiders left with their spoils, but we promised to come back here and fill everyone in. I don't suppose you two are good in a fight? Get some armor and you'll live longer, but until you can drink up your courage. HA!" Fargen buys a round of ale (10 mugs) and orders a savory meal for the evening.
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
Doyal smiles and sips his team before answering Thufir's question, "What do I think of the dragon...Well judging by its size and wingspan I would say it is in the later stages of its life, but not yet to its final stage. From what I could tell its scales are blue in color indicating it has an affinity for lightning, the scales also appear to be fairly tough, not impenetrable but it would take some luck and effort. All in all, it is a powerful and intellectual being that appears to be leading some sort of group for one reason or another, or it is possible that the dragon goes where it pleases and the group just follows seeking to aid, or even worship it."
"I know my way around a blade if the need ever arises," Doyal says tapping the rapier on his hip as he returns a smile to Fargen. "A hatchery you say, now that is something of interest. Were you able to retrieve any of the eggs? One of those would make for quite the prize. Did you find anything else there?"
“The eggs are not for those damned cultists to have. But they aren’t for the likes of any of us either.” Thufir says a bit angrily. “For the dragon, it’s likely the same that was here during the raid a few days ago. I have a feeling the Cult has some hold over it, else I don’t know why it’d be working with them.”
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The evening wains on Wolfstine gets up
"I'm going to retire if someone wants to set up a watch in our room go ahead."
He gets up and leaves to the apartment leaving a silver in the tip jar
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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
Nobody smiled weakly at Fargen's questions, but delayed answering in choosing to instead look to Wolfstine. "U-uh.. it was a pleasure making your acquaintance. Sleep well!" He called back, before turning to the others. "Uhm...to answer your question, dear Fargen, and please take no offense. But my particular talents are more in the arcane then, uhm... your methods. And for that, I sorta need my wits about me at all times, so I would have to decline the offering of liquid courage." The tiefling smiled apologetically. "But if you wager you might have need of my particular talents as well, I would not be disinclined to offer assistance. In fact, it might just be our meeting tomorrow with the governor could tie into all that., considering your groups confrontation with this cult."
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Thufir will stay down and have a few more pints before retiring for the night, and after a couple turns to Fargen and asks, “Hey Far! You think you could make my sword a bit longer ‘fore we bunk for the night? I’m thinking of changing up my style a bit.” Then pulling out his blade points to a notch towards the tip and says, “Though keep this in it if possible.”
I wasn’t going to ask since it uses your Channel Divinity, but if we’re gonna crash it seems safe eh?
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Fargen nods at Thufir, "A glaive, was it? Aye, I can accommodate your request." Fargen talks with Thufir quietly to understand his design until he has a clear idea of Thufir's vision. Fargen takes Thufir's greatsword and finds a quiet space to perform his Artisan's Blessing to reshape the blade.
In the morning, Fargen walks around town looking to see how he might spend a little gold. He seeks out common magic items (potions/scrolls) for sale or the materials to craft his own.
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
Nobody eyes went wide, and though very hard to see, he even blushes before Thufir pulled out the blade. "O-oh, that's what you... wow! Uhm. So, I think that's enough tea for me tonight." Nobody stands up to his full obscene height, prompting his monkey companion to disembark long enough to set down the cup. "It's been a pleasure gentlemen. But I-I'll see you in the morning." At that, the lanky tiefling departed to find his respite for the evening. Although in his paranoia given the recent attack, had taken to setting up a silent alarm about his bedding just in case. As he drifted off, he found himself thinking back to Thufir's commentary about the cult, and briefly took off a glove revealing the scaly appendage beneath. But eventually sleep finds him.
Come the next morning the tiefling is adamant about being on time for the meeting. So if that meant skipping breakfast then so be it! Although in any event, the man is a nervous bundle of energy if the far more active tail movement is anything to go by.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Doyal nods at Thufir's reply filing it in his mind with the other information he had gathered, he may have less to say at the meeting tomorrow then he had originally thought. He respectfully declines the offer of drinks from Fargen keeping to his tea. While the others begin to retire Doyal stays to put his thoughts in order with all the information he has collected for his report. After some time has passed and Doyal feels he is ready to give his report he finally retires for the night. When he gets to the room, he looks at the sleeping forms of the others then comments to himself, "Odd folk, but they seem just, time will tell if they have the skills to make the world better."
Doyal is one of the last to rise, having stayed up as late as he did, returning to the common room he joins any of his new companions for a light breakfast if there is time, but if not then just to gather before heading to the meeting with Nighthill.
Fargen's passive insight lets him see that the only quiet place he would find in this town would be the apartment they'll be sleeping in tonight or at least the barn where horses are shoed.
Nobody: (how about choosing a color when you speak)
You climb the stairs and enter the apartment. You find Wolfstine waiting up for you and anybody that decides to retire for the night sitting leaning back on an easy chair the only one the other seats are 3 couches and one love seat. You would expect to smell horse dung being so close to them, but the apartment is well insolated. There is even a work space coupled with a bar and food prep on one side of the room. You would think Jonas gave up his personal apartment for the heroes of Greenest. Wolfstine has already clamed a modest sleeping area for himself and stowed his gear.
"Apparently you get the next choice in our sleeping arrangements sir tiethling. They all seam to be generous spaces, some more so than not." There is a pitcher of water on the large coffee table in the middle of the seating. A pitcher of Coffee along with cups sits there also as well a small cakes.
"Get yourself settled, and once everyone is here. Take a seat. We'll tell a tale of our recent adventures to our newest friends. Members of this little group. Course some things we couldn't brag about or relate in public and those words shouldn't leave this room. Maybe you could share some of your experiences. So we can know you."
The feral muscular looking man looks kinda odd to you. As he reads a book Nuances Of Magic he borrowed from a shelf nearby the great grey owl perched on the back of the seat reminds you of a pet of a friend you knew not to long ago who used to pull your tail to get your attention 🤣
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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
You guys have been going non stop for quite a while now, and feel like you need your beauty sleep.😴
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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