Hello, My name is Lance Kehisato, I am 22 He/Him. I decided that I wanted to try out this PbP thing as a DM, as I wanted to play with another group, but don't have enough time off for another in person group. Looking for around 4-5 players, if interested PM me with the following info and we can go from there.
Preference Name & Pronouns(for when I want to reference you the player directly.)
Player age, (This game is 18+)
Planned Character name and pronouns
Planned character class and subclass. (I like to make items fit for your character)
Rules A few basic rules for this campaign:
No racism, sexism, homophobia, ageism, etc. will be tolerated, D&D is a game for all.
Homebrew content must be pre-approved by me, even if it was created by me, because some of the feats I have created were for special horror one shots, or to help me keep track of characters for something else entirely.
Allowed Books: Any books that have been released from the PHB to FToD. If Monsters of the Multiverse releases before the start of this I will allow it as well.
Everyone involved in this campaign is expected to treat others with a basic level of respect. Remember that we are all here to have fun and our joint enjoyment should be a top priority.
All characters must be created on DnD Beyond and have a DnD beyond character sheet
Rolls must be made using the the DnD Beyond rolling system, meaning the rolling tool on the character sheet or the forum.
No coin weight, I never really liked the coin weight, so I never use it.
Nat 1s and Nat 20s aren't always fails or successes, but almost always are.
No dual classing
Starting level is 1.
Health is fixed
Dump-stat min is 10
Ability Score is rolled, roll 5 groups and choose the best group. Must be rolled in the character editor.
1 more slot left. So far: we have a Ranger, Sorcerer, Rouge, and Paladin. And seeing as how I have some free time I thought I should post a summary of what the campaign is about, to help those who might want to join, understand the world.
Welcome to the world of Gordral, its a typical D&D world, but with one problem, strange things have begun to happen, rifts to other planes have begun to open, their inhabitants spilling out into our material plane, and reeking havoc. Will you join in the quest to solve this mystery, and save the world?
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
It is almost time to begin, since all 5 players have been chosen I thought it best to do this now. When I the DM am making an announcement, I will use comic sans. When in combat we will roll the attack and damage to save on time. EX: Attack: 5 Damage: 5 by clicking the die at the top right of the comment box and selecting combat, input your to-hit modifier in the example the to-hit modifier is 2, then ALL dice that are being used. The example I made uses a d8 and d4, with a damage modifier of 2. Once all the characters are in I will do the starting post. Titles will be in bold italicized and underlined, using Arial Black font. Other languages most of the time, will be written in Whatever this font is(whatever this font is, if the party knows the language then the translation will be posted using Times new roman in parentheses.) If I know the language then I will post the phrase such as ava'yorn (hello) in draconic. with the translation still in parentheses, using the same font. This language thing is subject to change based on my knowledge of translators. Common is always written in common, (english) using the font the character is speaking in.
Over the past several days, all of you have heard rumors of strange rifts opening up all around the world. Then a couple of days ago, a new rumor popped up, the Merchant city of Shadowbay has begun gathering adventurers to try and solve this mystery. In response, each of you makes your way to the set meeting point in the city. The Devil's Head Inn, the largest inn in the city, located close the center of the Market district. All of you arrive at the inn the same day. Arrival order:
Fenryadrick- being already in the city, you were the first to hear these rumors and once you had learned they were true, you made your way to the inn. Being a part of this city for so long, you know that the owner and barkeep of the inn is a retired adventurer, having slain an ancient red dragon prior to her retirment.
Trilaxa the odd- The merchant caravan that you were a part of arrived in the city yesterday morning. This morning, after checking in the guild, you make your way to the inn, as one of the guild's representatives, giving them a stake in this quest.
Rweni Aryun- After much deliberation on who to send, the church you are a part of decided to send you to the inn as one of the representatives of Sune.
Andarel- Having gained access to the city using what little connections to the university of Waterdeep that you have, you were able to get into the city, quickly making your way to the inn, hoping that this journey will be one of adventure.
Soloth- You are the last to arrive, having been to the city many times before with your teacher, you know your way around. This place was next to your home after all, the largest forest in the world that also bordered a massive, long deceased, volcano.
As each of you enters the inn, the first thing that draws your eyes is the head of a powerful devil mounted above the bar. Before you can do anything you are all shown to the same table, being told that this will be the group you will be traveling with. Food and drinks are brought out as well as room keys, being paid for by the city itself. The only people at this table are you 5. Go ahead and introduce yourselves. Describe your characters and the class you chose.
A striking half-elven woman with a commanding presence confidently enters the inn. Her chain mail armor jingles over her lithe, yet muscular and toned body as she is led to a table. She wears leather brown breeches that are laced up the side. A black skirt, made of satin, rests mid-thigh. under her chainmail and padding, she wears a crimson blouse. Her bright azure eyes narrow at the enormous devil’s head before turning away.
A stray bang of bright, arterial red hair tickles her freckled nose (a trait from her human mother). She brushes it away with a bare hand. Her skin is a warm copperish-hue. She pulls on a black, silken cloth holding her hair-bun in place. A cascade of red spills over her shoulders before her hands grasp the tendrils. She twirls it around itself wrapping her hair into a tight bun, keeping it off her shoulders once more. She ties the black silk cloth tightly to keep the bun in place. The woman, who appears in her late twenties, continues following the bar host.
"Here is your table, Miss…”
”Rweni,” she says, as the host places his hand upon a chair at the table. She overlaps her hand over his and gently removes it. Rweni pulls the chair out herself. She leans her shield against the table next to her, the symbol of Sune, a woman with wild, red hair, adorning the front. She adjusts her flail, secured to her hip, so it hangs over the chair’s edge and takes a seat, crossing her legs. “You may also bring me a Deep Stout to satisfy my thirst. It has been a long journey here.”
Rweni’s blue eyes study the enormous devil’s head that is mounted on the wall above the bar again. She looks down at the set of room keys and her slender fingers, part of her elven father’s side, pick it up and twirl it around to preoccupy herself. She leans into the uncomfortable, wooden chair and waits for her drink and to see who might occupy the other four, empty chairs.
A small figure appears from between the other occupants of the tavern. Half the height of most patrons they nimbly flit their way through the press of people, dodging around stray legs and chairs moved into their path by the oblivious tall folk. Dressed in a mixture of browns and reds, the cut of the clothes look like they have been altered from items intended for larger framed subjects. The maroon leather coat has a low hem that sits a little above the knee at the front then angles up for a higher rear, almost as though coat tails were reversed. The hood adorning the collar is currently up hiding the features of the wearer, and turned up cuffs suggest the sleeves are too long for their shorter arms. Under the open coat front, simple, natural brown leather boots are worn thigh-high, with a simple crimson tunic visible in between a wide belt that cinches the coat, and the strap of a leather satchel worn over one shoulder and across the chest. Silver and copper coloured buckles and trappings adorn the leather strapping and boots, whilst two very plain scabbards house equally unadorned grips for a pair of short swords, one on each hip.
Wordlessly they approach the table, hook a chair out with their foot and jump up onto the seat. The two shot glasses that were carried unnoticed in one hand hit the table, the first of which is drawn back up to be swiftly knocked back and set to rest at last. The free hand pulls back the hood to reveal the greenish-blue skin of a goblin. The features are female, and reasonaly fine for her race. Thick black hair is roughly cut to neck length, worn loose and looking askew as the hood pulled various strands in multiple directions. "'Scuse me, just needed a shot of dwarven-courage to get going." The words are spoken to novody in particular bay a voice that is a little nasal and sharp, though the raspiness that is often associated with the goblin tongue seems absent. "Say, you can see that devil thing much better from up here. Guess that makes sense though. It's hideous."
The goblin looks around, engaging with Rweni at last, " Andarel. Did I catch you say your name was Rweni?"
Rweni blinks twice as Andarel addresses her. “Yes. Rweni, Paladin of Sune.” She speaks with a modulated voice, pleasant on the ears and full of confidence. “Andarel? Pleasure to meet you. I see you already have your drink…” her voice trails as she cranes her neck over her shoulder curious to where her Deep Stout order is.
Returning to Andarel and not to be rude, “Are you here regarding these mysterious rifts as well?”
Rweni holds up the key associated with her seat and motions to the three empty seats. “Looks like we all have our own rooms. You haven’t seen who the other three are, perchance?” She uncrosses her legs and pulls the chair closer to the table, and leans forward, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on the backs of her folded hands. Rweni is glad to finally have a conversation with someone other than herself.
As the conversation begins, a deep stout floats down from the air, landing softly in front of Rweni, shortly before the food does. A rather decent meal, containing bread, meat, cheese, vegetables, and fruit. A glance towards the bar, would reveal a rather meek looking mage carefully moving full dishes around in the air, sending drinks and meals to other tables. As food and drinks begin to arrive at all of the other tables, the noise in the inn begins to pick up.
About to speak, Andarel watches the food float down in front of them, and quickly grabs at a wedge of cheese and slice of meat, stuffing a few small chunks into her mouth and quickly swallowing them before she answers, "Aye, rifts. Was about to advise never to wait on bar service for a drink, that trick ain't half bad though. Takes some skill to keep that many things moving all at once, plus I'll bet it stops fight quick if your swinging in mid air."
The goblin stands up on her chair, reaches over towards the bread, tears off a healthy chunk then offers the remainder to Rweni before starting to pull the soft interior out from the crust. "Wasn't sure how many were coming to this... So, paladin eh? How did you get caught up in this shindig then?"She settles back and looks around the room idly watching the way the mage moves everything high enough to avoid people's heads.
Rweni notices how Andarel makes the first grab at food, and quickly at that. She is unsure if Andarel just has a high metabolis, feeling very hungry or if something else has plagued her in the past that has made Andarel feel the need to swipe at food quickly before it is all gone. Rweni chooses an apple and some carrots. Then, she selects a slice of meat and wraps it around some cheese. After she gets her needs filled, Rweni politely pushes the plate of goods closer to Andarel so she does not have to reach over the table.
”My order felt that I ought to represent them in this endeavor. Now, whether that is because they think I have the tools to do so or just that it was my time to serve remains to be seen. Regardless of their reasoning, I answered the call to come here. And you, Andarel? You seem to know this bar. Do you live around here or have you visited this place before?”
Rweni sees that the bar is picking up, yet their table seems noticeably empty. “I am curious to know who our benefactor is. You and I are very punctual or everyone else is fashionably late.”
"Never been here before, city or inn, only arrived a few hour ago. Though taverns are mostly all the same, and I've been in plenty of those. I like busy places." The goblin nods thanks at the plate being moved closer, and grabs some further morsels to tuck into whilst there is no-one else laying claim to them. "Let's hope it is for your skills, certainly makes me feel better that way."
"Indeed, though I have found people in charge don't need to obey the rules they impose on others. A few more faces who can be where they need to be when they need to be there would be welcome..." She continues scanning the crowd, eyeing the possible approach of anyone else towards their cost little table. Her amber eyes flitting around, picking out faces, watching the service of beverages, occassionally flicking to that devil's face. "Why do you follow Sune?"
Rweni lightly laughs, covering her mouth to stifle it. “Sune? Other than the fact we share similar tastes in red hair…I covet her devotion to be free. I felt that she was strong and independent. I enjoy knowing that a beautiful woman is able to confidently be a Goddess and hold their own, while still being able to love. You know, a strong matron who is also not… who does not accept the inequalities that some men tend to think.”
Rweni abruptly stops herself, feeling a little preachy and not wanting to delve too much into her personal life as they have just met.
The half-elf gives a slight salute with two fingers off her eyebrow to the Dragonborn. In attempt to quickly divert the conversation she offers an open hand to one of the empty seats.
”Welcome. My name is Rweni Aryun. What is your name, friend?”
Yes…Soloth, is it? Yes, I am a guardian of Sune’s temples and clerics.” Rweni fixes a another cheese wrapped in meat morsel and places it into her mouth. She washes it down with her stout and looks at Soloth.
”I can hold my own. I am certainly not going to fail if I can help it. I will give it my all if that is what you’re concerned about. I will make clear that I was not summoned. The high cleric at my temple sent me. I am here to serve Sune and provide aid to the party to solve this rift mystery.”
Rweni looks at the last two, empty chairs and diverts her attention back to Soloth and Anderal. “What talents or skills do you both bring, my friends?”
Finishing their conversation, Andarel acknowledges Rweni's appreciation of her deity, "Always good to have common ground with your heroes. Reckon most gods are pretty confident, man or woman."
The dragon-born catches Andarel's eye as they approach and stays quiet as Rweni introduces herself. As Solus directs the enquiry towards her, Andarel politely replies, "Silly to carry them just for show. So, why do you go by two names? One not enough?"
"Been called quick with these blades by more than one fool, not half bad at running away when I ain't quick enough too!" She laughs at her own joke for a moment, then composes herself and adds, "Few other tricks up my sleeves for when that happens."
Rweni permits a thinly veiled smile to paint her lips; however, she professionally subdues a snicker and instead gently corrects the goblin woman. “Now, now, Andarel. It very well could be that Soloth’s other name, ‘the tracker’, is a title bestowed upon by his elders.”
She takes another draught of stout from her mug and places it gently onto the table. “I also have two names. My surname is Aryun. In the common tongue, it means Autumnblood; however, the literal translation from High Elvish is ‘Blood Harvest.’ You can see why I prefer to use my Elvish last name. It has a less threatening or intimidating feel to it.”
Rweni pushes her chair back and stands up. “I must apologize. I need to take this thing off. It becomes quite cumbersome and uncomfortable after awhile. Plus, I presume we are staying the evening here, hence these keys. I will return shortly and in more comfortable attire.”
She picks up the key, her shield and pack and heads upstairs to find her room. She is gone no more than 15 minutes before she returns without her weapons and armor. She is still wearing the brown breeches, laced up the side, knee high black boots that fold out and over. A red blouse with white trim adorns her top. A brooch is pinned on her blouse on the left side, a symbol of Sune. Finally, Rweni has let her hair down. A cascade of bright red hair with copper highlights flow over her shoulder just barely above her shoulder blades. She stops by the bar for some elven wine and brings the glass to the table and takes her original seat. “So much better.”
Just before Rweni's return, another meal floated down, landing right in front of Soloth.
"Excuse me," A soft voice said to Soloth, it was one of the bar maids in charge of getting people's drink orders, she was small by adult human standards, her blond hair obscuring part of her face. A slight shift, would reveal that she has a scar on her face, and the eye her hair covers appears pale. She is holding a pamphlet like object, that holds a list of drinks. "Is there anything you would like to drink? All meals and drinks bought by adventurers are being paid for by the council of merchants, for the next couple of days. I hope you don't mind that we put in a standard meal order for you" Watching her made it obvious that some of the other adventurers currently in the inn, aren't the friendly kind. Her attractive features make her a target for the drunks in the inn. When Rweni came back down and sat at the table, the young woman relaxed a little bit. She must have felt comfort in the paladin's presence.
Sliding in through the inn's doors is a slim wood elf wearing a relatively dark-colored cloak with his hood on. He is mindlessly flipping a dagger in his hand, sometimes spinning it in the air and catching it right back. He is shown to the table and slowly makes his way there while scanning his surroundings.
"Oh, you must be the adventurers," he says with a grin. "You can call me Fen."
He pulls the chair backwards and sits on it, then stabs a piece of ham with his dagger and eats it. Also, seeing the barmaid here, he adds: "I would like an ale, please."
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Hello, My name is Lance Kehisato, I am 22 He/Him. I decided that I wanted to try out this PbP thing as a DM, as I wanted to play with another group, but don't have enough time off for another in person group. Looking for around 4-5 players, if interested PM me with the following info and we can go from there.
Rules
A few basic rules for this campaign:
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
1 more slot left. So far: we have a Ranger, Sorcerer, Rouge, and Paladin. And seeing as how I have some free time I thought I should post a summary of what the campaign is about, to help those who might want to join, understand the world.
Welcome to the world of Gordral, its a typical D&D world, but with one problem, strange things have begun to happen, rifts to other planes have begun to open, their inhabitants spilling out into our material plane, and reeking havoc. Will you join in the quest to solve this mystery, and save the world?
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
It is almost time to begin, since all 5 players have been chosen I thought it best to do this now. When I the DM am making an announcement, I will use comic sans. When in combat we will roll the attack and damage to save on time. EX: Attack: 5 Damage: 5 by clicking the die at the top right of the comment box and selecting combat, input your to-hit modifier in the example the to-hit modifier is 2, then ALL dice that are being used. The example I made uses a d8 and d4, with a damage modifier of 2. Once all the characters are in I will do the starting post. Titles will be in bold italicized and underlined, using Arial Black font. Other languages most of the time, will be written in Whatever this font is(whatever this font is, if the party knows the language then the translation will be posted using Times new roman in parentheses.) If I know the language then I will post the phrase such as ava'yorn (hello) in draconic. with the translation still in parentheses, using the same font. This language thing is subject to change based on my knowledge of translators. Common is always written in common, (english) using the font the character is speaking in.
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
All Characters are in, it is now time to begin.
Over the past several days, all of you have heard rumors of strange rifts opening up all around the world. Then a couple of days ago, a new rumor popped up, the Merchant city of Shadowbay has begun gathering adventurers to try and solve this mystery. In response, each of you makes your way to the set meeting point in the city. The Devil's Head Inn, the largest inn in the city, located close the center of the Market district. All of you arrive at the inn the same day.
Arrival order:
As each of you enters the inn, the first thing that draws your eyes is the head of a powerful devil mounted above the bar. Before you can do anything you are all shown to the same table, being told that this will be the group you will be traveling with. Food and drinks are brought out as well as room keys, being paid for by the city itself. The only people at this table are you 5.
Go ahead and introduce yourselves. Describe your characters and the class you chose.
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
A striking half-elven woman with a commanding presence confidently enters the inn. Her chain mail armor jingles over her lithe, yet muscular and toned body as she is led to a table. She wears leather brown breeches that are laced up the side. A black skirt, made of satin, rests mid-thigh. under her chainmail and padding, she wears a crimson blouse. Her bright azure eyes narrow at the enormous devil’s head before turning away.
A stray bang of bright, arterial red hair tickles her freckled nose (a trait from her human mother). She brushes it away with a bare hand. Her skin is a warm copperish-hue. She pulls on a black, silken cloth holding her hair-bun in place. A cascade of red spills over her shoulders before her hands grasp the tendrils. She twirls it around itself wrapping her hair into a tight bun, keeping it off her shoulders once more. She ties the black silk cloth tightly to keep the bun in place. The woman, who appears in her late twenties, continues following the bar host.
"Here is your table, Miss…”
”Rweni,” she says, as the host places his hand upon a chair at the table. She overlaps her hand over his and gently removes it. Rweni pulls the chair out herself. She leans her shield against the table next to her, the symbol of Sune, a woman with wild, red hair, adorning the front. She adjusts her flail, secured to her hip, so it hangs over the chair’s edge and takes a seat, crossing her legs. “You may also bring me a Deep Stout to satisfy my thirst. It has been a long journey here.”
Rweni’s blue eyes study the enormous devil’s head that is mounted on the wall above the bar again. She looks down at the set of room keys and her slender fingers, part of her elven father’s side, pick it up and twirl it around to preoccupy herself. She leans into the uncomfortable, wooden chair and waits for her drink and to see who might occupy the other four, empty chairs.
A small figure appears from between the other occupants of the tavern. Half the height of most patrons they nimbly flit their way through the press of people, dodging around stray legs and chairs moved into their path by the oblivious tall folk. Dressed in a mixture of browns and reds, the cut of the clothes look like they have been altered from items intended for larger framed subjects. The maroon leather coat has a low hem that sits a little above the knee at the front then angles up for a higher rear, almost as though coat tails were reversed. The hood adorning the collar is currently up hiding the features of the wearer, and turned up cuffs suggest the sleeves are too long for their shorter arms. Under the open coat front, simple, natural brown leather boots are worn thigh-high, with a simple crimson tunic visible in between a wide belt that cinches the coat, and the strap of a leather satchel worn over one shoulder and across the chest. Silver and copper coloured buckles and trappings adorn the leather strapping and boots, whilst two very plain scabbards house equally unadorned grips for a pair of short swords, one on each hip.
Wordlessly they approach the table, hook a chair out with their foot and jump up onto the seat. The two shot glasses that were carried unnoticed in one hand hit the table, the first of which is drawn back up to be swiftly knocked back and set to rest at last. The free hand pulls back the hood to reveal the greenish-blue skin of a goblin. The features are female, and reasonaly fine for her race. Thick black hair is roughly cut to neck length, worn loose and looking askew as the hood pulled various strands in multiple directions. "'Scuse me, just needed a shot of dwarven-courage to get going." The words are spoken to novody in particular bay a voice that is a little nasal and sharp, though the raspiness that is often associated with the goblin tongue seems absent. "Say, you can see that devil thing much better from up here. Guess that makes sense though. It's hideous."
The goblin looks around, engaging with Rweni at last, " Andarel. Did I catch you say your name was Rweni?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Rweni blinks twice as Andarel addresses her. “Yes. Rweni, Paladin of Sune.” She speaks with a modulated voice, pleasant on the ears and full of confidence. “Andarel? Pleasure to meet you. I see you already have your drink…” her voice trails as she cranes her neck over her shoulder curious to where her Deep Stout order is.
Returning to Andarel and not to be rude, “Are you here regarding these mysterious rifts as well?”
Rweni holds up the key associated with her seat and motions to the three empty seats. “Looks like we all have our own rooms. You haven’t seen who the other three are, perchance?” She uncrosses her legs and pulls the chair closer to the table, and leans forward, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on the backs of her folded hands. Rweni is glad to finally have a conversation with someone other than herself.
As the conversation begins, a deep stout floats down from the air, landing softly in front of Rweni, shortly before the food does. A rather decent meal, containing bread, meat, cheese, vegetables, and fruit. A glance towards the bar, would reveal a rather meek looking mage carefully moving full dishes around in the air, sending drinks and meals to other tables. As food and drinks begin to arrive at all of the other tables, the noise in the inn begins to pick up.
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
About to speak, Andarel watches the food float down in front of them, and quickly grabs at a wedge of cheese and slice of meat, stuffing a few small chunks into her mouth and quickly swallowing them before she answers, "Aye, rifts. Was about to advise never to wait on bar service for a drink, that trick ain't half bad though. Takes some skill to keep that many things moving all at once, plus I'll bet it stops fight quick if your swinging in mid air."
The goblin stands up on her chair, reaches over towards the bread, tears off a healthy chunk then offers the remainder to Rweni before starting to pull the soft interior out from the crust. "Wasn't sure how many were coming to this... So, paladin eh? How did you get caught up in this shindig then?" She settles back and looks around the room idly watching the way the mage moves everything high enough to avoid people's heads.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Rweni notices how Andarel makes the first grab at food, and quickly at that. She is unsure if Andarel just has a high metabolis, feeling very hungry or if something else has plagued her in the past that has made Andarel feel the need to swipe at food quickly before it is all gone. Rweni chooses an apple and some carrots. Then, she selects a slice of meat and wraps it around some cheese. After she gets her needs filled, Rweni politely pushes the plate of goods closer to Andarel so she does not have to reach over the table.
”My order felt that I ought to represent them in this endeavor. Now, whether that is because they think I have the tools to do so or just that it was my time to serve remains to be seen. Regardless of their reasoning, I answered the call to come here. And you, Andarel? You seem to know this bar. Do you live around here or have you visited this place before?”
Rweni sees that the bar is picking up, yet their table seems noticeably empty. “I am curious to know who our benefactor is. You and I are very punctual or everyone else is fashionably late.”
"Never been here before, city or inn, only arrived a few hour ago. Though taverns are mostly all the same, and I've been in plenty of those. I like busy places." The goblin nods thanks at the plate being moved closer, and grabs some further morsels to tuck into whilst there is no-one else laying claim to them. "Let's hope it is for your skills, certainly makes me feel better that way."
"Indeed, though I have found people in charge don't need to obey the rules they impose on others. A few more faces who can be where they need to be when they need to be there would be welcome..." She continues scanning the crowd, eyeing the possible approach of anyone else towards their cost little table. Her amber eyes flitting around, picking out faces, watching the service of beverages, occassionally flicking to that devil's face. "Why do you follow Sune?"
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Rweni lightly laughs, covering her mouth to stifle it. “Sune? Other than the fact we share similar tastes in red hair…I covet her devotion to be free. I felt that she was strong and independent. I enjoy knowing that a beautiful woman is able to confidently be a Goddess and hold their own, while still being able to love. You know, a strong matron who is also not… who does not accept the inequalities that some men tend to think.”
Rweni abruptly stops herself, feeling a little preachy and not wanting to delve too much into her personal life as they have just met.
The half-elf gives a slight salute with two fingers off her eyebrow to the Dragonborn. In attempt to quickly divert the conversation she offers an open hand to one of the empty seats.
”Welcome. My name is Rweni Aryun. What is your name, friend?”
Yes…Soloth, is it? Yes, I am a guardian of Sune’s temples and clerics.” Rweni fixes a another cheese wrapped in meat morsel and places it into her mouth. She washes it down with her stout and looks at Soloth.
”I can hold my own. I am certainly not going to fail if I can help it. I will give it my all if that is what you’re concerned about. I will make clear that I was not summoned. The high cleric at my temple sent me. I am here to serve Sune and provide aid to the party to solve this rift mystery.”
Rweni looks at the last two, empty chairs and diverts her attention back to Soloth and Anderal. “What talents or skills do you both bring, my friends?”
Finishing their conversation, Andarel acknowledges Rweni's appreciation of her deity, "Always good to have common ground with your heroes. Reckon most gods are pretty confident, man or woman."
The dragon-born catches Andarel's eye as they approach and stays quiet as Rweni introduces herself. As Solus directs the enquiry towards her, Andarel politely replies, "Silly to carry them just for show. So, why do you go by two names? One not enough?"
"Been called quick with these blades by more than one fool, not half bad at running away when I ain't quick enough too!" She laughs at her own joke for a moment, then composes herself and adds, "Few other tricks up my sleeves for when that happens."
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Rweni permits a thinly veiled smile to paint her lips; however, she professionally subdues a snicker and instead gently corrects the goblin woman. “Now, now, Andarel. It very well could be that Soloth’s other name, ‘the tracker’, is a title bestowed upon by his elders.”
She takes another draught of stout from her mug and places it gently onto the table. “I also have two names. My surname is Aryun. In the common tongue, it means Autumnblood; however, the literal translation from High Elvish is ‘Blood Harvest.’ You can see why I prefer to use my Elvish last name. It has a less threatening or intimidating feel to it.”
Rweni pushes her chair back and stands up. “I must apologize. I need to take this thing off. It becomes quite cumbersome and uncomfortable after awhile. Plus, I presume we are staying the evening here, hence these keys. I will return shortly and in more comfortable attire.”
She picks up the key, her shield and pack and heads upstairs to find her room. She is gone no more than 15 minutes before she returns without her weapons and armor. She is still wearing the brown breeches, laced up the side, knee high black boots that fold out and over. A red blouse with white trim adorns her top. A brooch is pinned on her blouse on the left side, a symbol of Sune. Finally, Rweni has let her hair down. A cascade of bright red hair with copper highlights flow over her shoulder just barely above her shoulder blades. She stops by the bar for some elven wine and brings the glass to the table and takes her original seat. “So much better.”
Just before Rweni's return, another meal floated down, landing right in front of Soloth.
"Excuse me," A soft voice said to Soloth, it was one of the bar maids in charge of getting people's drink orders, she was small by adult human standards, her blond hair obscuring part of her face. A slight shift, would reveal that she has a scar on her face, and the eye her hair covers appears pale. She is holding a pamphlet like object, that holds a list of drinks. "Is there anything you would like to drink? All meals and drinks bought by adventurers are being paid for by the council of merchants, for the next couple of days. I hope you don't mind that we put in a standard meal order for you" Watching her made it obvious that some of the other adventurers currently in the inn, aren't the friendly kind. Her attractive features make her a target for the drunks in the inn. When Rweni came back down and sat at the table, the young woman relaxed a little bit. She must have felt comfort in the paladin's presence.
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
Sliding in through the inn's doors is a slim wood elf wearing a relatively dark-colored cloak with his hood on. He is mindlessly flipping a dagger in his hand, sometimes spinning it in the air and catching it right back. He is shown to the table and slowly makes his way there while scanning his surroundings.
"Oh, you must be the adventurers," he says with a grin. "You can call me Fen."
He pulls the chair backwards and sits on it, then stabs a piece of ham with his dagger and eats it. Also, seeing the barmaid here, he adds: "I would like an ale, please."