In Wheloon, a city known for its vibrant green slate roofs, a new temple to Mystra is in the final stages of construction. A rare sight in Cormyr, the construction of the new temple is seen as a boon to local leadership and those seeking direction in their faith. But not all celebrate this odd monument to the Mother of All Magic. Word is an itinerant priest of Mystra has his doubts about the temple, its inhabitants and its purpose. Tunaster Dranik has put out a call to "Those of Strong Arm, Keen Mind, and Curiosity" asking them to locate "the man in blue" at the Wyvern Watch Inn in Wheloon before the 23rd sunrise of the month if they wish to hear "a peculiar riddle, and are willing to undertake a commission to discover its answer."
The Wyvern Watch Inn is the biggest and easily the best-looking inn in Wheloon. It is located at the western end of the Wyvern Ferry over the Wyvernflow River. Inside the inn is a familiar scene, tables and booths scattered about, some occupied and some not. A strong smell of roasted meats mixes with that of ale and sweat. This is a working man's inn and is suitably occupied with such people. Behind the bar, a tall thin human male with a shaven head is serving tankards. Two servers flit through the crowd -- a red-haired dwarven lass and a flamboyantly dressed halfling man -- delivering drinks and plates of food. The dwarf turns and nods to you as you enter, motioning with her head to the bar. "Most of the tables be full, my friend,"she offers. "Find ye a spot at the bar and we'll be with you in a sec." And with that, she is off delivering drinks to a table across the room.
Buford enters the tavern, relieved to be done with his shift of standing guard at the Temple. Though, truth be told, he often prefers standing guard than endlessly studying the Weave. He wanders over to the bar and motions to the man behind the bar.
Seeker would enter the Wyvern Inn after walking the city of Wheloon for a bit. Nodding his head to the dwarf, he'd walk over to take a seat at the bar. Across the counter he'd look to the bald human. Once he would see if the man was free after waving for his attention he'd ask him, "Do you know of a Tunaster Drank that lives within this city?" His voice was deep and gruff.
Flaeirn comes in and nods to the waitress before finding one of the town guards on break and sitting down with him before starting to catch up the last few days since they've talked.
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P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
As you all find your respective places in the inn, a white-bearded man wearing a simple blue robe trimmed in white, accented by a cloak of deep blue, enters the inn, hurriedly moving through the crowds to a table in the back. The man looks about nervously, relaxing only slightly when the halfling brings him a goblet of wine.
If Seeker would notice this gentleman as well as a priest of Mystra. He'd smile and pardon himself from the bar and approach the man. "Excuse me." He'd stand at the other end of the table. "Do you happen to know of someone known as Tunaster Drank?" He'd ask, hands in his pockets looking fairly lax
Perhaps not recognizing him as a priest of Mystra, he does match the description of "a man in blue." Seeker approaches. Startled, the man looks up nervously, spilling a bit of wine from his goblet. "Who's asking,"he says quickly and quietly, inspecting Seeker Atoll suspiciously while keeping his free hand beneath the table.
Would Flaeirn notice his fidgetyness and keeping a hand under a table? If so he’ll focus a little bit more on the figure in the back, his freehand glowing a bit with a spell in case the individual attacks someone
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P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
Seeker would chuckle a bit of the man spilling a bit of his wine upon sight. "A friend." He'd start as he takes a seat across from him, keeping his hands away from his body body upon the table. "I am known as Seeker Atoll, a specialist in the unknown and dangerous. I was sent here by a colleague of yours on the matters of the opening of a temple."
The man takes a long drink from his goblet before he places it back on the table slowly. "It's Dranik, not Drank. Tunaster Dranik,"he says, offering a half-hearted smile. "Though, with events of late, 'Drank' may be more appropriate."He looks about the room anxiously. "Are you alone?"He sighs. "I thought there'd be more. There needs to be more."
Kelmaer notes the Mystran Priest's entrance and sees the others begin to filter towards the man in blue, and his nervous demeanor. He collects his pack (and bat) and makes his way to the table. He attempts a disarming smile, though he is not good with social niceties.
"I am also here to help the cause of the Mother. Kelmaer at your service."
“Me too mate, just was making sure ya didn’t shoot that Atoll fella.” Flaeirn says, wiping his hands as a bit of smoke dissipates off them and says a quick goodbye to the guardsman he was with. “Flaeirn, nice ta meetcha” Flaeirn says as he walks over to the table.
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P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
Tunaster looks about, a bit overwhelmed as the group descends upon him. His demeanor, though, eventually calms. He lets out a long sigh. "Thank the Mother, I was beginning to think none would answer my call." He summons the server, ordering the group a round of drinks. Leaning in closer to speak to you all, he says, "First, a little about myself. I wander, as many Mystran clergy do, seeking sources of old magic. I’ve been in tombs, dangerous ruins—I’ve even skirted the lair of a foul lich. But none of these holds a candle to the sight I saw a tenday past—a newly built temple of Mystra, here in Wheloon."
He pauses to look about as if he fears others may be listening. In a hushed voice he continues, "Seems normal enough, eh? But there are no other temples of Mystra in Cormyr. This is big news! I’m a long-time cleric of the church. I’m in yearly contact with the organization. How is it I didn’t know I’d find a temple of Mystra here? Why don’t I, a cleric in good standing, know more of this ‘Lady Arthas’ who supposedly ordered the temple’s construction, and sited it on the ruins of the old citadel?”
He pauses for another drink.
“Astonished, I immediately entered the temple, looking for answers. I made it to the outer courtyard, but was rebuffed from entering the inner areas; I was told to wait for Lady Arthas. After an hour’s wait, a man appeared, someone named Fembrys, and asked me to accompany him back to the middle courtyard. He wore the garb of a Mystran cleric, as I do, but something about him wasn’t right. I can’t explain it to you, but something made me . . . run.”
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In Wheloon, a city known for its vibrant green slate roofs, a new temple to Mystra is in the final stages of construction. A rare sight in Cormyr, the construction of the new temple is seen as a boon to local leadership and those seeking direction in their faith. But not all celebrate this odd monument to the Mother of All Magic. Word is an itinerant priest of Mystra has his doubts about the temple, its inhabitants and its purpose. Tunaster Dranik has put out a call to "Those of Strong Arm, Keen Mind, and Curiosity" asking them to locate "the man in blue" at the Wyvern Watch Inn in Wheloon before the 23rd sunrise of the month if they wish to hear "a peculiar riddle, and are willing to undertake a commission to discover its answer."
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The Wyvern Watch Inn is the biggest and easily the best-looking inn in Wheloon. It is located at the western end of the Wyvern Ferry over the Wyvernflow River. Inside the inn is a familiar scene, tables and booths scattered about, some occupied and some not. A strong smell of roasted meats mixes with that of ale and sweat. This is a working man's inn and is suitably occupied with such people. Behind the bar, a tall thin human male with a shaven head is serving tankards. Two servers flit through the crowd -- a red-haired dwarven lass and a flamboyantly dressed halfling man -- delivering drinks and plates of food. The dwarf turns and nods to you as you enter, motioning with her head to the bar. "Most of the tables be full, my friend," she offers. "Find ye a spot at the bar and we'll be with you in a sec." And with that, she is off delivering drinks to a table across the room.
Colleen confidently enters the inn and finds a spot at the bar that gives her a view of the door, then waits to place an order while looking for blue.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Buford enters the tavern, relieved to be done with his shift of standing guard at the Temple. Though, truth be told, he often prefers standing guard than endlessly studying the Weave. He wanders over to the bar and motions to the man behind the bar.
Seeker would enter the Wyvern Inn after walking the city of Wheloon for a bit. Nodding his head to the dwarf, he'd walk over to take a seat at the bar. Across the counter he'd look to the bald human. Once he would see if the man was free after waving for his attention he'd ask him, "Do you know of a Tunaster Drank that lives within this city?" His voice was deep and gruff.
Flaeirn comes in and nods to the waitress before finding one of the town guards on break and sitting down with him before starting to catch up the last few days since they've talked.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
DM:
Kythaela enters the inn, sitting down in a corner.
As you all find your respective places in the inn, a white-bearded man wearing a simple blue robe trimmed in white, accented by a cloak of deep blue, enters the inn, hurriedly moving through the crowds to a table in the back. The man looks about nervously, relaxing only slightly when the halfling brings him a goblet of wine.
Does Buford recognize the man's vestments?
Yes, Buford would recognize the vestments to be those of a priest of Mystra.
If Seeker would notice this gentleman as well as a priest of Mystra. He'd smile and pardon himself from the bar and approach the man. "Excuse me." He'd stand at the other end of the table. "Do you happen to know of someone known as Tunaster Drank?" He'd ask, hands in his pockets looking fairly lax
Perhaps not recognizing him as a priest of Mystra, he does match the description of "a man in blue." Seeker approaches. Startled, the man looks up nervously, spilling a bit of wine from his goblet. "Who's asking," he says quickly and quietly, inspecting Seeker Atoll suspiciously while keeping his free hand beneath the table.
Would Flaeirn notice his fidgetyness and keeping a hand under a table? If so he’ll focus a little bit more on the figure in the back, his freehand glowing a bit with a spell in case the individual attacks someone
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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Flaeirn or anyone watching the interaction would note the man's fidgetyness. He's visibly nervous.
Seeker would chuckle a bit of the man spilling a bit of his wine upon sight. "A friend." He'd start as he takes a seat across from him, keeping his hands away from his body body upon the table. "I am known as Seeker Atoll, a specialist in the unknown and dangerous. I was sent here by a colleague of yours on the matters of the opening of a temple."
The man takes a long drink from his goblet before he places it back on the table slowly. "It's Dranik, not Drank. Tunaster Dranik," he says, offering a half-hearted smile. "Though, with events of late, 'Drank' may be more appropriate." He looks about the room anxiously. "Are you alone?" He sighs. "I thought there'd be more. There needs to be more."
Overhearing the conversation, Colleen having kept an eye out for the man in blue, heads over.
"Tunaster Dranik? I'm Colleen of Candlekeep, I received your summons."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Kelmaer notes the Mystran Priest's entrance and sees the others begin to filter towards the man in blue, and his nervous demeanor. He collects his pack (and bat) and makes his way to the table. He attempts a disarming smile, though he is not good with social niceties.
"I am also here to help the cause of the Mother. Kelmaer at your service."
“Me too mate, just was making sure ya didn’t shoot that Atoll fella.” Flaeirn says, wiping his hands as a bit of smoke dissipates off them and says a quick goodbye to the guardsman he was with. “Flaeirn, nice ta meetcha” Flaeirn says as he walks over to the table.
P: The Traveling Ward: Natural Napalm Enthusiast. (AURYN: The Hunt For The Last Unicorn.)
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Tunaster looks about, a bit overwhelmed as the group descends upon him. His demeanor, though, eventually calms. He lets out a long sigh. "Thank the Mother, I was beginning to think none would answer my call." He summons the server, ordering the group a round of drinks. Leaning in closer to speak to you all, he says, "First, a little about myself. I wander, as many Mystran clergy do, seeking sources of old magic. I’ve been in tombs, dangerous ruins—I’ve even skirted the lair of a foul lich. But none of these holds a candle to the sight I saw a tenday past—a newly built temple of Mystra, here in Wheloon."
He pauses to look about as if he fears others may be listening. In a hushed voice he continues, "Seems normal enough, eh? But there are no other temples of Mystra in Cormyr. This is big news! I’m a long-time cleric of the church. I’m in yearly contact with the organization. How is it I didn’t know I’d find a temple of Mystra here? Why don’t I, a cleric in good standing, know more of this ‘Lady Arthas’ who supposedly ordered the temple’s construction, and sited it on the ruins of the old citadel?”
He pauses for another drink.
“Astonished, I immediately entered the temple, looking for answers. I made it to the outer courtyard, but was rebuffed from entering the inner areas; I was told to wait for Lady Arthas. After an hour’s wait, a man appeared, someone named Fembrys, and asked me to accompany him back to the middle courtyard. He wore the garb of a Mystran cleric, as I do, but something about him wasn’t right. I can’t explain it to you, but something made me . . . run.”