Something mysterious is happening at Carnath Roadhouse. You have been hired by a group of merchants to accompany a caravan from Waterdeep to insure their goods make it to Neverwinter.
The year is 1492 Dale Reckoning. You find yourself near the Mere of Dead Men on the High Road between Waterdeep and Neverwinter, one day north of Thornhold. A caravan of six wagons has pulled into Carnath Roadhouse and is unloading supplies for the road construction efforts and other things.
Travelling with a caravan from Waterdeep, you arrive at Carnath Roadhouse. Upstairs is the kitchen of Gristle Pete which serves as a common room where you can eat and rest after a long ride. Downstairs in the courtyard, a couple of the caravan wagons are being unloaded by the half-orc superintendent Bog Luck and three of his young assistants. Most of the goods are put in the warehouse, but some go into a strong room to which only Bog Luck has the key.
You finally arrive at Carnath Roadhouse. You are greeted by the half-orc Bog Luck, his assistant Wump, and three stable boys. The cook Gristle Pete is upstairs from the warehouse preparing something delicious which you can smell on the wind.
Valek nods in greeting to Bog and Wump, as he knocks off the dust of the road. Feeling hungry, the smell of cooking wafting in the air is especially enticing. Following his nose, he heads up the stairs. Entering the common room above, he takes a moment to look about in order to gauge the environment, including who else is here. After a few moments, Valek heads to over to whom he believes is the proprietor. “Good day. Whatever you are preparing smells delicious. May I have some, please? As well as some ale.” Valek removes his gauntlets, as he finds a table and takes a seat.
(To those taking notice, a silver-haired human with light, silver-grey eyes steps through the doorway of the common room with an ease and quietness contradicting his frame. His tall (6’5”) intimidating physique and dense musculature obvious even under his dark grey and brushed silver armor. Although not entirely bereft of color, Varek’s armor leans towards dusky and conducive to shadow. On his back is a crossbow. Secured firmly to his belt is a large dagger and, to his waist, a great mace. Strapped prominently to his left arm is a large round shield embossed up with a dark crescent moon. Like his garb, his weapons appear darkened, as if purposely blunted from light and reflection. When Valek speaks, it’s is genuine, with quiet confidence and casual authority. All of which are aspects of his true nature.)
Gristle Pete dishes out a bowl of stew for Valek then goes to fill a mug with ale from a nearby cask. He takes it to the dark grey man and sets the bowl and mug on the table.
As Finn walks towards the warehouse he gives a "Hi" and a "Hey ya" to Bog, Wump and the others working that day. He goes on in and as his eyes adjust to the lower light in the room he looks about for familiar faces. Smelling the aroma of Pete's cooking he heads up the rickety stairs to the office. He looks about and sees Valek and Pete. "Morning Pete. Got any extra for a half-pint like me?" he says with a boyish smile.
He grabs a plate and fork and sits down next to Valek. "Morning Valek. How was your day off? Did you get over to see that pretty thing?"
Finn is a tanned blond haired blue eyed halfling looking much like a surf dude. He wears no armor and has a short sword nd staff across his back. He is lean and muscular. His personality is to joke around. Everyone kids him he should have been a bard but for the fact he couldn't carry a tune even if it had handles. He's well known to have wandered near and far and has been in this town for 6 months, a long time for him. When asked he'll say "I like this place. It feels right." He's also the kind of person you want if you're in a fight as his monastery training has taught him fire bolts of energy from his hands. He's also fast.
Erephema walks lightly into the warehouse smiling brightly to Bod and Wump and stops for a minute to ask the stable boys how they are doing this morning. Their mood instantly perks up and they stop what they are doing and offer their greetings. She wanders upstairs, asks Pete for some stew and water and sits quietly in the corner studying a prayer book humming a light tune to herself.
(Erephema is a slight young halfling with tan skin, sandy shoulder length hair and an easy smile. Her kind reddish brown eyes wander around the room, never really focusing on anything in particular. She wears a dark maroon tattered robe over similarly colored leather armor. She keeps to herself and very little is known about her. She is very quiet, easily blending into the background and is easily underestimated).
Valek picks up his ale as he looks at the halfing monk. “Morning, Finn.”, he says with a smile. “Pretty thing?”, he asks before taking a sip from his mug. Setting down his drink, his eyes momentarily, glance over to the door when the second halfling walks in.
An unusually tall figure clad in an ample dark robe strides towards the kitchen which serves as the common room of the 'Carnath Roadhouse'. The robe resembles the scholarly attire of a wizard that hugs her feminine figure perfectly while providing her with comfort and freedom of movement. She's wearing a mask that covers the lower part of face when the hood of the robe covers her head as if it's been protecting her from the direct exposure to sunlight. Everytime she steps forward, everyone can hear the sharp noise of glass vials brushing against each other and indeed, the elven woman carries a set of Herbalism Kit with her.
She silently moves beside the cook who's currently busy with their chores and attempts to sniff at the smell of the food. She speaks cautiously to the cook:
"Are you boiling the water at a high temperature before adding raw meats and vegetables?"
A tiny inchling, seen by the chef climbs up to the tabletop and gets a small bowl of stew. An energetic, charismatic personality for his small body. He seems to be swinging his hand axe around, but no one seems to notice, because he is so small. As the morning sun shone on the roadhouse, he watched the conversation going around.
"Of course, milady," Gristle Pete replies to Kalisia. "I keep the fires burning as hot as possible in this wretched place. Wouldn't want to accidently poison anyone now, would we?" he says with a yawn. He gives the stew a stir then serves up bowls for all the newcomers.
Kalisia examines the expression of the cook with a raised eyebrow when he mentions the possibility of accidental food poisoning. But, she notices the presence of her inchling companion and starts admiring the way he swings his axe... her eyelids drooping and the crimson glow of her iris reduced to a lovely timid red.
"Thank you, Gristle Pete. I don't think you'll be careless enough to serve half-processed food to harmless visitors"- she expresses gratitude while accepting the bowl of steamy stew and joins the party at the table. She stares at the bowl and with quick succession removes her mask to reveal the elven features with beautiful charcoal-dark skin and wisps of white hair.
Valek slowly shakes his head back and forth, as he picks up his spoon and pulls his bowl of stew just a bit closer. Looking up at Finn, he replies, “No. I’ve heard nothing, as of yet”, before digging into his meal.
"They'll probably leave first thing in the morning," Gristle Pete yawns as he sets down another bowl and sits with the party. "Don't mind if I join you folks for a bit? The rest of the caravan guards and stableboys are still downstairs unloading and putting the horses in their stalls for the night."
"Eh! Them damned swamp rats again. They've infested the warehouse," Pete complains. "Keep me up all night," he yawns, "every night. Wish Bog Luck would send Wump or one of the stableboys to kill 'em for me. Don't know what they're into. Seems like they spend a lot of time scurrying around in the strong room, though." He eats a spoonful of stew, wipes his mouth on his sleeve, then continues. "Bog Luck's the only one with the key. Other than that, ain't much going on around here. What's the news from Waterdeep?"
"Pete, how long have you been dealing with the swamp rats? Anything special about them or are they your garden variety swamp rat? I wonder if we can lure them out back into their natural habitat?"
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Something mysterious is happening at Carnath Roadhouse. You have been hired by a group of merchants to accompany a caravan from Waterdeep to insure their goods make it to Neverwinter.
The year is 1492 Dale Reckoning. You find yourself near the Mere of Dead Men on the High Road between Waterdeep and Neverwinter, one day north of Thornhold. A caravan of six wagons has pulled into Carnath Roadhouse and is unloading supplies for the road construction efforts and other things.
Travelling with a caravan from Waterdeep, you arrive at Carnath Roadhouse. Upstairs is the kitchen of Gristle Pete which serves as a common room where you can eat and rest after a long ride. Downstairs in the courtyard, a couple of the caravan wagons are being unloaded by the half-orc superintendent Bog Luck and three of his young assistants. Most of the goods are put in the warehouse, but some go into a strong room to which only Bog Luck has the key.
You finally arrive at Carnath Roadhouse. You are greeted by the half-orc Bog Luck, his assistant Wump, and three stable boys. The cook Gristle Pete is upstairs from the warehouse preparing something delicious which you can smell on the wind.
Valek nods in greeting to Bog and Wump, as he knocks off the dust of the road. Feeling hungry, the smell of cooking wafting in the air is especially enticing. Following his nose, he heads up the stairs. Entering the common room above, he takes a moment to look about in order to gauge the environment, including who else is here. After a few moments, Valek heads to over to whom he believes is the proprietor. “Good day. Whatever you are preparing smells delicious. May I have some, please? As well as some ale.” Valek removes his gauntlets, as he finds a table and takes a seat.
(To those taking notice, a silver-haired human with light, silver-grey eyes steps through the doorway of the common room with an ease and quietness contradicting his frame. His tall (6’5”) intimidating physique and dense musculature obvious even under his dark grey and brushed silver armor. Although not entirely bereft of color, Varek’s armor leans towards dusky and conducive to shadow. On his back is a crossbow. Secured firmly to his belt is a large dagger and, to his waist, a great mace. Strapped prominently to his left arm is a large round shield embossed up with a dark crescent moon. Like his garb, his weapons appear darkened, as if purposely blunted from light and reflection. When Valek speaks, it’s is genuine, with quiet confidence and casual authority. All of which are aspects of his true nature.)
Gristle Pete dishes out a bowl of stew for Valek then goes to fill a mug with ale from a nearby cask. He takes it to the dark grey man and sets the bowl and mug on the table.
As Finn walks towards the warehouse he gives a "Hi" and a "Hey ya" to Bog, Wump and the others working that day. He goes on in and as his eyes adjust to the lower light in the room he looks about for familiar faces. Smelling the aroma of Pete's cooking he heads up the rickety stairs to the office. He looks about and sees Valek and Pete. "Morning Pete. Got any extra for a half-pint like me?" he says with a boyish smile.
He grabs a plate and fork and sits down next to Valek. "Morning Valek. How was your day off? Did you get over to see that pretty thing?"
Finn is a tanned blond haired blue eyed halfling looking much like a surf dude. He wears no armor and has a short sword nd staff across his back. He is lean and muscular. His personality is to joke around. Everyone kids him he should have been a bard but for the fact he couldn't carry a tune even if it had handles. He's well known to have wandered near and far and has been in this town for 6 months, a long time for him. When asked he'll say "I like this place. It feels right." He's also the kind of person you want if you're in a fight as his monastery training has taught him fire bolts of energy from his hands. He's also fast.
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Without a word, Gristle Pete goes to fetch a bowl and mug for Finn.
Erephema walks lightly into the warehouse smiling brightly to Bod and Wump and stops for a minute to ask the stable boys how they are doing this morning. Their mood instantly perks up and they stop what they are doing and offer their greetings. She wanders upstairs, asks Pete for some stew and water and sits quietly in the corner studying a prayer book humming a light tune to herself.
(Erephema is a slight young halfling with tan skin, sandy shoulder length hair and an easy smile. Her kind reddish brown eyes wander around the room, never really focusing on anything in particular. She wears a dark maroon tattered robe over similarly colored leather armor. She keeps to herself and very little is known about her. She is very quiet, easily blending into the background and is easily underestimated).
Finn says to Erephema “Hello angel. What’s the good word?”
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Valek picks up his ale as he looks at the halfing monk. “Morning, Finn.”, he says with a smile. “Pretty thing?”, he asks before taking a sip from his mug. Setting down his drink, his eyes momentarily, glance over to the door when the second halfling walks in.
Kalisia Wongbe
An unusually tall figure clad in an ample dark robe strides towards the kitchen which serves as the common room of the 'Carnath Roadhouse'. The robe resembles the scholarly attire of a wizard that hugs her feminine figure perfectly while providing her with comfort and freedom of movement. She's wearing a mask that covers the lower part of face when the hood of the robe covers her head as if it's been protecting her from the direct exposure to sunlight. Everytime she steps forward, everyone can hear the sharp noise of glass vials brushing against each other and indeed, the elven woman carries a set of Herbalism Kit with her.
She silently moves beside the cook who's currently busy with their chores and attempts to sniff at the smell of the food. She speaks cautiously to the cook:
"Are you boiling the water at a high temperature before adding raw meats and vegetables?"
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Smiling cheerfully at Finn "The good word is that the blessed Earthen Mother has provided us with another day to worship her kindness."
Fytos Radiix
A tiny inchling, seen by the chef climbs up to the tabletop and gets a small bowl of stew. An energetic, charismatic personality for his small body. He seems to be swinging his hand axe around, but no one seems to notice, because he is so small. As the morning sun shone on the roadhouse, he watched the conversation going around.
"Of course, milady," Gristle Pete replies to Kalisia. "I keep the fires burning as hot as possible in this wretched place. Wouldn't want to accidently poison anyone now, would we?" he says with a yawn. He gives the stew a stir then serves up bowls for all the newcomers.
Kalisia Wongbe
Kalisia examines the expression of the cook with a raised eyebrow when he mentions the possibility of accidental food poisoning. But, she notices the presence of her inchling companion and starts admiring the way he swings his axe... her eyelids drooping and the crimson glow of her iris reduced to a lovely timid red.
"Thank you, Gristle Pete. I don't think you'll be careless enough to serve half-processed food to harmless visitors"- she expresses gratitude while accepting the bowl of steamy stew and joins the party at the table. She stares at the bowl and with quick succession removes her mask to reveal the elven features with beautiful charcoal-dark skin and wisps of white hair.
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Finn finishes his food and says "Does anyone know when the caravan leaves for Neverwinter?"
D&D since 1984
Valek slowly shakes his head back and forth, as he picks up his spoon and pulls his bowl of stew just a bit closer. Looking up at Finn, he replies, “No. I’ve heard nothing, as of yet”, before digging into his meal.
"They'll probably leave first thing in the morning," Gristle Pete yawns as he sets down another bowl and sits with the party. "Don't mind if I join you folks for a bit? The rest of the caravan guards and stableboys are still downstairs unloading and putting the horses in their stalls for the night."
“Please, join us Pete.” Valek motions to an empty chair. “How have things been going around here? Everything good?”
"Eh! Them damned swamp rats again. They've infested the warehouse," Pete complains. "Keep me up all night," he yawns, "every night. Wish Bog Luck would send Wump or one of the stableboys to kill 'em for me. Don't know what they're into. Seems like they spend a lot of time scurrying around in the strong room, though." He eats a spoonful of stew, wipes his mouth on his sleeve, then continues. "Bog Luck's the only one with the key. Other than that, ain't much going on around here. What's the news from Waterdeep?"
"Pete, how long have you been dealing with the swamp rats? Anything special about them or are they your garden variety swamp rat? I wonder if we can lure them out back into their natural habitat?"