You get some grumbles about “the price being too high,” or other assorted reasons, but get around ten people offering you gold for the lessons.
OOC: if you haven’t, add the third gold to your character sheet. If you want to role play the lessons, Redboi, then tell me, and I will make a thread for downtime activities, where that can be included.
As he sees Bjorn walking towards him, Calamor breaks into a grin. “I knew you would be the right people for the job! Ay! Rest of you lot! Come on over here, got something to ask of you!”
Calamor’s timely intervention yielded much more than a halfling could have ever hoped for. The coin purse dropped into the palm of his hand and all Falser could do was stare in surprise for several seconds. The halfling had a earned a nickname among the underworld of Luskan, Quickfingers, and it was for good reason. He stole. He pilfered. He looted. Falser Copperkettle was the epitome of the the word criminal. In fact, the very last time he had just been given a sum of honest money he had been only ten years old. Of course, Luskan being the city it was, a drunkard promptly kicked the child’s teeth in and left with his treasures. “Now you and I both know it wouldn’t be gambling if losing meant nothing.” Falser replaced his surprised expression with a genuine smirk as the barkeep walked away. “Thank you.” He whispered low enough that it was barely audible and tied the purse to his belt.
“DRINK YOU FILTHY SCOUNDRELS!” The rogue yelled to the crowd and drained the last of his tankard for good measure before following Calamor. A job? Now that was something that Falser was interested in hearing about. It would be rude not to after such generosity. He tossed five gold coins onto the bar’s rough wooden surface and plopped himself back onto a stool. “How’s about a round for everyone and that means you too, Calamor.” He drummed his fingers against the bar enthusiastically and waited for everyone to assemble.
Aura sees Calamor beckoning to other patrons, and turns to the small man beside her. "This looks exciting! Let's tag along." She proceeds to walk towards the grinning barkeeper, a matching smile painted on her face.
Calamor grins even wider when the whole group assembles in front of him. He eyes the five gold Falser threw down on the counter, and coughs.
“Ahem, yes. Falser, I assume, from the chanting? The reason I’ve called you here is because there is actually a mead shortage in the great town of good mead. We only have two barrels left, and one is almost empty! I was wondering if you, as you seem the heroic, adventurous type, would like to get to the bottom of why our shipments of mead have stopped arriving.”
He looks at each of you in turn. “There have been a few sightings of a tall, long limbed creature stopping the carts, and taking the mead into the forest nearby, but that’s all the information we have.” He looks straight into Falsers eyes. “This will most likely be the most dangerous thing you will have ever done, and your life will be in jeopardy many times.”
He then breaks the mood by breaking into another charming smile. “So! Whose up for a quest?”
Falser stared at the gold pieces he had tossed only moments ago longingly as Calamor explained his plight. A mead shortage? In a town literally called ‘Good Mead’? He couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “One, if not all, of the gods have it out for me. If this isn’t proof I don’t know what is.” Maybe the others beside him seemed heroic but there was no way the barkeep actually looked at him that way. Falser entire disposition screamed untrustworthy, not gallant or selfless.
But this was mead they were talking about.
Danger was literally around every corner of Falser’s life, the varying amounts never really mattered or affected his decisions. Some called that irresponsible, the halfling called it determination. “First question.” The tiny thief held up one finger, “Should we accept, what exactly is in it for us?” It was a crude question but it needed to be asked. “Second question,” The second finger comes up, “Can I please be here when you tell that horde of drunks behind us that their precious mead is fixing to run dry?” Falser belted out a loud laugh. No one would believe him when he told this story. The young rogue nodded at his fellow halfling’s inquires. There would be many questions to answer before this unlikely group went galavanting off into the snow storm of the century.
Calamor listens to you questions intently, then tries to answer them to the best of his abilities.
“Well,” he says, turning to xantzu, we did acually attempt to catch the creature, many days ago. Sent five of our best men into those woods, and they’ve still not come out. Best we can guess is they’ve been killed, or succumbed to the cold. We’ve been having shipments of mead stolen since nigh on five moons ago, far too long for our stocks to have lasted, but here we are, somehow still with mead. As far as we can tell, there is no motive behind the attacks. They happen sporadically, in seeming random places along the trail. Sometimes the casks and barrels are smashed open, but nothing taken. Other tie,s a cask or barrel is missing, and everything else smashed.”
He turns to Falser. “To answer your first question, Falser, we are a poor town compared to Bryn shader and easthaven. If you want monetary rewards, I would go there. What we do have to offer though,” he starts again quickly after noticing he is losing you, “is a ten day of free mead, all you can drink, and free lodging in good mead. To the second question, I don’t intend on telling the populace about the problem, though many have already figured it out, or have a rough idea of what has been happening.” He looks at you again, and silently, Falser feels that he is saying, this is a chance for change. To erase everything you’ve done in your past, and start again, doing good.
Aura’s features light up at the mention of a quest. This was what she had been searching for! A quest just like in the storybooks she read as a tiny child. Who would have though she’d find one in Good Mead of all places? She looked around at the faces of those whom Calamor had called over, her eyes shining with obvious excitement at the prospect of this journey, an eager smile on her lips. She observed each of their faces and listened intently to their questions, silently hoping they would agree to this task. She seemed to disregard the mentioned danger, confident that as a group they could overcome it. However, despite being naive and carefree, the genasi was not stupid. She knew better than to go adventuring through the cruel and unforgiving winter of Icewind Dale alone. She would only agree to this quest if the others did too.
Bjorn thinks briefly about what the conversation he heard, then calmly exclaims "Sounds like a Bug Bear to me. They tend to ambush travelers and caravans. The only other option I can think of is really frightening... Ice Troll." He cuts a slice of his cheese and a tears a hunk of bread off his small loaf to gnaw on while he considers the others who listening to Calamor and Falser. "
"I'm guessing that there have been no survivors of the actual attacks, just the witnesses from a far?"
Calamor answers Bjorn. “There have been survivors, caravan guards who escorted it, but all of them have been unable to talk since the incident, to terrified to leave the house. The ones we have information from are, yes, bystanders from afar. I’m sure you folk, of hardened steel will, will easily overcome the challenge though!”
Calamor seems to desperately hope you accept his mission, without showing it much.
"I, a humble priest of Oghma, offer my services to this endeavor." Bjorn looks about at the others and says, "Are the rest of you willing to help this man with his troubles?"
This man had a way with words. Was Calamor really a barkeep? No one had ever made Falser feel bad about asking what exactly he would get out of doing something for someone other than himself, but here he was. The halfling shook his head slowly and gave a loud sigh. “No, no. What you offer is worthy enough but only if you promise to share a few with whoever agrees to go on this monster hunt.” If that’s what it really was. This very well could have been a band of bandits who were really proficient at covering their tracks and somehow staying warm in this frigid climate.
The human’s explanation made a lot of sense. Bugbears? Vicious but nothing most seasoned adventurers hadn’t ran into on more than one occasion. A ice troll though? That was a completely different story and a deadly one at that. If wasn’t the way Calamor looked at the little thief it was the genasi’s obvious excitement at a possible adventure. “Very well, Calamor. I don’t know about the others but I don’t see any reason why I should refuse.” Maybe helping others would be a nice change of pace. Falser doubted it but there was always the possibility. He glanced at the human’s plate of cheese and bread. Dying hungry didn’t sound all that fun. “Well whoever accepts should share a meal with me. Better to freeze to death with a full stomach.”
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You get some grumbles about “the price being too high,” or other assorted reasons, but get around ten people offering you gold for the lessons.
OOC: if you haven’t, add the third gold to your character sheet. If you want to role play the lessons, Redboi, then tell me, and I will make a thread for downtime activities, where that can be included.
Like being a player, love dming.
I AM YOUR DM! BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GODS! XD
"Interesting", Bjorn thinks to himself. "The Barkeep apparently has a job he needs done." He awaits Calamor's upcoming comments with anticipation.
Cats go Moo!
As he sees Bjorn walking towards him, Calamor breaks into a grin. “I knew you would be the right people for the job! Ay! Rest of you lot! Come on over here, got something to ask of you!”
Like being a player, love dming.
I AM YOUR DM! BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GODS! XD
Hey, yeah i would like to roleplay the lessons, just not right now
OOC: K. I’ll set up another thread. It doesn’t have to be rn. Are you going over to Calamor?
Like being a player, love dming.
I AM YOUR DM! BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GODS! XD
Calamor’s timely intervention yielded much more than a halfling could have ever hoped for. The coin purse dropped into the palm of his hand and all Falser could do was stare in surprise for several seconds. The halfling had a earned a nickname among the underworld of Luskan, Quickfingers, and it was for good reason. He stole. He pilfered. He looted. Falser Copperkettle was the epitome of the the word criminal. In fact, the very last time he had just been given a sum of honest money he had been only ten years old. Of course, Luskan being the city it was, a drunkard promptly kicked the child’s teeth in and left with his treasures. “Now you and I both know it wouldn’t be gambling if losing meant nothing.” Falser replaced his surprised expression with a genuine smirk as the barkeep walked away. “Thank you.” He whispered low enough that it was barely audible and tied the purse to his belt.
“DRINK YOU FILTHY SCOUNDRELS!” The rogue yelled to the crowd and drained the last of his tankard for good measure before following Calamor. A job? Now that was something that Falser was interested in hearing about. It would be rude not to after such generosity. He tossed five gold coins onto the bar’s rough wooden surface and plopped himself back onto a stool. “How’s about a round for everyone and that means you too, Calamor.” He drummed his fingers against the bar enthusiastically and waited for everyone to assemble.
Aura sees Calamor beckoning to other patrons, and turns to the small man beside her. "This looks exciting! Let's tag along." She proceeds to walk towards the grinning barkeeper, a matching smile painted on her face.
Anyway,
After the half-elf was done teaching a bunch non-intellectuals how to play chess, she hurried to the group and asked about what it was
Calamor grins even wider when the whole group assembles in front of him. He eyes the five gold Falser threw down on the counter, and coughs.
“Ahem, yes. Falser, I assume, from the chanting? The reason I’ve called you here is because there is actually a mead shortage in the great town of good mead. We only have two barrels left, and one is almost empty! I was wondering if you, as you seem the heroic, adventurous type, would like to get to the bottom of why our shipments of mead have stopped arriving.”
He looks at each of you in turn. “There have been a few sightings of a tall, long limbed creature stopping the carts, and taking the mead into the forest nearby, but that’s all the information we have.” He looks straight into Falsers eyes. “This will most likely be the most dangerous thing you will have ever done, and your life will be in jeopardy many times.”
He then breaks the mood by breaking into another charming smile. “So! Whose up for a quest?”
Like being a player, love dming.
I AM YOUR DM! BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GODS! XD
Falser stared at the gold pieces he had tossed only moments ago longingly as Calamor explained his plight. A mead shortage? In a town literally called ‘Good Mead’? He couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. “One, if not all, of the gods have it out for me. If this isn’t proof I don’t know what is.” Maybe the others beside him seemed heroic but there was no way the barkeep actually looked at him that way. Falser entire disposition screamed untrustworthy, not gallant or selfless.
But this was mead they were talking about.
Danger was literally around every corner of Falser’s life, the varying amounts never really mattered or affected his decisions. Some called that irresponsible, the halfling called it determination. “First question.” The tiny thief held up one finger, “Should we accept, what exactly is in it for us?” It was a crude question but it needed to be asked. “Second question,” The second finger comes up, “Can I please be here when you tell that horde of drunks behind us that their precious mead is fixing to run dry?” Falser belted out a loud laugh. No one would believe him when he told this story. The young rogue nodded at his fellow halfling’s inquires. There would be many questions to answer before this unlikely group went galavanting off into the snow storm of the century.
Calamor listens to you questions intently, then tries to answer them to the best of his abilities.
“Well,” he says, turning to xantzu, we did acually attempt to catch the creature, many days ago. Sent five of our best men into those woods, and they’ve still not come out. Best we can guess is they’ve been killed, or succumbed to the cold. We’ve been having shipments of mead stolen since nigh on five moons ago, far too long for our stocks to have lasted, but here we are, somehow still with mead. As far as we can tell, there is no motive behind the attacks. They happen sporadically, in seeming random places along the trail. Sometimes the casks and barrels are smashed open, but nothing taken. Other tie,s a cask or barrel is missing, and everything else smashed.”
He turns to Falser. “To answer your first question, Falser, we are a poor town compared to Bryn shader and easthaven. If you want monetary rewards, I would go there. What we do have to offer though,” he starts again quickly after noticing he is losing you, “is a ten day of free mead, all you can drink, and free lodging in good mead. To the second question, I don’t intend on telling the populace about the problem, though many have already figured it out, or have a rough idea of what has been happening.” He looks at you again, and silently, Falser feels that he is saying, this is a chance for change. To erase everything you’ve done in your past, and start again, doing good.
Like being a player, love dming.
I AM YOUR DM! BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GODS! XD
Aura’s features light up at the mention of a quest. This was what she had been searching for! A quest just like in the storybooks she read as a tiny child. Who would have though she’d find one in Good Mead of all places?
She looked around at the faces of those whom Calamor had called over, her eyes shining with obvious excitement at the prospect of this journey, an eager smile on her lips.
She observed each of their faces and listened intently to their questions, silently hoping they would agree to this task. She seemed to disregard the mentioned danger, confident that as a group they could overcome it. However, despite being naive and carefree, the genasi was not stupid. She knew better than to go adventuring through the cruel and unforgiving winter of Icewind Dale alone. She would only agree to this quest if the others did too.
Bjorn thinks briefly about what the conversation he heard, then calmly exclaims "Sounds like a Bug Bear to me. They tend to ambush travelers and caravans. The only other option I can think of is really frightening... Ice Troll." He cuts a slice of his cheese and a tears a hunk of bread off his small loaf to gnaw on while he considers the others who listening to Calamor and Falser. "
"I'm guessing that there have been no survivors of the actual attacks, just the witnesses from a far?"
Cats go Moo!
Calamor answers Bjorn. “There have been survivors, caravan guards who escorted it, but all of them have been unable to talk since the incident, to terrified to leave the house. The ones we have information from are, yes, bystanders from afar. I’m sure you folk, of hardened steel will, will easily overcome the challenge though!”
Calamor seems to desperately hope you accept his mission, without showing it much.
Like being a player, love dming.
I AM YOUR DM! BOW DOWN BEFORE THE GODS! XD
"I, a humble priest of Oghma, offer my services to this endeavor." Bjorn looks about at the others and says, "Are the rest of you willing to help this man with his troubles?"
Cats go Moo!
“I would love to, if these nice folk join us.” Aura gazes at the other members of the group imploringly. “So? What do you say to a little adventure?”
This man had a way with words. Was Calamor really a barkeep? No one had ever made Falser feel bad about asking what exactly he would get out of doing something for someone other than himself, but here he was. The halfling shook his head slowly and gave a loud sigh. “No, no. What you offer is worthy enough but only if you promise to share a few with whoever agrees to go on this monster hunt.” If that’s what it really was. This very well could have been a band of bandits who were really proficient at covering their tracks and somehow staying warm in this frigid climate.
The human’s explanation made a lot of sense. Bugbears? Vicious but nothing most seasoned adventurers hadn’t ran into on more than one occasion. A ice troll though? That was a completely different story and a deadly one at that. If wasn’t the way Calamor looked at the little thief it was the genasi’s obvious excitement at a possible adventure. “Very well, Calamor. I don’t know about the others but I don’t see any reason why I should refuse.” Maybe helping others would be a nice change of pace. Falser doubted it but there was always the possibility. He glanced at the human’s plate of cheese and bread. Dying hungry didn’t sound all that fun. “Well whoever accepts should share a meal with me. Better to freeze to death with a full stomach.”