From the bar wagon, a boisterous bald and very rotund man with a bright red walrus mustache yells out, "Hey there! Come on over for a drink. The prices are fair, and I can help point you wherever you may be headed." The man claps once loudly.
"Oh my! There are a lot of you. Diverse and well-armed. You don't much look like trappers. Let me guess, you're all headed for the chance of gold? You don't much look like miners either." The big man jumps and pumps a fist wildly. "Hot damn! You are aren't ya? You are adventurers?"
Not giving anyone a chance to answer, the blob of a man yells back over his shoulder toward the wagon. "Can we get some beer and stew out here? There's a whole mess of 'em hungry and thirsty!"
Out of breath from his rant, he spreads his arms wide and smiles deeply. "I'm Fat Fred! Have a seat, and tell me what you need."
DMN:
I've sent each of you a PM regarding your character sheets.
Let's plan to use that message chain to continue any PMs we share moving forward.
”oh, uh, hi Fred, I am Bruno Baskilla. And yes at least I am, not sure about the rest, looking for adventure. Can I get some more information on your job for us before I decide if I will help or not?”
The amount excitement coming from Fred makes Bruno feel off, he moves his hand to close to his money pouch, which is close to his sword. He takes a step forward however to analyze this oddity of a man.
OOC
warning, my grammar is bad, let me know if anything doesn’t make sense
Boil head straight over to introduce himself to Fred. “ Hello friend, some stew and brew sounds perfect…I bet you see all types of people come through here. That is a fantastic mustache you have there….” He says, with a huge toothy smile. Lucky for Boil, his charm and good demeanor usually help people forget about his disfigured skin issues.
Yoli responds "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, fat Fred. I certainly would appreciate a proper meal. It's been a few days since I've had one. Yes, as you've observed, we are a band of adventurers. Ready for action as it were." He takes a neatly folded kerchief from his pocket, stuffs one end into his collar and asks "Do you see many of our type in these parts?"
IC: Feeling his stomach rumble at the distant, boisterous shouts of "beer" and "stew", Abel turns away from the edge of the clearing where he had been inspecting some undergrowth and walks briskly back toward the bar wagon.
Acher looks to consider the others, then turns back to Fat Fred and nods. "I would wager that most of us are familiar with danger...some stew and beer would be lovely after such a long trip."
Kwami pulls his hood up further shadowing his face. He states simply, "I go where the Morninglord sends me." He does not make any requests for refreshment.
As you chat with Fat Fred, several squat dirt balls start rolling out from behind the bar wagon. They are all small and squat, dressed in filthy rags and furs, covered in unkept wild hair, each having some type of deformity. One has a small twisted arm, one a near backward club foot, some have crossed eyes, one even has an eye that seems to roll around in his head. They all gibbered to each other in some unknown language. In their greasy hands they all carried large mugs of sudsy beer and hot stew. Slapping them down on the various table tops without making too much of a mess, they all beamed visibly with pride at their accomplishments, and then with a large clap from Fat Fred they all skittered back off behind the wagon.
"Gully dwarves!" Fat Fred spread his arms in apology. "They're from another realm you see. Off little buggers, and stinky as all get out, but they are super helpful."
Using his apron and mopping the sweat from his chubby head, Fat Fred laughs aloud. "I'm very glad you're here. You see, we have miners headed up north, and trappers about to head out for the season, but we have a lack of the adventuring type."
Fat Fred slaps a large hand on his belly. "See we got some strange things going on around here, and its making people not want to get started on their trapping and mining. We got weird noises going on out there in the woods, and no one wants to go check it out. I could see myself to paying a bit of gold to get you to go scout the woods for a few days."
"You see I love having the guys around, but they eat and drink a lot, and I'm not stocked for all this. I need them to get to work so I have time to restock."
Boil is delighted by the gully dwarves, and makes some quick sketches and notes while they finish their duties. He listens to Fat Fred as he eagerly begins eating his food, pondering the difficulty of keeping an enterprise such as this stocked so far from a city. “ this stew is delicious…Anyone go missing in the woods? Or is it just noises?”
Abel nods and indicates the woods with his staff, I would gladly join any exploration party heading out into the forest. I'm already intent on seeking others like myself out there, and perhaps they may even be responsible for these noises you've heard. Perhaps the noises are somewhat darker in origin, but at any rate, it's worth investigating...
Yoli tucks into the stew hungrily, listening lazily to Fat Fred, but at the mention of gold, he immediately pricks up his ears, and becomes more attentive. Waiting for his chance to speak, he washes down a mouthful with the ale, and addresses the man thusly:
"I think we might be able to see our way to investigating this, but first things first. How much gold are we exactly talking about here? Furthermore, assuming that we agree to take on this job, I'd like to know if anyone here has personally witnessed these noises? I think it would be wise to know as much as possible about what we'd be getting ourselves into before agreeing to it."
Acher tries not to stare at the strange and pitiful creatures. He eagerly sits down at one of the tables and takes a bowl for himself. As Fat Fred's banter turns into a request, he sets the bowl down and listens intently.
When the host has finished speaking, he reluctantly returns to the meal in front of him. He chews and sips methodically while the others speak up. Eventually he adds "Noises? I've never known trappers to be fearful of noises. Is there no more you can tell us? Has anyone seen anything?"
"Well, when I say noises, I don't mean kittens meowing man!" The fat man laughed loudly.
Conspiratorially, he whispers to the group, "By my reckoning, it’s a banshee." He quickly brought a small medallion that hung around his wide neck to his mustached lips and kissed it. "Every night, when the moon is at its brightest, it starts. It last for hours, and then just gone. Its bone chilling I tell ya."
"As for how much, well I'm not a rich man, but I could see a gold piece each." Fat Fred shrugged. "I just need someone to lay eyes on it so we know what we are dealing with." Waving casually around the camp, "If you manage to clear it out, I'd imagine all these men would be willing to pitch in too, seeing as how they could get to work then."
DMN:
…and then there were 8.
Using the die icon in the chat box, please roll Perception AC 10. If you pass the check, you see that the medallion is a sign of the light domain. If you fail, you just recognize the act as a ward against evil. This is more a practice roll to ensure everyone knows how to use the dice roller.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Quin: 17
I.C.
Always on the look out for anything of possible value, the medallion immediately catches Quin eye. He just barely catches a glimpse of the markings on the face of the medallion. Quin suspicions are quickly confirmed that man is truly a follower of the light domain when he sees Fat Fred kiss the bauble.
DMS:
From the bar wagon, a boisterous bald and very rotund man with a bright red walrus mustache yells out, "Hey there! Come on over for a drink. The prices are fair, and I can help point you wherever you may be headed." The man claps once loudly.
"Oh my! There are a lot of you. Diverse and well-armed. You don't much look like trappers. Let me guess, you're all headed for the chance of gold? You don't much look like miners either." The big man jumps and pumps a fist wildly. "Hot damn! You are aren't ya? You are adventurers?"
Not giving anyone a chance to answer, the blob of a man yells back over his shoulder toward the wagon. "Can we get some beer and stew out here? There's a whole mess of 'em hungry and thirsty!"
Out of breath from his rant, he spreads his arms wide and smiles deeply. "I'm Fat Fred! Have a seat, and tell me what you need."
DMN:
I've sent each of you a PM regarding your character sheets.
Let's plan to use that message chain to continue any PMs we share moving forward.
Dragonborn Monk Bronze Viper
IC
”oh, uh, hi Fred, I am Bruno Baskilla. And yes at least I am, not sure about the rest, looking for adventure. Can I get some more information on your job for us before I decide if I will help or not?”
The amount excitement coming from Fred makes Bruno feel off, he moves his hand to close to his money pouch, which is close to his sword. He takes a step forward however to analyze this oddity of a man.
OOC
warning, my grammar is bad, let me know if anything doesn’t make sense
IC
Boil head straight over to introduce himself to Fred. “ Hello friend, some stew and brew sounds perfect…I bet you see all types of people come through here. That is a fantastic mustache you have there….” He says, with a huge toothy smile. Lucky for Boil, his charm and good demeanor usually help people forget about his disfigured skin issues.
IC
Yoli responds "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, fat Fred. I certainly would appreciate a proper meal. It's been a few days since I've had one. Yes, as you've observed, we are a band of adventurers. Ready for action as it were." He takes a neatly folded kerchief from his pocket, stuffs one end into his collar and asks "Do you see many of our type in these parts?"
Wizard - Yoli Garrick, Wild Beyond the Witchlight
IC: Feeling his stomach rumble at the distant, boisterous shouts of "beer" and "stew", Abel turns away from the edge of the clearing where he had been inspecting some undergrowth and walks briskly back toward the bar wagon.
Druid Abel - Curse of Strahd
IC
Acher looks to consider the others, then turns back to Fat Fred and nods. "I would wager that most of us are familiar with danger...some stew and beer would be lovely after such a long trip."
IC:
"Well met to you Fat Fred - I am Razaniel" - he nodded and approached, finding a seat - "Food and drink sound good. Thank you for the offer"
IC:
Kwami pulls his hood up further shadowing his face. He states simply, "I go where the Morninglord sends me." He does not make any requests for refreshment.
DMS:
As you chat with Fat Fred, several squat dirt balls start rolling out from behind the bar wagon. They are all small and squat, dressed in filthy rags and furs, covered in unkept wild hair, each having some type of deformity. One has a small twisted arm, one a near backward club foot, some have crossed eyes, one even has an eye that seems to roll around in his head. They all gibbered to each other in some unknown language. In their greasy hands they all carried large mugs of sudsy beer and hot stew. Slapping them down on the various table tops without making too much of a mess, they all beamed visibly with pride at their accomplishments, and then with a large clap from Fat Fred they all skittered back off behind the wagon.
"Gully dwarves!" Fat Fred spread his arms in apology. "They're from another realm you see. Off little buggers, and stinky as all get out, but they are super helpful."
Using his apron and mopping the sweat from his chubby head, Fat Fred laughs aloud. "I'm very glad you're here. You see, we have miners headed up north, and trappers about to head out for the season, but we have a lack of the adventuring type."
Fat Fred slaps a large hand on his belly. "See we got some strange things going on around here, and its making people not want to get started on their trapping and mining. We got weird noises going on out there in the woods, and no one wants to go check it out. I could see myself to paying a bit of gold to get you to go scout the woods for a few days."
"You see I love having the guys around, but they eat and drink a lot, and I'm not stocked for all this. I need them to get to work so I have time to restock."
Dragonborn Monk Bronze Viper
"What sorts of 'weird noises'?" asks Kwami.
He watches the gully dwarves with compassion, unhappy that his fledgling healing skills are likely not powerful enough to reverse their deformities.
IC
Boil is delighted by the gully dwarves, and makes some quick sketches and notes while they finish their duties. He listens to Fat Fred as he eagerly begins eating his food, pondering the difficulty of keeping an enterprise such as this stocked so far from a city.
“ this stew is delicious…Anyone go missing in the woods? Or is it just noises?”
IC:
Abel nods and indicates the woods with his staff, I would gladly join any exploration party heading out into the forest. I'm already intent on seeking others like myself out there, and perhaps they may even be responsible for these noises you've heard. Perhaps the noises are somewhat darker in origin, but at any rate, it's worth investigating...
Druid Abel - Curse of Strahd
IC
Yoli tucks into the stew hungrily, listening lazily to Fat Fred, but at the mention of gold, he immediately pricks up his ears, and becomes more attentive. Waiting for his chance to speak, he washes down a mouthful with the ale, and addresses the man thusly:
"I think we might be able to see our way to investigating this, but first things first. How much gold are we exactly talking about here? Furthermore, assuming that we agree to take on this job, I'd like to know if anyone here has personally witnessed these noises? I think it would be wise to know as much as possible about what we'd be getting ourselves into before agreeing to it."
Wizard - Yoli Garrick, Wild Beyond the Witchlight
Quin watches and listens quietly from near by shadows. He mulls over the thought of joining the group.
"I could do with some coin. Might be nice to try something legit for a change."
He continues to stand nonchalantly next to the the opposite end of the wagon from where the Gully dwarves disappeared.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
“There definitely aren’t things like this back at waterdeep…”
The bard moves his hand onto the grip of his sword
IC
Noticing this, Yoli gently places his hand over Bruno's sword hand.
"Worry not friend. They're completely harmless. I actually think they're cute!"
Wizard - Yoli Garrick, Wild Beyond the Witchlight
IC
Acher tries not to stare at the strange and pitiful creatures. He eagerly sits down at one of the tables and takes a bowl for himself. As Fat Fred's banter turns into a request, he sets the bowl down and listens intently.
When the host has finished speaking, he reluctantly returns to the meal in front of him. He chews and sips methodically while the others speak up. Eventually he adds "Noises? I've never known trappers to be fearful of noises. Is there no more you can tell us? Has anyone seen anything?"
DMS:
"Well, when I say noises, I don't mean kittens meowing man!" The fat man laughed loudly.
Conspiratorially, he whispers to the group, "By my reckoning, it’s a banshee." He quickly brought a small medallion that hung around his wide neck to his mustached lips and kissed it. "Every night, when the moon is at its brightest, it starts. It last for hours, and then just gone. Its bone chilling I tell ya."
"As for how much, well I'm not a rich man, but I could see a gold piece each." Fat Fred shrugged. "I just need someone to lay eyes on it so we know what we are dealing with." Waving casually around the camp, "If you manage to clear it out, I'd imagine all these men would be willing to pitch in too, seeing as how they could get to work then."
DMN:
…and then there were 8.
Using the die icon in the chat box, please roll Perception AC 10. If you pass the check, you see that the medallion is a sign of the light domain. If you fail, you just recognize the act as a ward against evil. This is more a practice roll to ensure everyone knows how to use the dice roller.
Test Perception 14
Dragonborn Monk Bronze Viper
Quin: 17
I.C.
Always on the look out for anything of possible value, the medallion immediately catches Quin eye. He just barely catches a glimpse of the markings on the face of the medallion. Quin suspicions are quickly confirmed that man is truly a follower of the light domain when he sees Fat Fred kiss the bauble.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Boil perception: 18
” A banshee you say? I have never encountered something of that sort before, how fascinating…I wonder how a banshee becomes a banshee…”