This was the town of Glazing wind, a rough and tumble town full of scruffy guards and careful travelers. The nation of Radiance was known for it's bright disposition and yet Glazing Winds had seemed.. Off kilter. They hadn't had many adventurers and yet today? Many had came to this humble town. Each for their own reasons and convictions. The town was at least large enough for a few business's and intertwining alley's. In the center of town was "Wishful Gust" the town Tavern. Farther down was a black smith's home with anvil and all. Across from that? An armorer across the way, oddly enough it was that of a human woman with her little ones circling around her. If one peered far enough at the edge of town was two paths. A path that lead out to a highway and a path that lead to a rather shadowy looking forest. Though the thing that had stood out most was the Manor. A manor that appeared better built than any building in town. It had about a dozen guards some on the front a few on the sides and of course a few behind. It seemed strange because beside the manor? The people seemed more poorly dressed. The adventurers who were here before the new comers didn't seem well equipped and the houses felt poorly managed. The spirits of the people here had seemed rather low.
OOC:
In the future it'll probably take an insight roll to see the attitude/mood of the townfolk. And perception to see the town and it's architecture so well. But as it's our first town I decided to give all of this info for free this time ^^
A woman of above-average height stands in the middle of town. She hides a frown as she surveys her surroundings. Her heavy pack and travel-worn boots are dusty, and yet she is not. Her dark blue hair seems to flow out of her head, rippling subtly like a river current despite the lack of wind. Her skin has a pale blue hue and seems to glisten, giving the impression of cleanliness which is in contrast to her well-used traveling attire. She stands straight and tall, suggesting purpose and confidence. She is alone, and she calls herself Jess.
Jess adjusts the pack on her shoulders as she looks around. “This place doesn’t seem too promising,” she mutters to herself. “Might as we’ll head for the tavern and see what liquids are served.”
Entering the tavern, She looks around, intending to sit at a bar, if there is one, or else a table, hoping to be waited on. She’s thirsty.
A large, gold dragoborn wearing a bloodstained wooden mask peers though holes for his eyes in the mask, surveying his surroundings. He is quite a bit taller than the other civilians, but no matter. His large, black backpack with a few extra items strapped to it rustles with the sound of clanging metal as the dragonborn, who’s name was Belin but he decided he wanted to be called Vex, approached the tavern. “A little ale never hurt anyone.” He says as he opens the tavern door. He sits on a table at the far end of the room, with nobody within 3 meters of him. He awaits to be question on what he wants to drink.
As a few new faces hit to the tavern the people look turn their heads. A few seem indifferent others offer a faint smile but many? Seem weary of these faces. Behind the counter is a large and towering Orc. He looks down to even the dragonborn as he cleans his glass.
"Aye, here for a drink than? We don't get many new faces in Glazing winds anymore. It'll be two silvers for the good stuff but if you're looking for a simple fix of grog I can settle for one silver."
In the back of the tavern was two men in a small pigsty like pen a makeshift arena. A dwarf and a Goliath throwing punches at one another while many were making bets on the two. Beside even that had been a posting board filled with all sorts of request. Though it was too far to read from here.
Amidst the crowd watching the dwarf and the Goliath is a half-elf. He is of average height, but his white hair and bright green eyes are enough to make him stand out in the crowd. Though his long black sleeves cover most of his skin, thin pale scars show clearly on the top of his hands hinting at many more beneath the fabric. His eyes take in the fight, calculating, predicting each move as if he were the one in the ring. Yet he stays silent, placing no bets, nor cheering for the two competitors.
Growing bored, Drezmir turns his attention to the board littered with requests, curious as to what he can find there...
A dark figure in a hooded black cloak walks quietly across the cobbled streets. Two black wings trail behind him, and a slightly curved beak protrudes from under the hood. He seems unconcerned with his surroundings, ignoring both the manor, and the low spirited people. Hands hidden within the folds of his cloak, he makes his way towards the tavern. Walking into the tavern, he glances at the men fighting, and the men watching the fight. Uninterested, he walks towards the bar. Standing around 5'6", he cocks his head to look up at the bartender. Fixing him with a red eye, he asks, "How much for a meal and some water?"
The elf looks to the board to see what sort of jobs he can hope to find! He seems to see only three postings. Posting long ignored with signs of others papers been ripped off before.
1: Hill Giant Sighting!: To the reader I beg of thee! This Hill Giant has destroyed two of my caravans! I wish to bring trade back to Glazing Wind but he always knows where I'm going to come in! I thought them to be dim witted! I know a job like this is dangerous others have died trying to take the foul beast down. Many have told me he is worth at least 100 gold. Sadly I can only offer 80 gold with the lack of trade in Glazing wind. Meet me at the front of the guards barracks, I can't leave this blasted town so I'll be there anytime there is daylight.
2: Jet brothers: Please! The highway is under constant harassment by the Jet brothers! I am always laughed off when I tell everyone two bandits destroy my caravans but.. It's true! I've barely escaped with my life! They fight.. Like some sort of demons! Please be careful but I need them gone! Meet me at the end of town, my house has a light red color with an old greyhound dog. The reward will be 24 gold pieces and I have a few potions and scrolls left behind from my late uncle.
3: Goblin Horde: Dear adventurer before you protest "Goblin's? Isn't the oldest of Cliche? One for the guards?" I tell you that may be the case with one or two.. But there are ten goblins! Many people tell me Goblins are too lowly a job for them to handle but... Like many other merchants I struggle to make ends meet. Come to Black Smith if you wish to take on this job! I can only offer 32 gold pieces for the job I'm afraid. But I may be willing to part with a weapon or two for a job well done!
The orc looks to the man with beak and gives a glance.
"Never seen someone with a beak before, course I've never left Glazing Winds meself. For food and a drink? If you want something comfortable.. 5 silver (Half gold) Wanna make do? I can whip something up for 3 silver. So what brings the lot of you to our sleepy little town anyways?
For everybody in the tavern please make a perception check! ^^
The aarakocra rolls his eyes at the man with a beak comment. Then he says, "I'll take what 3 silver can get me." Pulling some coins out of his purse using his left hand, he places them on the counter. "As for your second question... That's none of your concern."
With a sly smile, Drezmir tears each poster off the board, folds them neatly, and tucks them away in one of his many pockets. He isn't as interested in the money as he is in the challenge, however, he will see what else this tavern has to offer before chasing a quest. Entering the tavern, he notes the strange party that has accumulated at the bar. Interesting, more outsiders.
Lacking sufficient funds, he takes a seat off in a corner where he can hopefully avoid the bartender's attention.
A large copper dragonborn is at the armorer, he is getting his plate armor worked on, a strap was broken and in need of repair. As the armored works, he sees several strangers to the area ( you can tell by the walk, the look in the eyes and the backpacks they all seem to wear.
The tall, elegant woman of standing muttering to herself, the bird man, as well as the gold dragonborn. They all have a faraway look to them, like they are bored, ready for something more than just life.
He looks at his own pack sitting about 5 feet away and thinks he has something in common with them all.
The armored finishes his work, Gilded picks up his pack and heads to the tavern.
As he enters, he makes a note of the people he saw come in, sees a makeshift boxing match in the back and heads that way. Watches a moment and sees some one of elven descent (with that same bored look) walk to a wall and start looking at brochures. He walks up beside him. "Anything good on the wall, I need some excitement"?
The blonde half elf had just entered this rather lovely town. Slowly she looked around deciding where exactly she wanted to go. There was the tavern. She wasn't really in need of weapons or armor. Not that she actually had the money for anything like that right now anyway. Pushing some of the blonde hair over her shoulder she walked towards the tavern but decided that she didn't want to go inside right away. Quietly she decided to take a look at the manor. She didn't get too close. She looked up at the place curiously.
Just as Drezmir pulls the posters off of the board he turns to see the copper Dragonborn. "Ah, some excitement? Well, perhaps you would be interesting in pursuing one of these with me. Only a fool would attempt such a quest alone...well, most of them."His mind flashes briefly to the poster about the goblins. Pulling the posters back out, he hands them to the Dragonborn so that he can look them over. "Why not join me inside the tavern. It is getting a little noisy out here."
He motions for the Dragonborn to follow him, but waits for him rather than leaving him to look over the posters.
(If the Dragonborn is willing to accompany into the corner of the tavern...Same terrible perception check lol.)
"I like the one about goblins, nasty little creatures that need eliminating anyway. I agree that doing this alone would be very difficult. I would like teaming up with you, but are we enough? I saw some others enter that may be interested, would you be open to asking them to join us?
The beaked adventurer had gotten a rather cheap meal. The orc had nodded to his order before his rather snappy comment. He offered a huff before he began to speak
"We's are at a delicate time mate, and I may take that sort of attitude as reason to be suspicious."
He had left to go get his meal and it wasn't.. Very long he had gotten what must have been a bowl of cruel with some strange ale throwing on the table with little regard of what spilled or had not. The orc would have noticed the outsider sitting at the end if not for his anger toward this one patron here.
The half elf looked at the manor from the street, though it was faint... She could see on the second floor in a window. A man mixing potions and a small puff of smoke. He looked around before shutting his curtains completely. Other than that the manor hadn't really struck out anything else interesting to her. Other than the amount of guards perhaps.
OOC: Okay so we are only going by gear that we start with as starter gear. So I may have to change the plate to chain mail. As Plate is 1500GP and usually a later item.
Everybody fails the Perception check oh my gosh xD
Drezmir shrugs, holding the door open as he and Guilded take a seat inside the tavern. Taking the papers back (assuming Guilded returns the posters that Drezmir tore off the board) he says, “Yes, that could be wise.”He notes the strange party that had accumulated at the bar. Interesting, more outsiders.
He had been intending to go after the devil bandits first…demon hunting was more his type of adventure, no matter, all in good time. “I suppose if any of them wish to accompany us, it would improve our chances of…avoiding injury.” He smiles a little, noticing the bartender’s displeasure at the beaked patron. Hmm, interesting. He’d never seen anyone with a beak before.
“By the way, the name is Drezmir,” he leans over the table, offering a hand to the Dragonborn. “You seem like a nice fellow, so you can call me Drez if you like.”
The Aarakocra shrugs, he doesn't seem to care that he angered the orc. "I assure you, I am no threat. Not to you, nor anyone who stays out of my way." He looks at the gruel and ale. He lets out an exasperated sigh. He had asked for water, but apparently he had upset his host. Oh well.
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Oof I should have kept an eye on this thread.
I'm up for starting anytime!
And yes that pacing sounds good.
Yes! I can't wait to start!
All right feel free to edit you're characters.
If you wanna switch characters go ahead and add you're second character and I'll remove the first when I get home.
Though I think I have time before I get home so maybe.. Just maybe I can make a starter post here ;3
Than I can make a group PM/Chat
Glazing Winds
This was the town of Glazing wind, a rough and tumble town full of scruffy guards and careful travelers. The nation of Radiance was known for it's bright disposition and yet Glazing Winds had seemed.. Off kilter. They hadn't had many adventurers and yet today? Many had came to this humble town. Each for their own reasons and convictions. The town was at least large enough for a few business's and intertwining alley's. In the center of town was "Wishful Gust" the town Tavern. Farther down was a black smith's home with anvil and all. Across from that? An armorer across the way, oddly enough it was that of a human woman with her little ones circling around her. If one peered far enough at the edge of town was two paths. A path that lead out to a highway and a path that lead to a rather shadowy looking forest. Though the thing that had stood out most was the Manor. A manor that appeared better built than any building in town. It had about a dozen guards some on the front a few on the sides and of course a few behind. It seemed strange because beside the manor? The people seemed more poorly dressed. The adventurers who were here before the new comers didn't seem well equipped and the houses felt poorly managed. The spirits of the people here had seemed rather low.
OOC:
In the future it'll probably take an insight roll to see the attitude/mood of the townfolk. And perception to see the town and it's architecture so well.
But as it's our first town I decided to give all of this info for free this time ^^
A woman of above-average height stands in the middle of town. She hides a frown as she surveys her surroundings. Her heavy pack and travel-worn boots are dusty, and yet she is not. Her dark blue hair seems to flow out of her head, rippling subtly like a river current despite the lack of wind. Her skin has a pale blue hue and seems to glisten, giving the impression of cleanliness which is in contrast to her well-used traveling attire. She stands straight and tall, suggesting purpose and confidence. She is alone, and she calls herself Jess.
Jess adjusts the pack on her shoulders as she looks around. “This place doesn’t seem too promising,” she mutters to herself. “Might as we’ll head for the tavern and see what liquids are served.”
Entering the tavern, She looks around, intending to sit at a bar, if there is one, or else a table, hoping to be waited on. She’s thirsty.
A large, gold dragoborn wearing a bloodstained wooden mask peers though holes for his eyes in the mask, surveying his surroundings. He is quite a bit taller than the other civilians, but no matter. His large, black backpack with a few extra items strapped to it rustles with the sound of clanging metal as the dragonborn, who’s name was Belin but he decided he wanted to be called Vex, approached the tavern. “A little ale never hurt anyone.” He says as he opens the tavern door. He sits on a table at the far end of the room, with nobody within 3 meters of him. He awaits to be question on what he wants to drink.
As a few new faces hit to the tavern the people look turn their heads. A few seem indifferent others offer a faint smile but many? Seem weary of these faces. Behind the counter is a large and towering Orc. He looks down to even the dragonborn as he cleans his glass.
"Aye, here for a drink than? We don't get many new faces in Glazing winds anymore. It'll be two silvers for the good stuff but if you're looking for a simple fix of grog I can settle for one silver."
In the back of the tavern was two men in a small pigsty like pen a makeshift arena. A dwarf and a Goliath throwing punches at one another while many were making bets on the two. Beside even that had been a posting board filled with all sorts of request. Though it was too far to read from here.
Amidst the crowd watching the dwarf and the Goliath is a half-elf. He is of average height, but his white hair and bright green eyes are enough to make him stand out in the crowd. Though his long black sleeves cover most of his skin, thin pale scars show clearly on the top of his hands hinting at many more beneath the fabric. His eyes take in the fight, calculating, predicting each move as if he were the one in the ring. Yet he stays silent, placing no bets, nor cheering for the two competitors.
Growing bored, Drezmir turns his attention to the board littered with requests, curious as to what he can find there...
A dark figure in a hooded black cloak walks quietly across the cobbled streets. Two black wings trail behind him, and a slightly curved beak protrudes from under the hood. He seems unconcerned with his surroundings, ignoring both the manor, and the low spirited people. Hands hidden within the folds of his cloak, he makes his way towards the tavern. Walking into the tavern, he glances at the men fighting, and the men watching the fight. Uninterested, he walks towards the bar. Standing around 5'6", he cocks his head to look up at the bartender. Fixing him with a red eye, he asks, "How much for a meal and some water?"
The elf looks to the board to see what sort of jobs he can hope to find! He seems to see only three postings. Posting long ignored with signs of others papers been ripped off before.
1: Hill Giant Sighting!: To the reader I beg of thee! This Hill Giant has destroyed two of my caravans! I wish to bring trade back to Glazing Wind but he always knows where I'm going to come in! I thought them to be dim witted! I know a job like this is dangerous others have died trying to take the foul beast down. Many have told me he is worth at least 100 gold. Sadly I can only offer 80 gold with the lack of trade in Glazing wind. Meet me at the front of the guards barracks, I can't leave this blasted town so I'll be there anytime there is daylight.
2: Jet brothers: Please! The highway is under constant harassment by the Jet brothers! I am always laughed off when I tell everyone two bandits destroy my caravans but.. It's true! I've barely escaped with my life! They fight.. Like some sort of demons! Please be careful but I need them gone! Meet me at the end of town, my house has a light red color with an old greyhound dog. The reward will be 24 gold pieces and I have a few potions and scrolls left behind from my late uncle.
3: Goblin Horde: Dear adventurer before you protest "Goblin's? Isn't the oldest of Cliche? One for the guards?" I tell you that may be the case with one or two.. But there are ten goblins! Many people tell me Goblins are too lowly a job for them to handle but... Like many other merchants I struggle to make ends meet. Come to Black Smith if you wish to take on this job! I can only offer 32 gold pieces for the job I'm afraid. But I may be willing to part with a weapon or two for a job well done!
The orc looks to the man with beak and gives a glance.
"Never seen someone with a beak before, course I've never left Glazing Winds meself. For food and a drink? If you want something comfortable.. 5 silver (Half gold) Wanna make do? I can whip something up for 3 silver. So what brings the lot of you to our sleepy little town anyways?
For everybody in the tavern please make a perception check! ^^
The aarakocra rolls his eyes at the man with a beak comment. Then he says, "I'll take what 3 silver can get me." Pulling some coins out of his purse using his left hand, he places them on the counter. "As for your second question... That's none of your concern."
Perception: 5 (Game log)
With a sly smile, Drezmir tears each poster off the board, folds them neatly, and tucks them away in one of his many pockets. He isn't as interested in the money as he is in the challenge, however, he will see what else this tavern has to offer before chasing a quest. Entering the tavern, he notes the strange party that has accumulated at the bar. Interesting, more outsiders.
Lacking sufficient funds, he takes a seat off in a corner where he can hopefully avoid the bartender's attention.
Perception: 4
A large copper dragonborn is at the armorer, he is getting his plate armor worked on, a strap was broken and in need of repair. As the armored works, he sees several strangers to the area ( you can tell by the walk, the look in the eyes and the backpacks they all seem to wear.
The tall, elegant woman of standing muttering to herself, the bird man, as well as the gold dragonborn. They all have a faraway look to them, like they are bored, ready for something more than just life.
He looks at his own pack sitting about 5 feet away and thinks he has something in common with them all.
The armored finishes his work, Gilded picks up his pack and heads to the tavern.
perception 7
(OOC: looks like Aroc and me posted at same time. Hope I catch him before he leaves the board)
The blonde half elf had just entered this rather lovely town. Slowly she looked around deciding where exactly she wanted to go. There was the tavern. She wasn't really in need of weapons or armor. Not that she actually had the money for anything like that right now anyway. Pushing some of the blonde hair over her shoulder she walked towards the tavern but decided that she didn't want to go inside right away. Quietly she decided to take a look at the manor. She didn't get too close. She looked up at the place curiously.
8
Perception on the manor.
(Oh, backing up a little then...)
Just as Drezmir pulls the posters off of the board he turns to see the copper Dragonborn. "Ah, some excitement? Well, perhaps you would be interesting in pursuing one of these with me. Only a fool would attempt such a quest alone...well, most of them." His mind flashes briefly to the poster about the goblins. Pulling the posters back out, he hands them to the Dragonborn so that he can look them over. "Why not join me inside the tavern. It is getting a little noisy out here."
He motions for the Dragonborn to follow him, but waits for him rather than leaving him to look over the posters.
(If the Dragonborn is willing to accompany into the corner of the tavern...Same terrible perception check lol.)
"I like the one about goblins, nasty little creatures that need eliminating anyway. I agree that doing this alone would be very difficult. I would like teaming up with you, but are we enough? I saw some others enter that may be interested, would you be open to asking them to join us?
I follow the elven man where he motions.
The beaked adventurer had gotten a rather cheap meal. The orc had nodded to his order before his rather snappy comment. He offered a huff before he began to speak
"We's are at a delicate time mate, and I may take that sort of attitude as reason to be suspicious."
He had left to go get his meal and it wasn't.. Very long he had gotten what must have been a bowl of cruel with some strange ale throwing on the table with little regard of what spilled or had not. The orc would have noticed the outsider sitting at the end if not for his anger toward this one patron here.
The half elf looked at the manor from the street, though it was faint... She could see on the second floor in a window. A man mixing potions and a small puff of smoke. He looked around before shutting his curtains completely. Other than that the manor hadn't really struck out anything else interesting to her. Other than the amount of guards perhaps.
OOC:
Okay so we are only going by gear that we start with as starter gear.
So I may have to change the plate to chain mail. As Plate is 1500GP and usually a later item.
Everybody fails the Perception check oh my gosh xD
(OOC: I will swap the armor. But it's still copper colored dang it.. lol)
(OOC: yup lol.)
Drezmir shrugs, holding the door open as he and Guilded take a seat inside the tavern. Taking the papers back (assuming Guilded returns the posters that Drezmir tore off the board) he says, “Yes, that could be wise.” He notes the strange party that had accumulated at the bar. Interesting, more outsiders.
He had been intending to go after the devil bandits first…demon hunting was more his type of adventure, no matter, all in good time.
“I suppose if any of them wish to accompany us, it would improve our chances of…avoiding injury.” He smiles a little, noticing the bartender’s displeasure at the beaked patron. Hmm, interesting. He’d never seen anyone with a beak before.
“By the way, the name is Drezmir,” he leans over the table, offering a hand to the Dragonborn. “You seem like a nice fellow, so you can call me Drez if you like.”
The Aarakocra shrugs, he doesn't seem to care that he angered the orc. "I assure you, I am no threat. Not to you, nor anyone who stays out of my way." He looks at the gruel and ale. He lets out an exasperated sigh. He had asked for water, but apparently he had upset his host. Oh well.