"Nice to meet you all as well thanks for the directions," Alora call out turning from them and going to the Donnybrook then pushing open the front door glancing about the inn for someone to inquire about a room.
A bright-eyed, alert rock gnome in a cream-colored shirt and navy blue vest stands behind the bar. He's the epitome of a multi-tasker as he talks to customers, gives orders to kitchen staff, and fills mugs, all the while keeping an air of lightheartedness about himself. Pom--for that is his name--greets you like you're an old friend and tells you four silver pieces will get you a room, but it's a double room. "So, I don't have the luxury of putting you up in a room of your own," he explains, "but I'm a solid judge of character, ma'am, and I think you'll be just fine lodging with the other young lady that'll be in the room."
He then points to a table with three halflings, a gnome, a human male, and a half-elf female and says, "There she sits. Maybe have a few words with her and see what you think. By all means though, I hope you enjoy your time in this wonderful city!"
The gnome, the human male, and the half-elf female are three members of our current adventure: Ozum, Kurt, and Arissa
*Ok. No whiskey* he says and enters the inn with the eagle at his shoulder.
Over the din of conversation you hear a hearty "Welcome to the Peg!" To your right, you see the human (or is it a half-orc?) who greeted you with such a booming voice. He raises a bottle and says, "Let me pour you a drink, tall one. I can't sit alone at this table for another minute. I've been drinking for an hour now, and I've got some stories that need tellin! And I don't mind if your feathered friend listens in. He can keep a secret, right?" He then chuckles and uses his foot to push a chair toward you. The man's appearance strongly suggests to you that, at some point in his recent ancestry, there is some orc blood. If he isn't a half-orc, then maybe his mother or father was.
The door to Sham's Peg opens at that same moment and with a quick glance you see a male tiefling of average build with reddish skin and purple hair. He is clothed in a green robe with orange and yellow embroidery that resembles flames. Additionally, he is wearing a strange-looking hooded black cloak. This cloak almost gives you the impression that its stitching was designed to resemble scales. Via the hood of his cloak, the tiefling has concealed his horns.
The tiefling, if you hadn't guessed, is Xellos, a member of the adventuring party.
Smiling back at the bulky man Frandal accepts his invitation.
"It will be my pleasure friend. " he says taking a sit and looking at the newcomer that reached the inn just behind him he adds "maybe he wants to join us too?"
*The tiefling? why?*
*In case he needs another ear while we go away* replies the elf to the eagle.
Xellos says to Sib after pondering what he said for a moment, "I see. Makes sense for them to charge more, but I'd rather avoid a packed Inn and other pretentious types. I thank you for the information. The Sham's Peg sounds fun, where might that be exactly? Oh, and what will this buy me? (Xellos places 2g on the table and takes what Sib offers) Good luck to you. See you around."
He follows the directions that Sib gave him and walks east to the Sham's Peg. Eyeing the architecture, townsfolk activity, and walking with his cloak over his head to avoid confrontation while avoiding running into large bulks of crowds gathered in the street.
Sib nods in response to the phrase "pretentious types." He looks at the two pieces of gold, and his mouth falls open just a bit. "Two gold, sir? Well, for that I reckon you could have nearly everything you see here. But I don't suppose you'll be wantin' to wade through the city streets carrying a bunch o' bread and fruit, will you?"
He removes his hat and runs his fingers through his hair again. You can tell the two gold pieces have created a riddle in Sib's mind; he's just not sure what to give you in exchange. Then, suddenly, a thought comes to him--and it's a thought that seems to please him because he begins to grin as he reaches into his coat pocket. He then hands you a circular item made of brass and says, "I've been toying with the idea of selling this for months, and you, Xellos, have finally made up my mind for me. Showin' me that a tiefling can be just as fine a fellow as anyone else and then givin' me two gold? That's more than enough payment for that little trinket. I never could figure out what purpose it served anyway. Maybe you'll unlock it's great mystery."
I'm assuming you'll study this item at a time and place when no other eyes are around; so I've kept the description purposely thin.
Your walk to Sham's Peg is uneventful and it allows you to gather a general idea of the city's layout. The first thing you see upon entering the inn is a very tall, very thin elf with white hair.The only thing that might be more noticeable than the elf is the large silver-feathered eagle that is perched on his shoulder. The elf is standing just inside the door to the inn and seems to be talking to a rough-looking man at a nearby table. Without so much as an introduction, the elf suggests that you should join him as he sits at the table.
"Thank you kind sir," Alora replies to Pom. "I am Alora Brightwell," she adds before she approaches the table as instructed where the halfling, gnome, and half-elf are seated.
"Hello friends," Alora begins smiling looking at each of them before her eyes rest on the half-elf. "I was offered a room and it seems it's already yours. As the choice for me to stay with you is equally as risky as you to room with me I would like to introduce myself. I am Alora Brightwell cleric of the Morninglord looking for shelter and safety," she explains to the half-elf. "I would hope to share your room but understand if you are waiting for a companion or are otherwise have questions about my character as well," she adds waiting for the half-elf's reply.
Alora is a six foot tall, red haired, and female human. She wears newish scalemail with Lathander symbol on her chest. You see a mace on her hip, a brown travel cloak, and on her back a traveling backpack with a shield attached.
Symbol of Lathander on her chest, her holy symbol, and shield.
OOC:
Can Alora gleaning anything from the others? Clothings, weapons, instruments? Being a scholar I would think she's studied enough about people to know a little about their wealth or social rank based on belongings. Am I being reasonable here?
Xellos opens the door to the Sham's Peg and looks at the elf with a silver-feathered eagle on his shoulder with confusion and slight surprise at being immediately suggested to join their table upon entering. He turns his gaze towards him and says, "I appreciate the offer, but perhaps in a moment. I've only just arrived. I need to see about a room first." He gives a slight nod and proceeds to a relatively empty section of the bar area to speak to the bartender.
"Hello, I feel like a glass of wine and a meal. What selections of food and drink do you have? I also need a room for the evening if you have any available. By chance, do you know anything about the elf with the bird or the man sitting with him?"
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Yes, you are being reasonable. Just to be clear, there are three halflings, a gnome male, a human male, and half-elf female.Here's what you glean from their appearance
All three halflings dress in a rather rustic manner. You're confident they aren't from Talisten but likely live somewhere outside of the city, probably in small village that is more to a halfling's liking. The two halflings that are sitting next to one another are young, at least as youth is determined by their race. You surmise they are thirty years old. Neither shows any indication of being armed in any way. The third halfling, who is next to Arissa, the half-elf, is older, larger, and more athletically built than the other two. He does have a small, dagger sheathed on his right hip.
The male gnome is pale-skinned, has black hair, and has a staff nearby. His deep blue cloak hides anything else he might have in his possession.
The human male is young, tall, and solidly built, and his clothes have a travel-worn appearance. He has a rapier and scimitar on either hip. It seems clear he's seen some adventure in his life and faced some adversity.
The half-elf female is dark-skinned, and even though she is merely sitting and engaging in conversation you can detect the elven grace that proves she isn't wholly human. She has three instruments strapped to her back and a rapier sheathed in her belt.
"Well, this table is getting quite crowded! I am pleased to make all these new acquaintances today! I would gladly share my room with a servant of the Morninglord, as for my own servant, Garius, I'm sure he's off exploring the city already. He'll probably collapse in an alleyway somewhere around his 12th ale, so I'm sure he'll be fine." Arissa laughs joyfully and continues to talk. "So, what has torn all of you away from your normal lives to come to here? For myself, I have come to enjoy the bustling metropolis and have fun!"
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"I am looking for my uncle but once I landed here I saw the fliers for the tournament and thought I would stop," Alora says freely finding a seat at the table. "Alora Brightwell," she repeats to the half-elf, "your name," she asks her then looks to each of the party members in turn waiting for their names.
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"Oh, forgive me, I forgot to properly introduce myself! I am Arissa Antal, teller of lore and singer of legends."
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"Hello, I feel like a glass of wine and a meal. What selections of food and drink do you have? I also need a room for the evening if you have any available. By chance, do you know anything about the elf with the bird or the man sitting with him?"
The keeper is a short, portly human with no hair. For whatever reason, he takes your questions in reverse order. He places his hands on the bar, leans forward, squints his eyes, and studies the table by the door where the rough-looking human and elf are sitting. "The elf I've never seen. No idea who he might be. That's not uncommon this time of year, you understand? "
He pauses and squints again. "That bird of his though. That's uncommon. Strange as the Yantir Forest, that is!" He looks around and finds one of the barmaids nearby. "Florry, have a word with that elf fellow near the door, will ya? We can't have that winged beast flyin' around in here."
He returns his attention to you. "Broon, the big fellow he's sitting with, him I know. Confident, loud, and loves whisky and talk. Harmless though:"
He then proceeds to tell you that he has a very small single room available for six silver per night and a large room with two bunks for ten silver. Food options include bread, cheese, venison stew, smoked fish, salted pork, pickled eggs, and a variety of pickled vegetables. One silver piece will get you a piece of meat or bowl of stew, a small piece of cheese, and chunk of bread.
He then disappears for a moment as he squats behind the counter. When he stands up, he has a dust-covered bottle in hand. "This is the only wine in the place, sir. Wine ain't my specialty I'm sorry to say. If you're looking for the island's best whisky, well, Sham's Peg is the place. Wine is a different matter. You're welcome to have this bottle, sir, for three silver pieces. I can't recall how I ever came to possess it, and I figure you're my last chance to be rid of it. Of course, I do have some ale, brewed right here in Talisten, if you'd like."
" My name is Kurt Stoneseeker, while not as prestigious as a bard. I have been escorting caravans around until I got bored. Heard about this tournament coming up so here I am."
Turning to the halflings, " So I browsed the flier, is there any actual combat? I thought this had a 1 on 1 combat portion."
"You can call me Ozum. I'm here for the festival celebrations. I like to travel mostly but I could stand to make some coin." He pulls out the flier and chuckles a bit. "There are some good prizes here, but nothing in my skill set. Are any of you thinking about competing?"
Turning toward Arissa. "I was also told you may have a room to share. I promise I won't take up too much space, and with a servant of the Morning Lord watching over us, we should have nothing to worry about."
"Yes I want to compete, and I am sure I could do well in most of these competitions. However I really wanted an armed combat competition to maybe earn some esteem to get to doing more important work than caravans."
"Well, Ozum, it might be a little cramped with three of us but I'm sure we can make do if Alora doesn't mind. That is, after all, one of the many advantages of being a gnome. As for this tournament, I was thinking I might compete myself, although I'm sure I am no match for the great heroes of this land."
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she...then looks to each of the party members in turn waiting for their names.
The halflings take turns introducing themselves. Next to Arissa sits Garrett Goodbarrel, a halfling from Greyloft, a town that lies on the other side of the Corvus Mountains and is roughly a three day journey. Garrett explains that he has, at long last, decided to try his luck in the Tournament of Talisten.
Across the table from Garrett are Mithro Broadleaf and Huck Browning. They explain that they are cousins--through their mothers' side, of course--and longtime friends with Garrett. They accompanied him from Greyloft and plan on cheering their friend on to victory in the tournament contests.
(The rest of the folks at the table may introduce themselves via this thread, of course.)
"Well, it seems that many of us at this table will be competing! I wish you all luck, and may the best one win!"
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To futuristic_kf:
As you had hoped, Garius quickly ran up to the room and then disappeared. Four silver pieces was the charge, by the way.
The gnome, the human male, and the half-elf female are three members of our current adventure: Ozum, Kurt, and Arissa
The tiefling, if you hadn't guessed, is Xellos, a member of the adventuring party.
Smiling back at the bulky man Frandal accepts his invitation.
"It will be my pleasure friend. " he says taking a sit and looking at the newcomer that reached the inn just behind him he adds "maybe he wants to join us too?"
*The tiefling? why?*
*In case he needs another ear while we go away* replies the elf to the eagle.
PbP Character: A few ;)
I'm assuming you'll study this item at a time and place when no other eyes are around; so I've kept the description purposely thin.
Tall elf = Frandal Silvereyes
"Thank you kind sir," Alora replies to Pom. "I am Alora Brightwell," she adds before she approaches the table as instructed where the halfling, gnome, and half-elf are seated.
"Hello friends," Alora begins smiling looking at each of them before her eyes rest on the half-elf. "I was offered a room and it seems it's already yours. As the choice for me to stay with you is equally as risky as you to room with me I would like to introduce myself. I am Alora Brightwell cleric of the Morninglord looking for shelter and safety," she explains to the half-elf. "I would hope to share your room but understand if you are waiting for a companion or are otherwise have questions about my character as well," she adds waiting for the half-elf's reply.
Alora is a six foot tall, red haired, and female human. She wears newish scalemail with Lathander symbol on her chest. You see a mace on her hip, a brown travel cloak, and on her back a traveling backpack with a shield attached.
Symbol of Lathander on her chest, her holy symbol, and shield.
OOC:
Can Alora gleaning anything from the others? Clothings, weapons, instruments? Being a scholar I would think she's studied enough about people to know a little about their wealth or social rank based on belongings. Am I being reasonable here?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Xellos opens the door to the Sham's Peg and looks at the elf with a silver-feathered eagle on his shoulder with confusion and slight surprise at being immediately suggested to join their table upon entering. He turns his gaze towards him and says, "I appreciate the offer, but perhaps in a moment. I've only just arrived. I need to see about a room first." He gives a slight nod and proceeds to a relatively empty section of the bar area to speak to the bartender.
"Hello, I feel like a glass of wine and a meal. What selections of food and drink do you have? I also need a room for the evening if you have any available. By chance, do you know anything about the elf with the bird or the man sitting with him?"
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To AmazingAmazon:
Yes, you are being reasonable. Just to be clear, there are three halflings, a gnome male, a human male, and half-elf female. Here's what you glean from their appearance
"Well, this table is getting quite crowded! I am pleased to make all these new acquaintances today! I would gladly share my room with a servant of the Morninglord, as for my own servant, Garius, I'm sure he's off exploring the city already. He'll probably collapse in an alleyway somewhere around his 12th ale, so I'm sure he'll be fine." Arissa laughs joyfully and continues to talk. "So, what has torn all of you away from your normal lives to come to here? For myself, I have come to enjoy the bustling metropolis and have fun!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"I am looking for my uncle but once I landed here I saw the fliers for the tournament and thought I would stop," Alora says freely finding a seat at the table. "Alora Brightwell," she repeats to the half-elf, "your name," she asks her then looks to each of the party members in turn waiting for their names.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Oh, forgive me, I forgot to properly introduce myself! I am Arissa Antal, teller of lore and singer of legends."
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Alora uses insight on Arissa 23 to glean if the half-elf is being truthful about her name as well as her claimed profession!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
" My name is Kurt Stoneseeker, while not as prestigious as a bard. I have been escorting caravans around until I got bored. Heard about this tournament coming up so here I am."
Turning to the halflings, " So I browsed the flier, is there any actual combat? I thought this had a 1 on 1 combat portion."
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
"You can call me Ozum. I'm here for the festival celebrations. I like to travel mostly but I could stand to make some coin." He pulls out the flier and chuckles a bit. "There are some good prizes here, but nothing in my skill set. Are any of you thinking about competing?"
Turning toward Arissa. "I was also told you may have a room to share. I promise I won't take up too much space, and with a servant of the Morning Lord watching over us, we should have nothing to worry about."
"Yes I want to compete, and I am sure I could do well in most of these competitions. However I really wanted an armed combat competition to maybe earn some esteem to get to doing more important work than caravans."
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
"Well, Ozum, it might be a little cramped with three of us but I'm sure we can make do if Alora doesn't mind. That is, after all, one of the many advantages of being a gnome. As for this tournament, I was thinking I might compete myself, although I'm sure I am no match for the great heroes of this land."
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
"Well, it seems that many of us at this table will be competing! I wish you all luck, and may the best one win!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum