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Silverstone’s ordering food and drink enough for a dozen people. He will attempt to invite whomever looks like promising company to come eat and drink today of all days is his birthday. (12gp if that’s enough)
Silverstone’s ordering food and drink enough for a dozen people. He will attempt to invite whomever looks like promising company to come eat and drink today of all days is his birthday. (12gp if that’s enough)
Leo, a Tabaxi man with a leopard fur pattern wearing red clothes with a longbow strapped to his back, has just walked into the tavern and hears this, and goes to sit next to you going "Aye! It's yer birthday? Well Happy Birthday to ya there lad! Names Leo-pard" as he reaches out to shake your hand Silverstone.
A figure enters the tavern and approaches a table half in the shadows. The figure does not sit, but addresses someone seated there. The figure receives a copper coin and leaves.
From that corner emerges a man dressed in dark blues and grays, with a black cloak cast back from one shoulder. He has the look of a man who has just finished business and now turns his attention towards the inviting scene of a generous stranger. He steps up, gives Silverstone and Leo a slight bow, and says, "Well met, new-friends. My name is Casrian. I have concluded my affairs for the day and thought to retire early, but it would be unseemly to pass on such fine generosity. May I have the pleasure of sharing your company?"
A figure enters the tavern and approaches a table half in the shadows. The figure does not sit, but addresses someone seated there. The figure receives a copper coin and leaves.
From that corner emerges a man dressed in dark blues and grays, with a black cloak cast back from one shoulder. He has the look of a man who has just finished business and now turns his attention towards the inviting scene of a generous stranger. He steps up, gives Silverstone and Leo a slight bow, and says, "Well met, new-friends. My name is Casrian. I have concluded my affairs for the day and thought to retire early, but it would be unseemly to pass on such fine generosity. May I have the pleasure of sharing your company?"
"Aye, that be alright with me, what say you, birthday boy?"
A slight man with slightly pointed ears, and eyes that look like they are laughing at something others have missed, or a joke he has thought only to himself, steps fully into view from around a beam that partially hides some tables and a fireplace from the view of the door. He wears fine clothes that have seen better days, in a style that looks out of place. He has long hair pulled up, and he gives you all a toothsome grin.
“A birthday? A generous stranger? I am round eared and wide eyed. I cannot insult you by watching on from afar, instead I will help you to drink through the bar.”
So saying, the half-elf sits on the bench, almost shoulder to shoulder with the other strangers. “Fair’s fair, and I am fairer still. My name is Norr, for as long as you need it. I am one for ceremony, but low fun is fun all its own, so as long as you’re paying let’s not wait.”
Norr waves a hand at the waitress who doesn’t seem to see him through the throng. “Someone order,” he says, and turns to Silverstone. “Is your birthday one to celebrate by ferocious volume or fine vintage?”
A slight man with slightly pointed ears, and eyes that look like they are laughing at something others have missed, or a joke he has thought only to himself, steps fully into view from around a beam that partially hides some tables and a fireplace from the view of the door. He wears fine clothes that have seen better days, in a style that looks out of place. He has long hair pulled up, and he gives you all a toothsome grin.
“A birthday? A generous stranger? I am round eared and wide eyed. I cannot insult you by remaining afar, let me help you with your tab on the bar.”
So saying, the half-elf sits on the bench, almost shoulder to shoulder with the other strangers. “Fair’s fair, and I am fairer still. My name is Norr, for as long as you need it.”
"Aye, greetings Norr!" Leo says as he grips your hand to shake it. "My name is Leo! I be new around these here parts, and I'm glad that I came here as a first stop! Y'all seem like kindly folk!" he says looking at all of you.
“Well met,” says Norr. On taking back his hand, the half elf shakes it out loosely. “A strong grip, but I hope for the sake of our new friend and patron’s birthday that you all have even stronger stomachs.”
Norr lowers his voice, and leans in, conspiratorially. He toys with a ring on the index finger of his left hand, turning it around and around as he speaks.
“My apologies if any of you are regulars to this establishment, but let me share with you some of my professional insight. While the drink looks fine, and the atmosphere lively, don’t hold out for haute cuisine here. Their food leaves much to be desired and, though I told them some few tricks they might employ to improve their fare, now they refuse to serve me even their thinnest soup (and that’s a bowl from a pot full of air).”
The rangy half-elf turns to the table at large. “Order us a decent meal to share and I’ll flavor it so it’s the finest food on this side of Slileigh Le Ulta, in honour of this most auspicious anniversaire.”
Leo, a Tabaxi man with a leopard fur pattern wearing red clothes with a longbow strapped to his back, has just walked into the tavern and hears this, and goes to sit next to you going "Aye! It's yer birthday? Well Happy Birthday to ya there lad! Names Leo-pard" as he reaches out to shake your hand Silverstone.
Dolmek accepts the handshake and literally is struke mute as he takes in the raw physical power in your sinewy arms and legs, as well as the paw of a hand he is shaking, “...Wow... Dolmek, me. Uh excuse me my name is Dolmek Silverstone it is indeed my birthday and I’m thrilled to make your acquaintance.”
A figure enters the tavern and approaches a table half in the shadows. The figure does not sit, but addresses someone seated there. The figure receives a copper coin and leaves.
From that corner emerges a man dressed in dark blues and grays, with a black cloak cast back from one shoulder. He has the look of a man who has just finished business and now turns his attention towards the inviting scene of a generous stranger. He steps up, gives Silverstone and Leo a slight bow, and says, "Well met, new-friends. My name is Casrian. I have concluded my affairs for the day and thought to retire early, but it would be unseemly to pass on such fine generosity. May I have the pleasure of sharing your company?"
“Please yer sure welcome. I would very much like to make some friends here, if you don’t mind a stick in the mud dwarf such as myself.” Dolmek is standing as tall as he can on his toes with his boots which puts him near 5’3.
A slight man with slightly pointed ears, and eyes that look like they are laughing at something others have missed, or a joke he has thought only to himself, steps fully into view from around a beam that partially hides some tables and a fireplace from the view of the door. He wears fine clothes that have seen better days, in a style that looks out of place. He has long hair pulled up, and he gives you all a toothsome grin.
“A birthday? A generous stranger? I am round eared and wide eyed. I cannot insult you by remaining afar, let me help you with your tab on the bar.”
So saying, the half-elf sits on the bench, almost shoulder to shoulder with the other strangers. “Fair’s fair, and I am fairer still. My name is Norr, for as long as you need it. I am one for ceremony, but low fun is fun all its own, so as long as you’re paying let’s not wait.”
Norr waves a hand at the waitress who doesn’t seem to see him through the throng. “Someone order,” he says, and turns to Silverstone. “Is your birthday one to celebrate by ferocious volume or fine vintage?”
Dolmek a little startled, slowly takes in Norr’s words, “Wine be fine, beer better, how bout some whiskey it’s my birthday an I’m feelin frisky. Norr I’m not one to forget a friendly gesture. Thank you.”
“Well met,” says Norr. On taking back his hand, the half elf shakes it out loosely. “A strong grip, but I hope for the sake of our new friend and patron’s birthday that you all have even stronger stomachs.”
Norr lowers his voice, and leans in, conspiratorially. He toys with a ring on the index finger of his left hand, turning it around and around as he speaks.
“My apologies if any of you are regulars to this establishment, but let me share with you some of my professional insight. While the drink looks fine, and the atmosphere lively, don’t hold out for haute cuisine here. Their food leaves much to be desired and, though I told them some few tricks they might employ to improve their fare, now they refuse to serve me even their thinnest soup.”
The rangy half-elf turns to the table at large. “Order us a decent meal to share and I’ll flavor it so it’s the finest food on this side of Slileigh Le Ulta, in honour of this most auspicious anniversaire.”
Leo replies "Aye, I ain't no regular, so thanks frr the head up." then he turns to Silverstone, "Aye, what's yer name?"
Leo, a Tabaxi man with a leopard fur pattern wearing red clothes with a longbow strapped to his back, has just walked into the tavern and hears this, and goes to sit next to you going "Aye! It's yer birthday? Well Happy Birthday to ya there lad! Names Leo-pard" as he reaches out to shake your hand Silverstone.
Dolmek accepts the handshake and literally is struke mute as he takes in the raw physical power in your sinewy arms and legs, as well as the paw of a hand he is shaking, “...Wow... Dolmek, me. Uh excuse me my name is Dolmek Silverstone it is indeed my birthday and I’m thrilled to make your acquaintance.”
A figure enters the tavern and approaches a table half in the shadows. The figure does not sit, but addresses someone seated there. The figure receives a copper coin and leaves.
From that corner emerges a man dressed in dark blues and grays, with a black cloak cast back from one shoulder. He has the look of a man who has just finished business and now turns his attention towards the inviting scene of a generous stranger. He steps up, gives Silverstone and Leo a slight bow, and says, "Well met, new-friends. My name is Casrian. I have concluded my affairs for the day and thought to retire early, but it would be unseemly to pass on such fine generosity. May I have the pleasure of sharing your company?"
“Please yer sure welcome. I would very much like to make some friends here, if you don’t mind a stick in the mud dwarf such as myself.” Dolmek is standing as tall as he can on his toes with his boots which puts him near 5’3.
A slight man with slightly pointed ears, and eyes that look like they are laughing at something others have missed, or a joke he has thought only to himself, steps fully into view from around a beam that partially hides some tables and a fireplace from the view of the door. He wears fine clothes that have seen better days, in a style that looks out of place. He has long hair pulled up, and he gives you all a toothsome grin.
“A birthday? A generous stranger? I am round eared and wide eyed. I cannot insult you by remaining afar, let me help you with your tab on the bar.”
So saying, the half-elf sits on the bench, almost shoulder to shoulder with the other strangers. “Fair’s fair, and I am fairer still. My name is Norr, for as long as you need it. I am one for ceremony, but low fun is fun all its own, so as long as you’re paying let’s not wait.”
Norr waves a hand at the waitress who doesn’t seem to see him through the throng. “Someone order,” he says, and turns to Silverstone. “Is your birthday one to celebrate by ferocious volume or fine vintage?”
Dolmek a little startled, slowly takes in Norr’s words, “Wine be fine, beer better, how bout some whiskey it’s my birthday an I’m feelin frisky. Norr I’m not one to forget a friendly gesture. Thank you.”
Leo replies "Aye, the same! Now frr the drinks! I've never drank here before, so I hope that it's bloody good!" He then looks around the table. "So it's Dolmek, Norr, and Casrain, right? Nice!"
Leo, a Tabaxi man with a leopard fur pattern wearing red clothes with a longbow strapped to his back, has just walked into the tavern and hears this, and goes to sit next to you going "Aye! It's yer birthday? Well Happy Birthday to ya there lad! Names Leo-pard" as he reaches out to shake your hand Silverstone.
Dolmek accepts the handshake and literally is struke mute as he takes in the raw physical power in your sinewy arms and legs, as well as the paw of a hand he is shaking, “...Wow... Dolmek, me. Uh excuse me my name is Dolmek Silverstone it is indeed my birthday and I’m thrilled to make your acquaintance.”
A figure enters the tavern and approaches a table half in the shadows. The figure does not sit, but addresses someone seated there. The figure receives a copper coin and leaves.
From that corner emerges a man dressed in dark blues and grays, with a black cloak cast back from one shoulder. He has the look of a man who has just finished business and now turns his attention towards the inviting scene of a generous stranger. He steps up, gives Silverstone and Leo a slight bow, and says, "Well met, new-friends. My name is Casrian. I have concluded my affairs for the day and thought to retire early, but it would be unseemly to pass on such fine generosity. May I have the pleasure of sharing your company?"
“Please yer sure welcome. I would very much like to make some friends here, if you don’t mind a stick in the mud dwarf such as myself.” Dolmek is standing as tall as he can on his toes with his boots which puts him near 5’3.
A slight man with slightly pointed ears, and eyes that look like they are laughing at something others have missed, or a joke he has thought only to himself, steps fully into view from around a beam that partially hides some tables and a fireplace from the view of the door. He wears fine clothes that have seen better days, in a style that looks out of place. He has long hair pulled up, and he gives you all a toothsome grin.
“A birthday? A generous stranger? I am round eared and wide eyed. I cannot insult you by remaining afar, let me help you with your tab on the bar.”
So saying, the half-elf sits on the bench, almost shoulder to shoulder with the other strangers. “Fair’s fair, and I am fairer still. My name is Norr, for as long as you need it. I am one for ceremony, but low fun is fun all its own, so as long as you’re paying let’s not wait.”
Norr waves a hand at the waitress who doesn’t seem to see him through the throng. “Someone order,” he says, and turns to Silverstone. “Is your birthday one to celebrate by ferocious volume or fine vintage?”
Dolmek a little startled, slowly takes in Norr’s words, “Wine be fine, beer better, how bout some whiskey it’s my birthday an I’m feelin frisky. Norr I’m not one to forget a friendly gesture. Thank you.”
Leo replies "Aye, the same! Now frr the drinks! I've never drank here before, so I hope that it's bloody good!" He then looks around the table. "So it's Dolmek, Norr, and Casrain, right? Nice!"
Norr inclines his head.
“And Leo makes four. Where I come from, five is better for drinking, but for now perhaps Dolmek can manage two.”
The mugs the tavern woman left brim with a dark, amber ale. Norr shows the face of his ring to Dolmek’s closest drink. “Whiskey, was it?”
Norr hesitates. “Hmm. I’m not sure how the folk here might feel about Fey methods of seasoning.” Norr grins. “In for a copper, in for a gold.”
He casts Prestidigitation on the tankard to flavour it like smooth, 30 year aged, oak-matured malt whiskey.
Dolmek’s eyes widen in surprise, he would never have imagined this drink in this establishment. “Perfection- you’ve made my day, Norr. Amazing! Now bread cheese and pork let’s eat.”
Silverstone’s ordering food and drink enough for a dozen people. He will attempt to invite whomever looks like promising company to come eat and drink today of all days is his birthday. (12gp if that’s enough)
A bright faced human in simple robes approaches your table. Until just now, he appeared to be talking to a group of two travelers. He asks: "May I join this group too? I love a good drink."
Leo, a Tabaxi man with a leopard fur pattern wearing red clothes with a longbow strapped to his back, has just walked into the tavern and hears this, and goes to sit next to you going "Aye! It's yer birthday? Well Happy Birthday to ya there lad! Names Leo-pard" as he reaches out to shake your hand Silverstone.
Dolmek accepts the handshake and literally is struke mute as he takes in the raw physical power in your sinewy arms and legs, as well as the paw of a hand he is shaking, “...Wow... Dolmek, me. Uh excuse me my name is Dolmek Silverstone it is indeed my birthday and I’m thrilled to make your acquaintance.”
A figure enters the tavern and approaches a table half in the shadows. The figure does not sit, but addresses someone seated there. The figure receives a copper coin and leaves.
From that corner emerges a man dressed in dark blues and grays, with a black cloak cast back from one shoulder. He has the look of a man who has just finished business and now turns his attention towards the inviting scene of a generous stranger. He steps up, gives Silverstone and Leo a slight bow, and says, "Well met, new-friends. My name is Casrian. I have concluded my affairs for the day and thought to retire early, but it would be unseemly to pass on such fine generosity. May I have the pleasure of sharing your company?"
“Please yer sure welcome. I would very much like to make some friends here, if you don’t mind a stick in the mud dwarf such as myself.” Dolmek is standing as tall as he can on his toes with his boots which puts him near 5’3.
A slight man with slightly pointed ears, and eyes that look like they are laughing at something others have missed, or a joke he has thought only to himself, steps fully into view from around a beam that partially hides some tables and a fireplace from the view of the door. He wears fine clothes that have seen better days, in a style that looks out of place. He has long hair pulled up, and he gives you all a toothsome grin.
“A birthday? A generous stranger? I am round eared and wide eyed. I cannot insult you by remaining afar, let me help you with your tab on the bar.”
So saying, the half-elf sits on the bench, almost shoulder to shoulder with the other strangers. “Fair’s fair, and I am fairer still. My name is Norr, for as long as you need it. I am one for ceremony, but low fun is fun all its own, so as long as you’re paying let’s not wait.”
Norr waves a hand at the waitress who doesn’t seem to see him through the throng. “Someone order,” he says, and turns to Silverstone. “Is your birthday one to celebrate by ferocious volume or fine vintage?”
Dolmek a little startled, slowly takes in Norr’s words, “Wine be fine, beer better, how bout some whiskey it’s my birthday an I’m feelin frisky. Norr I’m not one to forget a friendly gesture. Thank you.”
Leo replies "Aye, the same! Now frr the drinks! I've never drank here before, so I hope that it's bloody good!" He then looks around the table. "So it's Dolmek, Norr, and Casrain, right? Nice!"
Norr inclines his head.
“And Leo makes four. Where I come from, five is better for drinking, but for now perhaps Dolmek can manage two.”
The mugs the tavern woman left brim with a dark, amber ale. Norr shows the face of his ring to Dolmek’s closest drink. “Whiskey, was it?”
Norr hesitates. “Hmm. I’m not sure how the folk here might feel about Fey methods of seasoning.” Norr grins. “In for a copper, in for a gold.”
He casts Prestidigitation on the tankard to flavour it like smooth, 30 year aged, oak-matured malt whiskey.
Leo sees this and asks him "Aye, looks fancy! Could ye do it to my drink please?"
Dolmek’s eyes widen in surprise, he would never have imagined this drink in this establishment. “Perfection- you’ve made my day, Norr. Amazing! Now bread cheese and pork let’s eat.”
Leo then agrees "Aye, let's eat, and let us toast to Dolmek's Birthday! Aye, I've never celebrated someone else's birthday before, this is bloody fun!" he says raising his glass
You all meet in a tavern called the Stone's Giant in a city known as Slileigh Le Ulta(don't question the names).
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Silverstone’s ordering food and drink enough for a dozen people. He will attempt to invite whomever looks like promising company to come eat and drink today of all days is his birthday. (12gp if that’s enough)
persuasion 17
Leo, a Tabaxi man with a leopard fur pattern wearing red clothes with a longbow strapped to his back, has just walked into the tavern and hears this, and goes to sit next to you going "Aye! It's yer birthday? Well Happy Birthday to ya there lad! Names Leo-pard" as he reaches out to shake your hand Silverstone.
A figure enters the tavern and approaches a table half in the shadows. The figure does not sit, but addresses someone seated there. The figure receives a copper coin and leaves.
From that corner emerges a man dressed in dark blues and grays, with a black cloak cast back from one shoulder. He has the look of a man who has just finished business and now turns his attention towards the inviting scene of a generous stranger. He steps up, gives Silverstone and Leo a slight bow, and says, "Well met, new-friends. My name is Casrian. I have concluded my affairs for the day and thought to retire early, but it would be unseemly to pass on such fine generosity. May I have the pleasure of sharing your company?"
"Aye, that be alright with me, what say you, birthday boy?"
A slight man with slightly pointed ears, and eyes that look like they are laughing at something others have missed, or a joke he has thought only to himself, steps fully into view from around a beam that partially hides some tables and a fireplace from the view of the door. He wears fine clothes that have seen better days, in a style that looks out of place. He has long hair pulled up, and he gives you all a toothsome grin.
“A birthday? A generous stranger? I am round eared and wide eyed. I cannot insult you by watching on from afar, instead I will help you to drink through the bar.”
So saying, the half-elf sits on the bench, almost shoulder to shoulder with the other strangers. “Fair’s fair, and I am fairer still. My name is Norr, for as long as you need it. I am one for ceremony, but low fun is fun all its own, so as long as you’re paying let’s not wait.”
Norr waves a hand at the waitress who doesn’t seem to see him through the throng. “Someone order,” he says, and turns to Silverstone. “Is your birthday one to celebrate by ferocious volume or fine vintage?”
"Aye, greetings Norr!" Leo says as he grips your hand to shake it. "My name is Leo! I be new around these here parts, and I'm glad that I came here as a first stop! Y'all seem like kindly folk!" he says looking at all of you.
“Well met,” says Norr. On taking back his hand, the half elf shakes it out loosely. “A strong grip, but I hope for the sake of our new friend and patron’s birthday that you all have even stronger stomachs.”
Norr lowers his voice, and leans in, conspiratorially. He toys with a ring on the index finger of his left hand, turning it around and around as he speaks.
“My apologies if any of you are regulars to this establishment, but let me share with you some of my professional insight. While the drink looks fine, and the atmosphere lively, don’t hold out for haute cuisine here. Their food leaves much to be desired and, though I told them some few tricks they might employ to improve their fare, now they refuse to serve me even their thinnest soup (and that’s a bowl from a pot full of air).”
The rangy half-elf turns to the table at large. “Order us a decent meal to share and I’ll flavor it so it’s the finest food on this side of Slileigh Le Ulta, in honour of this most auspicious anniversaire.”
Dolmek accepts the handshake and literally is struke mute as he takes in the raw physical power in your sinewy arms and legs, as well as the paw of a hand he is shaking, “...Wow... Dolmek, me. Uh excuse me my name is Dolmek Silverstone it is indeed my birthday and I’m thrilled to make your acquaintance.”
“Please yer sure welcome. I would very much like to make some friends here, if you don’t mind a stick in the mud dwarf such as myself.” Dolmek is standing as tall as he can on his toes with his boots which puts him near 5’3.
Dolmek a little startled, slowly takes in Norr’s words, “Wine be fine, beer better, how bout some whiskey it’s my birthday an I’m feelin frisky. Norr I’m not one to forget a friendly gesture. Thank you.”
Leo replies "Aye, I ain't no regular, so thanks frr the head up." then he turns to Silverstone, "Aye, what's yer name?"
Leo replies "Aye, the same! Now frr the drinks! I've never drank here before, so I hope that it's bloody good!" He then looks around the table. "So it's Dolmek, Norr, and Casrain, right? Nice!"
Norr inclines his head.
“And Leo makes four. Where I come from, five is better for drinking, but for now perhaps Dolmek can manage two.”
The mugs the tavern woman left brim with a dark, amber ale. Norr shows the face of his ring to Dolmek’s closest drink. “Whiskey, was it?”
Norr hesitates. “Hmm. I’m not sure how the folk here might feel about Fey methods of seasoning.” Norr grins. “In for a copper, in for a gold.”
He casts Prestidigitation on the tankard to flavour it like smooth, 30 year aged, oak-matured malt whiskey.
Dolmek’s eyes widen in surprise, he would never have imagined this drink in this establishment. “Perfection- you’ve made my day, Norr. Amazing! Now bread cheese and pork let’s eat.”
The bartender looks a little bit flustered, but hands over 12 mugs of ale and some decent food. That'll be 84 sp (8.4 gp)
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
A bright faced human in simple robes approaches your table. Until just now, he appeared to be talking to a group of two travelers. He asks: "May I join this group too? I love a good drink."
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Leo replies, "Aye, come on over!"
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Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
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Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Leo sees this and asks him "Aye, looks fancy! Could ye do it to my drink please?"
Leo then agrees "Aye, let's eat, and let us toast to Dolmek's Birthday! Aye, I've never celebrated someone else's birthday before, this is bloody fun!" he says raising his glass
Same reply regardless
Okay, great.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian