Well, this person seemed nice enough. "Well, um. I'm looking for a job too, so I--um," She starts to respond nervously just before the dwarf interrupts her. She glances towards him. A party? But she had only just met them. Did this man think she knows this halfling? "Escort mission?" She asks, "I-I don't have a horse. Is-is that required?" She glances back at Tristan as she is unsure of what to do.
The dwarf gives a half nod, seeming a bit uncertain himself.
"Probably, yeah. Guy can barely walk anymore. You two know what the wasting is, right? Ever dealt with it?" he asks, looking mostly curiously at Tristan as he asks that question.
(Roll me arcana or history to see what your characters know.)
---
The guy gives a slight snicker at those words, seemingly at least a little bit of goodwill won back.
"Alright, Rick," he says, still rather pointedly. "I guess someone's got to welcome you to town," he starts, and it's the halfling who gestures him to take a seat.
"We're not playing big games though, just having fun," he says, pointedly looking at the bag Slick was still holding. "Where you from?"
The dwarf gives a half nod, seeming a bit uncertain himself.
"Probably, yeah. Guy can barely walk anymore. You two know what the wasting is, right? Ever dealt with it?" he asks, looking mostly curiously at Tristan as he asks that question.
(Roll me arcana or history to see what your characters know.)
---
The guy gives a slight snicker at those words, seemingly at least a little bit of goodwill won back.
"Alright, Rick," he says, still rather pointedly. "I guess someone's got to welcome you to town," he starts, and it's the halfling who gestures him to take a seat.
"We're not playing big games though, just having fun," he says, pointedly looking at the bag Slick was still holding. "Where you from?"
Rick gets a few victorious grins from the trio, even as he notices how this time they're only putting copper coins on the table for the next game's bet- It was just a bit more than that before he joined. They are very much watching intently for any kind of foul play, even if he's now invited to the game.
"I see. Gotta travel the world, right? So how long do you think you'll hang around this little shithole of ours?"
"We're playing hearts," the half-elf briefly interjects. "You know how to play, right?"
"Right, apologies- This fella here is Merill. Halfling is Brokk. They call me Zed."
Rick also hears what seems to be commotion rising up outside. The half-elf seems to notice this as well, but chooses to ignore this for now.
---
Nuria, having lived a "sheltered" upbringing, has never quite heard the details about the wasting, only that it seems to be somehow related to death.
Tristan, however, remembers a coincidental tale another goblin told her one day when they found a statue of an elf overgrown by a tree in the woods. At the time she was sure they must have been yanking her tail when she was told that some races when they get too old, will start suffering from what most species call "the wasting". Chipper and spry one day, and the next first their toes and fingers begin turning to stone, then give it another week or two and they're a whole statue. But apparently, you need to be "really, really old", to quote her friend, so it only really happens to elves, gnomes, and dwarves. Usually.
Tuck, sensing a possibility of finding new info, quickly picks up his pace to follow the new librarian, Gustaf. He notes with some excitement that they are heading back, towards what appears to be the older section, if his new-found sense of he sorting system is accurate. Perhsp these tomes will be more illuminating, he thinks to himself, his eye drinking in the welcome sight of all these older documents, their dusty pages likely filled with all sorts of interesting tidbits and written treasures to uncover. To Gustaf, he mentions, quietly as they walk, "I almost envy you. Were it not for my wanderlust feet and need to stick my nose where I probably shouldn't, I would think you have the perfect occupation - surrounded each day with such literary gold. You are a lucky man, indeed. And a lovely location, to boot. I bet a library as fine as this holds it's share of secrets. To be their guardian, as such, is an impressive undertaking, especially for one so young."
He leans closer as they walk, and speaks softer, almost conspiratorially in an effort to goad Gustaf into revealing more. "...Of course, I suppose they haven't shown you the really secret, valuable stuff yet. They probably don't realize how smart and observant you really are - people like us are always underestimated and under-appreciated. I bet you know more about this place then they think you do, huh? By the way, most folks know me as Tucker Thornbrush - but my friends - and only my friends - call me Tuck."
Nuria starts to scuff one toe on the floor as she responds. "I-I Just know it's bad. I don't really know what it is though." She glances at Tristan, then back at the dwarf. She's not really sure what she has just got herself into, but she can't turn tail and run now. Could she? No. She is trying to start over. But, an escort? She has no formal training with anything, all she really knows how to do is survive.
Breldo, at the very least curious, approaches the docks in the distance. As he gets closer, he's noting that all the attention is decisively toward the ocean. Gazing out himself, in the distance, he sees a... Ship?
(Roll perception.)
---
Gustaf gives a big grin backward toward Tuck, the halfling coming to realize that he's been awfully quiet so far. Hard to say if he's just, well, quiet, or actually mute, and they might have crossed the threshold where it is still socially acceptable to ask. Still, it doesn't take long for Gustaf to guide him all the way to the back, opening a door to a small, separate room, a thin shedding of dust escaping the pitch-black room. Luckily, he answers Tucker's silent question by finally speaking, even his voice sounds kind of hoarse- Either sick, or doesn't talk much at all.
"Careful in here, some of these tomes are old enough they might fall apart at a light touch. Caress them as if they were your lover. Now, I remember there being a book here about Elven settlements in the tenth age... Look for something along those lines."
"Yeah," the dwarf nods grimly. "Elf by the name of Pallen recently started wasting away," he starts, deciding to elaborate a bit more for Nuria's benefit. "Races like ours, once we get past the age of two hundred, I... I don't know the science, really, but whereas most races die of old age, they get some kind of sickness. Slowly start turning to stone, usually starting from the extremities and working its way in. His feet are already cinders, so walking's gotten very difficult," he nods, gravely.
"Hence I'm saying you'd probably need a cart, or a mount at least, to carry him. Usually, elves when they start wasting away look to... Most of them think it's shameful to be turned to stone, I think. Something about how the soul can't pass on if you don't die a natural death," he says, offering a hand gesture suggesting he doesn't really believe in all that superstitious stuff.
"But while I don't know his reason, he wants to travel somewhere first. I'd presume a family grave, or something. Given the urgency and the rather macabre setting, he's paying very handsomely, though. Handsomely when you consider it should only be a few days traveling at least."
---
The trio don't seem to react to Rick putting down silvers instead, the halfling begins to deal the cards. Although all three of them peek up slightly at the question, the half-elf shrugging.
"There's a fair bit of noise, yeah. I'm not hearing any panicked screaming or anything, though, so I don't think it's anything serious."
"Maybe they're doing a big sale?"
"Ah, yes. Because if there's one thing this city is missing, it's more cheap fish."
While there's clearly some curiosity, neither of the three seems curious enough to actually go outside and figure out what's happening.
Nuria's eyes widen slightly at the dwarf's explanation, "Oh! That-That's awful!" She glances back at Tristan then looks back at the dwarf, "Well, if-uh, Mr. Pallen is willing to pay so much for protection, perhaps he could spare some of his coin for a wagon?" She's assuming the dwarf was about to say this elf may be looking to end his life. While, she doesn't wish to help him do so, she does understand that he may also simply wish to see what is left of his family, whether they be dead or alive. She would feel the same way if she had a family of her own.
"If he can buy his own wagon, I do not see a reason why we cannot take this job." Realizing she impulsively suggested they both could take the job, Nuria stops scuffing the floor with her toe and looks down at Tristan, fiddling with her cloak as she does so. "I-If you want to anyway."
Nuria's eyes widen slightly at the dwarf's explanation, "Oh! That-That's awful!" She glances back at Tristan then looks back at the dwarf, "Well, if-uh, Mr. Pallen is willing to pay so much for protection, perhaps he could spare some of his coin for a wagon?" She's assuming the dwarf was about to say this elf may be looking to end his life. While, she doesn't wish to help him do so, she does understand that he may also simply wish to see what is left of his family, whether they be dead or alive. She would feel the same way if she had a family of her own.
"If he can buy his own wagon, I do not see a reason why we cannot take this job." Realizing she impulsively suggested they both could take the job, Nuria stops scuffing the floor with her toe and looks down at Tristan, fiddling with her cloak as she does so. "I-If you want to anyway."
"I... I'd like to do that too" (This 'Nuria' seems to be new to adventuring too, but she hopes that this could lead her to adventurers that could give her the answers that she's looking for)
A slight, nervous smile touches the girls lips. This stranger was really willing to work with her. Gripping her cloak, she quickly turns back to the dwarf, "So, um. Where do we start?"
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It wouldn't let me add her +3 modifier to the roll, so it's actually a 13
Well, this person seemed nice enough. "Well, um. I'm looking for a job too, so I--um," She starts to respond nervously just before the dwarf interrupts her. She glances towards him. A party? But she had only just met them. Did this man think she knows this halfling? "Escort mission?" She asks, "I-I don't have a horse. Is-is that required?" She glances back at Tristan as she is unsure of what to do.
Perception: 14
Rick gives his most charming smile,
"Rick, my friends call me Slick."
The dwarf gives a half nod, seeming a bit uncertain himself.
"Probably, yeah. Guy can barely walk anymore. You two know what the wasting is, right? Ever dealt with it?" he asks, looking mostly curiously at Tristan as he asks that question.
(Roll me arcana or history to see what your characters know.)
---
The guy gives a slight snicker at those words, seemingly at least a little bit of goodwill won back.
"Alright, Rick," he says, still rather pointedly. "I guess someone's got to welcome you to town," he starts, and it's the halfling who gestures him to take a seat.
"We're not playing big games though, just having fun," he says, pointedly looking at the bag Slick was still holding. "Where you from?"
(Give me a perception check)
19
Perception: 21
"Oh, here and there. I like to see the world, enjoy what it has on offer!"
Rick says with a bit of a naselly purr.
Arcana: 4
Rick gets a few victorious grins from the trio, even as he notices how this time they're only putting copper coins on the table for the next game's bet- It was just a bit more than that before he joined. They are very much watching intently for any kind of foul play, even if he's now invited to the game.
"I see. Gotta travel the world, right? So how long do you think you'll hang around this little shithole of ours?"
"We're playing hearts," the half-elf briefly interjects. "You know how to play, right?"
"Right, apologies- This fella here is Merill. Halfling is Brokk. They call me Zed."
Rick also hears what seems to be commotion rising up outside. The half-elf seems to notice this as well, but chooses to ignore this for now.
---
Nuria, having lived a "sheltered" upbringing, has never quite heard the details about the wasting, only that it seems to be somehow related to death.
Tristan, however, remembers a coincidental tale another goblin told her one day when they found a statue of an elf overgrown by a tree in the woods. At the time she was sure they must have been yanking her tail when she was told that some races when they get too old, will start suffering from what most species call "the wasting". Chipper and spry one day, and the next first their toes and fingers begin turning to stone, then give it another week or two and they're a whole statue. But apparently, you need to be "really, really old", to quote her friend, so it only really happens to elves, gnomes, and dwarves. Usually.
"Oh... the Wasting... I've heard of that... is.. this why there's a need to 'escort' this person?"
Breldo will saunter casually towards the docks and the ruckus.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Tuck, sensing a possibility of finding new info, quickly picks up his pace to follow the new librarian, Gustaf. He notes with some excitement that they are heading back, towards what appears to be the older section, if his new-found sense of he sorting system is accurate. Perhsp these tomes will be more illuminating, he thinks to himself, his eye drinking in the welcome sight of all these older documents, their dusty pages likely filled with all sorts of interesting tidbits and written treasures to uncover. To Gustaf, he mentions, quietly as they walk, "I almost envy you. Were it not for my wanderlust feet and need to stick my nose where I probably shouldn't, I would think you have the perfect occupation - surrounded each day with such literary gold. You are a lucky man, indeed. And a lovely location, to boot. I bet a library as fine as this holds it's share of secrets. To be their guardian, as such, is an impressive undertaking, especially for one so young."
He leans closer as they walk, and speaks softer, almost conspiratorially in an effort to goad Gustaf into revealing more. "...Of course, I suppose they haven't shown you the really secret, valuable stuff yet. They probably don't realize how smart and observant you really are - people like us are always underestimated and under-appreciated. I bet you know more about this place then they think you do, huh? By the way, most folks know me as Tucker Thornbrush - but my friends - and only my friends - call me Tuck."
If your boyfriend asks you to join his game, he really likes you ... and also, he needs a healer.
Nuria starts to scuff one toe on the floor as she responds. "I-I Just know it's bad. I don't really know what it is though." She glances at Tristan, then back at the dwarf. She's not really sure what she has just got herself into, but she can't turn tail and run now. Could she? No. She is trying to start over. But, an escort? She has no formal training with anything, all she really knows how to do is survive.
Breldo, at the very least curious, approaches the docks in the distance. As he gets closer, he's noting that all the attention is decisively toward the ocean. Gazing out himself, in the distance, he sees a... Ship?
(Roll perception.)
---
Gustaf gives a big grin backward toward Tuck, the halfling coming to realize that he's been awfully quiet so far. Hard to say if he's just, well, quiet, or actually mute, and they might have crossed the threshold where it is still socially acceptable to ask. Still, it doesn't take long for Gustaf to guide him all the way to the back, opening a door to a small, separate room, a thin shedding of dust escaping the pitch-black room. Luckily, he answers Tucker's silent question by finally speaking, even his voice sounds kind of hoarse- Either sick, or doesn't talk much at all.
"Careful in here, some of these tomes are old enough they might fall apart at a light touch. Caress them as if they were your lover. Now, I remember there being a book here about Elven settlements in the tenth age... Look for something along those lines."
SR digs out two silver worth of coppers from an armpit and sets them in front of him,
"Helllllo fellows. Yes, Hearts is always nice!"
He scratches absently and sniffs,
"Dunno how long I'll be about. Depends on what there is do!"
He cocks his good ear towards the ruckus,
"Anything to be concerned about?"
"Yeah," the dwarf nods grimly. "Elf by the name of Pallen recently started wasting away," he starts, deciding to elaborate a bit more for Nuria's benefit. "Races like ours, once we get past the age of two hundred, I... I don't know the science, really, but whereas most races die of old age, they get some kind of sickness. Slowly start turning to stone, usually starting from the extremities and working its way in. His feet are already cinders, so walking's gotten very difficult," he nods, gravely.
"Hence I'm saying you'd probably need a cart, or a mount at least, to carry him. Usually, elves when they start wasting away look to... Most of them think it's shameful to be turned to stone, I think. Something about how the soul can't pass on if you don't die a natural death," he says, offering a hand gesture suggesting he doesn't really believe in all that superstitious stuff.
"But while I don't know his reason, he wants to travel somewhere first. I'd presume a family grave, or something. Given the urgency and the rather macabre setting, he's paying very handsomely, though. Handsomely when you consider it should only be a few days traveling at least."
---
The trio don't seem to react to Rick putting down silvers instead, the halfling begins to deal the cards. Although all three of them peek up slightly at the question, the half-elf shrugging.
"There's a fair bit of noise, yeah. I'm not hearing any panicked screaming or anything, though, so I don't think it's anything serious."
"Maybe they're doing a big sale?"
"Ah, yes. Because if there's one thing this city is missing, it's more cheap fish."
While there's clearly some curiosity, neither of the three seems curious enough to actually go outside and figure out what's happening.
Nuria's eyes widen slightly at the dwarf's explanation, "Oh! That-That's awful!" She glances back at Tristan then looks back at the dwarf, "Well, if-uh, Mr. Pallen is willing to pay so much for protection, perhaps he could spare some of his coin for a wagon?" She's assuming the dwarf was about to say this elf may be looking to end his life. While, she doesn't wish to help him do so, she does understand that he may also simply wish to see what is left of his family, whether they be dead or alive. She would feel the same way if she had a family of her own.
"If he can buy his own wagon, I do not see a reason why we cannot take this job." Realizing she impulsively suggested they both could take the job, Nuria stops scuffing the floor with her toe and looks down at Tristan, fiddling with her cloak as she does so. "I-If you want to anyway."
"I... I'd like to do that too" (This 'Nuria' seems to be new to adventuring too, but she hopes that this could lead her to adventurers that could give her the answers that she's looking for)
A slight, nervous smile touches the girls lips. This stranger was really willing to work with her. Gripping her cloak, she quickly turns back to the dwarf, "So, um. Where do we start?"
Breldo Perception: 16
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Khond Investigation: 5
Active Characters:
Ernos, Tiefling Warlock in Tests and Trials | Khond Stardancer, Centaur Rogue in The Forgotten Wish | Blumeria "Bolt" Sirgula, Dragonborn Fighter/Sorcerer in Forged In Chaos