Approaching the estate appears to be a human man. He has dark short hair that is left in a more untamed style, and has a fair amount of stubble. He stands a little over five and a half feet tall and is wearing clothes, common more commonly seen on the working class members of the town. He has strapped to his side in a well cleaned leather scabbard a shortsword which appears to be polished to a high standard; better than how the man keeps himself.
He strides with purpose as he arrives at the guild grounds, making sure not to be too brash, but not shying away either. He keeps his left hand casually resting upon the pommel of his blade as he makes his way into the courtyard, giving a knowing nod to the guards as he arrives. He then takes his place around the middle of the yard, inspecting the area with a critical stare while awaiting to see whom else will be arriving to answer Lord Hightower's call.
If there is any attendants around, he approaches them. "Excuse me." he says in a gruff tone. "I hear this is where one would speak with Lord Hightower about his latest recruitment drive. Could you direct me to where I should wait."
He seems to be attempting a more upper class tone, but isn't used to it. This is definitely not someone born with a silver spoon.
Alan Quatermain stepped through the iron gate that was the entrance to the adventurer's guild. He looked around and saw a well-manicured lawn and quality stables.
This is lovely. So this is what being a famous adventurer for a few decades can get, eh? I can get behind that.
The sandy-haired human made his way toward the large manor doors, smiling at everyone he saw. He was a tall man and his hair fell neatly around his shoulders. The rapier at his hip was new and looked like it had never been used, along with the shield strapped to his back. The chain mail he wore was likewise free of scratches.The crossbow on his other hip, however, was obviously a well-cared-for tool that was used often. He saw another human standing in the yard and stopped by, smile in place.
"Well hello there! Alan Quatermain." The smiling man said, extending his hand toward the other. "I assume you're here for the League, eh? Fantastic! Meeting Lord Hightower will be quite an event, I imagine. I've never seen him before, but I bet he's tall with a strong build - long blonde hair, maybe. He's probably quite the dashing figure, what with so much fame. And the wealth! This place is fabulous. That's what we're all here for in the end, eh? Ah, it's lovely. I don't know if I could ever retire, though. Maybe I'll make my own League like him some day!" Alan said jovially, continuing to talk to the man in front of him.
A smiling man walks through the gates, casually munching a red apple. He is lithe, reasonably tall, and has short brown hair with a short beard. His leather armour, dark leggings and maroon shirt are clean and of better than average quality. A rapier sword rests on one hip, and a small hand crossbow on the other. A pack sits on his back with an ivory flute strapped to it.
He sees the men who already stand in the courtyard and approaches them with a friendly grin.
Ah, seems I am not the only aspiring new member today. I had better join the queue. Perhaps I will be writing a poem about these gentlemen one day. Let's hope it is not a eulogy! They look decent enough...
"Good morning, friends! The name's Taman. Hell of a day to become an adventurer!"
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Taman Bharr - Human Bard - League of Improbable Adventurers
"Taman! Good man! Alan Quatermain! I have been an adventurer for some time, but it's not every day you get to meet Lord Hightower himself! Let alone join a team of his making! I'm sure I could teach you how to use the crossbow of yours, if given the chance. A solid weapon for an adventurer!" Alan said boisterously at he arrival of the newcomer. He was completely oblivious to any condescension that may have been picked up in his tone and thought himself a magnanimous and friendly man.
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Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10) League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
The man looks towards Alan's outstretched arm. After a couple of seconds of contemplation he hesitantly holds out his hand to shake. "Arynn." He replies simply. "It's a bit grander than I thought it would be though." He then looks to the third member approaching them, eyeing the weaponry openly displayed. "Well Taman, I'm Arynn and this is Alan." Arynn looks fairly out of place between the two well dressed gents in their armour and with their fancy weaponry. He begins to wonder whether this was the best idea to do...
Exiting the manor a fair haired middle aged man with a black tuxedo with a white shirt looks around and sees the currently assembled people (think Alfred from Batman). He sniffs disdainfully and walks over purposefully to the three of you. In a accented and very highbrow voice he speaks. "Lord Hightower is currently indisposed. Feel free to wait either here or in the great-hall of the manor. Finger foods and beverages have been provided to make your wait more...." at this he pauses making it very clear he does not look at any of you as worth his time, "....enjoyable. If you have need of anything just let me know. My name is Harold."
As he finished speaking he turns and begins to walk back towards the manor door.
In the distance you can also hear the ringing of a hammer on an anvil coming from the forge.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"Thanks, Harold!" Alan said enthusiastically, completely oblivious of the disdain Harold had been making clear. "I'm a fan of food and drinks. Let's head inside, fellas."
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Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10) League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
This one seems very confident. Well I'll pander to it. Always give the crowd what they want. Besides he could be the only thing between me and a bugbear one day.
"Ah, forgive me Alan - I should have intuited your experience from your marvellous armour and heroic countenance! And that's a kind offer! It is good to make the company of a veteran. Yes I am excited about meeting the famous Lord Hightower too. I hope to feature him in a book I will be writing..."
He turns to Arynn and shakes his hand also.
"And Arynn. Fantastic to meet you. I wager I'll be writing a chapter or two about your good self!"
Taman nods in recognition of Harold's announcement then joins Alan in thanking Harold and following him into the building.
A man cautiously enters the courtyard of the guild. He appears to be to far too old for the type of work expected by an adventurer. He is dressed in chain-mail with a longsword and well-crafted shield on his back. His skin is weather-beaten, and his wiry grey hair is unkempt. He is well-dressed, and surprisingly spry, despite his apparently age.
He notes the group already gathering and approaches, "Good day to you all"His voice is gravelly, but commanding. "Redmond Talnor. Pleasure to mean you." He approaches each member of the group that has gathered and shakes their hands. His manner appears polite, though perhaps out of practice. "Any word from Lord Hightower yet?"
Arriving after days of travel, Fargrim Ironfist finally arrives at his destination. In the distance he hears the familiar sound of a smiths forge, but rather than investigate he approaches his soon to be compatriots and a rather overdressed human servent.
At 4'3", you wouldn't figure him all that imposing, but his stocky dwarven build screams strength, and the horrible scar which adorns the left side of his face says that he is no stranger to battle. Also in testament of this is the battles and shield strapped to his back. The shield is especially noticable... dwarven steel with a gold etching displaying crossed battleaxes above a gauntlet.
He approaches the gathered strangers. "I am Fargrim of clan Ironfist. I too have come at seeking Lord Hightower. Did I hear talk of drink?"
"Hey there, Redmond! We're just heading into the manor to wait for him. Come get some snacks. Need any help?" Alan said with a big smile on his face.
"Oh, hey there! I didn't see you down there. Another veteran! Fantastic! Alan Quatermain. There are drinks inside. Come on." He said as he noticed the dwarf.
Harold enters the building and disappears down a hallway towards what could be assumed are kitchens. Inside you see a large room with a table set against the southernmost wall lined with a variety of foods and beverages. Multiple cushioned chairs lined the walls and a table with oak chairs sat near the center of the room with enough seats for 20 people. In the western corner is a wooden staircase leading up to a large, intricately decorated door that is closed.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Alan went straight to the food tables and started loading up a plate with all sorts of foods, temporarily forgetting that there were other people in the room at the sight of the foreign delicacies.
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Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10) League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Taman enthusiastically offers his hand to the newcomers in turn.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Redmond. The name's Taman."
"And you also, Fargrim Ironfist. Taman Bharr."
While doing so he takes a mental note of the structure's layout that he can see. He then discretely looks for any peep holes that may be around the room as he paces with his hands behind his back, gently humming a tune.
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Taman Bharr - Human Bard - League of Improbable Adventurers
Fargrim shakes the offered hands, responding in kind to his newly met colleagues. "Aye. And to meet you to, Taman."
Fargrim turns again to Redmond, "It's good to see another veteran. I was concerned there wouldn't be many seasoned warriors among this crew." He gently strokes at his silvering, well braided beard, it's coloring belying an age which would be considered ancient by human standards.
"Lets see what type of brew this human city can provide. I've yet to find one to match the techniques of the my home hearth, but I'll be damned if I dont try."
He makes a beeline for the refreshments, only stopping by the tables to grab a turkey leg in his quest for spirits.
"It looks like a might have misjudged out host. Check out this marvelous brew..."
Fargrim takes a large swig of the brew from a nearby goblet. A look of pleasure washes over his scarred face as the flavor hits his palate, the reminder of home filling him at first with a bittersweet melancholy, but then a subtle change overtook him, his expression souring noticeably as he absent mindedly rubbed his scar, filled with memories of battles past.
Pulling himself out of his reveries, he exclaimed to the group "An ale of this quality can't be enjoyed alone!", and began pouring goblets for the rest of the gathered adventurers, handing them out one by one while devouring what was left of his turkey leg.
You see a well decorated room and are pretty sure there is nothing untoward present. Other than a hallway to the south and the stairs in the corner as well as a few windows there seems to be no other ways to enter or view the room.
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
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Approaching the estate appears to be a human man. He has dark short hair that is left in a more untamed style, and has a fair amount of stubble. He stands a little over five and a half feet tall and is wearing clothes, common more commonly seen on the working class members of the town. He has strapped to his side in a well cleaned leather scabbard a shortsword which appears to be polished to a high standard; better than how the man keeps himself.
He strides with purpose as he arrives at the guild grounds, making sure not to be too brash, but not shying away either. He keeps his left hand casually resting upon the pommel of his blade as he makes his way into the courtyard, giving a knowing nod to the guards as he arrives. He then takes his place around the middle of the yard, inspecting the area with a critical stare while awaiting to see whom else will be arriving to answer Lord Hightower's call.
If there is any attendants around, he approaches them. "Excuse me." he says in a gruff tone. "I hear this is where one would speak with Lord Hightower about his latest recruitment drive. Could you direct me to where I should wait."
He seems to be attempting a more upper class tone, but isn't used to it. This is definitely not someone born with a silver spoon.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Alan Quatermain stepped through the iron gate that was the entrance to the adventurer's guild. He looked around and saw a well-manicured lawn and quality stables.
This is lovely. So this is what being a famous adventurer for a few decades can get, eh? I can get behind that.
The sandy-haired human made his way toward the large manor doors, smiling at everyone he saw. He was a tall man and his hair fell neatly around his shoulders. The rapier at his hip was new and looked like it had never been used, along with the shield strapped to his back. The chain mail he wore was likewise free of scratches.The crossbow on his other hip, however, was obviously a well-cared-for tool that was used often. He saw another human standing in the yard and stopped by, smile in place.
"Well hello there! Alan Quatermain." The smiling man said, extending his hand toward the other. "I assume you're here for the League, eh? Fantastic! Meeting Lord Hightower will be quite an event, I imagine. I've never seen him before, but I bet he's tall with a strong build - long blonde hair, maybe. He's probably quite the dashing figure, what with so much fame. And the wealth! This place is fabulous. That's what we're all here for in the end, eh? Ah, it's lovely. I don't know if I could ever retire, though. Maybe I'll make my own League like him some day!" Alan said jovially, continuing to talk to the man in front of him.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
A smiling man walks through the gates, casually munching a red apple. He is lithe, reasonably tall, and has short brown hair with a short beard. His leather armour, dark leggings and maroon shirt are clean and of better than average quality. A rapier sword rests on one hip, and a small hand crossbow on the other. A pack sits on his back with an ivory flute strapped to it.
He sees the men who already stand in the courtyard and approaches them with a friendly grin.
Ah, seems I am not the only aspiring new member today. I had better join the queue. Perhaps I will be writing a poem about these gentlemen one day. Let's hope it is not a eulogy! They look decent enough...
"Good morning, friends! The name's Taman. Hell of a day to become an adventurer!"
Taman Bharr - Human Bard - League of Improbable Adventurers
"Taman! Good man! Alan Quatermain! I have been an adventurer for some time, but it's not every day you get to meet Lord Hightower himself! Let alone join a team of his making! I'm sure I could teach you how to use the crossbow of yours, if given the chance. A solid weapon for an adventurer!" Alan said boisterously at he arrival of the newcomer. He was completely oblivious to any condescension that may have been picked up in his tone and thought himself a magnanimous and friendly man.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
The man looks towards Alan's outstretched arm. After a couple of seconds of contemplation he hesitantly holds out his hand to shake. "Arynn." He replies simply. "It's a bit grander than I thought it would be though." He then looks to the third member approaching them, eyeing the weaponry openly displayed. "Well Taman, I'm Arynn and this is Alan." Arynn looks fairly out of place between the two well dressed gents in their armour and with their fancy weaponry. He begins to wonder whether this was the best idea to do...
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Exiting the manor a fair haired middle aged man with a black tuxedo with a white shirt looks around and sees the currently assembled people (think Alfred from Batman). He sniffs disdainfully and walks over purposefully to the three of you. In a accented and very highbrow voice he speaks. "Lord Hightower is currently indisposed. Feel free to wait either here or in the great-hall of the manor. Finger foods and beverages have been provided to make your wait more...." at this he pauses making it very clear he does not look at any of you as worth his time, "....enjoyable. If you have need of anything just let me know. My name is Harold."
As he finished speaking he turns and begins to walk back towards the manor door.
In the distance you can also hear the ringing of a hammer on an anvil coming from the forge.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"Thanks, Harold!" Alan said enthusiastically, completely oblivious of the disdain Harold had been making clear. "I'm a fan of food and drinks. Let's head inside, fellas."
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Taman shakes Alan's hand.
This one seems very confident. Well I'll pander to it. Always give the crowd what they want. Besides he could be the only thing between me and a bugbear one day.
"Ah, forgive me Alan - I should have intuited your experience from your marvellous armour and heroic countenance! And that's a kind offer! It is good to make the company of a veteran. Yes I am excited about meeting the famous Lord Hightower too. I hope to feature him in a book I will be writing..."
He turns to Arynn and shakes his hand also.
"And Arynn. Fantastic to meet you. I wager I'll be writing a chapter or two about your good self!"
Taman nods in recognition of Harold's announcement then joins Alan in thanking Harold and following him into the building.
Taman Bharr - Human Bard - League of Improbable Adventurers
A man cautiously enters the courtyard of the guild. He appears to be to far too old for the type of work expected by an adventurer. He is dressed in chain-mail with a longsword and well-crafted shield on his back. His skin is weather-beaten, and his wiry grey hair is unkempt. He is well-dressed, and surprisingly spry, despite his apparently age.
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Arriving after days of travel, Fargrim Ironfist finally arrives at his destination. In the distance he hears the familiar sound of a smiths forge, but rather than investigate he approaches his soon to be compatriots and a rather overdressed human servent.
At 4'3", you wouldn't figure him all that imposing, but his stocky dwarven build screams strength, and the horrible scar which adorns the left side of his face says that he is no stranger to battle. Also in testament of this is the battles and shield strapped to his back. The shield is especially noticable... dwarven steel with a gold etching displaying crossed battleaxes above a gauntlet.
He approaches the gathered strangers. "I am Fargrim of clan Ironfist. I too have come at seeking Lord Hightower. Did I hear talk of drink?"
"Hey there, Redmond! We're just heading into the manor to wait for him. Come get some snacks. Need any help?" Alan said with a big smile on his face.
"Oh, hey there! I didn't see you down there. Another veteran! Fantastic! Alan Quatermain. There are drinks inside. Come on." He said as he noticed the dwarf.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Harold enters the building and disappears down a hallway towards what could be assumed are kitchens. Inside you see a large room with a table set against the southernmost wall lined with a variety of foods and beverages. Multiple cushioned chairs lined the walls and a table with oak chairs sat near the center of the room with enough seats for 20 people. In the western corner is a wooden staircase leading up to a large, intricately decorated door that is closed.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Alan went straight to the food tables and started loading up a plate with all sorts of foods, temporarily forgetting that there were other people in the room at the sight of the foreign delicacies.
Pit of Vipers: Watl Wiggins - Halfling Rogue(10)
League of Improbable Adventurers: Alan Quatermain - Human Fighter(3)
Taman enthusiastically offers his hand to the newcomers in turn.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Redmond. The name's Taman."
"And you also, Fargrim Ironfist. Taman Bharr."
While doing so he takes a mental note of the structure's layout that he can see. He then discretely looks for any peep holes that may be around the room as he paces with his hands behind his back, gently humming a tune.
Taman Bharr - Human Bard - League of Improbable Adventurers
Do a perception check to see if you notice anything.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Fargrim shakes the offered hands, responding in kind to his newly met colleagues. "Aye. And to meet you to, Taman."
Fargrim turns again to Redmond, "It's good to see another veteran. I was concerned there wouldn't be many seasoned warriors among this crew." He gently strokes at his silvering, well braided beard, it's coloring belying an age which would be considered ancient by human standards.
"Lets see what type of brew this human city can provide. I've yet to find one to match the techniques of the my home hearth, but I'll be damned if I dont try."
He makes a beeline for the refreshments, only stopping by the tables to grab a turkey leg in his quest for spirits.
On the table Fargrim finds a 100yr old dwarven ale sitting in an oaken cask. The flavor and texture reminding him of his home town.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"It looks like a might have misjudged out host. Check out this marvelous brew..."
Fargrim takes a large swig of the brew from a nearby goblet. A look of pleasure washes over his scarred face as the flavor hits his palate, the reminder of home filling him at first with a bittersweet melancholy, but then a subtle change overtook him, his expression souring noticeably as he absent mindedly rubbed his scar, filled with memories of battles past.
Pulling himself out of his reveries, he exclaimed to the group "An ale of this quality can't be enjoyed alone!", and began pouring goblets for the rest of the gathered adventurers, handing them out one by one while devouring what was left of his turkey leg.
Taman hums as he paces and looks around the room.
Perception test: 13
Taman Bharr - Human Bard - League of Improbable Adventurers
You see a well decorated room and are pretty sure there is nothing untoward present. Other than a hallway to the south and the stairs in the corner as well as a few windows there seems to be no other ways to enter or view the room.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane