The familiar sound of a crackling fireplace and the clinking of glassware brush your ears where you sit in the local inn, surrounded by the hushed chatter of voices. On your way passing through the town, a listing on the notice board had caught your eye — a request for adventurers from the Wizard's Tower Brewery. You've become a novice adventurer yourself, either in the search of some coin or to leave behind the life that you once knew. Either way, you find yourself seated that morning before a table of strangers in the Westshade Inn, who all had also been instructed by the job on the notice board to ask the local innkeeper for directions on their quest.
While your characters get comfortable at the inn, please give us some insight into what they're like. Who are the faces seated at the table? What convinced them to take the request on? And what thoughts go through their mind as they sit here, at the very beginning of a new journey?
A gnome dressed in bright blues and reds walks into the bar. After setting down a barrel strapped to his back, he hops into one of the bar stools and lays his wooden staff against the table. He spends a moment and uses prestidigitation to make and light pipe for a quick draw from it before it fades away. Running his fingers through a grey beard on his chin he turns to the others at the table and says, "The name is Fiselius vondus Yaralogus. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances." He takes a sip of wine before continuing, "So what brings you fellows here? For me, been a bit down on my luck with the old family shop and had to shut it down. But," he sighs, "there are still bills to pay so this little excursion seemed like a promising way to get some coin. How dangerous of a job could it be?"
A short, youthful looking, light-skinned female human with black hair and brown eyes steps into the tavern. Her face is kind. Her smile welcoming. He eyes, slightly sad.
She takes in the interior of the tavern as sunlight shines through the window playing off her finely polished chainmail, adorned with the rising sun symbol of her god, Lathandar. Her hand instinctually moves to the symbol (as it does from time to time) while moving toward the bar. She moves to the bar, giving Fiselius a friendly nod of greeting before turning to the innkeeper.
"Greetings."She says with a slight bow. "My name is Emmaline Gladstone, initiate in the Order Dawn's Blessing. I've come to lend whatever assistance I might provide for this fine establishment in your moment of need."
She pulls out her coin purse, counting her coppers."Could I trouble you for a flagon of barley tea... or apple cider... something free from any intoxicants if I might... Oh, yes. And perhaps a crust of bread..."
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DM - Origins - A Level Zero Adventure
DM - Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
The Forge of Fury - Lehmani (L3 Tiefling Cleric, Forge Domain)
Wild Beyond the Witchlight - Fa'amae(L2 Shadar-kai Druid, Circle of the Spores)
Greyhawk -Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First (L1 Gnome Rogue)
Times have grown increasingly challenging since Wymar, Izore’s guardian, made the mistake of taking up that adventure a few years ago. What was intended to be a simple hunt for a brown bear, rumoured to be lurking on the outskirts of their village at the time, turned out to be a battle of life and death with a giant cave bear. If it wasn’t for Izore, who somehow managed to help him get away while the bear got distracted by something, both of them likely would not have survived.
The result of this encounter was tragic - Wymar almost died, then when he didn’t, almost lost his leg, then when he managed to miraculously keep his leg, he got a limp so bad that now, years after the unfortunate incident, he barely manages to walk without the help of a stick. He tries his best to support them as a tanner, but things are simply too difficult.
Recently, as any teenager probably would, Izore grew restless and decided that enough was enough. She informed Wymar that it was now her turn to try and provide for them. To repay him for taking her in so many years ago and keeping her safe and fed since then. She didn’t even give him the chance to protest, but he didn’t try anyway. Whether it was because he knew better than to test her stubbornness or because he realised she was right, it didn’t matter. An awkward embrace was all he could muster before she set off on her own.
She got lucky to stumble upon a suitable opportunity through a notice before she was completely out of money. She read the listing once, then again, quietly affirming to herself “It will do”.
Now, seated at the corner of a table/bar in the Westshade Inn, Izore’s cool blond hair has fallen to one side, as she leans on her hand, emerald green eyes wide open and observing the unfamiliar surroundings and the strangers within. She feels the excitement pulsing through her veins, it is her very first adventure after all. Her right leg nervously taps under the table, but at least she manages to suppress the urge to drum her fingers as well and keep her lips tightly pressed together, betraying her nervous anticipation.
Some of the people around her speak and she repeats their names in her mind, so she can remember them later while acknowledging their introductions with a subtle nod.
When her turn comes, she smiles at them, her lips pursing in a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
“Izore Amo”, her voice comes out a bit higher than she intends and she swallows, feeling a tinge of blush tint her slender features. She considers disclosing how desperate she needs the money for a brief second but changes her mind. Desperation can be seen as weakness and she can’t start her path like this.
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The local innkeeper, a plump and friendly-looking Gnome, gives Emmaline a nod. "Can do, miss! Anythin' else for the rest o' ya?" he asks as he wipes down the bar with a damp cloth. He must admit, the old innkeeper thinks to himself, that despite the endless adventurers he's seen come through his doors — this group seems like a good lot. The sort of folk who are kind, who might do some real good for the town because they are good. Time will tell, he supposes.
Vonbek Frostbeard clomps through the doors at the local tavern. As he enters the door he surveys the room, noticing the small gathering. He keeps his eye on the group as he approaches the barkeep. He asks, or more like tells the barkeeper “ale, a big one”, as he questions the barkeeper about the posting.
An older dwarf opens the tavern door clanking in fully armed in mail with a pack on his back raising the noise level of the inn exponential. Wielding a large tower shield marked with the rising sun of Lathander and a war hammer as a walking stick. Looking around blearily he spots the table and makes his way over. He clearly getting up in dwarven years with blonde well kept hair and half moon spectacles he bows his head to the table. “Lights blessing upon y’all! Sorry I’m late! Black cat crossed me path so had to take a detour!” Dropping his pack to the ground beside a chair he takes the time to walk up to each individual offer a hand shake to any and all. Knowing it can be a bit intimidating meeting a bunch of new people in quick succession he puts on his best old man smile and tries to ignore the creek of his old bones. “I’m Dawnbringer Garith Xandir but everyone calls me Gary feel free to do the same!”
to Fiselius “Honored to make your acquaintance Master Fiselius. I just finished my training in the temple! I’m now a fully fledged cleric but still in need o a bit of real world experience.” “Ooo a shop ya say hate to hear it shut down wat ya sell?” …”I doubt the task will be to difficult. Should be easy coin.”
to Emmaline ”Ahh Dawns blessings Initiate Gladstone!” “It’s grand to see another of the light here among us!
to Izore with a warm old man smile “Hello Mistress Amo! Glad to have you!”
Glad to meet so many new faces he smiles and bows his head to the inn keep ”Aye good sir! Sorry didn’t katch yur name! I think a round of what every person wants on me a what ever the kitchen might be servin sound great! We’ve got an adventure ahead o’ve use best to start it off on a full bellie!”
Fiselius nods in greeting to Emmaline, Izore, and Vonbek. Must be nervous, he thinks at Izore's higher-pitched voice. He smiles a tad at her restlessness, reminiscing about his own son's restlessness when he was her age. Turning to Gary he replies, "And an honor to make your acquaintance too, Gary. As for the shop," he pulls out a small clockwork songbird to set on the table and begin singing a little song. "I learned the skill from my pappy who learned it from his pappy and so on. They're nice little clockwork devices and not that hard to repair if you put in the effort. But alas, not everyone finds as much joy in it as I seem to. So while it was great at first, eventually the business slowed down."
He glances at the dwarf's tower shield and notices the symbol on it. With another glance to Emmaline and noticing the same symbol of a rising sun on her chainmail he gestures to the two of them, "I see you're both devotees of Lathander. Do you happen to know each other, perchance?"
[[OOC: Hoping it's fine for me to subtract the starting 10gp and assume Fiselius used it earlier with his Tinker racial feature to make the clockwork device.]]
Emmaline looks toward Gary with unrestrained joy."Dawn's blessing to you, Master Xandir..." She continues looking around the table at the other adventurers. "...and to you all. My name is Emmaline Gladstone, here to serve the Morninglord and prove myself worthy as a soldier of his order."
She turns to Fiselius, regarding his question, then glances back to Gary. "Not at all. However, I can only see our chance meeting as a manifestation of his will. Clearly, this endeavor of ours has his blessing."
As she speaks, her eyes move to the clockwork songbird and grow wide with childlike delight."Lords' Blessing, what a creation!" She moves her face closer to the bird, enjoying its song, her face stretched into an infectious smile. "I marvel at your talent, master gnome."
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DM - Origins - A Level Zero Adventure
DM - Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
The Forge of Fury - Lehmani (L3 Tiefling Cleric, Forge Domain)
Wild Beyond the Witchlight - Fa'amae(L2 Shadar-kai Druid, Circle of the Spores)
Greyhawk -Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First (L1 Gnome Rogue)
The innkeeper gives both Vonbek and Garith a warm smile in greeting, turning and heading into the kitchens. "You've got it, pals." As the new companions begin to get acquainted with each other, the Gnome returns with a generous helping of drinks and breakfast. While he sets a tankard on the table beside Garith, the innkeeper gives him a friendly nod. "The name's Wrener, pleasure to meet ya all! Lemme know if there's anythin' else I can get for ya."
Once he's finished serving each of you your meals, he steps back and crosses his thick arms. "And right, about that adventure you've got ahead of ya! I'm guessin' yer all here 'cause you saw the postin' from the Wizard's TowerBrewery," he begins. "The owner came to me just a few days ago askin' me to spread the word about his needing adventurers for that giant rat problem, so he'll be real happy to see you bunch. Yer gonna head there and ask for Glowkindle. When yer done with breakfast, I can help ya on yer way."
Fiselius feels Emmaline's infectious smile making its way onto his face as she marvels at his clockwork songbird. "Many thanks." he says. As bartender mentions giant rats his smile fades away with a suppressed wince. Rats? Nasty vermin. "Well at least it's not spiders." he mutters.
He takes a glance at Gary. Well if he's buying he thinks and then turns to the bartender, "I'll take a rosé if you wouldn't mind."
Emmaline, mouth still full with her crust of bread, looks around at the other four adventurers decked out in varying degrees of battle gear, then turns back to the innkeeper.
"So... Pardon my asking, but exactly how giant are these rats?"
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DM - Origins - A Level Zero Adventure
DM - Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
The Forge of Fury - Lehmani (L3 Tiefling Cleric, Forge Domain)
Wild Beyond the Witchlight - Fa'amae(L2 Shadar-kai Druid, Circle of the Spores)
Greyhawk -Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First (L1 Gnome Rogue)
Vonbeck chuckles to himself at the squeamishness of his fellow adventurers. Back home in the mines, rats were so common that no one paid them any attention. In fact, in lean times, they made for a decent meal, when all other meat was scarce. Thankfully though this breakfast was no rat sausage. It really hit the spot after being on the road.
Vonbeck admires the toy bird that Fiselius has produced. Complementing him on his skill and craftsmanship. “If you can make one that lays eggs, then I’ll take two of the little marvels”, says Vonbeck in a joking manner. It seems as if Vonbeck is finding their camaraderie and good nature infectious. He relaxes a little as he fills his belly, waiting for this rat hunt to begin.
Just like the rest of the group, Izore leans forward in her chair, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, as Fiselius puts the intricate clockwork songbird on the table. She gazes at the delicate contraption, its gears whirring and producing a beautiful melody.
“This is a most splendid creation”, she exclaims with a voice filled with wonder as she turns to smile at Fiselius.
As the innkeeper returns with breakfast and drinks, Izore’s attention shifts to the abundance of food. The delicious smells make her mouth water and she can’t help but feel a surge of gratitude.
"My humble thanks for your generosity, Master Xandir," Izore says with a deep nod, her voice filled with sincere appreciation. "Free breakfast is a rare delight in these troubled times. May the gods bless you."
While still nervous, the half-elf feels slightly more at ease, now that the introductions are done and everyone seems to relax a bit. She starts with breakfast and listens to the innkeeper’s words about the upcoming adventure.
Rats? Izore remains unfazed. She has spent so many nights on the streets and even in sewers that the rodents almost feel like acquaintances. Of course, the mention of giant rats piques her interest and she lifts her gaze from the plate to Wrener's face.
As if reading the half-elf’s mind, Emmaline asks the precise question that Izore wonders about. The blonde uses this opportunity to quickly finish her breakfast before turning to the innkeeper as well.
“Glowkindle, you say? Is there anything we should know about this person before we meet them?”
Leaning his hip against the table, the innkeeper studies the marvelous little clockwork songbird, too. His fellow Gnome has quite the talent, Wrener thinks to himself, and he hopes they'll all be just as skilled at slaying pests for the Wizard's Tower Brewery. "Can't say for sure, haven't seen 'em myself," the old innkeeper chuckles in response to Emmaline. "Glowkindle seemed rather spooked about 'em, though. He's a funny guy, that one. A young Gnome, rather talkative. He'll be glad to have yer help." While he explains, Wrener heads back behind the bar and prepares a tankard of wine for Fiselius.
Emmaline finishes her food and straightens her back."Well, if the trouble is severe enough to drive fear into the heart of this young gnome, I, for one am ready to lend my sword to the task at hand. What say you, fellow adventurers?"
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DM - Origins - A Level Zero Adventure
DM - Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
The Forge of Fury - Lehmani (L3 Tiefling Cleric, Forge Domain)
Wild Beyond the Witchlight - Fa'amae(L2 Shadar-kai Druid, Circle of the Spores)
Greyhawk -Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First (L1 Gnome Rogue)
"Getting it to lay eggs? Now that would be a feat." says Fiselius to Vonbeck. As Emmaline speaks he says, "Helping a fellow gnomish entrepreneur keep his establishment running? How could I deny such a request?" He grabs his staff and gives it a light rattling accompanied by a mini shower of sparks* to show his enthusiasm.
He continues eating breakfast, feeling himself going faster so as to quicken the quest's arrival. "Would any of you happen to know the way to Glowkindle's brewery by any chance?"
Izore's eyes briefly glance down to the backpack and the bow she had carefully placed on the floor earlier, making sure all her gear is in order for the journey ahead. While her fellow adventurers talk about the task, she feels impatience and excitement creep back in.
"Pray tell, Master Wrener, how long is our journey fated to endure?", the half-elf inquires curiously, her voice hinting at her eagerness.
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Smashing through the meal Gary sends a small prayer in his head for a safe journey and guidance. “I believe we’re all fed n ready to go! How much I owe ya?
Vonbeck thanks Gary for the meal while gathering his weapons and supplies. “Anybody know where to find this glowkindle, so we can get to helping him with his rat problem?”
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The familiar sound of a crackling fireplace and the clinking of glassware brush your ears where you sit in the local inn, surrounded by the hushed chatter of voices. On your way passing through the town, a listing on the notice board had caught your eye — a request for adventurers from the Wizard's Tower Brewery. You've become a novice adventurer yourself, either in the search of some coin or to leave behind the life that you once knew. Either way, you find yourself seated that morning before a table of strangers in the Westshade Inn, who all had also been instructed by the job on the notice board to ask the local innkeeper for directions on their quest.
While your characters get comfortable at the inn, please give us some insight into what they're like. Who are the faces seated at the table? What convinced them to take the request on? And what thoughts go through their mind as they sit here, at the very beginning of a new journey?
Beginner DM & Barbarian
A gnome dressed in bright blues and reds walks into the bar. After setting down a barrel strapped to his back, he hops into one of the bar stools and lays his wooden staff against the table. He spends a moment and uses prestidigitation to make and light pipe for a quick draw from it before it fades away. Running his fingers through a grey beard on his chin he turns to the others at the table and says, "The name is Fiselius vondus Yaralogus. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintances." He takes a sip of wine before continuing, "So what brings you fellows here? For me, been a bit down on my luck with the old family shop and had to shut it down. But," he sighs, "there are still bills to pay so this little excursion seemed like a promising way to get some coin. How dangerous of a job could it be?"
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Darath, Goliath Battlemaster, Into the Overlap
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Eggo Lass, Drow GOOlock, 100 Dungeons
Drako, Dragonborn Tempest Cleric, Dragon of Icespire Peak
Phait, Mountain Dwarf Wild Magic Sorcerer, Shadowglass
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A short, youthful looking, light-skinned female human with black hair and brown eyes steps into the tavern. Her face is kind. Her smile welcoming. He eyes, slightly sad.
She takes in the interior of the tavern as sunlight shines through the window playing off her finely polished chainmail, adorned with the rising sun symbol of her god, Lathandar. Her hand instinctually moves to the symbol (as it does from time to time) while moving toward the bar. She moves to the bar, giving Fiselius a friendly nod of greeting before turning to the innkeeper.
"Greetings." She says with a slight bow. "My name is Emmaline Gladstone, initiate in the Order Dawn's Blessing. I've come to lend whatever assistance I might provide for this fine establishment in your moment of need."
She pulls out her coin purse, counting her coppers. "Could I trouble you for a flagon of barley tea... or apple cider... something free from any intoxicants if I might... Oh, yes. And perhaps a crust of bread..."
DM - Origins - A Level Zero Adventure
DM - Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
The Forge of Fury - Lehmani (L3 Tiefling Cleric, Forge Domain)
Wild Beyond the Witchlight - Fa'amae (L2 Shadar-kai Druid, Circle of the Spores)
Greyhawk - Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First (L1 Gnome Rogue)
Times have grown increasingly challenging since Wymar, Izore’s guardian, made the mistake of taking up that adventure a few years ago. What was intended to be a simple hunt for a brown bear, rumoured to be lurking on the outskirts of their village at the time, turned out to be a battle of life and death with a giant cave bear. If it wasn’t for Izore, who somehow managed to help him get away while the bear got distracted by something, both of them likely would not have survived.
The result of this encounter was tragic - Wymar almost died, then when he didn’t, almost lost his leg, then when he managed to miraculously keep his leg, he got a limp so bad that now, years after the unfortunate incident, he barely manages to walk without the help of a stick. He tries his best to support them as a tanner, but things are simply too difficult.
Recently, as any teenager probably would, Izore grew restless and decided that enough was enough. She informed Wymar that it was now her turn to try and provide for them. To repay him for taking her in so many years ago and keeping her safe and fed since then. She didn’t even give him the chance to protest, but he didn’t try anyway. Whether it was because he knew better than to test her stubbornness or because he realised she was right, it didn’t matter. An awkward embrace was all he could muster before she set off on her own.
She got lucky to stumble upon a suitable opportunity through a notice before she was completely out of money. She read the listing once, then again, quietly affirming to herself “It will do”.
Now, seated at the corner of a table/bar in the Westshade Inn, Izore’s cool blond hair has fallen to one side, as she leans on her hand, emerald green eyes wide open and observing the unfamiliar surroundings and the strangers within. She feels the excitement pulsing through her veins, it is her very first adventure after all. Her right leg nervously taps under the table, but at least she manages to suppress the urge to drum her fingers as well and keep her lips tightly pressed together, betraying her nervous anticipation.
Some of the people around her speak and she repeats their names in her mind, so she can remember them later while acknowledging their introductions with a subtle nod.
When her turn comes, she smiles at them, her lips pursing in a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
“Izore Amo”, her voice comes out a bit higher than she intends and she swallows, feeling a tinge of blush tint her slender features. She considers disclosing how desperate she needs the money for a brief second but changes her mind. Desperation can be seen as weakness and she can’t start her path like this.
Aeran Dormaris - L2 Paladin on his way to Phandelver
Vesna March - L1 Cleric in Etharis
DM The Missing Farmer
The local innkeeper, a plump and friendly-looking Gnome, gives Emmaline a nod. "Can do, miss! Anythin' else for the rest o' ya?" he asks as he wipes down the bar with a damp cloth. He must admit, the old innkeeper thinks to himself, that despite the endless adventurers he's seen come through his doors — this group seems like a good lot. The sort of folk who are kind, who might do some real good for the town because they are good. Time will tell, he supposes.
Beginner DM & Barbarian
Vonbek Frostbeard clomps through the doors at the local tavern. As he enters the door he surveys the room, noticing the small gathering. He keeps his eye on the group as he approaches the barkeep. He asks, or more like tells the barkeeper “ale, a big one”, as he questions the barkeeper about the posting.
An older dwarf opens the tavern door clanking in fully armed in mail with a pack on his back raising the noise level of the inn exponential. Wielding a large tower shield marked with the rising sun of Lathander and a war hammer as a walking stick. Looking around blearily he spots the table and makes his way over. He clearly getting up in dwarven years with blonde well kept hair and half moon spectacles he bows his head to the table. “Lights blessing upon y’all! Sorry I’m late! Black cat crossed me path so had to take a detour!” Dropping his pack to the ground beside a chair he takes the time to walk up to each individual offer a hand shake to any and all. Knowing it can be a bit intimidating meeting a bunch of new people in quick succession he puts on his best old man smile and tries to ignore the creek of his old bones. “I’m Dawnbringer Garith Xandir but everyone calls me Gary feel free to do the same!”
to Fiselius “Honored to make your acquaintance Master Fiselius. I just finished my training in the temple! I’m now a fully fledged cleric but still in need o a bit of real world experience.” “Ooo a shop ya say hate to hear it shut down wat ya sell?” …”I doubt the task will be to difficult. Should be easy coin.”
to Emmaline ”Ahh Dawns blessings Initiate Gladstone!” “It’s grand to see another of the light here among us!
to Izore with a warm old man smile “Hello Mistress Amo! Glad to have you!”
Glad to meet so many new faces he smiles and bows his head to the inn keep ”Aye good sir! Sorry didn’t katch yur name! I think a round of what every person wants on me a what ever the kitchen might be servin sound great! We’ve got an adventure ahead o’ve use best to start it off on a full bellie!”
Fiselius nods in greeting to Emmaline, Izore, and Vonbek. Must be nervous, he thinks at Izore's higher-pitched voice. He smiles a tad at her restlessness, reminiscing about his own son's restlessness when he was her age. Turning to Gary he replies, "And an honor to make your acquaintance too, Gary. As for the shop," he pulls out a small clockwork songbird to set on the table and begin singing a little song. "I learned the skill from my pappy who learned it from his pappy and so on. They're nice little clockwork devices and not that hard to repair if you put in the effort. But alas, not everyone finds as much joy in it as I seem to. So while it was great at first, eventually the business slowed down."
He glances at the dwarf's tower shield and notices the symbol on it. With another glance to Emmaline and noticing the same symbol of a rising sun on her chainmail he gestures to the two of them, "I see you're both devotees of Lathander. Do you happen to know each other, perchance?"
[[OOC: Hoping it's fine for me to subtract the starting 10gp and assume Fiselius used it earlier with his Tinker racial feature to make the clockwork device.]]
This is a signature. It was a simple signature. But it has been upgraded.
Bel, Aarakocra Hunter Ranger, Friend Campaign
Screechirk, Aarakocra Light Cleric, Wages of Vice
Darath, Goliath Battlemaster, Into the Overlap
Draíocht, Wood Elf Moon Druid, Kholias
Eggo Lass, Drow GOOlock, 100 Dungeons
Drako, Dragonborn Tempest Cleric, Dragon of Icespire Peak
Phait, Mountain Dwarf Wild Magic Sorcerer, Shadowglass
Get rickrolled here. Listen to awesome music here. (selection 27, 4/23/24, One Voice)
Emmaline looks toward Gary with unrestrained joy. "Dawn's blessing to you, Master Xandir..." She continues looking around the table at the other adventurers. "...and to you all. My name is Emmaline Gladstone, here to serve the Morninglord and prove myself worthy as a soldier of his order."
She turns to Fiselius, regarding his question, then glances back to Gary. "Not at all. However, I can only see our chance meeting as a manifestation of his will. Clearly, this endeavor of ours has his blessing."
As she speaks, her eyes move to the clockwork songbird and grow wide with childlike delight. "Lords' Blessing, what a creation!" She moves her face closer to the bird, enjoying its song, her face stretched into an infectious smile. "I marvel at your talent, master gnome."
DM - Origins - A Level Zero Adventure
DM - Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
The Forge of Fury - Lehmani (L3 Tiefling Cleric, Forge Domain)
Wild Beyond the Witchlight - Fa'amae (L2 Shadar-kai Druid, Circle of the Spores)
Greyhawk - Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First (L1 Gnome Rogue)
The innkeeper gives both Vonbek and Garith a warm smile in greeting, turning and heading into the kitchens. "You've got it, pals." As the new companions begin to get acquainted with each other, the Gnome returns with a generous helping of drinks and breakfast. While he sets a tankard on the table beside Garith, the innkeeper gives him a friendly nod. "The name's Wrener, pleasure to meet ya all! Lemme know if there's anythin' else I can get for ya."
Once he's finished serving each of you your meals, he steps back and crosses his thick arms. "And right, about that adventure you've got ahead of ya! I'm guessin' yer all here 'cause you saw the postin' from the Wizard's Tower Brewery," he begins. "The owner came to me just a few days ago askin' me to spread the word about his needing adventurers for that giant rat problem, so he'll be real happy to see you bunch. Yer gonna head there and ask for Glowkindle. When yer done with breakfast, I can help ya on yer way."
Beginner DM & Barbarian
Fiselius feels Emmaline's infectious smile making its way onto his face as she marvels at his clockwork songbird. "Many thanks." he says. As bartender mentions giant rats his smile fades away with a suppressed wince. Rats? Nasty vermin. "Well at least it's not spiders." he mutters.
He takes a glance at Gary. Well if he's buying he thinks and then turns to the bartender, "I'll take a rosé if you wouldn't mind."
This is a signature. It was a simple signature. But it has been upgraded.
Bel, Aarakocra Hunter Ranger, Friend Campaign
Screechirk, Aarakocra Light Cleric, Wages of Vice
Darath, Goliath Battlemaster, Into the Overlap
Draíocht, Wood Elf Moon Druid, Kholias
Eggo Lass, Drow GOOlock, 100 Dungeons
Drako, Dragonborn Tempest Cleric, Dragon of Icespire Peak
Phait, Mountain Dwarf Wild Magic Sorcerer, Shadowglass
Get rickrolled here. Listen to awesome music here. (selection 27, 4/23/24, One Voice)
Emmaline, mouth still full with her crust of bread, looks around at the other four adventurers decked out in varying degrees of battle gear, then turns back to the innkeeper.
"So... Pardon my asking, but exactly how giant are these rats?"
DM - Origins - A Level Zero Adventure
DM - Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
The Forge of Fury - Lehmani (L3 Tiefling Cleric, Forge Domain)
Wild Beyond the Witchlight - Fa'amae (L2 Shadar-kai Druid, Circle of the Spores)
Greyhawk - Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First (L1 Gnome Rogue)
Vonbeck chuckles to himself at the squeamishness of his fellow adventurers. Back home in the mines, rats were so common that no one paid them any attention. In fact, in lean times, they made for a decent meal, when all other meat was scarce. Thankfully though this breakfast was no rat sausage. It really hit the spot after being on the road.
Vonbeck admires the toy bird that Fiselius has produced. Complementing him on his skill and craftsmanship. “If you can make one that lays eggs, then I’ll take two of the little marvels”, says Vonbeck in a joking manner. It seems as if Vonbeck is finding their camaraderie and good nature infectious. He relaxes a little as he fills his belly, waiting for this rat hunt to begin.
Just like the rest of the group, Izore leans forward in her chair, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, as Fiselius puts the intricate clockwork songbird on the table. She gazes at the delicate contraption, its gears whirring and producing a beautiful melody.
“This is a most splendid creation”, she exclaims with a voice filled with wonder as she turns to smile at Fiselius.
As the innkeeper returns with breakfast and drinks, Izore’s attention shifts to the abundance of food. The delicious smells make her mouth water and she can’t help but feel a surge of gratitude.
"My humble thanks for your generosity, Master Xandir," Izore says with a deep nod, her voice filled with sincere appreciation. "Free breakfast is a rare delight in these troubled times. May the gods bless you."
While still nervous, the half-elf feels slightly more at ease, now that the introductions are done and everyone seems to relax a bit. She starts with breakfast and listens to the innkeeper’s words about the upcoming adventure.
Rats? Izore remains unfazed. She has spent so many nights on the streets and even in sewers that the rodents almost feel like acquaintances. Of course, the mention of giant rats piques her interest and she lifts her gaze from the plate to Wrener's face.
As if reading the half-elf’s mind, Emmaline asks the precise question that Izore wonders about. The blonde uses this opportunity to quickly finish her breakfast before turning to the innkeeper as well.
“Glowkindle, you say? Is there anything we should know about this person before we meet them?”
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Leaning his hip against the table, the innkeeper studies the marvelous little clockwork songbird, too. His fellow Gnome has quite the talent, Wrener thinks to himself, and he hopes they'll all be just as skilled at slaying pests for the Wizard's Tower Brewery. "Can't say for sure, haven't seen 'em myself," the old innkeeper chuckles in response to Emmaline. "Glowkindle seemed rather spooked about 'em, though. He's a funny guy, that one. A young Gnome, rather talkative. He'll be glad to have yer help." While he explains, Wrener heads back behind the bar and prepares a tankard of wine for Fiselius.
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Emmaline finishes her food and straightens her back. "Well, if the trouble is severe enough to drive fear into the heart of this young gnome, I, for one am ready to lend my sword to the task at hand. What say you, fellow adventurers?"
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"Getting it to lay eggs? Now that would be a feat." says Fiselius to Vonbeck. As Emmaline speaks he says, "Helping a fellow gnomish entrepreneur keep his establishment running? How could I deny such a request?" He grabs his staff and gives it a light rattling accompanied by a mini shower of sparks* to show his enthusiasm.
He continues eating breakfast, feeling himself going faster so as to quicken the quest's arrival. "Would any of you happen to know the way to Glowkindle's brewery by any chance?"
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Izore's eyes briefly glance down to the backpack and the bow she had carefully placed on the floor earlier, making sure all her gear is in order for the journey ahead. While her fellow adventurers talk about the task, she feels impatience and excitement creep back in.
"Pray tell, Master Wrener, how long is our journey fated to endure?", the half-elf inquires curiously, her voice hinting at her eagerness.
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Smashing through the meal Gary sends a small prayer in his head for a safe journey and guidance. “I believe we’re all fed n ready to go! How much I owe ya?
Vonbeck thanks Gary for the meal while gathering his weapons and supplies. “Anybody know where to find this glowkindle, so we can get to helping him with his rat problem?”