You have been summoned to the abode of a human warlock named Madryck Roslof. He lives on a giant pumpkin farm, sharing his rustic farmhouse space with rodents and pixies. His adventuring days are behind him, and he looks quite old and frail. Nevertheless, he is delighted to make your acquaintance.
He invites you in. "Please have a seat. I'm waiting for some more people. Make yourself comfortable. May I get you a drink?"
Walking in with a quiet clop clop clop of his hooves on the floor, Moneo walks with an air of pride. There are few of his folk around, and to be one called upon by this well known, though older, adventurer, confirms that his hard work over the past years has come through. “Madryck! It has been a while. I would love a drink. Thank you.” Almost flopping down into the char he pulls out his pipe and begins to fill it with tobacco.
Moneo is a, just under, middle aged Satyr, and like his folk keeps his appearance simple. Wearing only what looks like a short toga covering his left shoulder and down to his thighs. His leg fur, as well as the hair on his head and sideburns is a deep auburn color, and his other shoulder and arm are covered in freckles from time spent in the sun. Lighting his pipe he leans back and looks to the old adventurer and says, “I must admit, I am quite curious about what you have to tell us! Your letter was rather vague, though something about a search in ‘a faraway place’! You do know how to give some suspense!” He then sits back patiently enjoying his drink while the others arrive.
The ringing of metal scraping on metal, that familiar sound of someone moving in armor meant for a battle field more then moving about, announces the arrival of Barreknar long before crossing the homes threshold. Helmet in hand, shield on his back, and his morningstar by his side, the Half Orc clearly had well used hand me down armor but it did suit him well. Appearing to have inherited more of the Orc side of his background, his head and tusked are slightly oversized. He enters the room very cautiously, like he's not sure if he's in the right spot. "Uhhh.. Greetings Madryck, hope I'm not too early, or late for the matter. Ummm.. Apologies." Seeing the Satyr in the chair, without realizing he says, "Woow, never seen me one of them before. Ahh I mean sorry to bother you both. Should I return at a better time Madryck? I'm sure whatever it is you wished of me can way until your business is done."
Moneo stops mid drink and stares, clearly in shock, at the half-orc who just walked in who just referred to him as a ‘one of them’. Looking to his host he half hopes this new, somewhat racist, guest is there for a different reason, though it seems unlikely based on the timing.
Madryck, without missing a beat replies to Barreknar "You have never seen a pipe before? I am sure I have one lying around somewhere if you would like to try one. But no, I have the same business for both of you. I invited some others too. I do hope they turn up."
Moneo grins at the old man’s turn of words, and looks up to the half-orc, finishes his drink, and reaches for a refill as well as to pour another glass. Chilling them both and handing the second up he says, “Have a seat and join for a drink. I’ll show you how the pipe works since it seems new to you. I’m Moneo. You good with that weapon? I try to deal with things with words when possible, but sometimes those things do come in handy.”
Revelry walks into the giant pumpkin farm and admire the strange view. The tiefling’s red skin is brightened by the sunlight which glinting off a pair of large gold earrings dangling from his pointy ears. As the monk makes his way into the rustic farmhouse, a strong wind ruffles his hairs and robes, both are in the color of sapphire. The fabric of the robes is ornamented with paintings of flowers and birds of paradise, currently blocked by a leather rucksack, hanging from one shoulder.On the other shoulder he carried a shortsword, sheathed in a black scabbard with a yellow tassel hanging from the hilt of the same color as the scabbard.
He tidy up the ruffled hair between his horns before opening the door of the farmhouse.
“Good afternoon.” He says as he entering the abode.
He saw two people already arrived at the place, though his yellow eyes are drawn tothe frail old man, believing that this is Madryck Roslof whose letter he received a couple days ago.
He said to the old man.
“My name’s Revelry, here to address your request for help from a couple of days ago.”He introduces himself before sitting upon one of the available chair, putting down the rucksack from his shoulder down to the floor beside him. The sword on the other hand stay slung on his right shoulder. He nods to the satyr and the half orc that arrived earlier.
“Did you two came here to help Mr. Roslof finding a missing person too?”He asks both of the guests and turns to the old man again. “Did they?”
Confused about the pipe comments, "Ahh... I've seen pipe with smoke before. I ah... I never.." before getting to finish his thought, the new member strolled through the door.
"I think pumpkins are better in the soup then eating soup out of, lots of inards to those things."
"No, Madryck helped me out when finding a different missing folk." Looking back and forth between the other two called by Madryck, Barreknar looks at their horns, and then at his helmet a d frowns a bit. Maybe he should see if he can get some horns for his helmet so he wouldn't be the only one without. He sits down near Moneo, setting his pack at his feet and adjusting his morningstar into his lap. "I'm much better with this then words, though I'm guessing you guessed that..huh"
Arriving a little late a tall slender figure walks into the room. His wild and jet-black hair contrasts sharply with his pale skin. His eyes glow a pale blue, and he has black patterns across his face.
"For the time being, I shall stay standing, if you don't mind," the man replies. "However, I will take a drink of nebular nectar if you have it."
He then looks around at the rest of the gathered group. Nodding as he does so, but not saying much else.
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Happy to see this gathering turning social, Moneo introduces himself to the newcomers and helps them to find drinks. "So it was Revelry," he says, looking to the Tiefling, "and...?"hoping to get the others' names as he returns to his seat.
"Huh... oh sure I'll take a drink too, but ale for me, none of that fancy stuff. Turns my tummy the wrong way." Barreknar clearly missing the question, happily seeing the last new comer didn't have horns either. But it's 2 with horns to 1 without, I need to find me some horns to fit into the crowd better. Looking at the newcomer, he says, "Well that's another first for me. Uhhh whats, ahh, what do they call you? I'm called Barreknar, in case any one was curious about that."
“Yes, Revelry is indeed my name.”He says to the Satyr. “Nice to meet you Moneo.”
He looks toward the half orc as he commented about the pumpkin soup. “It means the same thing. Just different way of saying it, silly.” He chuckles.
As the last one came and he too ask for a drink, Revelry can’t help but follow. ”Ah, if you offer a drink, a spiced wine would be appreciated, thank you.”
Moneo chuckles a bit at the tall slender figure ((human? you didn't say...)), and says, "Protector of mortals eh? It is an honor to meet one of your status! I one day aspire to have such a prestigious title."Then finishing the drink in his hand he looks to their host and says, "Well Madryck, you have quite the eclectic group of friends! Are we waiting for anyone else? I must admit, I am quite curious as to the contents of your letter."
Madryck pours himself a drink and then addresses you all. "This is everyone who I dared invite. I hope you will be enough, but I didn't want to send too many. You know what they say, too many cooks spoil the broth. I’ve acquired many treasures and made important contacts during my lengthy adventuring career. I would like to pass the treasures I possess and the favours I am owed to you. In exchange, I ask that you travel to Prismeer, a domain in the Feywild, and find out what fate has befallen the archfey that rules it. This archfey, Zybilna, is my patron and inspiration—the source of my power. I have been unable to contact Zybilna for the better part of a year, and I fear something terrible has happened. My adventuring days are over, but Zybilna has been good to me, and I would like to know she is well before I take my leave.
Every eight years, our world is visited by a traveling extravaganza called the Witchlight Carnival. It recently returned and is camped three days’ travel from here. I’m asking you now because this carnival might pack up and leave in a week or two, and it contains your only route to Prismeer—a fey crossing, if you will. Seek out Zybilna of Prismeer, help her if you can, and return with proof that she is alive and well. Upon your return, all the hard-won earnings of my adventuring career shall be yours.”
“Are you sure, Madryck? All of it? Well good sir, that would be a very generous donation to the monastery and in turn we could help a lot of people with it.”He said, still in some state of disbelief.
“This Zybilna of Prismeer, it seems like you’re very close even when one of you aren’t from this world. And the care seems to go both ways. I understand my good man, I too would go to the end of the world if Master Zaru is missing one day. I‘ll definitely help, although I can’t promise that we’ll be successful, but I’ll try as best as I can.” He continued, looking at the old man with a sense of understanding and sympathy.
“Can you describe what she looks like? And what can you tell about Prismeer and the Feywild?” He sips his spiced wine as he waits for Madryck to answer.
"The Feywild?!"Moneo responds in surprise. "Even for a fey being such as myself, travel to there is not common, nor easy. I was there once as a child, though I remember little of it. If there is anything about the Feywild you could tell us, that would be helpful before embarking on such a trip." Remembering the second point about the carnival, he then adds, "And a crossing at a carnival? This carnival must be quite special indeed. Is the crossing there available to anyone?"Moneo then helps himself to another drink, quite enjoying the stock this old adventurer has collected.
Dumbfounded, Barreknar sits there thinking for a bit. "Umm... maybe we could use some of treasures to help us be successful? Also how much does it cost to get into this carnival?" He had never been to a carnival before. "Are fey creatures as squishy as those we have here? I feel very unprepared for what you ask, I see why you asked the others as well." Sitting back in the chair, he turns to Moneo, "better make that 2 ales."
Swirling the drink in his glass, Moneo grabs a bottle of ale, cools it, and as he hands it to Berreknar, says,“And what type of Fey do you think are squishy exactly? We,“emphasizing the word, hoping that the half-orc will finally begin to understand that Moneo, too, is a person, while also being Fey as he’d said a moment before, “do come in all shapes and sizes. Though… you do raise a good point.”Turning to their host he adds, “Is there anything of which you could loan us to aid in our search?”
Dravos listens to Madryck's words, considering them carefully. Then he nods his head, "Very well. I will seek to travel to this Feywild. If the archfey has not been in contact with you for a year, then I fear she may have fallen prey to a dreadful nightmare. Perhaps the whole of Prismeer is suffering the same as Zybilna, and is plagued by nightmares. If Zybilna and Prismeer have fallen to nightmares, then I will see to free her and her realm."
Then he turns to Moneo, "Travelling the realms is not an easy task. However, fear not. For I have experience in traversing the planes of existence. Like you, I am not from this plane."
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You have been summoned to the abode of a human warlock named Madryck Roslof. He lives on a giant pumpkin farm, sharing his rustic farmhouse space with rodents and pixies. His adventuring days are behind him, and he looks quite old and frail. Nevertheless, he is delighted to make your acquaintance.
He invites you in. "Please have a seat. I'm waiting for some more people. Make yourself comfortable. May I get you a drink?"
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Walking in with a quiet clop clop clop of his hooves on the floor, Moneo walks with an air of pride. There are few of his folk around, and to be one called upon by this well known, though older, adventurer, confirms that his hard work over the past years has come through. “Madryck! It has been a while. I would love a drink. Thank you.” Almost flopping down into the char he pulls out his pipe and begins to fill it with tobacco.
Moneo is a, just under, middle aged Satyr, and like his folk keeps his appearance simple. Wearing only what looks like a short toga covering his left shoulder and down to his thighs. His leg fur, as well as the hair on his head and sideburns is a deep auburn color, and his other shoulder and arm are covered in freckles from time spent in the sun. Lighting his pipe he leans back and looks to the old adventurer and says, “I must admit, I am quite curious about what you have to tell us! Your letter was rather vague, though something about a search in ‘a faraway place’! You do know how to give some suspense!” He then sits back patiently enjoying his drink while the others arrive.
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The ringing of metal scraping on metal, that familiar sound of someone moving in armor meant for a battle field more then moving about, announces the arrival of Barreknar long before crossing the homes threshold. Helmet in hand, shield on his back, and his morningstar by his side, the Half Orc clearly had well used hand me down armor but it did suit him well. Appearing to have inherited more of the Orc side of his background, his head and tusked are slightly oversized. He enters the room very cautiously, like he's not sure if he's in the right spot. "Uhhh.. Greetings Madryck, hope I'm not too early, or late for the matter. Ummm.. Apologies." Seeing the Satyr in the chair, without realizing he says, "Woow, never seen me one of them before. Ahh I mean sorry to bother you both. Should I return at a better time Madryck? I'm sure whatever it is you wished of me can way until your business is done."
Moneo stops mid drink and stares, clearly in shock, at the half-orc who just walked in who just referred to him as a ‘one of them’. Looking to his host he half hopes this new, somewhat racist, guest is there for a different reason, though it seems unlikely based on the timing.
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Madryck, without missing a beat replies to Barreknar "You have never seen a pipe before? I am sure I have one lying around somewhere if you would like to try one. But no, I have the same business for both of you. I invited some others too. I do hope they turn up."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Moneo grins at the old man’s turn of words, and looks up to the half-orc, finishes his drink, and reaches for a refill as well as to pour another glass. Chilling them both and handing the second up he says, “Have a seat and join for a drink. I’ll show you how the pipe works since it seems new to you. I’m Moneo. You good with that weapon? I try to deal with things with words when possible, but sometimes those things do come in handy.”
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Revelry walks into the giant pumpkin farm and admire the strange view. The tiefling’s red skin is brightened by the sunlight which glinting off a pair of large gold earrings dangling from his pointy ears. As the monk makes his way into the rustic farmhouse, a strong wind ruffles his hairs and robes, both are in the color of sapphire. The fabric of the robes is ornamented with paintings of flowers and birds of paradise, currently blocked by a leather rucksack, hanging from one shoulder. On the other shoulder he carried a shortsword, sheathed in a black scabbard with a yellow tassel hanging from the hilt of the same color as the scabbard.
He tidy up the ruffled hair between his horns before opening the door of the farmhouse.
“Good afternoon.” He says as he entering the abode.
He saw two people already arrived at the place, though his yellow eyes are drawn to the frail old man, believing that this is Madryck Roslof whose letter he received a couple days ago.
He said to the old man.
“My name’s Revelry, here to address your request for help from a couple of days ago.” He introduces himself before sitting upon one of the available chair, putting down the rucksack from his shoulder down to the floor beside him. The sword on the other hand stay slung on his right shoulder. He nods to the satyr and the half orc that arrived earlier.
“Did you two came here to help Mr. Roslof finding a missing person too?” He asks both of the guests and turns to the old man again. “Did they?”
Confused about the pipe comments, "Ahh... I've seen pipe with smoke before. I ah... I never.." before getting to finish his thought, the new member strolled through the door.
"I think pumpkins are better in the soup then eating soup out of, lots of inards to those things."
"No, Madryck helped me out when finding a different missing folk." Looking back and forth between the other two called by Madryck, Barreknar looks at their horns, and then at his helmet a d frowns a bit. Maybe he should see if he can get some horns for his helmet so he wouldn't be the only one without. He sits down near Moneo, setting his pack at his feet and adjusting his morningstar into his lap. "I'm much better with this then words, though I'm guessing you guessed that..huh"
Arriving a little late a tall slender figure walks into the room. His wild and jet-black hair contrasts sharply with his pale skin. His eyes glow a pale blue, and he has black patterns across his face.
"For the time being, I shall stay standing, if you don't mind," the man replies. "However, I will take a drink of nebular nectar if you have it."
He then looks around at the rest of the gathered group. Nodding as he does so, but not saying much else.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Happy to see this gathering turning social, Moneo introduces himself to the newcomers and helps them to find drinks. "So it was Revelry," he says, looking to the Tiefling, "and...?" hoping to get the others' names as he returns to his seat.
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"Huh... oh sure I'll take a drink too, but ale for me, none of that fancy stuff. Turns my tummy the wrong way." Barreknar clearly missing the question, happily seeing the last new comer didn't have horns either. But it's 2 with horns to 1 without, I need to find me some horns to fit into the crowd better. Looking at the newcomer, he says, "Well that's another first for me. Uhhh whats, ahh, what do they call you? I'm called Barreknar, in case any one was curious about that."
“Yes, Revelry is indeed my name.” He says to the Satyr. “Nice to meet you Moneo.”
He looks toward the half orc as he commented about the pumpkin soup. “It means the same thing. Just different way of saying it, silly.” He chuckles.
As the last one came and he too ask for a drink, Revelry can’t help but follow.
”Ah, if you offer a drink, a spiced wine would be appreciated, thank you.”
"Dravos," Dravos replies. "Dravos the Dream Guardian, protector of mortals from the Nightmares."
As he speaks he taps his long, spindly fingers along the staff in his hand.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Moneo chuckles a bit at the tall slender figure ((human? you didn't say...)), and says, "Protector of mortals eh? It is an honor to meet one of your status! I one day aspire to have such a prestigious title." Then finishing the drink in his hand he looks to their host and says, "Well Madryck, you have quite the eclectic group of friends! Are we waiting for anyone else? I must admit, I am quite curious as to the contents of your letter."
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Madryck pours himself a drink and then addresses you all. "This is everyone who I dared invite. I hope you will be enough, but I didn't want to send too many. You know what they say, too many cooks spoil the broth. I’ve acquired many treasures and made important contacts during my lengthy adventuring career. I would like to pass the treasures I possess and the favours I am owed to you. In exchange, I ask that you travel to Prismeer, a domain in the Feywild, and find out what fate has befallen the archfey that rules it. This archfey, Zybilna, is my patron and inspiration—the source of my power. I have been unable to contact Zybilna for the better part of a year, and I fear something terrible has happened. My adventuring days are over, but Zybilna has been good to me, and I would like to know she is well before I take my leave.
Every eight years, our world is visited by a traveling extravaganza called the Witchlight Carnival. It recently returned and is camped three days’ travel from here. I’m asking you now because this carnival might pack up and leave in a week or two, and it contains your only route to Prismeer—a fey crossing, if you will. Seek out Zybilna of Prismeer, help her if you can, and return with proof that she is alive and well. Upon your return, all the hard-won earnings of my adventuring career shall be yours.”
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
“Are you sure, Madryck? All of it? Well good sir, that would be a very generous donation to the monastery and in turn we could help a lot of people with it.” He said, still in some state of disbelief.
“This Zybilna of Prismeer, it seems like you’re very close even when one of you aren’t from this world. And the care seems to go both ways. I understand my good man, I too would go to the end of the world if Master Zaru is missing one day. I‘ll definitely help, although I can’t promise that we’ll be successful, but I’ll try as best as I can.” He continued, looking at the old man with a sense of understanding and sympathy.
“Can you describe what she looks like? And what can you tell about Prismeer and the Feywild?” He sips his spiced wine as he waits for Madryck to answer.
"The Feywild?!" Moneo responds in surprise. "Even for a fey being such as myself, travel to there is not common, nor easy. I was there once as a child, though I remember little of it. If there is anything about the Feywild you could tell us, that would be helpful before embarking on such a trip." Remembering the second point about the carnival, he then adds, "And a crossing at a carnival? This carnival must be quite special indeed. Is the crossing there available to anyone?" Moneo then helps himself to another drink, quite enjoying the stock this old adventurer has collected.
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Dumbfounded, Barreknar sits there thinking for a bit. "Umm... maybe we could use some of treasures to help us be successful? Also how much does it cost to get into this carnival?" He had never been to a carnival before. "Are fey creatures as squishy as those we have here? I feel very unprepared for what you ask, I see why you asked the others as well." Sitting back in the chair, he turns to Moneo, "better make that 2 ales."
Swirling the drink in his glass, Moneo grabs a bottle of ale, cools it, and as he hands it to Berreknar, says, “And what type of Fey do you think are squishy exactly? We,“ emphasizing the word, hoping that the half-orc will finally begin to understand that Moneo, too, is a person, while also being Fey as he’d said a moment before, “do come in all shapes and sizes. Though… you do raise a good point.” Turning to their host he adds, “Is there anything of which you could loan us to aid in our search?”
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Dravos listens to Madryck's words, considering them carefully. Then he nods his head, "Very well. I will seek to travel to this Feywild. If the archfey has not been in contact with you for a year, then I fear she may have fallen prey to a dreadful nightmare. Perhaps the whole of Prismeer is suffering the same as Zybilna, and is plagued by nightmares. If Zybilna and Prismeer have fallen to nightmares, then I will see to free her and her realm."
Then he turns to Moneo, "Travelling the realms is not an easy task. However, fear not. For I have experience in traversing the planes of existence. Like you, I am not from this plane."
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax