The Boar & Lyreis, from its outer appearance, a completely unremarkable inn. The walls of the first floor are windowless stone block while the upper level is made from wooden planks. Only the weathered sign above the door gives you any indication you've come to the right place.
Inside, the tavern is dark and dingy, lit by too few lanterns and candles. That's the way Pick's clientele like it because, despite outward appearances, the Boar caters to a different sort. The kind of people who prefer to keep a low profile and their business private.
It doesn't take long to spot your contact, he's exactly as described. The old gray Half-Elf, with the long gray beard, in road worn gray robes sits in a corner facing the door. Even his name is gray...Greyham Grimore...and, though you've never met in person, he seems to recognize you...
Torin approaches the Boar with quiet confidence. He doesn’t strut in…he’s not one to draw eyes by bursting into a room like he owns it, but he looks like he knows what he’s doing. His confidence, however, falters for a step as he makes eye contact with the grey man. He turns away to break it, and makes his way calmly to a nearby table before sitting down. Not at the same table as the man, but close enough to be in talking distance, waiting for him to make the first move. Now that he's sitting, you have a chance to get a better look at him. Torin is a silver dragonborn with a long scar on his arm. He slowly taps his fingers on the table, but they make no noise, as he is missing the claws on his first two fingers of his visible right hand.
Zeke de Zani asks for mead and scans the Boar. Upon seeing the half-elf, he goes over and says loudly, “Hey, old man - I challenge you to a game of Dragonchess!” Zeke sits down and softly says, “I was told that I could find you here. You need to watch your back more.” Zeke takes a long drink, belches loudly, and says loudly, “Are we playing for coopers or silver?”
The faintest hint of a smile quirks up at the corner of the wizard's mouth.
"You must be Zeke then. Your skill at dragonchess is...*cough*...a thing of legend. Though it's another set of skills that bring you here, I believe."
Inside his head, Torin hears the wizard's voice.
"You may as well come over. There's no good in either of us pretending another Silver Dragonborn is about to arrive. Even in the Boar, your kind is a rare breed."
"Well, set up the table," he exhorts the Dwarf, "I'd hate to miss the chance to tell people I lost a copper at dragonchess to Zeke de Zani!"
Torin rises from his table, then sits back down by the wizard, now at his table.
"This I have to see!" he proclaims, though not quite matching Zeke's volume."I have never witnessed Zeke de Zani's prowess at dragonchess for myself, though have heard of it from across the world!"
He too, lowers his tone as an aside to the wizard, "You can't blame me for trying to draw as little attention to us as possible, despite my appearance."
In a normal voice to Torin, “Happy to have an audience, particularly one like you who looks strong. It will take a high constitution to stomach my playing style “ Then he chuckles at his own joke.
Grey begins to set up his side of the board but he is clearly distracted, frequently glancing up at the door.
"I suppose introductions are in order..."
"I'm Greyham Grimore, but you can just call me Grey. You've been invited here because I am in need of some adventurers to assist me with...an errand...of the utmost importance."
He leans in conspiratorially and whispers, "Have either of you heard of the Iskander Tharkas?"
This is a point where I would expect an experienced player to ask if they can make a History skill check to see if they have heard of Iskander Tharkas. Since you're still new, I'll go ahead and prompt you to make skill checks the first few times. Eventually, I'll expect you to start thinking about when they might apply on your own. There are two ways you can make skill checks. You can go to your character sheet in DnDB and roll there by going under skills and clicking on the bonus listed next to the skill. The other option is to use the dice roller here on the forums. Just select the second to last icon, the black square that looks like a dice, it will default to a roll of one twenty-sided dice (1d20) then you would enter your character's bonus to history. The forum will roll for you when you post your message. In general, the first option is easier.
Krog finds the tavern and enters the dark, dank place. Every limited candle and lantern glows off the paladin’s clean polished armor. It would not be surprising if all the patrons turned and took notice of this tall Half-Orc. But it is the stare of the bearded old man that Krog notices. He walks toward the old man’s table, with others sitting with him, one a dragonborn, another a Dwarf, he notices. “My apologies for the delay. I am Krog. Well met,” he says with a gentle bow.
Jack , having arrived minutes prior to ask for some information, overhears the conversation and desides to continue listening before finally remembering he was called to this party... "Greeting everybody pardon me for being so forgetful ... i am Jack Blackhands here to serve" he says before giving a formal salute putting him EVEN CLOSER to the ground before struggling to get on one of the seats.
Grey looks up in surprise and relief, surprise that he missed the others entry but relief that they are finally here.
"Welcome, both of you. Please, join us."
He raises his hand and gestures to Pick with two fingers. A few moments later, a fair skinned Half-Elf with curly red hair delivers two more ales to the table.
"Krog, Jack, this is Torin and Zeke. You can call me Grey."
he furrows his brow for a moment.
"Let's see, where were we again... Oh, yes, Iskander..."
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"Iskander Tharkas," Krog repeats to himself but loud enough that others could likely hear. He ponders long enough that the curly red hair delivers him an ale. Krog takes a massive swig that nearly drains the mug. He smiles. "I think I like this place," he says.
“Perhaps indeed,” Krog will nod in the affirmative to Torin. “He was a Necromancer I believe. Defeated long ago by a band of heroes."
Krog will polish off his ale with a satisfied exhale. Then look at Grey, “I am intrigued, kind sir. What concerns you about this Necromancer from ages past?”
Krog will polish off his ale with a satisfied exhale. Then look at Grey, “I am intrigued, kind sir. What concerns you about this Necromancer from ages past?”
"When Iskander was defeated, his body was locked away in a hidden tomb, along with his spellbook, and protected by powerful guardians and traps. I've learned that the necromancer Bargle has learned the location of the tomb and seeks to claim Iskander's spellbook as his own."
"To that end, Bargle has already stolen the journal of Xonthal, the wizard who created the tomb. It's only a matter of time before he learns the secrets of the tomb and how to bypass its defenses. I intend to make sure the book has been moved before he has the chance to do so."
“Necromancers.” Krog mutters. “They are abominations that oppose all life. And it sounds like this Bargle is about to be a bigger problem. And you need help stopping him.”
“I am in,” Krog says plainly. “I could also use another ale. Where is that curly redhead?”
“Wizard affairs. Always dangerous. I like adventure as much if not more than any other being. But what is in it for us to help you?”
"A fair question. If you're looking for payment, I have none, but anything you find in the tomb...save for the book of Iskander...is yours to keep. That plus the enduring gratitude of the enemies of Bargle."
“I am in,” Krog says plainly. “I could also use another ale. Where is that curly redhead?”
Grey nods his gratitude at your answer but seems to scowl a bit at your reference to the redhead. He signals to Pick at the bar and a minute later she arrives with another round of ales.
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The Boar & Lyre is, from its outer appearance, a completely unremarkable inn. The walls of the first floor are windowless stone block while the upper level is made from wooden planks. Only the weathered sign above the door gives you any indication you've come to the right place.
Inside, the tavern is dark and dingy, lit by too few lanterns and candles. That's the way Pick's clientele like it because, despite outward appearances, the Boar caters to a different sort. The kind of people who prefer to keep a low profile and their business private.
It doesn't take long to spot your contact, he's exactly as described. The old gray Half-Elf, with the long gray beard, in road worn gray robes sits in a corner facing the door. Even his name is gray...Greyham Grimore...and, though you've never met in person, he seems to recognize you...
Torin approaches the Boar with quiet confidence. He doesn’t strut in…he’s not one to draw eyes by bursting into a room like he owns it, but he looks like he knows what he’s doing. His confidence, however, falters for a step as he makes eye contact with the grey man. He turns away to break it, and makes his way calmly to a nearby table before sitting down. Not at the same table as the man, but close enough to be in talking distance, waiting for him to make the first move. Now that he's sitting, you have a chance to get a better look at him. Torin is a silver dragonborn with a long scar on his arm. He slowly taps his fingers on the table, but they make no noise, as he is missing the claws on his first two fingers of his visible right hand.
Zeke de Zani asks for mead and scans the Boar. Upon seeing the half-elf, he goes over and says loudly, “Hey, old man - I challenge you to a game of Dragonchess!” Zeke sits down and softly says, “I was told that I could find you here. You need to watch your back more.” Zeke takes a long drink, belches loudly, and says loudly, “Are we playing for coopers or silver?”
The faintest hint of a smile quirks up at the corner of the wizard's mouth.
"You must be Zeke then. Your skill at dragonchess is...*cough*...a thing of legend. Though it's another set of skills that bring you here, I believe."
Inside his head, Torin hears the wizard's voice.
"You may as well come over. There's no good in either of us pretending another Silver Dragonborn is about to arrive. Even in the Boar, your kind is a rare breed."
"Well, set up the table," he exhorts the Dwarf, "I'd hate to miss the chance to tell people I lost a copper at dragonchess to Zeke de Zani!"
Torin rises from his table, then sits back down by the wizard, now at his table.
"This I have to see!" he proclaims, though not quite matching Zeke's volume. "I have never witnessed Zeke de Zani's prowess at dragonchess for myself, though have heard of it from across the world!"
He too, lowers his tone as an aside to the wizard, "You can't blame me for trying to draw as little attention to us as possible, despite my appearance."
"A perfectly reasonable amount of caution. Unfortunately time, not spies, are my greatest concern at the moment."
He glances at the door as if expecting someone, his brows furrowed slightly.
"It seems the others have been delayed."
In a normal voice to Torin, “Happy to have an audience, particularly one like you who looks strong. It will take a high constitution to stomach my playing style “ Then he chuckles at his own joke.
Grey begins to set up his side of the board but he is clearly distracted, frequently glancing up at the door.
"I suppose introductions are in order..."
"I'm Greyham Grimore, but you can just call me Grey. You've been invited here because I am in need of some adventurers to assist me with...an errand...of the utmost importance."
He leans in conspiratorially and whispers, "Have either of you heard of the Iskander Tharkas?"
This is a point where I would expect an experienced player to ask if they can make a History skill check to see if they have heard of Iskander Tharkas. Since you're still new, I'll go ahead and prompt you to make skill checks the first few times. Eventually, I'll expect you to start thinking about when they might apply on your own. There are two ways you can make skill checks. You can go to your character sheet in DnDB and roll there by going under skills and clicking on the bonus listed next to the skill. The other option is to use the dice roller here on the forums. Just select the second to last icon, the black square that looks like a dice, it will default to a roll of one twenty-sided dice (1d20) then you would enter your character's bonus to history. The forum will roll for you when you post your message. In general, the first option is easier.
Krog finds the tavern and enters the dark, dank place. Every limited candle and lantern glows off the paladin’s clean polished armor. It would not be surprising if all the patrons turned and took notice of this tall Half-Orc. But it is the stare of the bearded old man that Krog notices. He walks toward the old man’s table, with others sitting with him, one a dragonborn, another a Dwarf, he notices. “My apologies for the delay. I am Krog. Well met,” he says with a gentle bow.
Jack , having arrived minutes prior to ask for some information, overhears the conversation and desides to continue listening before finally remembering he was called to this party... "Greeting everybody pardon me for being so forgetful ... i am Jack Blackhands here to serve" he says before giving a formal salute putting him EVEN CLOSER to the ground before struggling to get on one of the seats.
Grey looks up in surprise and relief, surprise that he missed the others entry but relief that they are finally here.
"Welcome, both of you. Please, join us."
He raises his hand and gestures to Pick with two fingers. A few moments later, a fair skinned Half-Elf with curly red hair delivers two more ales to the table.
"Krog, Jack, this is Torin and Zeke. You can call me Grey."
he furrows his brow for a moment.
"Let's see, where were we again... Oh, yes, Iskander..."
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"Iskander Tharkas," Krog repeats to himself but loud enough that others could likely hear. He ponders long enough that the curly red hair delivers him an ale. Krog takes a massive swig that nearly drains the mug. He smiles. "I think I like this place," he says.
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Torin raises an eyebrow. "Perhaps..."
“Perhaps indeed,” Krog will nod in the affirmative to Torin. “He was a Necromancer I believe. Defeated long ago by a band of heroes."
Krog will polish off his ale with a satisfied exhale. Then look at Grey, “I am intrigued, kind sir. What concerns you about this Necromancer from ages past?”
(going to hold off on my response to give others a chance to make their skill checks as well)
History 15-1=14
”Pretty sure I don’t owe him money.”
"When Iskander was defeated, his body was locked away in a hidden tomb, along with his spellbook, and protected by powerful guardians and traps. I've learned that the necromancer Bargle has learned the location of the tomb and seeks to claim Iskander's spellbook as his own."
"To that end, Bargle has already stolen the journal of Xonthal, the wizard who created the tomb. It's only a matter of time before he learns the secrets of the tomb and how to bypass its defenses. I intend to make sure the book has been moved before he has the chance to do so."
“Wizard affairs. Always dangerous. I like adventure as much if not more than any other being. But what is in it for us to help you?”
“Necromancers.” Krog mutters. “They are abominations that oppose all life. And it sounds like this Bargle is about to be a bigger problem. And you need help stopping him.”
“I am in,” Krog says plainly. “I could also use another ale. Where is that curly redhead?”
"A fair question. If you're looking for payment, I have none, but anything you find in the tomb...save for the book of Iskander...is yours to keep. That plus the enduring gratitude of the enemies of Bargle."
Grey nods his gratitude at your answer but seems to scowl a bit at your reference to the redhead. He signals to Pick at the bar and a minute later she arrives with another round of ales.