Fin who has rarely spoken until now says "I will go with Vorken, to speak with the barkeep and to watch over Vorken". He says the last part with a slight smile and follows behind the dwarf. He looks to the sky, slightly worried about the incoming storm and wonders when it will hit.
Aerradin simply stands in the main path staring at that oncoming storm. Storms are not always just storms, nothing is anymore. He thinks to himself as he furrows his brow and takes a deep breath. After about a minute he follows behind some of his group and wanders into the Inn. Thinking to himself as he walks in Where might Vorken have gotten to, drunk again at the bar?
Vorkan Steelheart, a practiced dwarf of Gah’Zum recognizes little in the village square before he enters the Scoundrels Cup. The tools look to be a dwarven make, no doubt the local smith is of dwarven descent. The sign above the inn shakes in the wind, whatever art was depicted on the sign it has long ago faded. The storm presses inwards from the coast, dark clouds brooding, no doubt it will land by nightfall.
The guards are taken aback by the generosity of the stranger, no doubt rumors will spread of the travelers’ generosity. Both from a man in armor and a young woman professing their riches! II’Aria walks deftly from cobblestone to cobblestone, navigating around puddles and potholes. In the heights of a building in the square she notices a form watching from a window, the form quickly shuts the blinds. The building is unmarked, likely housing of some kind. The doorstep of the Inn stands before her, stone steps leading up to an iron bound double door. The warmth of fire and a bed calling from inside.
Fin follows Vorkan into the inn, the wide double doors opening with a rusty sound. Fins eyes easily adjust to the dim lighting. He notices a small amount of people at the bar, what looks like an off-duty guard, a few farmers and an apron clad dwarf. Behind the counter is a half elf, undeniably handsome and cleaning a glass while telling jokes. The common room has half a dozen tables arced around a hearth. Benches line the wall and stairs lead up to what is probably the rooms. Behind the bar leads a doorway to the kitchen.
Fergus and Michael follow the party, some of the peasants even offer a shallow bow of their heads and occasional “milord” to Fergus. His noble stature, garb and aura certainly depict him as such. Only nobles would carry themselves in that way and flash gold at the town gates.
The barkeep stops washing the mug when he sees people entering. " How may I be of service? don't get many strangers in these parts anymore! I am Elias, the barkeep. My sister owns the place, I just work here! haha!" He nervously eyes some of the farmers, but smiles and beckons them into the common room. " I have a turnip stew with artichoke, and pints of ale. 6 coppers for a pairing. If its room you want, I can't say i'd do any less than a silver a night. We've fallen on hard times, and the Republic don't send caravans to Dartsmouth. At least by land."
At this one of the farmers drunkenly adds, " Its 'at woods it is! Lights seen out onna' marsh at night. Nor' est' of ere', we call it ta' Wither Wood." his expression darkens and he continues. " Ey' say the woods speak at night, an know things about a man that jus ain't make sense." At this point the whole bar is listening. Turned to the party, the drunken guard adds " Every seven day isa murder, the moons comes peekin' outta the clouds at night. Blood red it is, an full when it outta not be. Other travelers say it doesn't do it elsewhere but if your like to stay, best not stay for long." He stares into his mug, trying to forget.
Fin turns to Elias, still offering a warm smile that challenges the fire. "I would like to speak with your sister, the Mayor, about a probable alternative payment". He then turns to see Vorken eyeing the ale, he sighs and hands a single gold coin over to Elias. "This is for the dwarf, give him as much ale as this coin can give him, but cut him off after that. Don't let him or anyone else pay for him."
Il'aria stepped into the Inn, a loud creak announcing her presence. She walked right up the bar, and the attractive man behind it, and slid onto a stool. "How may I be of service? don't get many strangers in these parts anymore! I am Elias, the barkeep. My sister owns the place, I just work here! haha!" the blonde half-elf said with a chuckle. "I have a turnip stew with artichoke, and pints of ale. 6 coppers for a pairing. If its room you want, I can't say i'd do any less than a silver a night. We've fallen on hard times, and the Republic don't send caravans to Dartsmouth. At least by land."
The rogue's ears perked up at the mention of murder from one of the townsfolk. Now murder, that meant something interesting was afoot. Something worth a hero being there. As grisly and horrible as death was, she couldn't deny that it was good for business.
"I suppose family loyalty is the reason someone so... Strapping as you is stuck behind a bar top," Il'aria slid six copper across the table, winking at Elias. ((OOC: She's trying to seduce him. Or at least, flirt information out of him. Not sure what kind of check you may want here.)) "I suppose there are worse things you could be doing. Tell me, what's your favorite part of this job?"
Giving Finn a rather energitic pat on the back, "You do me a great service friend! I shall make sure to save a mug for you! With that Vorkan started walking eyeing the casks with hope and joy in his eyes. Making his way to the bar, Vorkan struggles only for a moment to get up on one of the stools next too Il'aria. "Now wait a moment Il'aria, let the man serve his customers before you get him talking," with a good hearted laugh. "Aye sir if I could trouble you for a cask of your finest ale! And tell me, if you can, who is your supplier and how do they make their ale?"
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"I would like to speak with your sister, the Mayor, about a probable alternative payment". Fin then turns to see Vorkan eyeing the ale, he sighs and hands a single gold coin over to Elias. "This is for the dwarf, give him as much ale as this coin can give him, but cut him off after that. Don't let him or anyone else pay for him."
Elias grins, " No worries friend priest." He eyes Fin's vestments over " I've dealt with dwarves in a bar, in fact I'd introduce you all to the town smith Odinger. You see, I've an agreement with ol' Od here to point travelers his way." to punctuate the statement, Elias slams a sloshing pint of ale in front of Vorkan, and another in front of the apron clad dwarf at the bar. Elias slips the gold coin behind his collar. " For a gold, ill have you and your friends lodged up stairs and fed 3 squares until day after tomorrow." Odinger chimes in " If yah have tools, weapons, and armor, I was smith in Myv before a cult of Hextor laid waste to the mines. I've mainly done work on plows and ox shoes, it'd be nice to work on some real pieces."
Elias, wiping some spilled ale from the bar looks at Fin, " Well, priest. I'll inform you my sister will be joining us in the evening for dinner. She's on tour out at Farmer Jordy's he's got a land dispute with a neighbor but I'm sure things will be settled over a goat or two."
"I suppose family loyalty is the reason someone so... Strapping as you is stuck behind a bar top," Il'aria slid six copper across the table, winking at Elias. "I suppose there are worse things you could be doing. Tell me, what's your favorite part of this job?" [II'ariaRoll persuasion check ]
"Now wait a moment Il'aria, let the man serve his customers before you get him talking," Vorkan lets out a good hearted laugh. "Aye sir if I could trouble you for a cask of your finest ale! And tell me, if you can, who is your supplier and how do they make their ale?"
In response and without a second thought, Elias brushes a lock of hair behind an ear revealing its slightly rounded curve. He ignores Vorkan at first and speaks to II'Aria " Really, i'm only Elan's half brother, our mother went missing a few decades ago. It's likely she won't be back. I stick around to watch over this here inn, Elan's had an interest in this place ever since we were little. I suspect she will continue to do so for ages to come." He addresses Vorkan, " I apologize master dwarf, its never wise to keep a lady waiting. I'll have a cask brought up from around back, and i'll have you know its brewed out on the marsh. Farmer Willhye brews it up and sells it at 2 silver a cask, we have an existing agreement with the inn that he sells it to us cheaper than the town folk so we can stay in business. It's not a secret, so most of the drinking gets done here. No one bothers competing however, Willhye's done it, his father did it and his father's father. It's the way its always been around here."
Elias addresses everyone. " If you're looking for news, or work. Best to wait for my sister, she will want to speak with everyone. I'm sure you all have your own business, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Its not a secret this town is in trouble, if anyone can help us, it'll be you folk."
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“The harder the world, the fiercer the honour.” ― Steven Erikson, Memories of Ice
"Oh, I nearly forgot to introduce myself, my name is Finnegan, and these are my friends" he says in elvish, " I'll go to the room to change from vestments into common clothes, i'd rather not dirty them more than they all ready are." he finishes in dwarvish, with a smile. He begins to walk to his room.
"Ha ha Believe me, I understand! Especially when it comes to this one," he says full of good cheer. Vorkan takes the mug and sips it at first to get a sense of the quality of the ale (OOC I'm thinking an Insight check, 15, for that but will wait for DM). Keeping his thoughts to himself he quickly pulls out a small notebook and begins to write in it. "Pardon me, but do you know where in the marshes this Farmer Willhye lives and how far? I would like to meet with him and get a sense of how he brews ale. Oh and I would also like a mug set aside for the priest He did after all buy it! Ha ha!" While waiting for Elias he continues to drink and write in the journal.
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"Really, i'm only Elan's half brother, our mother went missing a few decades ago. It's likely she won't be back. I stick around to watch over this here inn, Elan's had an interest in this place ever since we were little. I suspect she will continue to do so for ages to come," the other half elf replied to her first, before speaking to her dwarven companion. Il'aria mirrored his movement, pushing a dark brown lock behind her own semi-pointed ear. Most could immediately tell that Il-aria was a half-elf; her features were too sharp to be human, but not angular enough to be elven. ((OOC: 13 for persuasion.))
"I'm sure you meet all sorts of interesting people here," the rogue smiled, trying to overcome the fact that she had two oblivious dwarves as wing-men. "They say barkeeps get to learn some of the best secrets."
Ferugs remains taciturn but attentive until a Motivation to be in this desolate locale presents itself. Looking for a Resolution to inner conflicts and listening to the Story of a drunken madman is not a pleasant Scene. Hopefully he will soon Encounter someone other than the local riff-raff.
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As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
Aerradin enters the Inn and quickly notices his group's placement amongst the room. He notes down the layout of the building and quickly makes his way over to II'Aria and takes a seat aside her. "Nothing for me. I have my own." He pulls out a waterskin and takes a swig. "Il'aria, have you noticed anything particular of the town yet; any such jobs that warrant a full party or anything particular to this town's uneasiness?" Unconsciously he is taking account of each of the member's features and traits about them as he sizes up the patrons along with the wait staff.
Fin walks back in, common clothes under his chain mail instead of his vestments. He takes the pint left aside for him and hands it to Odinger smiling, and says, "I hope that a amazing friendship can blossom between us." He then walks over to Fergus and challenges him to a game of dragon chess to past the time.
Finally Vorkan is done with his notes and puts the journal away he then begins to make his way around the bar being nice and friendly. As he drinks he becomes louder and full of cheer. Trying to liven up the room with talk.
(OOC: The dice room was down when I was posting so I used a different roller, RPG Die Roller link in post. Also if people do not want to talk with him, Vorkan immediately leaves them alone.)
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OOC: I am currently waiting for Il'Aria to reply to my character while I think the DM needs to respond. It seems that it is in Limbo until the DM says otherwise
I'm waiting to see if Michael Oaktree will be joining us before I progress the story. It appears not, so I will begin posting as usual and drop him from the game. Sorry for the slow progression this is the nature of forum play. I will edit this post as necessary when i'm ready to continue.
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Fin who has rarely spoken until now says "I will go with Vorken, to speak with the barkeep and to watch over Vorken". He says the last part with a slight smile and follows behind the dwarf. He looks to the sky, slightly worried about the incoming storm and wonders when it will hit.
Perception 12
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
Aerradin simply stands in the main path staring at that oncoming storm. Storms are not always just storms, nothing is anymore. He thinks to himself as he furrows his brow and takes a deep breath. After about a minute he follows behind some of his group and wanders into the Inn. Thinking to himself as he walks in Where might Vorken have gotten to, drunk again at the bar?
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Southern Blackmoat, Darbannon Confederacy
Vorkan Steelheart, a practiced dwarf of Gah’Zum recognizes little in the village square before he enters the Scoundrels Cup. The tools look to be a dwarven make, no doubt the local smith is of dwarven descent. The sign above the inn shakes in the wind, whatever art was depicted on the sign it has long ago faded. The storm presses inwards from the coast, dark clouds brooding, no doubt it will land by nightfall.
The guards are taken aback by the generosity of the stranger, no doubt rumors will spread of the travelers’ generosity. Both from a man in armor and a young woman professing their riches! II’Aria walks deftly from cobblestone to cobblestone, navigating around puddles and potholes. In the heights of a building in the square she notices a form watching from a window, the form quickly shuts the blinds. The building is unmarked, likely housing of some kind. The doorstep of the Inn stands before her, stone steps leading up to an iron bound double door. The warmth of fire and a bed calling from inside.
Fin follows Vorkan into the inn, the wide double doors opening with a rusty sound. Fins eyes easily adjust to the dim lighting. He notices a small amount of people at the bar, what looks like an off-duty guard, a few farmers and an apron clad dwarf. Behind the counter is a half elf, undeniably handsome and cleaning a glass while telling jokes. The common room has half a dozen tables arced around a hearth. Benches line the wall and stairs lead up to what is probably the rooms. Behind the bar leads a doorway to the kitchen.
Fergus and Michael follow the party, some of the peasants even offer a shallow bow of their heads and occasional “milord” to Fergus. His noble stature, garb and aura certainly depict him as such. Only nobles would carry themselves in that way and flash gold at the town gates.
The barkeep stops washing the mug when he sees people entering. " How may I be of service? don't get many strangers in these parts anymore! I am Elias, the barkeep. My sister owns the place, I just work here! haha!" He nervously eyes some of the farmers, but smiles and beckons them into the common room. " I have a turnip stew with artichoke, and pints of ale. 6 coppers for a pairing. If its room you want, I can't say i'd do any less than a silver a night. We've fallen on hard times, and the Republic don't send caravans to Dartsmouth. At least by land."
At this one of the farmers drunkenly adds, " Its 'at woods it is! Lights seen out onna' marsh at night. Nor' est' of ere', we call it ta' Wither Wood." his expression darkens and he continues. " Ey' say the woods speak at night, an know things about a man that jus ain't make sense." At this point the whole bar is listening. Turned to the party, the drunken guard adds " Every seven day isa murder, the moons comes peekin' outta the clouds at night. Blood red it is, an full when it outta not be. Other travelers say it doesn't do it elsewhere but if your like to stay, best not stay for long." He stares into his mug, trying to forget.
― Steven Erikson, Memories of Ice
Fin turns to Elias, still offering a warm smile that challenges the fire. "I would like to speak with your sister, the Mayor, about a probable alternative payment". He then turns to see Vorken eyeing the ale, he sighs and hands a single gold coin over to Elias. "This is for the dwarf, give him as much ale as this coin can give him, but cut him off after that. Don't let him or anyone else pay for him."
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
Il'aria stepped into the Inn, a loud creak announcing her presence. She walked right up the bar, and the attractive man behind it, and slid onto a stool. "How may I be of service? don't get many strangers in these parts anymore! I am Elias, the barkeep. My sister owns the place, I just work here! haha!" the blonde half-elf said with a chuckle. "I have a turnip stew with artichoke, and pints of ale. 6 coppers for a pairing. If its room you want, I can't say i'd do any less than a silver a night. We've fallen on hard times, and the Republic don't send caravans to Dartsmouth. At least by land."
The rogue's ears perked up at the mention of murder from one of the townsfolk. Now murder, that meant something interesting was afoot. Something worth a hero being there. As grisly and horrible as death was, she couldn't deny that it was good for business.
"I suppose family loyalty is the reason someone so... Strapping as you is stuck behind a bar top," Il'aria slid six copper across the table, winking at Elias. ((OOC: She's trying to seduce him. Or at least, flirt information out of him. Not sure what kind of check you may want here.)) "I suppose there are worse things you could be doing. Tell me, what's your favorite part of this job?"
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Giving Finn a rather energitic pat on the back, "You do me a great service friend! I shall make sure to save a mug for you! With that Vorkan started walking eyeing the casks with hope and joy in his eyes. Making his way to the bar, Vorkan struggles only for a moment to get up on one of the stools next too Il'aria. "Now wait a moment Il'aria, let the man serve his customers before you get him talking," with a good hearted laugh. "Aye sir if I could trouble you for a cask of your finest ale! And tell me, if you can, who is your supplier and how do they make their ale?"
The Scoundrel's Cup
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"I would like to speak with your sister, the Mayor, about a probable alternative payment". Fin then turns to see Vorkan eyeing the ale, he sighs and hands a single gold coin over to Elias. "This is for the dwarf, give him as much ale as this coin can give him, but cut him off after that. Don't let him or anyone else pay for him."
Elias grins, " No worries friend priest." He eyes Fin's vestments over " I've dealt with dwarves in a bar, in fact I'd introduce you all to the town smith Odinger. You see, I've an agreement with ol' Od here to point travelers his way." to punctuate the statement, Elias slams a sloshing pint of ale in front of Vorkan, and another in front of the apron clad dwarf at the bar. Elias slips the gold coin behind his collar. " For a gold, ill have you and your friends lodged up stairs and fed 3 squares until day after tomorrow." Odinger chimes in " If yah have tools, weapons, and armor, I was smith in Myv before a cult of Hextor laid waste to the mines. I've mainly done work on plows and ox shoes, it'd be nice to work on some real pieces."
Elias, wiping some spilled ale from the bar looks at Fin, " Well, priest. I'll inform you my sister will be joining us in the evening for dinner. She's on tour out at Farmer Jordy's he's got a land dispute with a neighbor but I'm sure things will be settled over a goat or two."
"I suppose family loyalty is the reason someone so... Strapping as you is stuck behind a bar top," Il'aria slid six copper across the table, winking at Elias. "I suppose there are worse things you could be doing. Tell me, what's your favorite part of this job?" [II'aria Roll persuasion check ]
"Now wait a moment Il'aria, let the man serve his customers before you get him talking," Vorkan lets out a good hearted laugh. "Aye sir if I could trouble you for a cask of your finest ale! And tell me, if you can, who is your supplier and how do they make their ale?"
In response and without a second thought, Elias brushes a lock of hair behind an ear revealing its slightly rounded curve. He ignores Vorkan at first and speaks to II'Aria " Really, i'm only Elan's half brother, our mother went missing a few decades ago. It's likely she won't be back. I stick around to watch over this here inn, Elan's had an interest in this place ever since we were little. I suspect she will continue to do so for ages to come." He addresses Vorkan, " I apologize master dwarf, its never wise to keep a lady waiting. I'll have a cask brought up from around back, and i'll have you know its brewed out on the marsh. Farmer Willhye brews it up and sells it at 2 silver a cask, we have an existing agreement with the inn that he sells it to us cheaper than the town folk so we can stay in business. It's not a secret, so most of the drinking gets done here. No one bothers competing however, Willhye's done it, his father did it and his father's father. It's the way its always been around here."
Elias addresses everyone. " If you're looking for news, or work. Best to wait for my sister, she will want to speak with everyone. I'm sure you all have your own business, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Its not a secret this town is in trouble, if anyone can help us, it'll be you folk."
― Steven Erikson, Memories of Ice
"Oh, I nearly forgot to introduce myself, my name is Finnegan, and these are my friends" he says in elvish, " I'll go to the room to change from vestments into common clothes, i'd rather not dirty them more than they all ready are." he finishes in dwarvish, with a smile. He begins to walk to his room.
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
"Ha ha Believe me, I understand! Especially when it comes to this one," he says full of good cheer. Vorkan takes the mug and sips it at first to get a sense of the quality of the ale (OOC I'm thinking an Insight check, 15, for that but will wait for DM). Keeping his thoughts to himself he quickly pulls out a small notebook and begins to write in it. "Pardon me, but do you know where in the marshes this Farmer Willhye lives and how far? I would like to meet with him and get a sense of how he brews ale. Oh and I would also like a mug set aside for the priest He did after all buy it! Ha ha!" While waiting for Elias he continues to drink and write in the journal.
"Really, i'm only Elan's half brother, our mother went missing a few decades ago. It's likely she won't be back. I stick around to watch over this here inn, Elan's had an interest in this place ever since we were little. I suspect she will continue to do so for ages to come," the other half elf replied to her first, before speaking to her dwarven companion. Il'aria mirrored his movement, pushing a dark brown lock behind her own semi-pointed ear. Most could immediately tell that Il-aria was a half-elf; her features were too sharp to be human, but not angular enough to be elven. ((OOC: 13 for persuasion.))
"I'm sure you meet all sorts of interesting people here," the rogue smiled, trying to overcome the fact that she had two oblivious dwarves as wing-men. "They say barkeeps get to learn some of the best secrets."
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Ferugs remains taciturn but attentive until a Motivation to be in this desolate locale presents itself. Looking for a Resolution to inner conflicts and listening to the Story of a drunken madman is not a pleasant Scene. Hopefully he will soon Encounter someone other than the local riff-raff.
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
Aerradin enters the Inn and quickly notices his group's placement amongst the room. He notes down the layout of the building and quickly makes his way over to II'Aria and takes a seat aside her. "Nothing for me. I have my own." He pulls out a waterskin and takes a swig. "Il'aria, have you noticed anything particular of the town yet; any such jobs that warrant a full party or anything particular to this town's uneasiness?" Unconsciously he is taking account of each of the member's features and traits about them as he sizes up the patrons along with the wait staff.
Fin walks back in, common clothes under his chain mail instead of his vestments. He takes the pint left aside for him and hands it to Odinger smiling, and says, "I hope that a amazing friendship can blossom between us." He then walks over to Fergus and challenges him to a game of dragon chess to past the time.
Myron Craw- Isles of Famine
Fergus nods to the priest and eagerly accepts the offer to play Dragon chess.
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
Finally Vorkan is done with his notes and puts the journal away he then begins to make his way around the bar being nice and friendly. As he drinks he becomes louder and full of cheer. Trying to liven up the room with talk.
Persuasion: 8
(OOC: The dice room was down when I was posting so I used a different roller, RPG Die Roller link in post. Also if people do not want to talk with him, Vorkan immediately leaves them alone.)
Is this game still going?
As for me, I choose to believe that an extinct thunder lizard is running a game of Dungeons & Dragons via Twitter!
OOC: I am currently waiting for Il'Aria to reply to my character while I think the DM needs to respond. It seems that it is in Limbo until the DM says otherwise
((OOC: I'm waiting for the DM as well. Elias' response will dictate how she responds to Aerradin.))
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(OOC: I believe the DM said thatthey would be gone at this time due to Easter/Spring break.)
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I'm waiting to see if Michael Oaktree will be joining us before I progress the story. It appears not, so I will begin posting as usual and drop him from the game. Sorry for the slow progression this is the nature of forum play. I will edit this post as necessary when i'm ready to continue.
― Steven Erikson, Memories of Ice