Rammen is half paying attention to his new elven friends - every time the door to the tavern opens his ears rotate towards the sound and he sniffs the air.
He sees a hooded figure enter the tavern and keep to himself and that strikes him as odd.
[perception check to see if I can tell anything more about the new stranger - 1d20 +4 = 16]
"Oh i would love some wine. And food as well.", Vicril answers as he sits down. "I haven't met any other elves before, well I suppose you can say, I'm a... city born elf.", Vicril is not really sure how to deal with the subject. "So what brings all of you to this city? Something interesting I hope?"
Vicril has probably not even noticed the hooded man.
"Oh i would love some wine. And food as well.", Vicril answers as he sits down. "I haven't met any other elves before, well I suppose you can say, I'm a... city born elf.", Vicril is not really sure how to deal with the subject. "So what brings all of you to this city? Something interesting I hope?"
Vicril has probably not even noticed the hooded man.
Frandal smiles as Vicril sits and hand signal the waitress to come.
"I know you are quite busy tonight my dear, but as soon as you have a minute my friend here needs some wine and some of that delicious stew you have back there" he handles the coins that will cover it with a casual movement just to make it almost unnoticed.
His face turns seriously when Vicril says he hasn't found any other elves before.
"I see..." he pauses for a moment, pondering his thoughts " well. We must fix that, don't we?" He smiles back at Vicril but he's not good enough hiding that he's worried for some reason.
He turns to Rammen again.
"My new friend and I" he motion his hand to Rammen "were talking about some weird and rather big traces we found in our way to the city. I came across them about two days ago and didn't seem that, whatever leave that big mark in the snow, was heading here. I was happy not to find what it was!" He takes a sip of his wine. "Did you find anything interesting in your journey?"
As Rammen observes the hooded figure, he will notice that their snout is covered in scales. A few seconds later, it will register to him that the hooded figure has a snout - a slightly more major implication than the scales.
Salleek starts listening intensely at the mention of the tracks, not noticing that his sleeve has slipped down to reveal his scale-covered arm as he lifts a spoon of his stew to his mouth. It sounded like a lead on his current prey. He will wait until someone from that table approaches him, or the speaker goes to leave, and then act: if he is approached, he will join them in the hopes of inquiring about the tracks, but if they start to leave before that happens, he will approach Frandel as he walks to his room.
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Rammen, you have heard of an incursion that might be dragon related, the village of Orax, it was totaled completely, and it's not that far from Sorav. You also heard that there has been some sort of marauders to the south as well.
[Feeling like I need to progress on my end a bit too lol.]
After a modest meal and changing out of his armor and into priestly robes, Valen made his way back to the main chamber of Sorav Templaret. On his way, he stops a young acolyte and asks for a small bowl to be brought to the main hall. He then sets to work praying at the shring of Miru and walking about the chamber to pay his respects to other deitys of the Ancient pantheon. Throughout the temple, he greets and blesses townsfolk who are in attendance.
Once the acolyte returns with a bowl, Valen deposits a few coins and his gloves to prepare a makeshift offering dish. As he continues through the temple, Valen offers his services as a healer to those in pain or requiring divine aid.
[DM, I'd like to use my 6 priest slots, if possible, followed by further services using the Ritual Casting Feature to run a donation-based temple service before taking a long rest. To avoid hostilities with the temple, half the donations will be tithed. Donations need not be monetary (hence the gloves in the bowl.]
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Rhogash overhears both the mention of dragons in the area and the reference to the hooded figures scales and begins muttering to himself,
"Sometimes I hate being right. I guess there's nothing for it but to inquire further."
He decides to put off going to his room for a little longer, at least until he knows more about the dragons. He's waited this long for a warm bed, a little longer won't hurt. Approaching the Tabaxi and 2 Elves (and doing his best to ignore the scaled figure in the hood), he says,
"I don't mean to bother you, but I couldn't help but overhear you mention dragons in the area. Any information you could offer would be most appreciated."
As Valen goes through the temple, he helps a number of individuals, and accrues a total of 14 Gp. The people coming here are relatively surprised to see a cleric with divine healing. As the evening progresses, you are able to help a number of individuals. After about two hours or so, you see that same guard who welcomed Valen, arrive, with an individual who looks similar to a high priest.
Vicril is a bit taken back by the sudden talk of Dragons. "I had thought I had left the cursed creatures behind when I left the compound, but they follow me here as well.", he mutters to himself. He stays quiet, so that he can hear what the others have to say.
Valen finishes his work with the latest parishioner, he notices the two approaching, "Good evening. I am Valen, Blessed of Miru's Bastion. My Order has tasked me with pilgrimage to as many towns as I could reach in three months time. If I have offended your walls in any way by presuming to operate as Our Lady demands me, I apologize and will gladly donate what I have collected my for services. Otherwise, I assure you that at least half of my collections will go back to you as thanks for room and board."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Hello, gentlemen. I couldn't help but overhear your talk of large tracks in the snow about two days from here. Could you describe them to me? I think you may have found something I was tracking just before that big snowstorm last week."
This is said as he walks over with his bowl and takes a seat, before continuing to eat. When Rhogash approaches, Salleek will wait for the others to start speaking before he adds to the information they can provide.
While the others approached his table, Frandal, somehow, managed to get another table who joined the first one, and had the poor maiden giving them more drinks and food. The elf had already spent 5 gp but was happy to have all this people talking at his table. Seated in one of the headboard of the, now two tables, he listened to what the others had to say.
" Let's assume that there is, in fact, a dragon roaming these parts. What do you think it could had attracted her to this lands? Isn't it too close to civilizated aeras? It would be easier for the autohorities to raise enough troops to fight it, and if not killing, at least make her flee. Don't you agree my friends? "
"How far is that Orax twon Rammen?" he inquires when he speaks of it.
The village of Orax is roughly three days travel from Sorav. To recall more information, roll a history check. If the others at the table would like, they may make a history check as well.
As the group begins to talk, the barkeep makes his way over and slaps down a piece of paper. "I believe that village was razed by a dragon, but my cousins were there. First, it was the leadership, the Baron of the village told them a savior was coming, and that the unfaithful would burn. But most of the village ignored the Baron, at least, until they got sick and died. And marauders arrived and forcibly took over. Who also spoke of impeding doom , if the villagers didn't do as they were told. The town fought against them, but... Well, I never heard from them again.
As the barkeep finishes his tale the Barkeep says. "A lot of us here had family in Orax. If you could, just check it out, we would appreciate it.
The elf stands and look around. Some of the villagers are now looking at them. He stares back to the barkeeper's eyes.
" I cannot speak for my friends here. But I tell you this. Tomorrow I will head to Orax and I will see with my own eyes what happened there. No matter if there was a dragon or some marauders I will do my best to locate your relatives. To this, you have my word." he ends putting a hand in the barkeepers shoulder.
He sits again and look to the others around the table.
"Well, it seems that I've gotten myself into some trouble... again." he smiles " I admit that if some of you have, at least curiosity to find out what happened in Orax, I really appreciate the company. "
"What fun is in not being in trouble once in a while!"
Rammen winks at Salleek.
"Sounds like the beginnings of a grand adventure - or at least one heck of a tale to tell! and since you were kind enough to buy me food and drink this evening and entertain me with stories Frrrrrrrandal [he rolls the R almost like a purr that rumbles deep in his chest] tis the least I can do to return the favor. What say the rest of you?"
He smiles at the rest of the table which shows off his upper canine teeth and raises his glass in a toast.
"No harm in checking a place run over by barbarians.", Vicril smirks. "What's the worst thing that could happen? We might become familiar with some doom saying Marauders. I'm in." , he raises his glass.
Looking at the Templarian, he were heavy red vestments and has a holy symbol that is rather strange. He carries a staff that is topped by a crystal that glows a gentle blue. As Valen greets the Templarian and Guard, Unvek remarks, "This is what was important, I have Lord sick. So who is this?" The guard tells him, "This is Valen, a cleric sent from the Bastion of Valarmoon. He has been healing people for as long as he's been here." As he says this, the Templarian looks over Valen. "This is what's so important!? A charlatan! I don't believe it, nor do I think he should stay here." He shouts angrily for the guards, his staff's crystal flashing. The guard arrives, and the captain asks, "Templarian! What's going on?" As he asks, Unvek slams his staff down on the floor. The crystal flaring, and mutters a word or two, before saying, "Throw this charlatan out. I don't ever want to see him near the Sorav Templaret. Understand." The captain complies and begins motioning towards Valen.
As the adventurers begin to raise their glasses and mugs, the barkeep smiles and gives his thanks, and then goes behind the counter. Filling up a round of wine and ale for the adventurers, "It's on the house. Thank you, and may you be fortunate."
[Insight check to see if there is anything off about the Templarian: 15+5= 20]
Valen takes a long moment to study the Templarian. After realizing that zealotry was not worth fighting in a foreign town, Valen relents, "Very well. Let me gather my things and see if there is an open room at an inn. My only wish was to impart some peace and hope among the people. I had heard of an illness within the Lord's house and hoped I may even do some good there as well."
[History check (9+3=12) and Religion check (10+3=13) as Valen makes his way back to his rom to get some insight on this place.]
Valen gathers up his equipment, changes back into his traveling clothes and armor, then makes his way to the temple's gate. Though he offered, the donations were not entirely accepted by the Templarian. Valen smiled inwardly to know that he could at least afford slightly better accomodations and provisions before setting out again. Many travelers were told of a local inn at the gate. Valen began making his way over in the cold night.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Rammen is half paying attention to his new elven friends - every time the door to the tavern opens his ears rotate towards the sound and he sniffs the air.
He sees a hooded figure enter the tavern and keep to himself and that strikes him as odd.
[perception check to see if I can tell anything more about the new stranger - 1d20 +4 = 16]
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"Oh i would love some wine. And food as well.", Vicril answers as he sits down. "I haven't met any other elves before, well I suppose you can say, I'm a... city born elf.", Vicril is not really sure how to deal with the subject. "So what brings all of you to this city? Something interesting I hope?"
Vicril has probably not even noticed the hooded man.
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As Rammen observes the hooded figure, he will notice that their snout is covered in scales. A few seconds later, it will register to him that the hooded figure has a snout - a slightly more major implication than the scales.
Salleek starts listening intensely at the mention of the tracks, not noticing that his sleeve has slipped down to reveal his scale-covered arm as he lifts a spoon of his stew to his mouth. It sounded like a lead on his current prey. He will wait until someone from that table approaches him, or the speaker goes to leave, and then act: if he is approached, he will join them in the hopes of inquiring about the tracks, but if they start to leave before that happens, he will approach Frandel as he walks to his room.
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I've heard rumors [?] of dragons in the area.....if it's a dragon we're looking for perhaps our scaled friend over there knows more.
Rammen motions towards Salleek and waves.
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Rammen, you have heard of an incursion that might be dragon related, the village of Orax, it was totaled completely, and it's not that far from Sorav. You also heard that there has been some sort of marauders to the south as well.
[Feeling like I need to progress on my end a bit too lol.]
After a modest meal and changing out of his armor and into priestly robes, Valen made his way back to the main chamber of Sorav Templaret. On his way, he stops a young acolyte and asks for a small bowl to be brought to the main hall. He then sets to work praying at the shring of Miru and walking about the chamber to pay his respects to other deitys of the Ancient pantheon. Throughout the temple, he greets and blesses townsfolk who are in attendance.
Once the acolyte returns with a bowl, Valen deposits a few coins and his gloves to prepare a makeshift offering dish. As he continues through the temple, Valen offers his services as a healer to those in pain or requiring divine aid.
[DM, I'd like to use my 6 priest slots, if possible, followed by further services using the Ritual Casting Feature to run a donation-based temple service before taking a long rest. To avoid hostilities with the temple, half the donations will be tithed. Donations need not be monetary (hence the gloves in the bowl.]
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Rhogash overhears both the mention of dragons in the area and the reference to the hooded figures scales and begins muttering to himself,
"Sometimes I hate being right. I guess there's nothing for it but to inquire further."
He decides to put off going to his room for a little longer, at least until he knows more about the dragons. He's waited this long for a warm bed, a little longer won't hurt. Approaching the Tabaxi and 2 Elves (and doing his best to ignore the scaled figure in the hood), he says,
"I don't mean to bother you, but I couldn't help but overhear you mention dragons in the area. Any information you could offer would be most appreciated."
As Valen goes through the temple, he helps a number of individuals, and accrues a total of 14 Gp. The people coming here are relatively surprised to see a cleric with divine healing. As the evening progresses, you are able to help a number of individuals. After about two hours or so, you see that same guard who welcomed Valen, arrive, with an individual who looks similar to a high priest.
Vicril is a bit taken back by the sudden talk of Dragons. "I had thought I had left the cursed creatures behind when I left the compound, but they follow me here as well.", he mutters to himself. He stays quiet, so that he can hear what the others have to say.
Valen finishes his work with the latest parishioner, he notices the two approaching, "Good evening. I am Valen, Blessed of Miru's Bastion. My Order has tasked me with pilgrimage to as many towns as I could reach in three months time. If I have offended your walls in any way by presuming to operate as Our Lady demands me, I apologize and will gladly donate what I have collected my for services. Otherwise, I assure you that at least half of my collections will go back to you as thanks for room and board."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Hello, gentlemen. I couldn't help but overhear your talk of large tracks in the snow about two days from here. Could you describe them to me? I think you may have found something I was tracking just before that big snowstorm last week."
This is said as he walks over with his bowl and takes a seat, before continuing to eat. When Rhogash approaches, Salleek will wait for the others to start speaking before he adds to the information they can provide.
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I came across a town not far from here named Orax that had been leveled by something....possibly a dragon, possibly by just some marauders.
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While the others approached his table, Frandal, somehow, managed to get another table who joined the first one, and had the poor maiden giving them more drinks and food. The elf had already spent 5 gp but was happy to have all this people talking at his table. Seated in one of the headboard of the, now two tables, he listened to what the others had to say.
" Let's assume that there is, in fact, a dragon roaming these parts. What do you think it could had attracted her to this lands? Isn't it too close to civilizated aeras? It would be easier for the autohorities to raise enough troops to fight it, and if not killing, at least make her flee. Don't you agree my friends? "
"How far is that Orax twon Rammen?" he inquires when he speaks of it.
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The village of Orax is roughly three days travel from Sorav. To recall more information, roll a history check. If the others at the table would like, they may make a history check as well.
As the group begins to talk, the barkeep makes his way over and slaps down a piece of paper. "I believe that village was razed by a dragon, but my cousins were there. First, it was the leadership, the Baron of the village told them a savior was coming, and that the unfaithful would burn. But most of the village ignored the Baron, at least, until they got sick and died. And marauders arrived and forcibly took over. Who also spoke of impeding doom , if the villagers didn't do as they were told. The town fought against them, but... Well, I never heard from them again.
As the barkeep finishes his tale the Barkeep says. "A lot of us here had family in Orax. If you could, just check it out, we would appreciate it.
The elf stands and look around. Some of the villagers are now looking at them. He stares back to the barkeeper's eyes.
" I cannot speak for my friends here. But I tell you this. Tomorrow I will head to Orax and I will see with my own eyes what happened there. No matter if there was a dragon or some marauders I will do my best to locate your relatives. To this, you have my word." he ends putting a hand in the barkeepers shoulder.
He sits again and look to the others around the table.
"Well, it seems that I've gotten myself into some trouble... again." he smiles " I admit that if some of you have, at least curiosity to find out what happened in Orax, I really appreciate the company. "
PbP Character: A few ;)
[history roll 15 - 1 = 14]
"What fun is in not being in trouble once in a while!"
Rammen winks at Salleek.
"Sounds like the beginnings of a grand adventure - or at least one heck of a tale to tell! and since you were kind enough to buy me food and drink this evening and entertain me with stories Frrrrrrrandal [he rolls the R almost like a purr that rumbles deep in his chest] tis the least I can do to return the favor. What say the rest of you?"
He smiles at the rest of the table which shows off his upper canine teeth and raises his glass in a toast.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
"No harm in checking a place run over by barbarians.", Vicril smirks. "What's the worst thing that could happen? We might become familiar with some doom saying Marauders. I'm in." , he raises his glass.
Looking at the Templarian, he were heavy red vestments and has a holy symbol that is rather strange. He carries a staff that is topped by a crystal that glows a gentle blue. As Valen greets the Templarian and Guard, Unvek remarks, "This is what was important, I have Lord sick. So who is this?" The guard tells him, "This is Valen, a cleric sent from the Bastion of Valarmoon. He has been healing people for as long as he's been here." As he says this, the Templarian looks over Valen. "This is what's so important!? A charlatan! I don't believe it, nor do I think he should stay here." He shouts angrily for the guards, his staff's crystal flashing. The guard arrives, and the captain asks, "Templarian! What's going on?" As he asks, Unvek slams his staff down on the floor. The crystal flaring, and mutters a word or two, before saying, "Throw this charlatan out. I don't ever want to see him near the Sorav Templaret. Understand." The captain complies and begins motioning towards Valen.
As the adventurers begin to raise their glasses and mugs, the barkeep smiles and gives his thanks, and then goes behind the counter. Filling up a round of wine and ale for the adventurers, "It's on the house. Thank you, and may you be fortunate."
[Insight check to see if there is anything off about the Templarian: 15+5= 20]
Valen takes a long moment to study the Templarian. After realizing that zealotry was not worth fighting in a foreign town, Valen relents, "Very well. Let me gather my things and see if there is an open room at an inn. My only wish was to impart some peace and hope among the people. I had heard of an illness within the Lord's house and hoped I may even do some good there as well."
[History check (9+3=12) and Religion check (10+3=13) as Valen makes his way back to his rom to get some insight on this place.]
Valen gathers up his equipment, changes back into his traveling clothes and armor, then makes his way to the temple's gate. Though he offered, the donations were not entirely accepted by the Templarian. Valen smiled inwardly to know that he could at least afford slightly better accomodations and provisions before setting out again. Many travelers were told of a local inn at the gate. Valen began making his way over in the cold night.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero