Another place. Another time. Every haunted tale told around a campfire has a beginning. This particular one happened to involve childhood friends turned adults looking for a particular flower for the local Innkeeper and herbalist. It was close to Halloween, one of your favorite holidays. Before you all would enjoy the typical festivities the entire town had to offer - something you’ve enjoyed here since you were children - you were perceptive enough to notice a new sign on the tavern wall one night that read “ADVENTURERS WANTED – INQUIRE AT SAVIER’S TRANQUIL INN”
With nothing better to do at the moment, you gathered your old friends and decided to make some extra coin. Sounded simple enough, right?
(On Sunday, go ahead and make your quick introductions!)
Hello, My name is Ren. I like to tell story's. Well to be fair, my friend Reigel tells the stories. I provide the visual aid with the illusion magic i learned. We travel from town to town sharing the stories of our adventures with only some, lets say minor, embellishments. He recently left on a personal errand so for the time being im on my own. Its nice to meet all of you.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
"Dude. The Pizza Fund's looking kinda flat, we should totally look at this job and maybe get some dough to cook some dough." The orange bandana'd tortle said, nodding sagely to himself.
(Cherri and Raik will post their intros when they can, here's the setup! I've got Sunday shtuff to does, so i'll post in the afternoon again. Everyone have a great day!)
You head down the street around sunset, and saw the sign above the door – it said: SAVIER'S TRANQUIL INN
Ah. This must be the place. Sniff Sniff. No pizza, though. Bummer, dude.
The inn is painted a light, pleasant green color. Various plants grow along the side of the inn, and colorful flowers line the walkway. The door wide-open and the sounds of whistling, occasionally interrupted by a soft voice, come from inside.
As you stand in the doorway, you find the source of the whistling. A thin and sharply dressed half-elf man, balding pate corralled by curly grey hair, moves about the lobby whistling and murmuring to himself. He’s in the middle of stacking a set of books on a coffee table when he takes a moment to take a single finger and push his sliding spectacles back up to his nose. That’s when he notices you. His whistling stops and he quickly finishes his stacking.
“Oh, do come in, do come in!” he says.
The lobby is elegant and tidy. Three very comfortable-looking chairs surround the coffee table. In addition to the books, a steaming kettle and several sleek porcelain cups sit on the table. The aroma of tea invites you to indulge. Shelves stocked with decanters and bottles of all shapes, colors, and sizes line the lobby walls.
The half-elf comes around the desk, picks up a quill, dabs it in ink, and opens his customer ledger. He looks up at you over the top of his spectacles, quill at the read, and says, “Good day! I am Savier. Room or herbal remedy?”
A thin, blonde high elf enters the inn with a smile on her face as she makes way towards her old friends. "I always seem to find you all in the darndest of places, don't I? Fashionably late, as per usual." She says in a light, almost whimsical, tone. She leans down to places kisses on each of her friends cheeks (do turtles have cheeks?).
"Very well, what have we gotten ourselves into today, ah?" Her gaze falls upon the half-elf before them. "Oooh, what is the herbal remedy?"
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
“No room or herbs, unless you’re talking about herbs on my pizza and room in my stomach ta eat it.” Raff looks about the space casually, wondering what this old guy would need with a couple of professional badass door kickers.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
"Oh!" Savier explains, "Why, my house special! A make a tea that helps people sleep!" He says proudly. "Surely, it's the talk of the town! Are you here, then, regarding the notice I put up?"
Savier looks past you, makes a “tsk” sound and then heads directly for a blue bottle that is sitting on one of the shelves. He pulls a tattered rag from his pocket, picks up the bottle and wipes it down. He holds it up as he inspects it, gives it another wipe with the rag, places the bottle back on the shelf, and tucks the cloth back in his pocket.
He moves to another shelf, pulls out the rag again, takes a moment to look at you and says, “I hired a group once to retrieve a rare flower – a team of adventurers such as yourselves. Alas, only one returned, and he was never quite the same again.” The half elf then turns his attention to the pink bottle. He picks it up and begins wiping it down. As he does this, he continues with his story but keeps his attention on the bottle.
“Oh yes, he returned with the Midnight Violet, but it looked as though he had aged some twenty years! He stayed in this town until the end of his days. But he seldom spoke, and when he did, it was nonsense. He was able to tell me that they finally located the flower in a greenhouse located in an interior courtyard.”
He begins to place the pink bottle back on the shelf. Savier quickly stops and squints at the shelf, makes a disgusted grunt and then wipes the shelf down before finally replacing the bottle. Savier then turns his attention back to you and says, “I’ve run out of my supply of the flower. Could I hire you? I’ll pay each of you 200 gold pieces and a potion of your choice from my stock. Oh, and a free room for the night, of course.” Savier says as he rubs his hands together in anticipation.
Ren, who as usually was playing with her illusions because she was so easily distracted and bored, piques her interest at the mention of the story behind the flower and of course the gold.
OOOH!! i wounder what made him go mad?! I bet it would make a great spooky story to add to my story book for when Reigel gets back. I'm in.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
"If these guys are going, I'm going." She states, sitting down on one of the unoccupied chairs, her eyes following the half-elfs movements. "But, what do you need this flower for? N' do you know what's wrong with this greenhouse that's made the man gone mad?"
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Savier is excited to talk about it, "Why, it's the major ingredient for my signature tea of course!" He says happily, "People come from all over the land to have some. I used to buy the flower from the owner of the mansion, but he died long ago. I'm not sure why people who go up to the mansion go mad, but the ingredient is vital to my business and simply not the adventuring type to go up there myself!"
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COMING OCTOBER 28!
THE HOUSE OF THE MIDNIGHT VIOLET
**PLACEHOLDER - DO NOT POST UNTIL OCTOBER 28**
Starting Sunday morning! Make sure you guys are all ready! This one'll be a fast one!
THE HOUSE OF THE MIDNIGHT VIOLET
Another place. Another time. Every haunted tale told around a campfire has a beginning. This particular one happened to involve childhood friends turned adults looking for a particular flower for the local Innkeeper and herbalist. It was close to Halloween, one of your favorite holidays. Before you all would enjoy the typical festivities the entire town had to offer - something you’ve enjoyed here since you were children - you were perceptive enough to notice a new sign on the tavern wall one night that read “ADVENTURERS WANTED – INQUIRE AT SAVIER’S TRANQUIL INN”
With nothing better to do at the moment, you gathered your old friends and decided to make some extra coin. Sounded simple enough, right?
(On Sunday, go ahead and make your quick introductions!)
Hello, My name is Ren. I like to tell story's. Well to be fair, my friend Reigel tells the stories. I provide the visual aid with the illusion magic i learned. We travel from town to town sharing the stories of our adventures with only some, lets say minor, embellishments. He recently left on a personal errand so for the time being im on my own. Its nice to meet all of you.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
"Dude. The Pizza Fund's looking kinda flat, we should totally look at this job and maybe get some dough to cook some dough." The orange bandana'd tortle said, nodding sagely to himself.
"Yeah, you're lookin kinda thin there bro. Means you need more pizza!" Just gotta find the right guy to beat up.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
"That's what I'm talking about!" Mikey exclaimed and held up his hand for a high
fivethree.LOL!!!
(Updating)
(Cherri and Raik will post their intros when they can, here's the setup! I've got Sunday shtuff to does, so i'll post in the afternoon again. Everyone have a great day!)
You head down the street around sunset, and saw the sign above the door – it said: SAVIER'S TRANQUIL INN
Ah. This must be the place. Sniff Sniff. No pizza, though. Bummer, dude.
The inn is painted a light, pleasant green color. Various plants grow along the side of the inn, and colorful flowers line the walkway. The door wide-open and the sounds of whistling, occasionally interrupted by a soft voice, come from inside.
As you stand in the doorway, you find the source of the whistling. A thin and sharply dressed half-elf man, balding pate corralled by curly grey hair, moves about the lobby whistling and murmuring to himself. He’s in the middle of stacking a set of books on a coffee table when he takes a moment to take a single finger and push his sliding spectacles back up to his nose. That’s when he notices you. His whistling stops and he quickly finishes his stacking.
“Oh, do come in, do come in!” he says.
The lobby is elegant and tidy. Three very comfortable-looking chairs surround the coffee table. In addition to the books, a steaming kettle and several sleek porcelain cups sit on the table. The aroma of tea invites you to indulge. Shelves stocked with decanters and bottles of all shapes, colors, and sizes line the lobby walls.
The half-elf comes around the desk, picks up a quill, dabs it in ink, and opens his customer ledger. He looks up at you over the top of his spectacles, quill at the read, and says, “Good day! I am Savier. Room or herbal remedy?”
*High Three* !!
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
(Goes online and downloads TMNT memes to get ready)
A thin, blonde high elf enters the inn with a smile on her face as she makes way towards her old friends. "I always seem to find you all in the darndest of places, don't I? Fashionably late, as per usual." She says in a light, almost whimsical, tone. She leans down to places kisses on each of her friends cheeks
(do turtles have cheeks?)."Very well, what have we gotten ourselves into today, ah?" Her gaze falls upon the half-elf before them. "Oooh, what is the herbal remedy?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
“No room or herbs, unless you’re talking about herbs on my pizza and room in my stomach ta eat it.” Raff looks about the space casually, wondering what this old guy would need with a couple of professional badass door kickers.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
"Oh!" Savier explains, "Why, my house special! A make a tea that helps people sleep!" He says proudly. "Surely, it's the talk of the town! Are you here, then, regarding the notice I put up?"
"Exactamundo, dude! We're totally specialists in making problems say 'sayonara'!" Mikey said, grinning.
SAVIER'S REQUEST
Savier looks past you, makes a “tsk” sound and then heads directly for a blue bottle that is sitting on one of the shelves. He pulls a tattered rag from his pocket, picks up the bottle and wipes it down. He holds it up as he inspects it, gives it another wipe with the rag, places the bottle back on the shelf, and tucks the cloth back in his pocket.
He moves to another shelf, pulls out the rag again, takes a moment to look at you and says, “I hired a group once to retrieve a rare flower – a team of adventurers such as yourselves. Alas, only one returned, and he was never quite the same again.” The half elf then turns his attention to the pink bottle. He picks it up and begins wiping it down. As he does this, he continues with his story but keeps his attention on the bottle.
“Oh yes, he returned with the Midnight Violet, but it looked as though he had aged some twenty years! He stayed in this town until the end of his days. But he seldom spoke, and when he did, it was nonsense. He was able to tell me that they finally located the flower in a greenhouse located in an interior courtyard.”
He begins to place the pink bottle back on the shelf. Savier quickly stops and squints at the shelf, makes a disgusted grunt and then wipes the shelf down before finally replacing the bottle. Savier then turns his attention back to you and says, “I’ve run out of my supply of the flower. Could I hire you? I’ll pay each of you 200 gold pieces and a potion of your choice from my stock. Oh, and a free room for the night, of course.” Savier says as he rubs his hands together in anticipation.
"Dude! 200 for a flower? Most excellent. I accept!"
Ren, who as usually was playing with her illusions because she was so easily distracted and bored, piques her interest at the mention of the story behind the flower and of course the gold.
OOOH!! i wounder what made him go mad?! I bet it would make a great spooky story to add to my story book for when Reigel gets back. I'm in.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
"If these guys are going, I'm going." She states, sitting down on one of the unoccupied chairs, her eyes following the half-elfs movements. "But, what do you need this flower for? N' do you know what's wrong with this greenhouse that's made the man gone mad?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Savier is excited to talk about it, "Why, it's the major ingredient for my signature tea of course!" He says happily, "People come from all over the land to have some. I used to buy the flower from the owner of the mansion, but he died long ago. I'm not sure why people who go up to the mansion go mad, but the ingredient is vital to my business and simply not the adventuring type to go up there myself!"