Agatha: You enter the small tavern and are almost immediately set upon by a small dark-haired girl, who takes you to a small table and asks you what you'd like to order. As you are led to this table you notice a stout man with muttonchops behind the bar watching you. After the girl takes your order, he stops her on her way to the kitchen, and they have a conversation you cannot quite make out before she continues into the kitchen. A few moments later a young boy runs out of the kitchen and out of the tavern into the night.
Leto, Draconovich, and Kelric: A few minutes after you see the short scruffy woman enter the tavern, a young boy runs out and starts sprinting towards the keep. He quickly disappears into the keep. A few moments pass and he rushes back out and down to the tavern. Shortly after that you see a lightly armored man start his way towards you from the keep.
"Hello there, I'm Sergent White," the man says as he reaches you. "I'm sorry about your wait, if ol' Ironwiskers didn't complain every time an adventurer or sellsword entered his tavern though, you might have been here a little longer. Lets go down and collect your fourth and then I'll explain what Lord Fouthkeep would like to hire you for."
Draconovich follows quietly, Curious what they were going to learn from this man and his Lord Fourthkeep. He also wondered slightly what the story behind the Lord's name could be.
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Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Upon arrival at the tavern. Sgt White says, “give me a minute” and goes inside.
Agatha: After a few minutes, the little girl returns to you with a small sack full of dried berries and nuts with a wine skin full of water. Just as she gives this to you, the taverns door opens and in strides a lightly armored halfelf, “alright, any adventures looking to offer their services to Lord Fouthkeep need to step outside. The tavern is for visiting travelers, we have housing and provisions for you once you sign up” He then turns back and goes outside with a small salute to the barkeep.
"Oh, cheers love." Agatha says, taking the food and refilled skin. "Gonna go see what's going on there." She comments, headed outside to see where this call to adventure is.
Gnash approaches the group assembled at the lean-to. Standing well over 6 feet in height he is broad in the chest. He has gray skin and dark eyes. He wears battered chain mail armor with a dented shield slung on his back. A large axe hangs from his belt.
"I am Gnash and I seek work" his voice almost sounding angry and certainly loud.
He had been waiting since late afternoon when the group started to assemble. When they moved towards the inn he followed.
"Kelric, I will remember that. " Gnash almost bellows at you. It's not that he is yelling, but his voice projects very well. He extends his hand in return and he grips your forearm.
Draconovich follows the others interested in the smattering of beings and seeming melting pot of skills. He wondered what the lord could want that would require such curious variety. "Does anyone here have any idea what exactly this Lord has for us to do?"
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Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"Huh?" Agatha looks around to the group chatting. "Oh, tieflings. Yeah, they're alright. Some fancy lookin' ones near where I come from. Gonna get big and rich like them some day." She gives a gesture that seems like some sort of salure. "Agatha, please ta meetcha."
"Draconovich Islandir, to your service." Draconovich said with a absent, almost awkward, bow. "I find some have difficulty with my name for some reason so if it is easier you may call me Drack"
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
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Leto watches the short, scruffy human pass by the lean-to where they are waiting and head towards the tavern. <Is she with us?> he ponders.
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Agatha: You enter the small tavern and are almost immediately set upon by a small dark-haired girl, who takes you to a small table and asks you what you'd like to order. As you are led to this table you notice a stout man with muttonchops behind the bar watching you. After the girl takes your order, he stops her on her way to the kitchen, and they have a conversation you cannot quite make out before she continues into the kitchen. A few moments later a young boy runs out of the kitchen and out of the tavern into the night.
Leto, Draconovich, and Kelric: A few minutes after you see the short scruffy woman enter the tavern, a young boy runs out and starts sprinting towards the keep. He quickly disappears into the keep. A few moments pass and he rushes back out and down to the tavern. Shortly after that you see a lightly armored man start his way towards you from the keep.
"Hello there, I'm Sergent White," the man says as he reaches you. "I'm sorry about your wait, if ol' Ironwiskers didn't complain every time an adventurer or sellsword entered his tavern though, you might have been here a little longer. Lets go down and collect your fourth and then I'll explain what Lord Fouthkeep would like to hire you for."
"Alright Sergent" as Kelric follows the Sergent he looks around taking in the city.
Draconovich follows quietly, Curious what they were going to learn from this man and his Lord Fourthkeep. He also wondered slightly what the story behind the Lord's name could be.
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Upon arrival at the tavern. Sgt White says, “give me a minute” and goes inside.
Agatha: After a few minutes, the little girl returns to you with a small sack full of dried berries and nuts with a wine skin full of water. Just as she gives this to you, the taverns door opens and in strides a lightly armored halfelf, “alright, any adventures looking to offer their services to Lord Fouthkeep need to step outside. The tavern is for visiting travelers, we have housing and provisions for you once you sign up” He then turns back and goes outside with a small salute to the barkeep.
Agatha
"Oh, cheers love." Agatha says, taking the food and refilled skin. "Gonna go see what's going on there." She comments, headed outside to see where this call to adventure is.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Leto will follow along as well. Curious about where this will take him.
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Kelric waits a while before falling in line next to Agatha "I've never seen a tiefling before, have you?"
Gnash approaches the group assembled at the lean-to. Standing well over 6 feet in height he is broad in the chest. He has gray skin and dark eyes. He wears battered chain mail armor with a dented shield slung on his back. A large axe hangs from his belt.
"I am Gnash and I seek work" his voice almost sounding angry and certainly loud.
He had been waiting since late afternoon when the group started to assemble. When they moved towards the inn he followed.
"Um nice to meet you Gnash, my name is Kelric" as he cautiously extends his arm
"Kelric, I will remember that. " Gnash almost bellows at you. It's not that he is yelling, but his voice projects very well. He extends his hand in return and he grips your forearm.
"So we will be working together eh?"
"Gnash? I am Leto." standing tall and using thaumaturgy to equal Gnash's volume when greeting him.
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"So it would seem, my friend"
"Leto, I will remember that. Why are you yelling? I can hear you just fine."
Gnash looks down at the man.
"What are you? "
Draconovich follows the others interested in the smattering of beings and seeming melting pot of skills. He wondered what the lord could want that would require such curious variety. "Does anyone here have any idea what exactly this Lord has for us to do?"
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
((It wasn't yelling. It was normal voice just projected loudly, same as Gnash, except magically))
"I am what many call a tiefling, though some think us more devil." shrugging, though still loudly projected towards Gnash.
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"I'm sure we'll find out soon, assuming that where the Sargent is leading us"
"Huh?" Agatha looks around to the group chatting. "Oh, tieflings. Yeah, they're alright. Some fancy lookin' ones near where I come from. Gonna get big and rich like them some day." She gives a gesture that seems like some sort of salure. "Agatha, please ta meetcha."
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
"Kelric, the honor is mine" as he does a small bow.
"Draconovich Islandir, to your service." Draconovich said with a absent, almost awkward, bow. "I find some have difficulty with my name for some reason so if it is easier you may call me Drack"
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane