Merkur still doesn't like the idea of the undead being so close. "Is there any other places one might stay that is not full of the dead?" They tend to give me the hibee jebees." He retorts quickly, "i have coin"
The short term to the floating town leads to the temple of the feathered serpent, a small stone monastery. The place has a few priests and monks, with a particularly well-armed pair guarding a large golden door. Everything has patterns of snakes and feathers either painted or carved on.
"Welcome to the Temple of the Feathered Serpent. Your room is over there."
Merkur stares in awe at the Golden door. The splendid grandeur is something that the dwarf had missed from his home. Gratefully, he thanks the priest stating, "you have made a lonely dwarf, feel whole again." as a single tear wells in his eyes. Not used to public display of emotion. Merkur turns abruptly away. Before the priest turns to leave he asks the Priest what is behind the door that requires so many heavily armed guards.
"This temple has been here far longer than our religion. Some say the first inhabitants of this swamp built them, which would explain the weird geometries of some of the rooms. Origin aside, the temple was simply used as housing for a while, until the town drunk accidentally smashed down a wall and found the golden door. When he entered, he discovered the full glory of the Feathered Serpent, and the rest is history. I am the direct descendant of the drunk, and therefore the high priest."
Kathleen, a high elf drifter, didn't exactly have anywhere in particular to go. She was simply roaming the land looking for adventure. She heard about the curious little town of Marshwater and decided to spend a couple of days there to see if that town or the nearby swamp had anything interesting. (Character Sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/ZulkRS/characters/7631492 )
Kathleen walks into the town and looks around at all the houses as she makes her way to The Alligator Gar. She is a surprised to see an undead bartender but approaches him anyway.
"Hi there! What kind of food and drink do you serve here?"
Kathleen takes a big swig of ale before speaking again. "Oh. Anything interesting in either of these two places? Anyone went there recently? Also, do you have any rooms to stay in and can you tell me if there's anyone who'd be willing to buy a signet ring off me?"
"I ferried three people out into the swamp earlier, and I haven't heard back from them yet. I think some dwarven fellow visited the temple. As for rooms, I have three."
Clodius , an unusually old human man walks through town looking for the nearest watering hole. He wields a wand that looks like a strange long finger and wobbles around holding himself up with his staff.
Clodius walks into the tavern, muttering to himself. Unphased by the undead barkeep, waddles to the counter, turns to face the high elf and says: "Who do you think is older between me and him!?" As he lets out a cackle.
Turning to the bartender, Clodius says: "Give me the best I can get for a gold coin!" He drops a 1 GP on the counter.
Merkur still doesn't like the idea of the undead being so close. "Is there any other places one might stay that is not full of the dead?" They tend to give me the hibee jebees." He retorts quickly, "i have coin"
"At the temple, perhaps."
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"Very well, lead the way." Merkur joins in step behind the Priest but before giving the man 10 gp.
The short term to the floating town leads to the temple of the feathered serpent, a small stone monastery. The place has a few priests and monks, with a particularly well-armed pair guarding a large golden door. Everything has patterns of snakes and feathers either painted or carved on.
"Welcome to the Temple of the Feathered Serpent. Your room is over there."
He points to one of the doors.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Merkur stares in awe at the Golden door. The splendid grandeur is something that the dwarf had missed from his home. Gratefully, he thanks the priest stating, "you have made a lonely dwarf, feel whole again." as a single tear wells in his eyes. Not used to public display of emotion. Merkur turns abruptly away. Before the priest turns to leave he asks the Priest what is behind the door that requires so many heavily armed guards.
"That is where The Feathered Serpent lives. Only the holiest of priests are allowed in."
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"Your religion interests me a great deal. Can you explain a little bit more of it to me??
While the Priest is readying his reply, Merkur walks closer to the bed and sits up on it. He then stares up at the priest stating,
"Surely, a deity that lives behind golden doors must possess supreme power?"
"This temple has been here far longer than our religion. Some say the first inhabitants of this swamp built them, which would explain the weird geometries of some of the rooms. Origin aside, the temple was simply used as housing for a while, until the town drunk accidentally smashed down a wall and found the golden door. When he entered, he discovered the full glory of the Feathered Serpent, and the rest is history. I am the direct descendant of the drunk, and therefore the high priest."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Kathleen, a high elf drifter, didn't exactly have anywhere in particular to go. She was simply roaming the land looking for adventure. She heard about the curious little town of Marshwater and decided to spend a couple of days there to see if that town or the nearby swamp had anything interesting. (Character Sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/ZulkRS/characters/7631492 )
Kathleen walks into the town and looks around at all the houses as she makes her way to The Alligator Gar. She is a surprised to see an undead bartender but approaches him anyway.
"Hi there! What kind of food and drink do you serve here?"
The corpselike barkeep looks up from polishing the bar to answer this newcomer's questions.
"All of them. If I can't find it under the counter, I probably have it preserved in the cellar."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Kathleen says, "In that case, could you get me a large dish of grilled fish and some ale; not too strong but not too weak either? Thanks!"
"Large grilled plate 'o fish... Middle-of-the-road-ale..."
He descends to some area behind the bar and returns with a small stoppered clay pot and a large piece of grilled fish on a platter.
"The ale's several hundred years old, and the fish is alligator gar. That'll be one electric piece or equivalent."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Kath hands the undead 5 silver pieces and begins chowing down. She talks to him while eating.
"So does this town have anywhere interesting to visit?"
The barkeep lets out a wheezing chuckle.
"Very few come here willingly, and for good reason. All we've got is the Temple of The Feathered Serpent and the swamp around us."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Kathleen takes a big swig of ale before speaking again. "Oh. Anything interesting in either of these two places? Anyone went there recently? Also, do you have any rooms to stay in and can you tell me if there's anyone who'd be willing to buy a signet ring off me?"
"I ferried three people out into the swamp earlier, and I haven't heard back from them yet. I think some dwarven fellow visited the temple. As for rooms, I have three."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Clodius , an unusually old human man walks through town looking for the nearest watering hole. He wields a wand that looks like a strange long finger and wobbles around holding himself up with his staff.
Clodius walks into the tavern, muttering to himself. Unphased by the undead barkeep, waddles to the counter, turns to face the high elf and says: "Who do you think is older between me and him!?" As he lets out a cackle.
Turning to the bartender, Clodius says: "Give me the best I can get for a gold coin!" He drops a 1 GP on the counter.
"Me. I am older than organized currency AND farming. As for the best a gold can get you,"
He pulls a sealed jar from under the counter and places it on the bar.
"Here's some fine apple compote."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Kathleen says, "Three people went into the swamp? That sounds interesting. Think you can send me in their direction?"
"I could ferry you over there, I suppose. They wanted to explore a house floating out in the swamp; a haunted one, at that."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1