It's been about a week since you sent in your application for the expedition. You'd almost forgotten about it when a courier stops you in the street and hands you a letter. The heavy parchment is sealed by a thick circle of black wax. Heavily stylized initials are pressed into the seal, they read "M.L". The young courier fidgets with a large cap that covers his brown curls and squints up at you.
"Guess that'll be all. So long!"
And he scampers off, his courier bag bouncing on his hip. You step out of the sidewalk traffic and open the letter. It reads:
With nothing else on your agenda for the day, you head over to the Yawning Portal. The tavern is less busy at noon but still noisy and full of exotic and varied patrons. The barkeep informs you that a table has been reserved on the third floor for those meeting Marion LaTiffe. You make your way upstairs and find the table. A note in the middle reads:
"Feel free to order what you like, I have an open tab. I will be along shortly. ML"
You settle in amongst those already at the table and get to know them as a serving girl comes to take your order.
Lady Sue greets the serving girl, "Good day miss, I am quite hungry what would you recommend today?" Sue looks around a little, "I am awaiting a friend, has anyone been here yet to this table?"
"Looks like you're the early bird today ma'am! You're the first I've seen, but Mr.LaTiffe usually entertains a decent sized group. I'm sure more will be along shortly. The Quipper and Chips is a local favorite. Goes down smooth with a Shadowdark Ale. Shall I put an order in for you?"
Agamemnon is a hulking triton, his dark green hair cascading in tangled locks over his neck and shoulders. His deep blue skin is tattooed with images of sharks, whales, and other aquatic beasts. A greatsword, two feet wide and six feet in length, is slung across his back, decorated with shells, barnacles, seaweed, and coral. His countenance is grim and unreadable, and his muscular arms are crossed over his bare chest.
"I don't suppose you serve whale in this establishment." He grunts in response to the serving girl's inquiry. "I'll have whatever you just dragged in from the sea and a mug of ale."
Seldor is thrilled to hear that there is an open tab. It's been forever since I've had something worth drinking. I'll definitely take advantage of a free tab. "Yeah, what's the best wine you have here?" Then he notices the human woman sharing the table with him. "Where are my manners? I'm Seldor. Pleased to meet you."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
"Yes please put that order in for me, looks like my friend here is hungry also." Lady Susanne replies to the serving girl and turns to the large triton that sat with her..."Good day sir, Lady Susanne at your service..." she says to him.
Strife bounces through the doors of the yawing Portal, his tattered robes hanging loosely from his slender frame. Lowering the cowl covering his head, the brass scaled kobold would pull out his note and read it once more. Holding it in front of him, he would make his way around the inn looking from the note to the faces around the tavern checking to see if anyone looked like they might recognize the letter in his hand. "Hello, are you Marion?.... no... ok... Are you Marion?" The kobold would ask repeatedly until someone acknowledges him.
"There's no Marion here right now, but we're waiting for them too, so pull up a seat and order something while you wait. It's free too. My name is Seldor, by the way." He says to the Kobold.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Agamemnon turns to the woman who addressed him and bows his shaggy head. The inherently chivalrous nature of his race is not lacking, even in this savage barbarian. "I am Agememnon Krakenslayer, last survivor of the Clan of the Red Deep. Yours, my lady."
To the serving girl, "These tattoos represent the spirits of my ancestors. In battle, they guide my blade and protect my allies."
Strife would crack a small toothy smile as he approaches the half elf. After a small struggle, the kobold would make his way up on to the chair crouch on top of it so that his head is about the same height as the mans. "Hello Seldor, my name is Strife... I am not sure if this letter was delivered to me by mistake or not.. I mean... I hope not... Bahamut knows I could use the coin assuming this job offer pays well... or anything really" The small kobold would ramble. The kobold was small... even for a kobold and while his scales seemed to shine a bit with a brass reflection, there was also a lot of dirt caked between those scales and small scars on his arms and face.
Lady Susanne sees the other new comers, “Hello Seldor and Strife, come sit and enjoy a meal while we wait. I am Lady Susanne and this is Agememno. Looks like we are all here for the same purpose.”
"Ah, that would be the Melshimber Red, it's from the Melshimber Vineyard just outside Waterdeep. I'll bring a bottle to the table, how does that sound?"
To Agamemnon:
"You must hail from a tribe of great warriors. Indigenous culture has always been an interest of mine. In fact, I'm saving up my wages here for tuition at the Academy. I hope to do archaeological work in Chult someday."
The food is starting to arrive for those who've already ordered. Steaming plates of fried and broiled fish next to frosty mugs of dark ale. No sign of your benefactor just yet.
The Yawning Portal? Vappa would have a difficult time trying to pronounce the words on the letter, asking those he passed for directions. When he finally arrived, he made his way up the stairs to the third floor, not by following directions but wanting to get away from the noise. He notices a small group start to collect in one of the tables. Assuming that is the people he's supposed to meet with, he joins them." Vappa....request.....fruit." He quietly hissed at the serving girl.
Agamemnon stares gloomily at the butchered fish on his plate, drowned in overpowering sauces. With a sigh he chokes down a few pieces and follows it up with a swig of ale.
Strife would practically lay across the top of the table with an outstretched claw as he tries to shake the hands of everyone around. "It is nice to meet you all... so what do you all do... I am not really sure why I got this letter, I can tell by looking at you all though that you probably have some good storied to tell" The kobold would say looking down to the piece of paper. and to his warn hands and tattered clothes before smiling towards his new companions at the table.
Strife's toothy jaw would drop a bit as the lizardfolk approaches the table. "Hi... did you get a letter too?" The would say before quietly mumbling to himself. "I wish I was that guy, he is so awesome! look how strong he is! I bet he has tons of friends..."
"Vappa....fight....for coin." The lizardfolk hisses, holding up one of his bandaged claws as the kobold went to shake it, trying his best to be gentle as he stood at least three heads taller than him. "Vappa...fight...protect comrades."
(Pretty sure that Strife is like... a little less than three feet tall so ya know. He prettymuch thinks of you as a walking talking super kobold. He was somewhat malnourished as a child so Strife is extra little :P )
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It's been about a week since you sent in your application for the expedition. You'd almost forgotten about it when a courier stops you in the street and hands you a letter. The heavy parchment is sealed by a thick circle of black wax. Heavily stylized initials are pressed into the seal, they read "M.L". The young courier fidgets with a large cap that covers his brown curls and squints up at you.
"Guess that'll be all. So long!"
And he scampers off, his courier bag bouncing on his hip. You step out of the sidewalk traffic and open the letter. It reads:
With nothing else on your agenda for the day, you head over to the Yawning Portal. The tavern is less busy at noon but still noisy and full of exotic and varied patrons. The barkeep informs you that a table has been reserved on the third floor for those meeting Marion LaTiffe. You make your way upstairs and find the table. A note in the middle reads:
"Feel free to order what you like, I have an open tab. I will be along shortly. ML"
You settle in amongst those already at the table and get to know them as a serving girl comes to take your order.
Feel free to order and introduce yourselves!
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Lady Sue greets the serving girl, "Good day miss, I am quite hungry what would you recommend today?" Sue looks around a little, "I am awaiting a friend, has anyone been here yet to this table?"
The serving girl smiles and says:
"Looks like you're the early bird today ma'am! You're the first I've seen, but Mr. LaTiffe usually entertains a decent sized group. I'm sure more will be along shortly. The Quipper and Chips is a local favorite. Goes down smooth with a Shadowdark Ale. Shall I put an order in for you?"
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Agamemnon is a hulking triton, his dark green hair cascading in tangled locks over his neck and shoulders. His deep blue skin is tattooed with images of sharks, whales, and other aquatic beasts. A greatsword, two feet wide and six feet in length, is slung across his back, decorated with shells, barnacles, seaweed, and coral. His countenance is grim and unreadable, and his muscular arms are crossed over his bare chest.
"I don't suppose you serve whale in this establishment." He grunts in response to the serving girl's inquiry. "I'll have whatever you just dragged in from the sea and a mug of ale."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Seldor is thrilled to hear that there is an open tab. It's been forever since I've had something worth drinking. I'll definitely take advantage of a free tab. "Yeah, what's the best wine you have here?" Then he notices the human woman sharing the table with him. "Where are my manners? I'm Seldor. Pleased to meet you."
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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"Yes please put that order in for me, looks like my friend here is hungry also." Lady Susanne replies to the serving girl and turns to the large triton that sat with her..."Good day sir, Lady Susanne at your service..." she says to him.
Strife bounces through the doors of the yawing Portal, his tattered robes hanging loosely from his slender frame. Lowering the cowl covering his head, the brass scaled kobold would pull out his note and read it once more. Holding it in front of him, he would make his way around the inn looking from the note to the faces around the tavern checking to see if anyone looked like they might recognize the letter in his hand. "Hello, are you Marion?.... no... ok... Are you Marion?" The kobold would ask repeatedly until someone acknowledges him.
The serving girl eyes your tattoos. Impressed with their detail, she says:
"Oooh, nice artwork sir. I'm afraid the only whale we have is the one on your arm. I'll put you down for sea bass and a mug of ale."
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
"There's no Marion here right now, but we're waiting for them too, so pull up a seat and order something while you wait. It's free too. My name is Seldor, by the way." He says to the Kobold.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Agamemnon turns to the woman who addressed him and bows his shaggy head. The inherently chivalrous nature of his race is not lacking, even in this savage barbarian. "I am Agememnon Krakenslayer, last survivor of the Clan of the Red Deep. Yours, my lady."
To the serving girl, "These tattoos represent the spirits of my ancestors. In battle, they guide my blade and protect my allies."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Strife would crack a small toothy smile as he approaches the half elf. After a small struggle, the kobold would make his way up on to the chair crouch on top of it so that his head is about the same height as the mans. "Hello Seldor, my name is Strife... I am not sure if this letter was delivered to me by mistake or not.. I mean... I hope not... Bahamut knows I could use the coin assuming this job offer pays well... or anything really" The small kobold would ramble. The kobold was small... even for a kobold and while his scales seemed to shine a bit with a brass reflection, there was also a lot of dirt caked between those scales and small scars on his arms and face.
Lady Susanne sees the other new comers, “Hello Seldor and Strife, come sit and enjoy a meal while we wait. I am Lady Susanne and this is Agememno. Looks like we are all here for the same purpose.”
To Seldor, the serving girl says:
"Ah, that would be the Melshimber Red, it's from the Melshimber Vineyard just outside Waterdeep. I'll bring a bottle to the table, how does that sound?"
To Agamemnon:
"You must hail from a tribe of great warriors. Indigenous culture has always been an interest of mine. In fact, I'm saving up my wages here for tuition at the Academy. I hope to do archaeological work in Chult someday."
The food is starting to arrive for those who've already ordered. Steaming plates of fried and broiled fish next to frosty mugs of dark ale. No sign of your benefactor just yet.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
The Yawning Portal? Vappa would have a difficult time trying to pronounce the words on the letter, asking those he passed for directions. When he finally arrived, he made his way up the stairs to the third floor, not by following directions but wanting to get away from the noise. He notices a small group start to collect in one of the tables. Assuming that is the people he's supposed to meet with, he joins them." Vappa....request.....fruit." He quietly hissed at the serving girl.
Agamemnon stares gloomily at the butchered fish on his plate, drowned in overpowering sauces. With a sigh he chokes down a few pieces and follows it up with a swig of ale.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Strife would practically lay across the top of the table with an outstretched claw as he tries to shake the hands of everyone around. "It is nice to meet you all... so what do you all do... I am not really sure why I got this letter, I can tell by looking at you all though that you probably have some good storied to tell" The kobold would say looking down to the piece of paper. and to his warn hands and tattered clothes before smiling towards his new companions at the table.
Strife's toothy jaw would drop a bit as the lizardfolk approaches the table. "Hi... did you get a letter too?" The would say before quietly mumbling to himself. "I wish I was that guy, he is so awesome! look how strong he is! I bet he has tons of friends..."
"Vappa....fight....for coin." The lizardfolk hisses, holding up one of his bandaged claws as the kobold went to shake it, trying his best to be gentle as he stood at least three heads taller than him. "Vappa...fight...protect comrades."
Agamemnon nods and raises his mug. "I'm with the lizardfolk."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
(Pretty sure that Strife is like... a little less than three feet tall so ya know. He prettymuch thinks of you as a walking talking super kobold. He was somewhat malnourished as a child so Strife is extra little :P )