OOC - I see you broke first! Lol. I was close posting something similar yesterday but then remembered the PM from our dearly DM that he was going to take a couple days to organize.
The next morning, after a very long and refreshing sleep, Jorin, Drusk, and Hildigrim, recently evicted from the Fiddly Pig due to circumstances, gather for breakfast in the common room of the Yawning Portal. It's like you'd expect of a place that comes alive at night, morning is mostly an abandoned shambles of employees cleaning up, righting chairs, and slapping a few drunk patrons awake to shoo them home.
A short while after you have found a clean table and put an order in, Ilena comes through the door.
Pascal is nowhere to be seen.
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"Felicitations, my friends," Hildigrim says, greeting Jorin and Drusk, who now feel almost like family. The halfling climbs into a chair and begins ticking off fingers. "Books, the palace, the land Master Volo bequeathed to us, bolts, and perhaps my family's domicile. These are my goals for today. Ah, Molly," he says, greeting the barmaid as she walks by their table. "Breakfast, if you please. Nothing too greasy for me. I'm experiencing a little rumble I'd rather tiptoe around," he says, patting his stomach.
"Good morning to you, my friend." Jorin says to Hildigrim. "Breakfast does sound quite good. Molly, I am hungry for a little meat, and perhaps a breakfast ale?" He smiles warmly as the barmaid and leans back in his chair, one arm draped over the back.
"You know, I was thinking. I would like to ring hammer on anvil and make a knife for Pascal. A fine knife, suitable for his talents in the kitchen. I will not be able to stay much passed the end of the year in our tavern, so this way, something of me will remain after I have headed back north." Jorin looks around and adds, "Where did our scalely friend go to, anyway?"
Drusk was about to ask for "spam egg spam spam bacon and spam", but Hildigrim's comment about nothing too greasy is a reminder that Drusk needs to eat healthier in case more fights come up. "Porridge & fruits for me as well."
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Molly nods briefly and retreats to the kitchen for your orders, coming back in a short while with an ewer of water, some wooden tankards, a tub of porridge with a ladle, two bowls, a small platter of fruit (berries) and shelled walnuts. She smiles at Jorin and heads back, returning with some "breakfast" ale, and a small slab of pork ribs. "That'll be three shards (sp) for the northman, and just five nibs (cp) for each of you," she nods at Drusk and Hildi.
"Will you be staying the night with us again, or d'ye want to settle that up, too?"
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Jorin abruptly sits forward in his chair at the arrival of his food, child-like joy spreading across his face. "Ribs, Molly? You've outdone yourself. Ribs and breakfast ale, its like I'm home in the Frost Hills again." He hands her a dragon to cover his meal and her fine service, then digs into his food, sucking the meat off the bones, cracking them open to get at the marrow, and finally washing it down with the ale.
Drusk hands over 7 nibs (2 for tip), and a dragon to cover the room fee for the previous night and the coming night. (It is 5 silver per day, right?)
Drusk (to the others): "I think we should hold rooms here for at least another night. Even if we plan to move into the new property, we don't know what shape it is in, or how long it would take to make it habitable."
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Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM) Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy) DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
A loud crunch punctuates Drusk's last sentence as Jorin cracks the last rib bone, "Aye, that is a good idea." Jorin puts another dragon down on the table to cover last night and tonight.
Hildigrim extracts a gold and a silver from his purse. He cheerfully deposits them both in Molly's hand. "Likewise," he says before spooning up a healthy amount of porridge, fruit, and a few nuts.
"Well, you three're welcome as many nights as y'like, you pay like that each time!" she laughs lightly, and then heads back to the kitchen with your coin. You're paid up for another night.
OOC > abunny is on vacation, so I'm going to retcon Ilena as not visiting the Portal this morning. You three have business at the Palace (or a nearby functionary's office) for whatever is coming to you from the burning of the Fiddly Pig and all your possessions (though only Hildi actually lost anything in the fire). And Volo suggested that the mind flayer was worth mentioning to the Blackstaff, if you care to do that.
(Whenever Hildigrim and Jorin decide to go to the Palace, assume that Drusk will follow them. He has no particular business, but this is a convenient reason to see more of the city.)
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Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM) Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy) DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Hildigrim is ready to go whenever. If he happens to know of any book stores or libraries between the Portal and the Palace, he'll lead the group that way and hope they'll be patient as he pops in to look quickly for anything that catches his eye.
The three of you, after waiting a reasonable amount of time for Ilena and Pascal, decide to proceed. Waving farewell to the staff, you make your way outside. The promise of colder weather has been made good, and you wrap your coats about you as you step into the morning light.
Waterdeep is already awake, and as you head north to Waterdeep Way, Hildi takes you a little west, and you pass by Castle Waterdeep, set high on the slope of the mountain, a switchback causeway leading up to it from the courtyard you are passing through. Merchant carts and street vendors are already set up, despite the cold, hoping for a warming day. You fend off a couple of children trying to sell you hot fish on a stick. "But it's on a stick!"
When you reach Waterdeep Way, you turn left, west, and walk along the broad thoroughfare. There is plenty of traffic, carriages and carts, people of most sorts, and occasional City Watch patrols. Ahead and above, at the peak of the mountain, the giant statue of a griffon looks down over the city, one of the Living Statues of Waterdeep.
The Palace comes in to view, but before you get there, you pass by Ahghairon's Tower. Ahghairon was the founder of Waterdeep 500 years ago, it's first Open Lord, and a wizard of some repute. His tower is said to hold his remains, and also untold riches and magical treasures. But nobody tries to steal them. As you approach, you see the skeletal remains of the last person who tried, suspended by some force in a semblance of a natural position, not ten feet from the tower. On the ground, a ring of clean cobbles can be seen surrounding the tower, within which the would-be thief's bones are floating.
A group of giggling children with a long stick are trying to poke the bones, but a woman comes and shoos them away with stories about losing a finger.
Beyond the tower, the Palace rises, several gates open and citizens and functionaries already coming in and out.
Hildi, there are no good booksellers along this way, though you know there are several closer to the Blackstaff Tower, further north. They might even buy your spellbooks.
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Jorin would have absolutely bought one 'hot fish on a stick' saying, "Of course, meat on a stick! No better way to consume your prey than to spear it first and then eat its still-quivering flesh right off the weapon of its demise!"
Jorin scowls a little and then spits on the ground as they pass the floating skeleton.
2 nibs, Jorin, for your fish, and the child is suitably awed by your description. You hear her telling her next customer that "There's no better way to eat 'em than when they still wiggling!"
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
OOC - I see you broke first! Lol. I was close posting something similar yesterday but then remembered the PM from our dearly DM that he was going to take a couple days to organize.
It's been a long road...
Chapter 2: Trollskull Alley
The next morning, after a very long and refreshing sleep, Jorin, Drusk, and Hildigrim, recently evicted from the Fiddly Pig due to circumstances, gather for breakfast in the common room of the Yawning Portal. It's like you'd expect of a place that comes alive at night, morning is mostly an abandoned shambles of employees cleaning up, righting chairs, and slapping a few drunk patrons awake to shoo them home.
A short while after you have found a clean table and put an order in, Ilena comes through the door.
Pascal is nowhere to be seen.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
"Felicitations, my friends," Hildigrim says, greeting Jorin and Drusk, who now feel almost like family. The halfling climbs into a chair and begins ticking off fingers. "Books, the palace, the land Master Volo bequeathed to us, bolts, and perhaps my family's domicile. These are my goals for today. Ah, Molly," he says, greeting the barmaid as she walks by their table. "Breakfast, if you please. Nothing too greasy for me. I'm experiencing a little rumble I'd rather tiptoe around," he says, patting his stomach.
Molly, who seems to always be here, greets Hildi warmly. "Master Hildigrim! Good morning to you. A little porridge then, with some fruit and nuts?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
"Good morning to you, my friend." Jorin says to Hildigrim. "Breakfast does sound quite good. Molly, I am hungry for a little meat, and perhaps a breakfast ale?" He smiles warmly as the barmaid and leans back in his chair, one arm draped over the back.
"You know, I was thinking. I would like to ring hammer on anvil and make a knife for Pascal. A fine knife, suitable for his talents in the kitchen. I will not be able to stay much passed the end of the year in our tavern, so this way, something of me will remain after I have headed back north." Jorin looks around and adds, "Where did our scalely friend go to, anyway?"
Drusk was about to ask for "spam egg spam spam bacon and spam", but Hildigrim's comment about nothing too greasy is a reminder that Drusk needs to eat healthier in case more fights come up. "Porridge & fruits for me as well."
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Molly nods briefly and retreats to the kitchen for your orders, coming back in a short while with an ewer of water, some wooden tankards, a tub of porridge with a ladle, two bowls, a small platter of fruit (berries) and shelled walnuts. She smiles at Jorin and heads back, returning with some "breakfast" ale, and a small slab of pork ribs. "That'll be three shards (sp) for the northman, and just five nibs (cp) for each of you," she nods at Drusk and Hildi.
"Will you be staying the night with us again, or d'ye want to settle that up, too?"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Jorin abruptly sits forward in his chair at the arrival of his food, child-like joy spreading across his face. "Ribs, Molly? You've outdone yourself. Ribs and breakfast ale, its like I'm home in the Frost Hills again." He hands her a dragon to cover his meal and her fine service, then digs into his food, sucking the meat off the bones, cracking them open to get at the marrow, and finally washing it down with the ale.
Molly watches amused, but taps her foot about your room tab.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Drusk hands over 7 nibs (2 for tip), and a dragon to cover the room fee for the previous night and the coming night. (It is 5 silver per day, right?)
Drusk (to the others): "I think we should hold rooms here for at least another night. Even if we plan to move into the new property, we don't know what shape it is in, or how long it would take to make it habitable."
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
A loud crunch punctuates Drusk's last sentence as Jorin cracks the last rib bone, "Aye, that is a good idea." Jorin puts another dragon down on the table to cover last night and tonight.
Hildigrim extracts a gold and a silver from his purse. He cheerfully deposits them both in Molly's hand. "Likewise," he says before spooning up a healthy amount of porridge, fruit, and a few nuts.
"Well, you three're welcome as many nights as y'like, you pay like that each time!" she laughs lightly, and then heads back to the kitchen with your coin. You're paid up for another night.
OOC > abunny is on vacation, so I'm going to retcon Ilena as not visiting the Portal this morning. You three have business at the Palace (or a nearby functionary's office) for whatever is coming to you from the burning of the Fiddly Pig and all your possessions (though only Hildi actually lost anything in the fire). And Volo suggested that the mind flayer was worth mentioning to the Blackstaff, if you care to do that.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
(Whenever Hildigrim and Jorin decide to go to the Palace, assume that Drusk will follow them. He has no particular business, but this is a convenient reason to see more of the city.)
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Hildigrim is ready to go whenever. If he happens to know of any book stores or libraries between the Portal and the Palace, he'll lead the group that way and hope they'll be patient as he pops in to look quickly for anything that catches his eye.
DM rolls a d100! 73
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
The three of you, after waiting a reasonable amount of time for Ilena and Pascal, decide to proceed. Waving farewell to the staff, you make your way outside. The promise of colder weather has been made good, and you wrap your coats about you as you step into the morning light.
Waterdeep is already awake, and as you head north to Waterdeep Way, Hildi takes you a little west, and you pass by Castle Waterdeep, set high on the slope of the mountain, a switchback causeway leading up to it from the courtyard you are passing through. Merchant carts and street vendors are already set up, despite the cold, hoping for a warming day. You fend off a couple of children trying to sell you hot fish on a stick. "But it's on a stick!"
When you reach Waterdeep Way, you turn left, west, and walk along the broad thoroughfare. There is plenty of traffic, carriages and carts, people of most sorts, and occasional City Watch patrols. Ahead and above, at the peak of the mountain, the giant statue of a griffon looks down over the city, one of the Living Statues of Waterdeep.
The Palace comes in to view, but before you get there, you pass by Ahghairon's Tower. Ahghairon was the founder of Waterdeep 500 years ago, it's first Open Lord, and a wizard of some repute. His tower is said to hold his remains, and also untold riches and magical treasures. But nobody tries to steal them. As you approach, you see the skeletal remains of the last person who tried, suspended by some force in a semblance of a natural position, not ten feet from the tower. On the ground, a ring of clean cobbles can be seen surrounding the tower, within which the would-be thief's bones are floating.
A group of giggling children with a long stick are trying to poke the bones, but a woman comes and shoos them away with stories about losing a finger.
Beyond the tower, the Palace rises, several gates open and citizens and functionaries already coming in and out.
Hildi, there are no good booksellers along this way, though you know there are several closer to the Blackstaff Tower, further north. They might even buy your spellbooks.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Jorin would have absolutely bought one 'hot fish on a stick' saying, "Of course, meat on a stick! No better way to consume your prey than to spear it first and then eat its still-quivering flesh right off the weapon of its demise!"
Jorin scowls a little and then spits on the ground as they pass the floating skeleton.
2 nibs, Jorin, for your fish, and the child is suitably awed by your description. You hear her telling her next customer that "There's no better way to eat 'em than when they still wiggling!"
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Having no nibs on him, Jorin gives the child a shard.