I'll take next watch." Emet told Mirza. "My training has given me a bit of an...edge as it were." He told him as she started to head back inside the house. "I'll see you in an hour, that sound good?' he asked.
The old woman gave a genial smile as she made her eay to the kitchen, "There's a well out back for water and a basin upstairs." As you step outside, the well is readily visible about 30' from the back door.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Leaf will follow behind the old woman and help in any way possible with setting up some tea. Once talk of watch comes up, Leafncalls from the kitchen area. “I will take the middle watch. My eyes and ears are just as keen as they were when I was your age, if not better.”
Morzuk will head to the barn with the horses. "Morzuk take watch, protect all." The old orc, keeps his hold pulled forward and tries to stay as inconspicuous as possible.
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Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
The sun sets in a peaceful, serene glow across the plains and night quickly takes the place of day. The home was not the most comfortable, but Uruk was right: it was much more comfortable than sleeping on the ground or in a cramped wagon.
As Leaf wanders the dark, everything is deathly still. In this stillness, he hears a rhythmic *thump thump* from the front of the house, as though someone were walking across the front porch. The sounds are too heavy for the old woman, though.
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Fenric swung open the doors of The Laughing Copper and just sniffed the air for a second - a scowl held his face in a permanent mixture of disgust and judgement. Society was one of the few things that he tried to avoid to often in the past couple of months, but he couldn't deny that a drink was needed. He just strolled up to the bar, slamming the door behind him. He was average height for an elf standing at 5'9'' and his tan skin gave him away as someone prone to spend more time in daylight. His face caked in mud and dirt, from not having bathed in a couple days but also natural camouflage for when he was living in the woods. The swords at his sides and the bow strung around his back with a quiver giving away his nature as a hunter.
He began to move towards the bar drawing back his hood to reveal brown hair that flowed to his shoulder, his ears stuck out from the sides giving away his elven decent. His sat at the bar and just looked at the bar keep "Bring me some food and drink. When your done with that tell me about any work that may need done, preferably that involves dragons or anything of that nature." His voice was gritty and low, as if he wasn't use to speaking to loud all the time but in a continual whisper.
Miles had just placed a steaming up and small glass in front of Kestrell and was scooping up a bowl of nuts from a bag behind the bar when Fenric entered. Two hardy types looking for work after the last group had sauntered through just yesterday. The retired explorer began to think it would be easier just to post a job board next to the bar...
He called for a plate to the kitchen and started pouring a drink between the two as he rattled off the local news:
"Word is there's an apothecary in town who's had some pest troubles. Probably just bugs or rats, but who knows what they might've gotten into?"
"Everyone knows the types that come to my tavern here, so the constables came to let me know that they could use some freelance hands. Possible gang on the rise in the streets, but every time the find a good lead, it scatters at the sight of official colors."
"The salt mines are only a day's ride from here, so lots of their supplies come from River's Rush. Because of it, the roads tend to be a bit dangerous and the caravans like hiring a few extra hands for protection. Not the best pay for each trip, but I've seen lots of sellswords get paid for a week of escorts before they see any trouble."
"Waterways are a huge trade asset for River's Rush. Only a day on the river and you're out to open seas. All these merchant ships, tends to be a great way for people to see far away places and make some money."
Miles rambles on a bit about one of his voyages at sea and a dangerous sea creature he encountered which only happened to be a school of fish.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Thank you, Miles, delicious tea. Where do you get the leaves?" Kestrell sips his tea.
"Now, I'd be interested in protecting the salt mine caravan. But, I've studied the map, and it looks to be more of a 3 day ride. Are we talking about the same mine?"
Miles chuckles for a moment as he remembers himself, "Yes, you're right. So many caravans coming and going, I sometimes confuse where they're going. The leaves are from across the sea, the kingdom of Alvernia, actually. Being so close to where ships bring it in, we can usually count on a decent supply. If you want to sign up for a caravan detail, you'll find the Merchants' Guild near the city gates. They hire out the hands and wagons there and back."
Leaf can very clearly see a massive, humanoid figure just outside the door. Its movements are jerky and ragged, as though movement was an awkward thing. Leaning closer, a loud *CREAK* causes the figure to spin to look inside the house. It's arms are unnaturally thin, and it seems to have a large hood over its head. A pair of yellow, glowing eyes stare from the hood-like top. An air of malice pierces the darkness and sinks itself deep in Leaf's mind.
(WIS save and initiative! For everyone else, I need a disadvantaged Perception check.)
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Haha, that will happen. Thanks for the information, Miles. And the tea. How much do I owe you?"
Kestrell turns to Fenric: "Hello fellow traveler, what's this I hear about dragons? Maybe you and I can escort some salt and discuss the latest draconic news?"
"Three silvers for the whole, and I wish you well. Like I said, the caravans don't always pay the best, but they always hire extra hands for that one time in twenty they may get attacked."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
A quick sweep and swap leaves a small pile of coins in place of the gold one, "Much obliged, and good luck out there. Wish I could be more help about dragons, but those days are long gone." A wistful smile crosses Miles' face as he glances above the bar to a painting of a massive dragon with copper scales listening intently while coiled around a small man atop a cart.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Fenric just nodded as the food and drink was brought out - he began to chug the drink smashing the mug back down as he began to dig into his food. He didn't care to much about the jobs since they all had to do with society. If anything the salt mines sounded like it would be the easiest for some gold. His attention turned to Fenric when he asked about dragon "They're flying menaces to everyone and should be put down as fast as possible. Preferably when they are young." He shoved some more food in his mouth and just chewed as he uttered his next sentence "I've got no issue helping out with the salt mines issue. Everything else seems to only be about this town really. and that's the only one that benefits everyone."
I'll take next watch." Emet told Mirza. "My training has given me a bit of an...edge as it were." He told him as she started to head back inside the house. "I'll see you in an hour, that sound good?' he asked.
Elhora who still hasn't taken her hood since they meet her, and had tried to kept quiet ask the woman trying to keep herself out of direct sight.
"Excuse me. Is there a place nearby where I can take a bath?... I.. I need some private time " she adds as an explanation,
PbP Character: A few ;)
The old woman gave a genial smile as she made her eay to the kitchen, "There's a well out back for water and a basin upstairs." As you step outside, the well is readily visible about 30' from the back door.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Leaf will follow behind the old woman and help in any way possible with setting up some tea. Once talk of watch comes up, Leafncalls from the kitchen area. “I will take the middle watch. My eyes and ears are just as keen as they were when I was your age, if not better.”
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
Morzuk will head to the barn with the horses. "Morzuk take watch, protect all." The old orc, keeps his hold pulled forward and tries to stay as inconspicuous as possible.
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
The sun sets in a peaceful, serene glow across the plains and night quickly takes the place of day. The home was not the most comfortable, but Uruk was right: it was much more comfortable than sleeping on the ground or in a cramped wagon.
As Leaf wanders the dark, everything is deathly still. In this stillness, he hears a rhythmic *thump thump* from the front of the house, as though someone were walking across the front porch. The sounds are too heavy for the old woman, though.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Meanwhile back at The Laughing Copper, Kestrell Sorcererson walks in, looks around and takes a seat at the bar.
"A cup of mint tea, a shot of hard stuff, some salty nuts, and what's the good word?" He asks.
Fenric swung open the doors of The Laughing Copper and just sniffed the air for a second - a scowl held his face in a permanent mixture of disgust and judgement. Society was one of the few things that he tried to avoid to often in the past couple of months, but he couldn't deny that a drink was needed. He just strolled up to the bar, slamming the door behind him. He was average height for an elf standing at 5'9'' and his tan skin gave him away as someone prone to spend more time in daylight. His face caked in mud and dirt, from not having bathed in a couple days but also natural camouflage for when he was living in the woods. The swords at his sides and the bow strung around his back with a quiver giving away his nature as a hunter.
He began to move towards the bar drawing back his hood to reveal brown hair that flowed to his shoulder, his ears stuck out from the sides giving away his elven decent. His sat at the bar and just looked at the bar keep "Bring me some food and drink. When your done with that tell me about any work that may need done, preferably that involves dragons or anything of that nature." His voice was gritty and low, as if he wasn't use to speaking to loud all the time but in a continual whisper.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Miles had just placed a steaming up and small glass in front of Kestrell and was scooping up a bowl of nuts from a bag behind the bar when Fenric entered. Two hardy types looking for work after the last group had sauntered through just yesterday. The retired explorer began to think it would be easier just to post a job board next to the bar...
He called for a plate to the kitchen and started pouring a drink between the two as he rattled off the local news:
"Word is there's an apothecary in town who's had some pest troubles. Probably just bugs or rats, but who knows what they might've gotten into?"
"Everyone knows the types that come to my tavern here, so the constables came to let me know that they could use some freelance hands. Possible gang on the rise in the streets, but every time the find a good lead, it scatters at the sight of official colors."
"The salt mines are only a day's ride from here, so lots of their supplies come from River's Rush. Because of it, the roads tend to be a bit dangerous and the caravans like hiring a few extra hands for protection. Not the best pay for each trip, but I've seen lots of sellswords get paid for a week of escorts before they see any trouble."
"Waterways are a huge trade asset for River's Rush. Only a day on the river and you're out to open seas. All these merchant ships, tends to be a great way for people to see far away places and make some money."
Miles rambles on a bit about one of his voyages at sea and a dangerous sea creature he encountered which only happened to be a school of fish.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Thank you, Miles, delicious tea. Where do you get the leaves?" Kestrell sips his tea.
"Now, I'd be interested in protecting the salt mine caravan. But, I've studied the map, and it looks to be more of a 3 day ride. Are we talking about the same mine?"
Leaf comes around to where he can keep an eye on the porch, but trying to stay out of sight...
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
(Haha caught me on my inconsistency!)
(Back at The Laughing Copper)
Miles chuckles for a moment as he remembers himself, "Yes, you're right. So many caravans coming and going, I sometimes confuse where they're going. The leaves are from across the sea, the kingdom of Alvernia, actually. Being so close to where ships bring it in, we can usually count on a decent supply. If you want to sign up for a caravan detail, you'll find the Merchants' Guild near the city gates. They hire out the hands and wagons there and back."
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(At the farmhouse)
Leaf can very clearly see a massive, humanoid figure just outside the door. Its movements are jerky and ragged, as though movement was an awkward thing. Leaning closer, a loud *CREAK* causes the figure to spin to look inside the house. It's arms are unnaturally thin, and it seems to have a large hood over its head. A pair of yellow, glowing eyes stare from the hood-like top. An air of malice pierces the darkness and sinks itself deep in Leaf's mind.
(WIS save and initiative! For everyone else, I need a disadvantaged Perception check.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Mirza sleepy perception rolled in discord: 9
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"Haha, that will happen. Thanks for the information, Miles. And the tea. How much do I owe you?"
Kestrell turns to Fenric: "Hello fellow traveler, what's this I hear about dragons? Maybe you and I can escort some salt and discuss the latest draconic news?"
Elhora perception roll: 2
The young and shy girl, after the bath, had felt asleep, feeling safe for the first time in a long, long time, and she fell in a deep slumber.
PbP Character: A few ;)
(At The Laughing Copper)
"Three silvers for the whole, and I wish you well. Like I said, the caravans don't always pay the best, but they always hire extra hands for that one time in twenty they may get attacked."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
While waiting for Fenric to respond, Kestrell hands Miles a gold piece: "Just 5 silver back please, keep the other 2 for yourself."
A quick sweep and swap leaves a small pile of coins in place of the gold one, "Much obliged, and good luck out there. Wish I could be more help about dragons, but those days are long gone." A wistful smile crosses Miles' face as he glances above the bar to a painting of a massive dragon with copper scales listening intently while coiled around a small man atop a cart.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Fenric just nodded as the food and drink was brought out - he began to chug the drink smashing the mug back down as he began to dig into his food. He didn't care to much about the jobs since they all had to do with society. If anything the salt mines sounded like it would be the easiest for some gold. His attention turned to Fenric when he asked about dragon "They're flying menaces to everyone and should be put down as fast as possible. Preferably when they are young." He shoved some more food in his mouth and just chewed as he uttered his next sentence "I've got no issue helping out with the salt mines issue. Everything else seems to only be about this town really. and that's the only one that benefits everyone."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"Excellent good sir! once you are finished, let's head down to the Merchant's Guild."
A brief pause.
"You've got some potatoes on your chin."