Silver just nods as Vassa suggests that they go together to buy things "As great as a shopping trip with all of you would be...I have some things I need to take care of." he says just walking out the door as the man enter and introduces himself "Pleasure, I'm Silver. Though I'm sure we will all chat later if your looking to do business." with that he just exits the manor, thankful for the distraction as he slips away.
"Wait, Silver. Didn't we just agree not to... Oh, well. Fair is fair, I guess. I've never been particularly good at sticking to game plans myself in the past. I just hope that he took that shortsword with him."
Vassa says the above to Kes with a wry grin, before the bard looks over at Phaedra and says with a straight face and only a little of the usual mischief in his lyrical voice,'
"Again, sorry about... not finishing that hand, last night. And on Mystra, well she's certainly one of the more useful gods around. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's no Tymora, but still pretty important. Where would we be without magic... right? And who knows, maybe I'll even grace that fancy temple with a performance one day. Play something to liven the place up a little."
Hearing the banging on the door, the bard's head whips around and one hand reaches for his flute... but then he thinks Nah, assassins don't usually knock, ya jumpy git, and goes to see who it is. Seeing the red-bearded dwarf show himself in, calling out his guild affiliation before addressing Lif like a long lost friend, Vassa blinks a few times, closes his mouth and says,'
"Vinters, Brewers and... Oh, I see. You must be one of Cece's associates. Dang, that girl does not mess about. Welcome Bason Crimsonbrow to the Trollskull Manor... though if you know Last Drinks Lif here, then you probably know that already. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. The name's Vassa Sunstar."
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Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land DM Beyond the Bitter Shore DM Echos of a Burning Crown
"It is good to see that you do not wish to get involved in anything illicit Silver. And I have no idea who the Bregan D'aerthe are Silver, but the Order of the Gauntlet are a decent faithful group who combat the evils of the world. My mother is acquainted with a few of its members. But have you not all forgot an important group who has already given you aid, the Harpers? I am sure my brethren will help as as required to ride the city of those the harbour us ill will."
She turns to the other half elf. "As I said Vassa, water under the bridge. And I am no bigot, you are entitled to worship any other worthy deity, such as the delightful Smiling Lady. As for being targeted because of your parentage, there is nothing wrong with have parents from different races. Many people do and many people will the more our societies work together."
Phaedra watches as the dwarf enters, "Ohh you are right Vassa, Cece does not waste time. It is a pleasure to meet you Bason. I am Phaedra Starcaller, devoted of her most excellent Lady of Mysteries, Mystra herself.
"Yes, let's do a little shopping! And then, stay away from the guild activities, you are right. Shopping and then down the Portal!"
As Bason enters:
"Hello Bison Crimsonbow! You know Lif here? Come in, come in. I'm Kestrell Rangerson."
After the introductions, Kestrell asks:
"The Guild of Vinters and Brewers you say? I suppose we'll need your services soon, but not quite yet, as Cece was fond of reminding us we have some repairs and legalities to complete first." A long pause..."But Maybe, we should get a few kegs of ale and bottles of whiskey delivered now. For testing purposes of course."
Elon stands at the cul-di-sac watching as a dwarf approaches and another leaves in a hurry. He straightens up his plain clothes to make them seem more proper and insures his long black hair is neat. Elon walks casually over to the Trollskull and up to the door. He nervously clears his throat, then knocks at the door.
He doesn’t really know who these people are other then they helped an associate in a bar fight. It all seems pretty straight forward, deliver a message and stay with the group.
as the door opens he addresses the person, “Hello, my name is Elon Andrael. May I come in?” he ask.
Arching an eyebrow in wonder at the names of certain organisations being bandied about, Vassa is about to ask Phaedra to fill him in more on her past with the Harpers and is half-way giving Kestrell a thumbs up regarding the order of some liquid refreshments... when there is ANOTHER knock at their door.
Wondering at their sudden popularity, Vassa figures it to be another of Cece's guild contacts and so when the elf upon their doorstep asks for entry, the smiling bard nods and ushers him through to the bar area, asking politely,'
"So... what guild are you with, Elon? Cece said that we'd have a few visitors, but I must admit that we didn't quite expect them all to arrive so speedily. Very efficient, I must say."
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Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land DM Beyond the Bitter Shore DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Breez, arrives in the cul-di-sac and slowly looks around, looking for the supposed, Trollskull Manor. After finding the building that was described to him by some random civilians, he begins to slowly approach. As he get's closer he sees someone walk in, welcomed in by another. He pauses as he reaches the lawn of the building and stares at the building, quickly glancing over the front of the building. Nervous, he pauses her for a moment, trying to talk himself into going to the door.
Come on Breez, you can do this. It's not that serious, just go up and knock, come on.
To anyone who can see him: You see what resembles a man, a Genasi (If you're aware what they look like or even exist is up to you.), standing in front of the building at the base of the lawn. Upon closer look you can see he has white hair, which, along with this robes, look to be moving around slightly, as if it was windy outside (OOC: Is it windy outside?). His skin is a pearl grey color and looking at his face, has a very unsure look.
(OOC: I'll wait for the other guys to introduce themselves first so it's not a lot all at once.)
As Silver passes, Bason will side step out of the way. "Oh, Hullo Silver. Goodbye Silver."
He will step inside more and place the cask on whatever structure looks table-ish.
He will look at each as they introduce themselves, and bow slightly to each as he addresses them. Mother always said to address potential new customers with there full names and titles. Gotta be polite. "Hullo Vassa Sunstar. Hullo Phaedra Starcaller, devotee of her most excellent Lady of Mysteries, Mystra herself. Hullo Kestrell Rangerson. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances."
He will say "I knew Lif when I was a lad who could barely even grow a beard. I would deliver some of our wares to him. He was a good man in life." He will say as he smiles and nods to the phantom in the corner by the bar.
He will pat on the cask he brought. "I don't have any kegs or whisky on me now, but I do have some CrimsonBrow Dwarven Red Ale! It's some of the best Ale you can get in Waterdeep! I can organize getting some kegs and whisky brought over for you, but...." He looks around the building. "You probably want to prioritize getting this place fixed up first. I would say Lif would be rolling in his grave if he saw the Manor in this state, but he's not in his grave, now is he. Ha!" He looks over to Lif "Oh, sorry, I meant no offense."
Bason looks confused as the keep mentioning Cece. "I'm sorry, I don't know anyone named Cece. The guild asked me to come over. Also, I'd be willing to help you out getting this place back in order. I know my way around a smithy and can fight fairly well. If I do help, I don't suppose you could make some room for some brewing equipment here? Then you could have your very own ale, made right here! Limited edition, only available at ....... What are you going to call this place, by the way?"
As Elon come in, he will bow to him and say ((OOC: It's pretty obvious that this is how he greets new people, and it is very forced politeness)) "Hullo Elon Andrael, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. He another one of your group?"
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Elon gives a polite nod to everyone in the room. “I apologize, I do not know a Cece. I am here by request of Davil Starsong.” He begins to tell them, trying to choose his words wisely. “You had helped out a comrad of mine and this caught our attention. We would like a meeting with you all” he says, not wanting to give away too many details if he doesn’t have too. “I don’t yet know the nature of the request but I am sure it will be a good opportunity for all of us.” He tells them trying to gauge there response.
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Phaedra raises any eyebrow, looking from the dwarf to the elf and then the grey skinned man outside.
"It does indeed seem we are suddenly wanted, hopefully in a good way"
Phaedra stands to average height, with a fine form and light blue eyes framed by high cheekbones, slightly pointed ears and long, golden blonde hair kept out of her face by a thin silver band. She is currently wearing shining scale mail, mostly obscured by a deep blue religious vestment emblazoned with a circle of seven blue-white stars with a red mist flowing from the center.
"Elon Andrael, friend of Davil Starsong, is it. If you do not know Cece, a member of the Scriveners, Scribes and Clerks Guild who is helping with the restoration of Trollskull Manor, then which group is interested in meeting us."
She glances back out at the grey skinned man pacing outside. Waving to him, "Can someone invite him in as well".
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"How come no one knows who Cece is? And where did Silver run off to?"
Turning back to Bason:
"Bison, you come bearing a keg of ale, and offer to put in a whole brewing system? A good man, you are. Yes, Limited Edition, only found at Mystra's Mighty Milkers, Creamery and Brewing, LLC." Kestrell raises his eyebrow questioningly at Vassa and Phaedra, as if to ask what they thought of that name.
"Elon, Who is Davil Starsong, and who is your comrad? We have helped a lot of people recently. As far as meetings go, we've got a pretty busy day of shopping scheduled. And then a dip down the Portal tonight."
Vassa is just about to close the door and follow Elon in when he notices the grey-skinned man with the strangely flowing robes and hair outside. Looking outside, then inside... and then outside again with a look of some confusion, the amused bard just calls out to the latest visitor,'
"Let me guess - the Air Conditioners Guild? No... Fans'R'Us maybe? Sorry, just joking around with you. The name's Vassa and we're having something of an open house at the moment, so why don't you come on in. It looks like it's getting a bit gusty out there - might be a storm coming."
Leaving the door opened behind himself in invitation, the perplexed minstrel walks in to overhear Elon mention Davil Starsong and Phaedra pointedly ask about his affiliation. With a nod at the priestesses business-like manner and efficiency, though no desire to replicate it himself, Vassa touches his nose with one index finger while pointing the other at the Mystran, saying with good humour,'
"Starsong, eh? Sounds like a good fellow to share a few glasses of wine with.
Great question, Phaedra. I like to think that I'm a fair juggler of mental pins and balls, but I'll be grabbing a notepad and pencil in a moment. Don't worry about the chap outside - he's now on the invisible and ever growing guest list. Thought I'd leave the door open... seemed the thing to do, until Lif there starts pulling his weight around here. Just kidding, Lif."
Hearing Kes' questions and statements, the now thoroughly entertained bard, just laughs out loud and sits down on a dusty, half-broken stool and replies,'
"In order of statement, Kes... A. Good question, not sure, B. Good question, not sure, C. Any brewer of a friend is a brewer of mine... wait, sorry, I mixed that up. Any friend of a brewer is a friend of mine. How do you feel about the idea of sleeping in a cellar, Bason?
Meeting new people always did make me thirsty, Vassa thinks to himself as he smiles at Bason's mention of dwarven ale.
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“Yagra, the half orc you had help, and I are members of Zhentarim“ He eyes them for a second to see how they respond. “We are having trouble with another group that is trying to start a street war to take power from other groups. We are trying to restore peace” Elon gestures to the dwarf, “I have had many fine drinks from your group, pity you did not bring any elven wine” he says forcing a smile to the dwarf. Turning back the the rest of the group, “if you would join me on a short trek, you will get all the answers you seek and maybe something for your troubles.” He turns toward the door to see the grey gentleman then back to the group keeping himself poised and proper.
Vassa is just about to close the door and follow Elon in when he notices the grey-skinned man with the strangely flowing robes and hair outside. Looking outside, then inside... and then outside again with a look of some confusion, the amused bard just calls out to the latest visitor,'
"Let me guess - the Air Conditioners Guild? No... Fans'R'Us maybe? Sorry, just joking around with you. The name's Vassa and we're having something of an open house at the moment, so why don't you come on in. It looks like it's getting a bit gusty out there - might be a storm coming."
Leaving the door opened behind himself in invitation...
Breez, chuckling lightly at the jokes being tossed out his way, eases his nerves and he begins to approach the home, looking at the broken windows scattered about the front of the house. He makes his way inside and closes the door behind him. He will wait until a break or end in conversation before introducing himself.
He speaks out, a slight echo following the occasional word."Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for the owner of the establishment... My name is Breez and I'm here to inquire about a possible job."
To anyone looking at him:
Anyone looking at him will see that, just like when he was outside, his hair and robe are still slightly flowing in the breeze. Anyone in immediate proximity of him can also feel this slight breeze. Closer inspection of him will show you that upon his arms, and the small parts of exposed skin around his chest, there are small swirls, circles and lines, glowing only slightly brighter than the color of his skin, forming intricate designs on his skin.
Elon gives a polite nod to the gentleman calling himself Breez then continues “Hmm, better call the glass blowers guild to take care of these windows, there is a draft in here” he says jokingly. “If one or preferably all of you would follow me, we can get the meeting done and do your shopping after. What do you say?”
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Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Elon gives a polite nod to the gentleman calling himself Breez then continues “Hmm, better call the glass blowers guild to take care of these windows, there is a draft in here” he says jokingly. “If one or preferably all of you would follow me, we can get the meeting done and do your shopping after. What do you say?”
Breez, unsure of quite what to do, as he's never been in this situation agrees.
"Ah yes Yagra the half-orc, the Zhentarim member that we have helped before in the past" Phaedra says in a flat tone, looking from Vassa to Kestrell.
The cleric looks past Elon to Breez, "Welcome to Trollskull Manor Breez, the soon to be shining tavern of the area. I am Phaedra Starcaller, humble servant of Mystra, Mother of Magic. So you have come inquiring about the job. Which job? Is it the windows as Elon refers? Are you also a member of the Zhentarim or even the Xanathar's Guild? Or did I forget someone?"
She looks back towards the elf "Elon, so I suppose lets lead away. I am partial to good elven wine after all, no offense intended to your CrimsonBrow Dwarven Red Ale Bason. Would you like to come as well Vassa, ohh sorry I almost forgot. Aren't the Zhentarim trying to...do away with you or was that a misunderstanding? But if I am correct it would mean that Elon here has as they put it, a set on him to walk in here? Unless they are that desperate to do away with the Xanathar?" she says with a smile at the sorcerer.
"You want us to go where? And what are the Zhentarim? I'm not too comfortable walking off with a random stranger for a 'meeting'. Especially with this cask of dwarven ale that just arrived. Maybe you should have them come here?"
"Ah, Phaedra, I don't know do you think we should go with him? Do you know the Zhentarim?"
"Ohh Kestrell my friend, I assure you we do know the Zhentarim. Vassa would you like to add something?" Phaedra folds her arms and looks at the bard.
"It is a good point though Kestrell. We do have another two new friends standing before us and it would be rather rude to up and kick them out of the Manor. A little more information about this meeting would be a positive start Elon."
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Lif just shakes his head and floats back to near the bar.
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Silver just nods as Vassa suggests that they go together to buy things "As great as a shopping trip with all of you would be...I have some things I need to take care of." he says just walking out the door as the man enter and introduces himself "Pleasure, I'm Silver. Though I'm sure we will all chat later if your looking to do business." with that he just exits the manor, thankful for the distraction as he slips away.
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"Wait, Silver. Didn't we just agree not to... Oh, well. Fair is fair, I guess. I've never been particularly good at sticking to game plans myself in the past. I just hope that he took that shortsword with him."
Vassa says the above to Kes with a wry grin, before the bard looks over at Phaedra and says with a straight face and only a little of the usual mischief in his lyrical voice,'
"Again, sorry about... not finishing that hand, last night. And on Mystra, well she's certainly one of the more useful gods around. I mean, don't get me wrong, she's no Tymora, but still pretty important. Where would we be without magic... right? And who knows, maybe I'll even grace that fancy temple with a performance one day. Play something to liven the place up a little."
Hearing the banging on the door, the bard's head whips around and one hand reaches for his flute... but then he thinks Nah, assassins don't usually knock, ya jumpy git, and goes to see who it is. Seeing the red-bearded dwarf show himself in, calling out his guild affiliation before addressing Lif like a long lost friend, Vassa blinks a few times, closes his mouth and says,'
"Vinters, Brewers and... Oh, I see. You must be one of Cece's associates. Dang, that girl does not mess about. Welcome Bason Crimsonbrow to the Trollskull Manor... though if you know Last Drinks Lif here, then you probably know that already. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. The name's Vassa Sunstar."
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Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
"It is good to see that you do not wish to get involved in anything illicit Silver. And I have no idea who the Bregan D'aerthe are Silver, but the Order of the Gauntlet are a decent faithful group who combat the evils of the world. My mother is acquainted with a few of its members. But have you not all forgot an important group who has already given you aid, the Harpers? I am sure my brethren will help as as required to ride the city of those the harbour us ill will."
She turns to the other half elf. "As I said Vassa, water under the bridge. And I am no bigot, you are entitled to worship any other worthy deity, such as the delightful Smiling Lady. As for being targeted because of your parentage, there is nothing wrong with have parents from different races. Many people do and many people will the more our societies work together."
Phaedra watches as the dwarf enters, "Ohh you are right Vassa, Cece does not waste time. It is a pleasure to meet you Bason. I am Phaedra Starcaller, devoted of her most excellent Lady of Mysteries, Mystra herself.
The cleric hold out her hand towards Bason.
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Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
"Yes, let's do a little shopping! And then, stay away from the guild activities, you are right. Shopping and then down the Portal!"
As Bason enters:
"Hello Bison Crimsonbow! You know Lif here? Come in, come in. I'm Kestrell Rangerson."
After the introductions, Kestrell asks:
"The Guild of Vinters and Brewers you say? I suppose we'll need your services soon, but not quite yet, as Cece was fond of reminding us we have some repairs and legalities to complete first." A long pause..."But Maybe, we should get a few kegs of ale and bottles of whiskey delivered now. For testing purposes of course."
Elon stands at the cul-di-sac watching as a dwarf approaches and another leaves in a hurry. He straightens up his plain clothes to make them seem more proper and insures his long black hair is neat. Elon walks casually over to the Trollskull and up to the door. He nervously clears his throat, then knocks at the door.
He doesn’t really know who these people are other then they helped an associate in a bar fight. It all seems pretty straight forward, deliver a message and stay with the group.
as the door opens he addresses the person, “Hello, my name is Elon Andrael. May I come in?” he ask.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Arching an eyebrow in wonder at the names of certain organisations being bandied about, Vassa is about to ask Phaedra to fill him in more on her past with the Harpers and is half-way giving Kestrell a thumbs up regarding the order of some liquid refreshments... when there is ANOTHER knock at their door.
Wondering at their sudden popularity, Vassa figures it to be another of Cece's guild contacts and so when the elf upon their doorstep asks for entry, the smiling bard nods and ushers him through to the bar area, asking politely,'
"So... what guild are you with, Elon? Cece said that we'd have a few visitors, but I must admit that we didn't quite expect them all to arrive so speedily. Very efficient, I must say."
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Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Breez, arrives in the cul-di-sac and slowly looks around, looking for the supposed, Trollskull Manor. After finding the building that was described to him by some random civilians, he begins to slowly approach. As he get's closer he sees someone walk in, welcomed in by another. He pauses as he reaches the lawn of the building and stares at the building, quickly glancing over the front of the building. Nervous, he pauses her for a moment, trying to talk himself into going to the door.
Come on Breez, you can do this. It's not that serious, just go up and knock, come on.
To anyone who can see him: You see what resembles a man, a Genasi (If you're aware what they look like or even exist is up to you.), standing in front of the building at the base of the lawn. Upon closer look you can see he has white hair, which, along with this robes, look to be moving around slightly, as if it was windy outside (OOC: Is it windy outside?). His skin is a pearl grey color and looking at his face, has a very unsure look.
(OOC: I'll wait for the other guys to introduce themselves first so it's not a lot all at once.)
I don't have a signature.
As Silver passes, Bason will side step out of the way. "Oh, Hullo Silver. Goodbye Silver."
He will step inside more and place the cask on whatever structure looks table-ish.
He will look at each as they introduce themselves, and bow slightly to each as he addresses them. Mother always said to address potential new customers with there full names and titles. Gotta be polite. "Hullo Vassa Sunstar. Hullo Phaedra Starcaller, devotee of her most excellent Lady of Mysteries, Mystra herself. Hullo Kestrell Rangerson. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintances."
He will say "I knew Lif when I was a lad who could barely even grow a beard. I would deliver some of our wares to him. He was a good man in life." He will say as he smiles and nods to the phantom in the corner by the bar.
He will pat on the cask he brought. "I don't have any kegs or whisky on me now, but I do have some CrimsonBrow Dwarven Red Ale! It's some of the best Ale you can get in Waterdeep! I can organize getting some kegs and whisky brought over for you, but...." He looks around the building. "You probably want to prioritize getting this place fixed up first. I would say Lif would be rolling in his grave if he saw the Manor in this state, but he's not in his grave, now is he. Ha!" He looks over to Lif "Oh, sorry, I meant no offense."
Bason looks confused as the keep mentioning Cece. "I'm sorry, I don't know anyone named Cece. The guild asked me to come over. Also, I'd be willing to help you out getting this place back in order. I know my way around a smithy and can fight fairly well. If I do help, I don't suppose you could make some room for some brewing equipment here? Then you could have your very own ale, made right here! Limited edition, only available at ....... What are you going to call this place, by the way?"
As Elon come in, he will bow to him and say ((OOC: It's pretty obvious that this is how he greets new people, and it is very forced politeness)) "Hullo Elon Andrael, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. He another one of your group?"
Elon gives a polite nod to everyone in the room. “I apologize, I do not know a Cece. I am here by request of Davil Starsong.” He begins to tell them, trying to choose his words wisely. “You had helped out a comrad of mine and this caught our attention. We would like a meeting with you all” he says, not wanting to give away too many details if he doesn’t have too. “I don’t yet know the nature of the request but I am sure it will be a good opportunity for all of us.” He tells them trying to gauge there response.
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Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Phaedra raises any eyebrow, looking from the dwarf to the elf and then the grey skinned man outside.
"It does indeed seem we are suddenly wanted, hopefully in a good way"
Phaedra stands to average height, with a fine form and light blue eyes framed by high cheekbones, slightly pointed ears and long, golden blonde hair kept out of her face by a thin silver band. She is currently wearing shining scale mail, mostly obscured by a deep blue religious vestment emblazoned with a circle of seven blue-white stars with a red mist flowing from the center.
"Elon Andrael, friend of Davil Starsong, is it. If you do not know Cece, a member of the Scriveners, Scribes and Clerks Guild who is helping with the restoration of Trollskull Manor, then which group is interested in meeting us."
She glances back out at the grey skinned man pacing outside. Waving to him, "Can someone invite him in as well".
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Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
"Hello Elon, I am Kestrell Rangerson."
Kestrell turns to Vassa and Phaedra:
"How come no one knows who Cece is? And where did Silver run off to?"
Turning back to Bason:
"Bison, you come bearing a keg of ale, and offer to put in a whole brewing system? A good man, you are. Yes, Limited Edition, only found at Mystra's Mighty Milkers, Creamery and Brewing, LLC." Kestrell raises his eyebrow questioningly at Vassa and Phaedra, as if to ask what they thought of that name.
"Elon, Who is Davil Starsong, and who is your comrad? We have helped a lot of people recently. As far as meetings go, we've got a pretty busy day of shopping scheduled. And then a dip down the Portal tonight."
Vassa is just about to close the door and follow Elon in when he notices the grey-skinned man with the strangely flowing robes and hair outside. Looking outside, then inside... and then outside again with a look of some confusion, the amused bard just calls out to the latest visitor,'
"Let me guess - the Air Conditioners Guild? No... Fans'R'Us maybe? Sorry, just joking around with you. The name's Vassa and we're having something of an open house at the moment, so why don't you come on in. It looks like it's getting a bit gusty out there - might be a storm coming."
Leaving the door opened behind himself in invitation, the perplexed minstrel walks in to overhear Elon mention Davil Starsong and Phaedra pointedly ask about his affiliation. With a nod at the priestesses business-like manner and efficiency, though no desire to replicate it himself, Vassa touches his nose with one index finger while pointing the other at the Mystran, saying with good humour,'
"Starsong, eh? Sounds like a good fellow to share a few glasses of wine with.
Great question, Phaedra. I like to think that I'm a fair juggler of mental pins and balls, but I'll be grabbing a notepad and pencil in a moment. Don't worry about the chap outside - he's now on the invisible and ever growing guest list. Thought I'd leave the door open... seemed the thing to do, until Lif there starts pulling his weight around here. Just kidding, Lif."
Hearing Kes' questions and statements, the now thoroughly entertained bard, just laughs out loud and sits down on a dusty, half-broken stool and replies,'
"In order of statement, Kes... A. Good question, not sure, B. Good question, not sure, C. Any brewer of a friend is a brewer of mine... wait, sorry, I mixed that up. Any friend of a brewer is a friend of mine. How do you feel about the idea of sleeping in a cellar, Bason?
Meeting new people always did make me thirsty, Vassa thinks to himself as he smiles at Bason's mention of dwarven ale.
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
“Yagra, the half orc you had help, and I are members of Zhentarim“ He eyes them for a second to see how they respond. “We are having trouble with another group that is trying to start a street war to take power from other groups. We are trying to restore peace” Elon gestures to the dwarf, “I have had many fine drinks from your group, pity you did not bring any elven wine” he says forcing a smile to the dwarf. Turning back the the rest of the group, “if you would join me on a short trek, you will get all the answers you seek and maybe something for your troubles.” He turns toward the door to see the grey gentleman then back to the group keeping himself poised and proper.
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Breez, chuckling lightly at the jokes being tossed out his way, eases his nerves and he begins to approach the home, looking at the broken windows scattered about the front of the house. He makes his way inside and closes the door behind him. He will wait until a break or end in conversation before introducing himself.
He speaks out, a slight echo following the occasional word. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm looking for the owner of the establishment... My name is Breez and I'm here to inquire about a possible job."
To anyone looking at him:
Anyone looking at him will see that, just like when he was outside, his hair and robe are still slightly flowing in the breeze. Anyone in immediate proximity of him can also feel this slight breeze. Closer inspection of him will show you that upon his arms, and the small parts of exposed skin around his chest, there are small swirls, circles and lines, glowing only slightly brighter than the color of his skin, forming intricate designs on his skin.
I don't have a signature.
Elon gives a polite nod to the gentleman calling himself Breez then continues “Hmm, better call the glass blowers guild to take care of these windows, there is a draft in here” he says jokingly. “If one or preferably all of you would follow me, we can get the meeting done and do your shopping after. What do you say?”
Elon Andrael- High Elf sorcerer- Waterdeep Dragon Heist
Tomac- goliath barbarian- Yet Another Storm Kings Thunder
Breez, unsure of quite what to do, as he's never been in this situation agrees.
"S...Sure?"
Breez get's in line and proceeds to follow Elon.
I don't have a signature.
"Ah yes Yagra the half-orc, the Zhentarim member that we have helped before in the past" Phaedra says in a flat tone, looking from Vassa to Kestrell.
The cleric looks past Elon to Breez, "Welcome to Trollskull Manor Breez, the soon to be shining tavern of the area. I am Phaedra Starcaller, humble servant of Mystra, Mother of Magic. So you have come inquiring about the job. Which job? Is it the windows as Elon refers? Are you also a member of the Zhentarim or even the Xanathar's Guild? Or did I forget someone?"
She looks back towards the elf "Elon, so I suppose lets lead away. I am partial to good elven wine after all, no offense intended to your CrimsonBrow Dwarven Red Ale Bason. Would you like to come as well Vassa, ohh sorry I almost forgot. Aren't the Zhentarim trying to...do away with you or was that a misunderstanding? But if I am correct it would mean that Elon here has as they put it, a set on him to walk in here? Unless they are that desperate to do away with the Xanathar?" she says with a smile at the sorcerer.
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
"You want us to go where? And what are the Zhentarim? I'm not too comfortable walking off with a random stranger for a 'meeting'. Especially with this cask of dwarven ale that just arrived. Maybe you should have them come here?"
"Ah, Phaedra, I don't know do you think we should go with him? Do you know the Zhentarim?"
"Ohh Kestrell my friend, I assure you we do know the Zhentarim. Vassa would you like to add something?" Phaedra folds her arms and looks at the bard.
"It is a good point though Kestrell. We do have another two new friends standing before us and it would be rather rude to up and kick them out of the Manor. A little more information about this meeting would be a positive start Elon."
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder