The bitter black eyes of the Beast glare down at the gathering group. His fingers clench and flex - this wouldn't be the first crowd to assail him in such a settlement. He growls something vile in Orcish...
"May the fleas of a hundred cave bears nest in your crotch."
...at Bjorn before hooking his thumbs in his belt and turning his gaze to Godric.
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"You'll have to do with half now and half later. The Soundless Bog is a two days journey south of here." Uther pulls out a small coin purse and places it in the Beast's hand.
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Xeratriczs hisses in a soft, grating tone within her robes... (Draconic)
Such a crude tongue...the babble of a childish people.
Returning to a more amiable tone, she speaks between those gathered, "I would like to join you, if you would have me. I may prove some use."
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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
"The more the merrier!" Ytriel says to the dragonborn. "So, are we off now or...? I mean I wouldn't be opposed to a glass of wine and a meal. But if time is of the essence..."
The great grey panther tattoo ripples up the muscled arm of the half-orc as he takes the gold from Bjorn. "Half now beats none later." After thinking for a moment, he continues, "The bog is rather... large. Did Jarl's scouts say any details about what part of the bog was infested with the goblins? Southbog? The Reek? Stillwaters?"
The Beast looks at the others gravely. "I will speak to Tanner Robert about hides, and meet you outside the south gate at dawn," he says. He pauses for a moment, fingers touching the three black feathers woven into his thick-braided black hair, then strides with purpose towards the tanner's place near the water at the edge of town.
OOC: not trying to build your setting... just throwing some names out there for areas of the bog and, because tanning is the most awful-smelling business in the fantasy world, assuming the tanner would be as far away from the rest of the town as would be safe.
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Bjorn flips through a couple pages again. "It seems the goblins are in the northern portion, the Stillwaters, closest to the town. Explains the Jarl's concern."
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"I think I will visit the tanner as well," Xeratriczs voice belies a piqued interest and sense of whimsy, but her features remain solid, "Such works are essential to the research I've been pursuing."
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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
Taking his time, Brunik grumbles about having to sell the last few jars of Goblinjam, though he did hold some to take with him to the Dryads Dew, incase their bread needed it. He brushes his beard out after the market closes for the day and they all gathered in the Dew, sitting with his future companions.
"So we be off to kill some goblins and an gator? Be making good jam from them."
Onyn Mianka makes his way with the dragonborn to the tanner's complex on the edge of town, where Bobby Jr. the tanner's boy sends them back towards the market. "Da's at the market, big fella! Tryin' ta sell some leathers he made out of the last batch of hides ye brought." The half-orc nods and ambles back towards the market proper.
He moves through the market, eyes fixed on the tops of the stalls as he walks through, avoiding eye contact with the townsfolk. The tanner is more easily found by scent than by sight, anyway.
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You all walk a little more than a block away from the market. Most of the buildings you pass along the main avenue in Brightmoor are the same, wood and stone and dull. Occasionally a store front is passed that is a little more vibrant and noticeable. As you make your way down the street you arrive at red brick building that is crisscrossed with bright green ivy that is crawling its way up the sides of the building. Light can be seen slipping through the partially covered windows. When you enter the The Dryad's Dew the roar of laughter and music echoes through the tavern. The tavern is filled with all sorts of people from the town, and travelers. Brightmoor is a rather centralized location in Corthofjel, and is the second largest trade city, largest being the capital Klippstad.There are a few empty tables and bar stools available, scattered about. A tall Elven barmaid is running around carrying drinks and food to various customers, and a Goliath bartender calls out to you by "Ay close the door will ya! Ya lettin' the cold in!" The Goliath looks away and begins to mutter some words under his breath.
Tanners tent
As Onyn and Xeratriczs make they're way back to the market after the little adventure to the outskirts of Brightmoor, Robert spots the tall Half Orc over the crowd of people. "Onyn! My friend, how are you on this beautiful day? And who is this friend you brought with you!" Robert is a muscular and tall for a human, but not nearly as tall as Onyn, dark brown hair, with some stubble on his chin.
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Godric ends up following the Beast for some time in search of the healers tent, which is located just around the bend before Roberts tent. "Good sir, what can we do for you today?"
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Ytriel saunters into the tavern and over to an empty table. He turns back to his new companions about to say something then stops, realizing only one of them had come along. "Where did... oh nevermind. They'll catch up." He waits for the barmaid to catch his eye and waves her over. "Dear, could I trouble you for a glass of red wine? Whatever you have will do. And whatever my friend here would like." he says, gesturing to Brunik. At the dwarf's comment about 'goblins and a gator' Ytriel smiles. "Yes precisely, I look forward to tasting it. So tell me Brunik, where are you from?" as he says this he casually pulls out his notebook and a quill.
Xeratriczs poked her snout from under her hood and ran a clawed hand over a racked skin. While the tanner's question was heard, her focus was on examining the proto-leather's grain. Drawing an odd little glass-and-metal bauble, she placed it over an eye and leaned in close. The trinket shined a fine light on the skin as she examined the work.
"I am called Xeratriczs, and I find a particular interest in your craft and artisans that benefit from it."
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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
As Onyn and Xeratriczs make they're way back to the market after the little adventure to the outskirts of Brightmoor, Robert spots the tall Half Orc over the crowd of people. "Onyn! My friend, how are you on this beautiful day? And who is this friend you brought with you!" Robert is a muscular and tall for a human, but not nearly as tall as Onyn, dark brown hair, with some stubble on his chin.
For Godric
Godric ends up following the Beast for some time in search of the healers tent, which is located just around the bend before Roberts tent. "Good sir, what can we do for you today?"
"The Master of Life is good... another season passes,"Onyn rumbles, reaching out to grasp the tanner's forearm. His impassive face does not change, but his dark eyes twinkle with pleasure at the greeting. "How is it with you? Your boy grows tall."
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"May the Light always shine upon you "replies Godric " You see good man, I am about to start a journey into the swamp, and we forsee some trouble and fights. I was wondering if you have supplies for a healer like me. Perhaps do you know of any local plant or animal that could be poisonous and have a remedy for it? "
Glancing at Ytriel as they take a seat and after ordering a nice good warm ale, he sits and thinks over it. "Well, I be from the Goblinjammer Clan. We don't exactly have a home persay, as ye will find one of us in most major settlements where ye can find goblins ta jam. We've always done it, though a few of the clan do bunch up in some of the mountain homes." He doesnt sip his ale but takes good hearty gulps from it, before shuffling into his pockets and pulling out a pipe. He stuffs it with some decent tobacco, before lighting it. After getting it going he ask "Ye not from around here either I gather? Tell me about yeself. Ready fer the adventure of goblin and gator jamming?"
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The bitter black eyes of the Beast glare down at the gathering group. His fingers clench and flex - this wouldn't be the first crowd to assail him in such a settlement. He growls something vile in Orcish...
"May the fleas of a hundred cave bears nest in your crotch."
...at Bjorn before hooking his thumbs in his belt and turning his gaze to Godric.
"Gold up front."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
The cleric turns to Bjorn. He is the one with the gold.
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"You'll have to do with half now and half later. The Soundless Bog is a two days journey south of here." Uther pulls out a small coin purse and places it in the Beast's hand.
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Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Xeratriczs hisses in a soft, grating tone within her robes... (Draconic)
Such a crude tongue...the babble of a childish people.
Returning to a more amiable tone, she speaks between those gathered, "I would like to join you, if you would have me. I may prove some use."
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
"It seems that this particular visit to the bog has attracted quite a few of us... " says Godric looking to the rest of the individuals at the tent.
he turns to the half-orc
"I guess that you know its location and can guide us to it?"
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"The more the merrier!" Ytriel says to the dragonborn. "So, are we off now or...? I mean I wouldn't be opposed to a glass of wine and a meal. But if time is of the essence..."
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The great grey panther tattoo ripples up the muscled arm of the half-orc as he takes the gold from Bjorn. "Half now beats none later." After thinking for a moment, he continues, "The bog is rather... large. Did Jarl's scouts say any details about what part of the bog was infested with the goblins? Southbog? The Reek? Stillwaters?"
The Beast looks at the others gravely. "I will speak to Tanner Robert about hides, and meet you outside the south gate at dawn," he says. He pauses for a moment, fingers touching the three black feathers woven into his thick-braided black hair, then strides with purpose towards the tanner's place near the water at the edge of town.
OOC: not trying to build your setting... just throwing some names out there for areas of the bog and, because tanning is the most awful-smelling business in the fantasy world, assuming the tanner would be as far away from the rest of the town as would be safe.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Bjorn flips through a couple pages again. "It seems the goblins are in the northern portion, the Stillwaters, closest to the town. Explains the Jarl's concern."
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Godric nods to the Beast.
“It seems that you will have time to have that wine “ he says to Ytriel with a smile
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“To the Dryad’s Dew then.” he says pleasantly before heading over and into the inn.
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"I think I will visit the tanner as well," Xeratriczs voice belies a piqued interest and sense of whimsy, but her features remain solid, "Such works are essential to the research I've been pursuing."
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
Taking his time, Brunik grumbles about having to sell the last few jars of Goblinjam, though he did hold some to take with him to the Dryads Dew, incase their bread needed it. He brushes his beard out after the market closes for the day and they all gathered in the Dew, sitting with his future companions.
"So we be off to kill some goblins and an gator? Be making good jam from them."
Onyn Mianka makes his way with the dragonborn to the tanner's complex on the edge of town, where Bobby Jr. the tanner's boy sends them back towards the market. "Da's at the market, big fella! Tryin' ta sell some leathers he made out of the last batch of hides ye brought." The half-orc nods and ambles back towards the market proper.
He moves through the market, eyes fixed on the tops of the stalls as he walks through, avoiding eye contact with the townsfolk. The tanner is more easily found by scent than by sight, anyway.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
While the others goes for the tanner or the Dryad Godric will check in the market if can buy some more healing kits.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Dryad's Dew
You all walk a little more than a block away from the market. Most of the buildings you pass along the main avenue in Brightmoor are the same, wood and stone and dull. Occasionally a store front is passed that is a little more vibrant and noticeable. As you make your way down the street you arrive at red brick building that is crisscrossed with bright green ivy that is crawling its way up the sides of the building. Light can be seen slipping through the partially covered windows. When you enter the The Dryad's Dew the roar of laughter and music echoes through the tavern. The tavern is filled with all sorts of people from the town, and travelers. Brightmoor is a rather centralized location in Corthofjel, and is the second largest trade city, largest being the capital Klippstad.There are a few empty tables and bar stools available, scattered about. A tall Elven barmaid is running around carrying drinks and food to various customers, and a Goliath bartender calls out to you by "Ay close the door will ya! Ya lettin' the cold in!" The Goliath looks away and begins to mutter some words under his breath.
Tanners tent
As Onyn and Xeratriczs make they're way back to the market after the little adventure to the outskirts of Brightmoor, Robert spots the tall Half Orc over the crowd of people. "Onyn! My friend, how are you on this beautiful day? And who is this friend you brought with you!" Robert is a muscular and tall for a human, but not nearly as tall as Onyn, dark brown hair, with some stubble on his chin.
For Godric
Godric ends up following the Beast for some time in search of the healers tent, which is located just around the bend before Roberts tent. "Good sir, what can we do for you today?"
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
Ytriel saunters into the tavern and over to an empty table. He turns back to his new companions about to say something then stops, realizing only one of them had come along. "Where did... oh nevermind. They'll catch up." He waits for the barmaid to catch his eye and waves her over. "Dear, could I trouble you for a glass of red wine? Whatever you have will do. And whatever my friend here would like." he says, gesturing to Brunik. At the dwarf's comment about 'goblins and a gator' Ytriel smiles. "Yes precisely, I look forward to tasting it. So tell me Brunik, where are you from?" as he says this he casually pulls out his notebook and a quill.
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Xeratriczs poked her snout from under her hood and ran a clawed hand over a racked skin. While the tanner's question was heard, her focus was on examining the proto-leather's grain. Drawing an odd little glass-and-metal bauble, she placed it over an eye and leaned in close. The trinket shined a fine light on the skin as she examined the work.
"I am called Xeratriczs, and I find a particular interest in your craft and artisans that benefit from it."
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
"The Master of Life is good... another season passes," Onyn rumbles, reaching out to grasp the tanner's forearm. His impassive face does not change, but his dark eyes twinkle with pleasure at the greeting. "How is it with you? Your boy grows tall."
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
"May the Light always shine upon you " replies Godric " You see good man, I am about to start a journey into the swamp, and we forsee some trouble and fights. I was wondering if you have supplies for a healer like me. Perhaps do you know of any local plant or animal that could be poisonous and have a remedy for it? "
PbP Character: A few ;)
Glancing at Ytriel as they take a seat and after ordering a nice good warm ale, he sits and thinks over it. "Well, I be from the Goblinjammer Clan. We don't exactly have a home persay, as ye will find one of us in most major settlements where ye can find goblins ta jam. We've always done it, though a few of the clan do bunch up in some of the mountain homes." He doesnt sip his ale but takes good hearty gulps from it, before shuffling into his pockets and pulling out a pipe. He stuffs it with some decent tobacco, before lighting it. After getting it going he ask "Ye not from around here either I gather? Tell me about yeself. Ready fer the adventure of goblin and gator jamming?"