"Griff, I might be down to learn more about Bahamut. If this guy has dragon blood, the 'Abandoned Dragons' might be a pretty fitting name, too. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, assuming we're like a full on adventuring party after one random fight. I mean, you guys might have prior commitments and stuff. Durnan's probably out of the game - retired, aren't you old man?"
"Anyway, yeah, Bahamut, whatever, I don't mean to be flippant, but I could use a goodly god that jives with my moral compass, if you dig my meaning. I usually say Tempos because I'm not really hiding being one of the Rheged people, and the crazy ice ***** Auril isn't someone I believe in, so I usually just make do with the kinda default battle god of 'us northern barbarians,' if you dig my meaning. I'm not married to the idea of worshiping Tempos. I just want to do what's right, and it would be nice to have a deity that won't, like, damn me or curse me for it, y'know?"
Briga's speech is accompanied by liberal air quotes, sweeping gestures and occasional leaps which threaten to upset the drinks and cutlery. Some people talk with their hands - Briga talks with her whole body.
"Arlon, nice to meet'cha! Is that dragon blood how you were able to do all that magic stuff? Like the little glowy darty things?" She throws a series of forks in poor mimicry of the magic missile spell. "Because that was wicked cool, man!"
"Nice to meet you Arlon." He turns to Briga, "As for adventuring, I am on a journey. I have no prior engagements. My mission is to find evil and stamp it out. So, if that is of interest to you both, I would love for us to do so together. Oh and you will just love Bahamut, I promise that one."
"My master says that a gold dragon's power courses in my veins and allows me to harness the power of the Weave." There is a hint of wonder in Arlons voice.
"I m all for adventuring. I really need the experience."
"This is sounding pretty great to me! I had a good feeling about today. This is why people come into taverns I guess - the best place to start a party." She laughs at her own joke a bit more than is strictly warranted.
"So that still leaves you, right?" Briga gestures to Tyrus.
"What are the odds? I mean, he could be a happily married Dwarf, father of six, a hard working salaryman for one of the trade guilds who visits his parents and his in laws weekly, who's never seen a dragon that isn't on a coin. He could be on his lunch break and has to get back to work doing accounting for the Cobblers Guild or something."
"Yes friend, tell us how you're strangely related to dragons and also were abandoned by your guardians as a child."
[OOC: Apologies for the non-participation, but I'm an Aussie and was blissfully asleep while you guys were all on here being chatty.]
Glad that the dragonborn holds no grudge against him, Tyrus accompanies him to the table with the others and sits and listens with rapt attention to all their talk of dragons, the wild northlands and such until the food arrives, at which point he becomes a lot more interested in what's on his plate.
However, when Briga mentions his name he becomes aware that everyone's eyes are on him.
And when Griffdar asks his question, he gives a little wry laugh.
"Born of dragons?" he says, "No, not me, I'm a dwarf, through and through... Actually, come to think of it, I think some of my family were eaten by a dragon once. Does that count?"
He gives the listeners just enough time to possibly start feeling guilty before adding, "That's a joke, everyone." Then, after deliberately looking away from the half orc, he adds, "They were actually eaten by orcs."
Still deliberately not looking at the half orc he then says, "Sorry, sometimes my wicked tongue, likes to play tricks. My name is Tyrus Mountson and I'm a travelling tinker by trade, just arrived in Waterdeep. Do any of you have any blades that needs sharpening, or magic items you need identifying? If so, then I could give you a good price."
The half-orc gives a serious look to Tyrus before a look of anger in her eyes saying "Say that again, I'll pull that tongue out of your jaw," before an awkward silence takes over the room at her comment. It didn't take her long to show her true colours as she burst out laughing "it's fine shrimp, I can take a joke," she said, smiling as she waves her cup of ale in the direction of the group.
Briga laughs at the jokes, again seemingly oblivious to the moment of awkwardness, or deliberately ignoring it.
"Tyrus, good to meet you too, buddy! I don't want to, like, twist your arm into giving up a safe life as a traveling tinker type, but if you ever had been kicking around the idea of joining a bunch of perfect strangers in an adventuring group, you totally walked into the opportunity, here. Besides, you can do more than tinker and sharpen and identify things."
"It was you who put a bunch of those mosquito things to sleep, right? I mean, I thought it was just my awesome Rheged blood, when I saw the one go down, too much for that thing to handle, but when I saw the others, well, that was you. Ooh, maybe that's a better surname for me, Griff - Briga Awesomeblood. No. I'll keep workshopping it."
The half-orc gives a serious look to Tyrus before a look of anger in her eyes saying "Say that again, I'll pull that tongue out of your jaw," before an awkward silence takes over the room at her comment. It didn't take her long to show her true colours as she burst out laughing "it's fine shrimp, I can take a joke," she said, smiling as she waves her cup of ale in the direction of the group.
"That part wasn't a joke," replies Tyrus tersely without a trace of humour to his voice.
But then he visibly relaxes and adds, "But I'm not looking at blaming ye for that... That's old stuff best forgotten."
And then he gives a little smile, and says, "And besides, I didn't much like that part of the family."
Briga does offer Tyrus her Glaive, still dripping with troll fluids, firing off a series of rapid fire questions without waiting for responses. "Can you make it sharper? Ooh, can you make it magical? Can you make it magical for, like, 10 dragons? Can you make it magical on a payment plan? I probably have, like, great credit, since I've never taken out a loan before."
Wanting to change the subject, Tyrus quickly answers Briga's questions.
"The life of a travelling tinker isn't quite the safe life you might imagine," he says. "There are lots of dangers on the roads for the unwary."
"And my magic?" he adds considering. "Well, when I was an apprentice, I worked for an elderly gnomish master who was a bard—among other things—and he taught me some of their arcane ways... I find they can be useful at times... on the roads."
He considers again before saying, "Hadn't much thought about adventuring. Never thought I was good enough. I'm not like the rest of you people. I'm just a hard-working artisan with a passion for storytelling and a knack for the arcane."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
---
Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist) Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon. The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Initially taken back a little by Briga's presentation of the large glaive with its dripping ichor, Tyrus recovers quickly and accepts the weapon from the barbarian. He then takes on a professional look and examines the weapon.
"Ye should take better care of your weapons, young miss," is the first thing he says, as he takes a well-used rag from his backpack and wipes the blade clean. "Them trolls have strange magic in their blood. There's no telling what it might have done to the metal."
Then he adds, "I can't magick it, but it could definitely do with a sharpening and some oil to protect it. Which I would be happy to do for say... three shards?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
---
Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist) Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon. The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
“Let’s see. You help when you can. When there is spoils you’ll get a share. And of course you’ll have exclusive rights to our story... hows that for a payday?”
He leans across the table making thorough eye contact.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
As the tavern starts to fill up once again, a man with a mustache, large floppy hat, and scarf approaches your table. He arrives, and with a look of concern in his eyes. "Based on the fact that you didn't run from that hideous beast, I'm guessing you be adventurers, am I right?" he asks casually "I could use your help," he says, rather sheepishly.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
"Griff, I might be down to learn more about Bahamut. If this guy has dragon blood, the 'Abandoned Dragons' might be a pretty fitting name, too. I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, assuming we're like a full on adventuring party after one random fight. I mean, you guys might have prior commitments and stuff. Durnan's probably out of the game - retired, aren't you old man?"
"Anyway, yeah, Bahamut, whatever, I don't mean to be flippant, but I could use a goodly god that jives with my moral compass, if you dig my meaning. I usually say Tempos because I'm not really hiding being one of the Rheged people, and the crazy ice ***** Auril isn't someone I believe in, so I usually just make do with the kinda default battle god of 'us northern barbarians,' if you dig my meaning. I'm not married to the idea of worshiping Tempos. I just want to do what's right, and it would be nice to have a deity that won't, like, damn me or curse me for it, y'know?"
Briga's speech is accompanied by liberal air quotes, sweeping gestures and occasional leaps which threaten to upset the drinks and cutlery. Some people talk with their hands - Briga talks with her whole body.
Arlon looks at Briga.
"Sorry I should have started with that." he shrugs apologicaly "Arlon Goldleaf"
"Arlon, nice to meet'cha! Is that dragon blood how you were able to do all that magic stuff? Like the little glowy darty things?" She throws a series of forks in poor mimicry of the magic missile spell. "Because that was wicked cool, man!"
"Nice to meet you Arlon." He turns to Briga, "As for adventuring, I am on a journey. I have no prior engagements. My mission is to find evil and stamp it out. So, if that is of interest to you both, I would love for us to do so together. Oh and you will just love Bahamut, I promise that one."
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"My master says that a gold dragon's power courses in my veins and allows me to harness the power of the Weave." There is a hint of wonder in Arlons voice.
"I m all for adventuring. I really need the experience."
"This is sounding pretty great to me! I had a good feeling about today. This is why people come into taverns I guess - the best place to start a party." She laughs at her own joke a bit more than is strictly warranted.
"So that still leaves you, right?" Briga gestures to Tyrus.
"Yes friend, tell us how you're strangely related to dragons and also were abandoned by your guardians as a child."
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"What are the odds? I mean, he could be a happily married Dwarf, father of six, a hard working salaryman for one of the trade guilds who visits his parents and his in laws weekly, who's never seen a dragon that isn't on a coin. He could be on his lunch break and has to get back to work doing accounting for the Cobblers Guild or something."
[OOC: Apologies for the non-participation, but I'm an Aussie and was blissfully asleep while you guys were all on here being chatty.]
Glad that the dragonborn holds no grudge against him, Tyrus accompanies him to the table with the others and sits and listens with rapt attention to all their talk of dragons, the wild northlands and such until the food arrives, at which point he becomes a lot more interested in what's on his plate.
However, when Briga mentions his name he becomes aware that everyone's eyes are on him.
And when Griffdar asks his question, he gives a little wry laugh.
"Born of dragons?" he says, "No, not me, I'm a dwarf, through and through... Actually, come to think of it, I think some of my family were eaten by a dragon once. Does that count?"
He gives the listeners just enough time to possibly start feeling guilty before adding, "That's a joke, everyone." Then, after deliberately looking away from the half orc, he adds, "They were actually eaten by orcs."
Still deliberately not looking at the half orc he then says, "Sorry, sometimes my wicked tongue, likes to play tricks. My name is Tyrus Mountson and I'm a travelling tinker by trade, just arrived in Waterdeep. Do any of you have any blades that needs sharpening, or magic items you need identifying? If so, then I could give you a good price."
---
Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
The half-orc gives a serious look to Tyrus before a look of anger in her eyes saying "Say that again, I'll pull that tongue out of your jaw," before an awkward silence takes over the room at her comment. It didn't take her long to show her true colours as she burst out laughing "it's fine shrimp, I can take a joke," she said, smiling as she waves her cup of ale in the direction of the group.
Briga laughs at the jokes, again seemingly oblivious to the moment of awkwardness, or deliberately ignoring it.
"Tyrus, good to meet you too, buddy! I don't want to, like, twist your arm into giving up a safe life as a traveling tinker type, but if you ever had been kicking around the idea of joining a bunch of perfect strangers in an adventuring group, you totally walked into the opportunity, here. Besides, you can do more than tinker and sharpen and identify things."
"It was you who put a bunch of those mosquito things to sleep, right? I mean, I thought it was just my awesome Rheged blood, when I saw the one go down, too much for that thing to handle, but when I saw the others, well, that was you. Ooh, maybe that's a better surname for me, Griff - Briga Awesomeblood. No. I'll keep workshopping it."
"That part wasn't a joke," replies Tyrus tersely without a trace of humour to his voice.
But then he visibly relaxes and adds, "But I'm not looking at blaming ye for that... That's old stuff best forgotten."
And then he gives a little smile, and says, "And besides, I didn't much like that part of the family."
---
Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
"No thank you, I'm quite alright, thank you for the offer though."
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Briga does offer Tyrus her Glaive, still dripping with troll fluids, firing off a series of rapid fire questions without waiting for responses. "Can you make it sharper? Ooh, can you make it magical? Can you make it magical for, like, 10 dragons? Can you make it magical on a payment plan? I probably have, like, great credit, since I've never taken out a loan before."
Wanting to change the subject, Tyrus quickly answers Briga's questions.
"The life of a travelling tinker isn't quite the safe life you might imagine," he says. "There are lots of dangers on the roads for the unwary."
"And my magic?" he adds considering. "Well, when I was an apprentice, I worked for an elderly gnomish master who was a bard—among other things—and he taught me some of their arcane ways... I find they can be useful at times... on the roads."
He considers again before saying, "Hadn't much thought about adventuring. Never thought I was good enough. I'm not like the rest of you people. I'm just a hard-working artisan with a passion for storytelling and a knack for the arcane."
---
Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Initially taken back a little by Briga's presentation of the large glaive with its dripping ichor, Tyrus recovers quickly and accepts the weapon from the barbarian. He then takes on a professional look and examines the weapon.
"Ye should take better care of your weapons, young miss," is the first thing he says, as he takes a well-used rag from his backpack and wipes the blade clean. "Them trolls have strange magic in their blood. There's no telling what it might have done to the metal."
Then he adds, "I can't magick it, but it could definitely do with a sharpening and some oil to protect it. Which I would be happy to do for say... three shards?"
---
Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
“What better story to tell than what is to become of The Abandoned Dragons?”
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"So, you be looking for a chronicler? Someone to tell your tales of glory?" asks Tyrus, with a somewhat surprised look on his face.
He thinks for a moment and then asks shrewdly, "Would this be a paid position?"
---
Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
“Let’s see. You help when you can. When there is spoils you’ll get a share. And of course you’ll have exclusive rights to our story... hows that for a payday?”
He leans across the table making thorough eye contact.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
As the tavern starts to fill up once again, a man with a mustache, large floppy hat, and scarf approaches your table. He arrives, and with a look of concern in his eyes. "Based on the fact that you didn't run from that hideous beast, I'm guessing you be adventurers, am I right?" he asks casually "I could use your help," he says, rather sheepishly.