Welcome adventurers to my little corner of the Realms. In this adventure we shall be taking on the Forge of Fury.
ABOUT THE ORIGINAL
The Forge of Fury, by Richard Baker, was originally published in 2000 as an adventure for the third edition of the D&D game.
The adventure was published shortly after The Sunless Citadel and was designed as a follow-up to it. Characters who succeeded in that mission and advanced to 3rd level were now ready to take on the challenges of a ruined dwarven fortress.
And for those reading along, these characters being played are randomly generated Level 3 characters using D&D Beyond’s very own character randomizer. I cannot really take credit for the concept of using randomly generated characters - that goes to Greg Tito from the Dragon Talk podcast who now has a segment called Random Character Generator where he and Kate Welch randomly create a character and then create their backstory etc. I do think this sort of forces players a bit outside of their comfort zone and play what RNG spits out. Like a Goblin, Path of the Storm Herald Barbarian with a 7 STR score named Kane.
My rules were simple – generate a random level 3 character, no multiclass and no feats. To counterbalance this, each character was awarded one uncommon magic item to help them along.
This is an experiment, and my first time behind the screen since First Edition, everyone should have fun, and it should be interesting to hear the backstories on these characters.
Durgeddin was a master smith who forged blades of surpassing quality and power. Centuries ago, his home was sacked by orcs. Durgeddin led the remnants of his clan to the mountains north of the town of Blasingdell and established a small, secret stronghold somewhere in the trackless wilderness.
From his hidden redoubt, he waged a decades-long vendetta against all orc-kind, until his enemies discovered his fortress and attacked it after a long siege. Durgeddin and his followers perished, and much wealth was carried away by the conquering hordes. But it’s said that the deepest and best-hidden vaults and armories escaped the looting, and that some of Durgeddin’s extraordinary blades still wait in the darkness for a hand bold enough to claim one.
You’ve come to Blasingdell, a small mining town on the northern frontier, to see if there’s anything to these stories. Your map shows that the old dwarf-hold lies about three days’ march to the north of the town. Dark, deeply forested hills rise beyond the town’s outskirts.
Each of you have ventured here for your own reasons, I will leave it up to you to decide if you have arrived with anyone else or are just meeting for the first time.
You find yourselves in the Griffon’s Nest Inn and Tavern, it is well kept and partially filled with locals. A female Half-Elf stands behind the bar tending to thirsty patrons.
Please describe your characters, perhaps a bit of backstory and how they come to find themselves in this small town in the Spine of the World.
Walking into the inn the bald halfling looks around and scans the space he has walked into. 'Good, no BPF faces. That's good. Maybe I truly have outrun it.' He canters over to the bar and hops up onto the barstool, in a straight voice with no mirth he asks, "What's your strongest wine? I could use a glass if you will."
He turns on his stool and looks out at the crowd of the tavern. He brushes some of the dust of the road off his red and orange robes and sits up a little straighter. He thinks back on the life he's lived, the places he's been, the people he let down. He always lets everyone down. It's the reason he felt like he had to leave Hilltopple Valley. His parents loved him, but they just didn't understand his desire. To touch magic, to watch it form and to use it... was better than berrywine under the floondoogle tree.
"Quite the crowd you have in here. Nice crowd." His attempt at small talk with the half-elf barkeep ends there. It will lead nowhere, possibly to him messing up and burning down the place. He should go back to his tower, Bah left it to him when he passed on. And it was safe there, no one to ridicule him for his mistakes.
But Flint had something to prove to himself, that he was brave and smart and worthy. All the things he knew he wasn't. He was a coward, and in the right eyes; a murderer. One who wields the power he didn't understand. One who ran from it when it looked like he had lost the war with one. damned. spell!
Well, this place was far enough away from Bridgeport as he could think of, the Spine of the World right out that door. There is no way his past would catch up with him here. And maybe he could find some work, keep his nose down, make his way back to Nashbea Tower. It had everything he would need to comfortably make his way through this life. But there was real knowledge to be had out there, and maybe a damsel in distress.
He thought of Marcadia Giantheart, the hero from the tales of Flint's youth. He wouldn't have run from Bridgeport, he would have stayed and faced the consequences. But, mistakes don't lead to damsels and heroic deeds. Or heroic treasures!
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
The door opens, and a small crowd comes in. They look like manservants, porters, and if you've been on the road this day, you'll recall a small train... but where is... and then she walks in. Resplendent, beautiful, tall and blonde, the young half-elf woman steps in to the main room. She gazes on the people inside, gives a small, satisfied smile, her blonde locks falling gracefully in front of her face, then she steps in, trips on one of the many bags, and falls flat onto the floor with a "Whooop!"
One of the men with her helps her up with some concern, and she stands awkwardly, gangly, adjusting herself. "Oh, thank you yeoman, yes, I'm okay, yup. All good!"
She makes her way to the only employee she sees, the barkeep. She smiles deeply, and sincerely at the Halfling at the bar, then turns to the barkeep. "I'd like four rooms, please. For a week. I'll be coming and going out of here, and my men will be staying for that long. And if you don't mind, three berths for our mounts. Yes, oh? Yes, my name is Iroona Farstalk Featherquill Tzinder."
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
A young man walks into the bar. He's blond and wearing chainmail with a rapier at his side. "Good day, can I have some ale?" He's a dashing young cavalier from a noble family. However, it's clear from looking at him that he is not the most muscular fellow and that perhaps the gods intended for him to be a fencer rather than a knight in shining armor. But the young man had access to plenty of stories about old heroes and unfortunately the gods did not choose to bless him with intelligence. So when he heard about ancient swords hidden away in a Dwarven keep, he couldn't help but jump towards the call and go on what he hoped would be a grand adventure. He turns towards the half-elf woman and gives her a little kiss on the hand. "Hello my lady, my name is Sir Aldon." He also introduces himself to the Halfling, but without the kiss.
On closer inspection, the young half-elf is dressed bookishly, but if anything it makes her more fetching. Her skin, and you can see plenty of it, though that seems more absentminded than intentional, her skin is covered all over with an intricate tattoo, in what appear to be words, or symbols but which mean nothing to any who see it.*
"Oh, this should cover it?" and she spills a small pile of gold out on the counter.
* unless you speak Primordial... edit: and if you *do* speak Primordial, it's still mostly non-sensical runes and writing, gibberish or rhyme, weird collections of things with other things... decidedly odd and comes to nothing.
"Flint Topple," the halfling introduces himself to the young man. "Pleasure, Ser Aldon, and thank you for not kissing my hand. I take it none of you are from around here either. I am from a faraway place called Nashbea Tower. A magical place, if you can stomach that sort of thing."
"Forgive me, milady, what is your name again?" Flint asks with the sound of recognition in his voice. He also does not kiss her hand.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
She looks at both men, smiling graciously. She flips her hair delightfully to one side in order to see them both better, and extends a hand that Aldon kisses. She blushes, "Sir Aldon, Master Topple. Iroona Farstalk Featherqu... just call me Iroona, I am so pleased to meet you! Not often one sees such a mismatched couple so handsomely assigned together. It warms my heart," and she smiles prettily at the pair of you.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
The half-elf looks the halfling over and pours a goblet of wine for him. "Tis what I have open I'm afraid it'll have to do. As for the crowd, plenty more strangers in town these days like yourself."
She turns and watches Iroona stumble through the door and make her way to the bar. Upon her request for room and board, she looks at the small pile of gold and says "Of course, the stables are just around the corner, my nephew Kevlando will tend to them. The rooms are up the stairs and to the left, doors are numbered." and she passes over 4 keys and scoops up the pile of gold.
Sarel looks quizzically at Sir Aldon as he kisses her hand, and then pours him and ale. "What brings you to our fair village? Names Sarel by the way in case the rest of you need anything else. There is some stew on in the kitchen if your hungry."
A young woman well dresses young woman eating an apple, dragging a large maul behind her enters the tavern and strides with purpose straight up to the Half-Elf standing behind the bar. The newcomer, a petite (barely five foot tall) and slender human, with cold pale-blue eyes and a thick mane of raven-black hair... the exposed portions of her light olive skin are covered with barbarian-tribal tattoos, her face (lips and nose) with similar tribal-inspired piercings and jewelry.
Her markings scream barbarian but her attire does not consist of animal skins and leathers one would commonly associate with your typical barbarian female. Rather her garb is expensive, stylish and elegant consisting of a colorful silken blue bodice with white lace trim, short red puffed sleeves, and a plain white frock. Attire one would expect a refined delicate young noblewoman from a larger town or city to wear.
The strange young woman proceeds to show the Half-Elf behind the bar a small silver locket of some sort and then suddenly slams her fist hard on the bar before she starts to make her way towards a nearby bookish looking half-elf female pushing an open silver portrait locket in front of her as she speaks in a rather demanding tone of voice, "have you by chance seen or encountered this dolt of an effeminate copper-haired dandy?" Then walks it around also showing it to the bald Halfling and a human Cavalier, etc...
"I can't say that I have miss. Why are you searching for him? Has he wronged you in some way?" Sir Aldon will also refrain from giving this newcomer a kiss on the hand unless permitted, since she looks like she can rip both his arms off.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
"Well, you see I've come to town to—" and she interrupts herself as Rowena stalks in to the common room. Her eyes follow the young woman as she approaches the bar. When she passes the locket in front of her, Iroona confidently but gently puts her hand on the young woman's arm to stop her from moving, peering at the locket, while with her other hand she retrieves a pair of glass lenses connected by metal wire and places them in front of her eyes, blinking at the image. "Hmm," she says. "I am not sure that I can say I have. That streak is very distinctive, I think I'd remember that," and she lets go and smiles charmingly, stowing the glasses. "I've just met this handsome couple," she indicates Aldon and Flint, "Perhaps they have seen this man?"
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
"Wait a moment. Iroona, do you think that this man and I are a couple? We've only just met! And even if we hadn't, I'm not of that particular inclination."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
"Oh? Oh. Oh! I just assumed, you seem so well suited... I um, well. Yeoman!" and she hurries off, tangling herself on a chair, then coming back, "Keys," she says, grabbing the keys. Then she's off to talk to her bag men.
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The young well-dressed maiden looks a the Cavalier, her eyes narrow suspiciously ignoring his question her eyes instead on her outstretched unkissed hand, "where are you from Ser... and where are your manners to remain seated like a discourteous baboon when a lady approaches not bothering to kiss her hand in respectful greetings! I have seen gentlemen horse-whipped for less! What be your name and house? Did you ride into this gawd-forsaken mudhole in the company of my betrothed Ser Humphrey Hawthorne? Are the one who sent word to my father that his party was waylaid?"
Hearing the fey-tart speak Rowena turns back to the bookish half-elf, "so you've seen this lout together in the company of my Humphrey have you tart?"The maiden's grip on her maul begins to tighten as she takes in a deep breath!
Sir Aldon gets out of his seat so quickly that he almost trips over it and gives Rowena's hand a kiss when he sees that her other hand is gripping a maul. "I-I-I'm terribly sorry miss. I just happened to have forgotten my manners for a moment. I would never intend to disrespect a lady, especially one as beautiful as yourself. My name is Sir Aldon of House Garrix. I can't say that I'm familiar with any Humphrey Hawthorne or that I sent word to your father. I don't even know who your father is miss! But I will pledge to give you my utmost efforts in assisting to find your betrothed."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Arrested in mid flight, Iroona looks surprised.“Oh, no, not at all. I’ve not seen your man anywhere. Did I not say that clearly? If he’s in these parts, I expect the locals have seen him, no? If he is here for the Forge, anyway. I’ve to see to my men.” And she’s off again.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Rowena feels his lips upon her hand as looks at him, "I am Lady Rowena Rhaine ofHouse Rhaine, my father Baron Cedric Rhaine our lands located three days hard ride to the south. House Garrix you say? And you know nothing of my betrothed, apparently that fey tart seeking to slink her way out of my presence like poxed ridden fille de joie after a hard night's work seems to suggest otherwise, what pray tell would cause her to make such an insinuation I wonder?"
Rowena pulls a wand out of a hidden fold in her frock and holds it up in the direction of the half-elf tart and motions her to return back to the others, "my fairy godmother gave me this wand and don't think for a moment I would not use it to turn you into a toad and step on you if you don't stop where you are and explain your words... carefully this time, if you please, starting with your name and purpose here!"
She stops again. Turns around carefully, and walks up to Rowena in a calm and controlled manner, still ravishingly charming. "Lady Rowena, I have not seen your betrothed, these gentlemen have not seen your betrothed, I merely mistook them for... well betrothed of each other. For which I am unfailingly apologetic, Sir Aldon, Master Topple."
"If you would be so kind as to point that elsewhere, Lady Rowena, perhaps we could all sit down to a meal to discuss your misplaced gentleman, once you have allowed me to see to my men?" She cocks her head a little like a librarian.
"I would be your friend, and would help you find your man, but I would find it more pleasant if you would be less... difficult? My name is Iroona... Tzinder. There are some other names in the middle there, it's not important. Now, shall we find a table? Gentlemen? I'll be right along, let me just speak with my men," and she tries once again to go deal with her business.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Welcome adventurers to my little corner of the Realms. In this adventure we shall be taking on the Forge of Fury.
ABOUT THE ORIGINAL
The Forge of Fury, by Richard Baker, was originally published in 2000 as an adventure for the third edition of the D&D game.
The adventure was published shortly after The Sunless Citadel and was designed as a follow-up to it. Characters who succeeded in that mission and advanced to 3rd level were now ready to take on the challenges of a ruined dwarven fortress.
And for those reading along, these characters being played are randomly generated Level 3 characters using D&D Beyond’s very own character randomizer. I cannot really take credit for the concept of using randomly generated characters - that goes to Greg Tito from the Dragon Talk podcast who now has a segment called Random Character Generator where he and Kate Welch randomly create a character and then create their backstory etc. I do think this sort of forces players a bit outside of their comfort zone and play what RNG spits out. Like a Goblin, Path of the Storm Herald Barbarian with a 7 STR score named Kane.
My rules were simple – generate a random level 3 character, no multiclass and no feats. To counterbalance this, each character was awarded one uncommon magic item to help them along.
This is an experiment, and my first time behind the screen since First Edition, everyone should have fun, and it should be interesting to hear the backstories on these characters.
Persons of interest
Flintsire Hilltopple – Halfling Wizard
Iroona – Half-Elf Warlock
Rowena Rhaine – Human Barbarian
Sir Aldon – Human Fighter
Slate – Genasi Cleric
Vonman Goblinsbane – Dwarf Bard
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Each of you have ventured here for your own reasons, I will leave it up to you to decide if you have arrived with anyone else or are just meeting for the first time.
You find yourselves in the Griffon’s Nest Inn and Tavern, it is well kept and partially filled with locals. A female Half-Elf stands behind the bar tending to thirsty patrons.
Please describe your characters, perhaps a bit of backstory and how they come to find themselves in this small town in the Spine of the World.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Flintsire Hilltopple
Walking into the inn the bald halfling looks around and scans the space he has walked into. 'Good, no BPF faces. That's good. Maybe I truly have outrun it.' He canters over to the bar and hops up onto the barstool, in a straight voice with no mirth he asks, "What's your strongest wine? I could use a glass if you will."
He turns on his stool and looks out at the crowd of the tavern. He brushes some of the dust of the road off his red and orange robes and sits up a little straighter. He thinks back on the life he's lived, the places he's been, the people he let down. He always lets everyone down. It's the reason he felt like he had to leave Hilltopple Valley. His parents loved him, but they just didn't understand his desire. To touch magic, to watch it form and to use it... was better than berrywine under the floondoogle tree.
"Quite the crowd you have in here. Nice crowd." His attempt at small talk with the half-elf barkeep ends there. It will lead nowhere, possibly to him messing up and burning down the place. He should go back to his tower, Bah left it to him when he passed on. And it was safe there, no one to ridicule him for his mistakes.
But Flint had something to prove to himself, that he was brave and smart and worthy. All the things he knew he wasn't. He was a coward, and in the right eyes; a murderer. One who wields the power he didn't understand. One who ran from it when it looked like he had lost the war with one. damned. spell!
Well, this place was far enough away from Bridgeport as he could think of, the Spine of the World right out that door. There is no way his past would catch up with him here. And maybe he could find some work, keep his nose down, make his way back to Nashbea Tower. It had everything he would need to comfortably make his way through this life. But there was real knowledge to be had out there, and maybe a damsel in distress.
He thought of Marcadia Giantheart, the hero from the tales of Flint's youth. He wouldn't have run from Bridgeport, he would have stayed and faced the consequences. But, mistakes don't lead to damsels and heroic deeds. Or heroic treasures!
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Iroona
The door opens, and a small crowd comes in. They look like manservants, porters, and if you've been on the road this day, you'll recall a small train... but where is... and then she walks in. Resplendent, beautiful, tall and blonde, the young half-elf woman steps in to the main room. She gazes on the people inside, gives a small, satisfied smile, her blonde locks falling gracefully in front of her face, then she steps in, trips on one of the many bags, and falls flat onto the floor with a "Whooop!"
One of the men with her helps her up with some concern, and she stands awkwardly, gangly, adjusting herself. "Oh, thank you yeoman, yes, I'm okay, yup. All good!"
She makes her way to the only employee she sees, the barkeep. She smiles deeply, and sincerely at the Halfling at the bar, then turns to the barkeep. "I'd like four rooms, please. For a week. I'll be coming and going out of here, and my men will be staying for that long. And if you don't mind, three berths for our mounts. Yes, oh? Yes, my name is Iroona Farstalk Featherquill Tzinder."
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
A young man walks into the bar. He's blond and wearing chainmail with a rapier at his side. "Good day, can I have some ale?" He's a dashing young cavalier from a noble family. However, it's clear from looking at him that he is not the most muscular fellow and that perhaps the gods intended for him to be a fencer rather than a knight in shining armor. But the young man had access to plenty of stories about old heroes and unfortunately the gods did not choose to bless him with intelligence. So when he heard about ancient swords hidden away in a Dwarven keep, he couldn't help but jump towards the call and go on what he hoped would be a grand adventure. He turns towards the half-elf woman and gives her a little kiss on the hand. "Hello my lady, my name is Sir Aldon." He also introduces himself to the Halfling, but without the kiss.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Iroona
On closer inspection, the young half-elf is dressed bookishly, but if anything it makes her more fetching. Her skin, and you can see plenty of it, though that seems more absentminded than intentional, her skin is covered all over with an intricate tattoo, in what appear to be words, or symbols but which mean nothing to any who see it.*
"Oh, this should cover it?" and she spills a small pile of gold out on the counter.
* unless you speak Primordial... edit: and if you *do* speak Primordial, it's still mostly non-sensical runes and writing, gibberish or rhyme, weird collections of things with other things... decidedly odd and comes to nothing.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
"Flint Topple," the halfling introduces himself to the young man. "Pleasure, Ser Aldon, and thank you for not kissing my hand. I take it none of you are from around here either. I am from a faraway place called Nashbea Tower. A magical place, if you can stomach that sort of thing."
"Forgive me, milady, what is your name again?" Flint asks with the sound of recognition in his voice. He also does not kiss her hand.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
OOC > Snort! Count on the random generator! I see Rowena and Slate both speak Primordial! LOL!
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Iroona
She looks at both men, smiling graciously. She flips her hair delightfully to one side in order to see them both better, and extends a hand that Aldon kisses. She blushes, "Sir Aldon, Master Topple. Iroona Farstalk Featherqu... just call me Iroona, I am so pleased to meet you! Not often one sees such a mismatched couple so handsomely assigned together. It warms my heart," and she smiles prettily at the pair of you.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Sarel Bankdown
The half-elf looks the halfling over and pours a goblet of wine for him. "Tis what I have open I'm afraid it'll have to do. As for the crowd, plenty more strangers in town these days like yourself."
She turns and watches Iroona stumble through the door and make her way to the bar. Upon her request for room and board, she looks at the small pile of gold and says "Of course, the stables are just around the corner, my nephew Kevlando will tend to them. The rooms are up the stairs and to the left, doors are numbered." and she passes over 4 keys and scoops up the pile of gold.
Sarel looks quizzically at Sir Aldon as he kisses her hand, and then pours him and ale. "What brings you to our fair village? Names Sarel by the way in case the rest of you need anything else. There is some stew on in the kitchen if your hungry."
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
Rowena
A young woman well dresses young woman eating an apple, dragging a large maul behind her enters the tavern and strides with purpose straight up to the Half-Elf standing behind the bar. The newcomer, a petite (barely five foot tall) and slender human, with cold pale-blue eyes and a thick mane of raven-black hair... the exposed portions of her light olive skin are covered with barbarian-tribal tattoos, her face (lips and nose) with similar tribal-inspired piercings and jewelry.
Her markings scream barbarian but her attire does not consist of animal skins and leathers one would commonly associate with your typical barbarian female. Rather her garb is expensive, stylish and elegant consisting of a colorful silken blue bodice with white lace trim, short red puffed sleeves, and a plain white frock. Attire one would expect a refined delicate young noblewoman from a larger town or city to wear.
The strange young woman proceeds to show the Half-Elf behind the bar a small silver locket of some sort and then suddenly slams her fist hard on the bar before she starts to make her way towards a nearby bookish looking half-elf female pushing an open silver portrait locket in front of her as she speaks in a rather demanding tone of voice, "have you by chance seen or encountered this dolt of an effeminate copper-haired dandy?" Then walks it around also showing it to the bald Halfling and a human Cavalier, etc...
"I can't say that I have miss. Why are you searching for him? Has he wronged you in some way?" Sir Aldon will also refrain from giving this newcomer a kiss on the hand unless permitted, since she looks like she can rip both his arms off.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Iroona
"Well, you see I've come to town to—" and she interrupts herself as Rowena stalks in to the common room. Her eyes follow the young woman as she approaches the bar. When she passes the locket in front of her, Iroona confidently but gently puts her hand on the young woman's arm to stop her from moving, peering at the locket, while with her other hand she retrieves a pair of glass lenses connected by metal wire and places them in front of her eyes, blinking at the image. "Hmm," she says. "I am not sure that I can say I have. That streak is very distinctive, I think I'd remember that," and she lets go and smiles charmingly, stowing the glasses. "I've just met this handsome couple," she indicates Aldon and Flint, "Perhaps they have seen this man?"
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"Wait a moment. Iroona, do you think that this man and I are a couple? We've only just met! And even if we hadn't, I'm not of that particular inclination."
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Iroona
"Oh? Oh. Oh! I just assumed, you seem so well suited... I um, well. Yeoman!" and she hurries off, tangling herself on a chair, then coming back, "Keys," she says, grabbing the keys. Then she's off to talk to her bag men.
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Rowena
The young well-dressed maiden looks a the Cavalier, her eyes narrow suspiciously ignoring his question her eyes instead on her outstretched unkissed hand, "where are you from Ser... and where are your manners to remain seated like a discourteous baboon when a lady approaches not bothering to kiss her hand in respectful greetings! I have seen gentlemen horse-whipped for less! What be your name and house? Did you ride into this gawd-forsaken mudhole in the company of my betrothed Ser Humphrey Hawthorne? Are the one who sent word to my father that his party was waylaid?"
Hearing the fey-tart speak Rowena turns back to the bookish half-elf, "so you've seen this lout together in the company of my Humphrey have you tart?" The maiden's grip on her maul begins to tighten as she takes in a deep breath!
Sir Aldon gets out of his seat so quickly that he almost trips over it and gives Rowena's hand a kiss when he sees that her other hand is gripping a maul. "I-I-I'm terribly sorry miss. I just happened to have forgotten my manners for a moment. I would never intend to disrespect a lady, especially one as beautiful as yourself. My name is Sir Aldon of House Garrix. I can't say that I'm familiar with any Humphrey Hawthorne or that I sent word to your father. I don't even know who your father is miss! But I will pledge to give you my utmost efforts in assisting to find your betrothed."
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Arrested in mid flight, Iroona looks surprised. “Oh, no, not at all. I’ve not seen your man anywhere. Did I not say that clearly? If he’s in these parts, I expect the locals have seen him, no? If he is here for the Forge, anyway. I’ve to see to my men.” And she’s off again.
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Rowena
Rowena feels his lips upon her hand as looks at him, "I am Lady Rowena Rhaine of House Rhaine, my father Baron Cedric Rhaine our lands located three days hard ride to the south. House Garrix you say? And you know nothing of my betrothed, apparently that fey tart seeking to slink her way out of my presence like poxed ridden fille de joie after a hard night's work seems to suggest otherwise, what pray tell would cause her to make such an insinuation I wonder?"
Rowena pulls a wand out of a hidden fold in her frock and holds it up in the direction of the half-elf tart and motions her to return back to the others, "my fairy godmother gave me this wand and don't think for a moment I would not use it to turn you into a toad and step on you if you don't stop where you are and explain your words... carefully this time, if you please, starting with your name and purpose here!"
Iroona
She stops again. Turns around carefully, and walks up to Rowena in a calm and controlled manner, still ravishingly charming. "Lady Rowena, I have not seen your betrothed, these gentlemen have not seen your betrothed, I merely mistook them for... well betrothed of each other. For which I am unfailingly apologetic, Sir Aldon, Master Topple."
"If you would be so kind as to point that elsewhere, Lady Rowena, perhaps we could all sit down to a meal to discuss your misplaced gentleman, once you have allowed me to see to my men?" She cocks her head a little like a librarian.
"I would be your friend, and would help you find your man, but I would find it more pleasant if you would be less... difficult? My name is Iroona... Tzinder. There are some other names in the middle there, it's not important. Now, shall we find a table? Gentlemen? I'll be right along, let me just speak with my men," and she tries once again to go deal with her business.
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