The hawk comes over to the table. He lands on the imposters shoulder but he seems confused. Suddenly the hawk realises this is not his true master that whistled even if it looked just like the dwarf. He did not have the same odor of his master and screeches and pecks at the fake grombindal’s head and quickly flies off.
ahh rats, I was never good at fooling pets anyweys... I always forget the scent. People are so much easier to fool.
then the dwarf wipes his face and you realise it is the little halflin bard. It was some sort of disguise kit and now he has make up half smeared on his face. He looks at the ground for a few seconds then sighs.
and I didn’t even get lucky enough that he might’ve lost A feather on the ground. Drats!! Oh well. Maybe next time my little dwarven friend , maybe next time.
The smith stares at you quizzically and pulls on his beard as you begin cleaning his wares. “War-what now? War-forged.. never heard of such a thing!”
He almost leaps in the air as he looks down at the sword you handed him and yells, “Nine hells! You must be animated armor sent to heckle me by my cousins in the Smoking Mountains! Are you animated armor, eh? Regardless.. of what you are.. I am a simple smith now.. I make sickles, hoes, horseshoes, and nails for the villagers here.. my days of forging weapons of war are long past!” He finishes grumpily.
I am a warforged like I said and I need to reforge this sword, do you have anything to help me? He also pulls out his coins and sets them down on the table.
The smith stares at you quizzically and pulls on his beard as you begin cleaning his wares. “War-what now? War-forged.. never heard of such a thing!”
He almost leaps in the air as he looks down at the sword you handed him and yells, “Nine hells! You must be animated armor sent to heckle me by my cousins in the Smoking Mountains! Are you animated armor, eh? Regardless.. of what you are.. I am a simple smith now.. I make sickles, hoes, horseshoes, and nails for the villagers here.. my days of forging weapons of war are long past!” He finishes grumpily.
I am a warforged like I said and I need to reforge this sword, do you have anything to help me? He also pulls out his coins and sets them down on the table.
Still tugging on his beard the dwarf eyes the coins, but responds, “Aye.. you said that.. Warforged.. right.”
He sighs deeply, “Alas, I’ve lost something dearer to me than coins... my best hammer has gone missing. I’m not sure how, but its not in its normal place.” He says as he points to the empty spot on the wall where his hammer normally hangs. “If you retrieve it for me.. I may have something for you that can aid you.”
Tell me what if looks like, or can you draw it for me, and do you know who may have it? Tailen responds as he sheathes his sword. Once he gathers the information from the dwarf he returns to the inn. As he walks in his eyes glow green seeing 2 of the same dwarf he pauses for a moment and then begins to realize it is the halfling as the hawk disappears and reappears on the other dwarf. His eyes return to blue. He then sits down and pulls out his sword and starts to polish the already clean sword, thinking about the hammer he needs to find in order to help him reforge his masters sword into something new, possibly a battle axe...he then laughs at the though of splitting someone in half with the battle-axe and everyone looks at him, not having heard him laugh before. But as per his normal he notices not the attention or the odd looks as he still polishes his sword...
Tell me what if looks like, or can you draw it for me, and do you know who may have it? Tailen responds as he sheathes his sword. Once he gathers the information from the dwarf he returns to the inn. As he walks in his eyes glow green seeing 2 of the same dwarf he pauses for a moment and then begins to realize it is the halfling as the hawk disappears and reappears on the other dwarf. His eyes return to blue. He then sits down and pulls out his sword and starts to polish the already clean sword, thinking about the hammer he needs to find in order to help him reforge his masters sword into something new, possibly a battle axe...he then laughs at the though of splitting someone in half with the battle-axe and everyone looks at him, not having heard him laugh before. But as per his normal he notices not the attention or the odd looks as he still polishes his sword...
“The hammer appears inconsequential... but, it does have some dwarven runes carved along the handle. It is more of a... sentimental heirloom from my grand sire. As for who stole it... most likely one of the goblins we trade with at the midsummer festival... filthy—disgusting things if you ask me! I don’t know why Major Leng lets those things into town in the first place!”
We begin our tale mid-afternoon at the Ol’ Boar Inn in the remote town of Oakhurst a community with little notoriety save for its proximity to the Sunless Citadel. Our unlikely band of adventurers — Alten Johan a half-elf paladin of the order of Torm, Talien a warforged juggernaut, Grombrindal a dwarven wizard, Chatra Dalwin a halfing bard, Arixus a symic hybrid ranger, and Rees a changeling rouge have just met, jibed and jaded one another, and are currently awkwardly awaiting the arrival of a mysterious stranger who posted a notice seeking the help of adventurers. The true motives of our cast remain unknown. Heedless of this fact they are about to begin the journey of a lifetime — Do they have what it takes to become the stuff of legends? — Or will they perish before they have the chance to unsheathe their swords?
Now it is time to meet our mysterious patron inside of the Ol’ Boar Inn...
Tell me what if looks like, or can you draw it for me, and do you know who may have it? Tailen responds as he sheathes his sword. Once he gathers the information from the dwarf he returns to the inn. As he walks in his eyes glow green seeing 2 of the same dwarf he pauses for a moment and then begins to realize it is the halfling as the hawk disappears and reappears on the other dwarf. His eyes return to blue. He then sits down and pulls out his sword and starts to polish the already clean sword, thinking about the hammer he needs to find in order to help him reforge his masters sword into something new, possibly a battle axe...he then laughs at the though of splitting someone in half with the battle-axe and everyone looks at him, not having heard him laugh before. But as per his normal he notices not the attention or the odd looks as he still polishes his sword...
“The hammer appears inconsequential... but, it does have some dwarven runes carved along the handle. It is more of a... sentimental heirloom from my grand sire. As for who stole it... most likely one of the goblins we trade with at the midsummer festival... filthy—disgusting things if you ask me! I don’t know why Major Leng lets those things into town in the first place!”
I will kill whoever stole from you...Taliens eyes flash red before turning green as he turn around and walks out the door. Picking up his coins before he leaves.
Ooc. Please read as a person not as a PC
In Tailen's "upbringing" thieves we're killed, he does not steal and this is why he does not understand anyone being upset about him handling their weapons. Of course you don't know this and he does not know your customs either. If you plan on stealing, be sure to let him know before/after he kills the goblin (I assume) he is after to inform him of the laws here (he is good, lawful...just not the laws from here so kind of chaotic as well)
Don't want to fight the party is the reason I'm dropping this in. I will have enough bad interactions in town I presume.
The front door of the tavern suddenly flies open momentarily letting in the golden rays of the midday sun. A shadow dances across the tavern floor as a man dressed in a dark brown tunic and a padded leather coat walks in. He has olive skin, black hair, and dark hazel eyes. He is wearing high black riding boots and black gloves. Behind him, entirely filling the doorway and blocking out the light of the sun are a pair of women dressed in lynx skins and mail gloves. The man moves into the tavern and they follow closely behind. Now inside you can see tattooed stripes run from their eyes down towards their ears. The muscles of their powerful thighs are visible beneath their skins and their sinuous arms are naked save for their mail gloves. Sabre hilts stick up behind their shoulders, which are also protected by chainmail.
The man motions towards your party and says from behind a white smile, “Greetings! You must be here to answer my summons. Very good.. very good indeed!”
Talien looks up from polishing the sword, he say's nothing, but his eyes turn from the bright blue to a bright green, waiting to hear what he has to do to earn some coins to add to his collection.
Rees sat up straighter when the new group entered, studying them briefly before offering a slight smile of welcome. Her shoulders squared and she looked far more pleasant and confident than she had previously. "That we are, would you mind elaborating on what exactly it is you need? The posting made mention of something going missing, is that correct?"
Alten stands and delivers a small, respectful bow.
Hile good sir. Ladies. Alten Johan at your service. I am unaware of how many more might respond to your notice but there are at least five or six of us here today looking for work.
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Chatra quietly waits to hear what this stranger has to say. This is the first time you,and only time you assume you will witness this, have seen the halfling be so quiet and not causing a ruckus.
“Five, or six you say? Yes.. yes, that will do nicely. Hail and well met all of you! I am Carlisle Bozak.. these fine ladies here are my traveling companion Vaunea and Vimak, but you can call them Vim and Vau. Let’s have a seat and I’ll explain further. Garon, if you’d please!”
Carlisle sits at the head of a long table and gestures for you to all take a seat as well. Vau and Vim stand behind him off to the side their Goliath presence clearly a warning that Carlisle is not one to be mettled with. Garon brings a few pitchers of dark ale to the table for you all and then leaves a pitcher on a side table for the Carlisle’s “ladies”.
Carlisle pours a mug of the heady ale, gulps it down, then says, “Right then.. let’s get down to brass tacks as they say, shall we? ..I am a purveyor of rare items.. typically magic in nature.. sometimes a non-magical artifact catches my eye if it’s worth the trouble.. but, more often than not these things end up being of a magical nature. I have some credible information that just such an item is located nearby in the Sunless Citadel and I would like you all to recover it. I pay well and there is likely other loot down there for you to recover. I for one am only interested in a particular wand that is hidden down there.. whatever else you find you can keep.” He pauses, pours another ale, and waits to see your responses.
Grombrindal closes his spell book and tucks it back into his bag, takes his feet down off the table, sits up stright "The Sunless Citidal you say.. I hear people go there and never come back."
How many coins can I add to my collection for this task of only one item? Describe it. Tailen says, still polishing his sword without looking, almost like one of those fancy 'machines' you may have heard of.
“You all seem eager for coin I see..” he wets his lips, “I will give you a total sum of 2,000 gold should you successfully deliver me the wand here in two weeks time. I will adjust the sum if you bring it back to me earlier.. or later than that of course.”
”You will know the wand when you see it.. it is quite unique. As for the Sunless Citadel itself.. yes, I have heard the rumors of people entering its halls never to return, but that is why I am hiring you isn’t it? You all look like hardy souls.. or am I mistaken in this?”
The hawk comes over to the table. He lands on the imposters shoulder but he seems confused. Suddenly the hawk realises this is not his true master that whistled even if it looked just like the dwarf. He did not have the same odor of his master and screeches and pecks at the fake grombindal’s head and quickly flies off.
ahh rats, I was never good at fooling pets anyweys... I always forget the scent. People are so much easier to fool.
then the dwarf wipes his face and you realise it is the little halflin bard. It was some sort of disguise kit and now he has make up half smeared on his face. He looks at the ground for a few seconds then sighs.
and I didn’t even get lucky enough that he might’ve lost A feather on the ground. Drats!! Oh well. Maybe next time my little dwarven friend , maybe next time.
I am a warforged like I said and I need to reforge this sword, do you have anything to help me? He also pulls out his coins and sets them down on the table.
Warforged Fighter Talien
Grombrindal snaps his fingers and Ungrim Poof is gone and then reappears on his shoulder
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
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Still tugging on his beard the dwarf eyes the coins, but responds, “Aye.. you said that.. Warforged.. right.”
He sighs deeply, “Alas, I’ve lost something dearer to me than coins... my best hammer has gone missing. I’m not sure how, but its not in its normal place.” He says as he points to the empty spot on the wall where his hammer normally hangs. “If you retrieve it for me.. I may have something for you that can aid you.”
Tell me what if looks like, or can you draw it for me, and do you know who may have it? Tailen responds as he sheathes his sword. Once he gathers the information from the dwarf he returns to the inn. As he walks in his eyes glow green seeing 2 of the same dwarf he pauses for a moment and then begins to realize it is the halfling as the hawk disappears and reappears on the other dwarf. His eyes return to blue. He then sits down and pulls out his sword and starts to polish the already clean sword, thinking about the hammer he needs to find in order to help him reforge his masters sword into something new, possibly a battle axe...he then laughs at the though of splitting someone in half with the battle-axe and everyone looks at him, not having heard him laugh before. But as per his normal he notices not the attention or the odd looks as he still polishes his sword...
Warforged Fighter Talien
Talien re-enters the inn, walks over, sits down and starts polishing
I thought you had decided to leave. What changed your mind?
As Talien laughs (OOC in what I image to be a grating, metal on metal kind of sound)
What do you find so funny friend?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
“The hammer appears inconsequential... but, it does have some dwarven runes carved along the handle. It is more of a... sentimental heirloom from my grand sire. As for who stole it... most likely one of the goblins we trade with at the midsummer festival... filthy—disgusting things if you ask me! I don’t know why Major Leng lets those things into town in the first place!”
The Sunless Citadel, Chapter 1: Oakhurst
1st of Summertide, 1495 DR
We begin our tale mid-afternoon at the Ol’ Boar Inn in the remote town of Oakhurst a community with little notoriety save for its proximity to the Sunless Citadel. Our unlikely band of adventurers — Alten Johan a half-elf paladin of the order of Torm, Talien a warforged juggernaut, Grombrindal a dwarven wizard, Chatra Dalwin a halfing bard, Arixus a symic hybrid ranger, and Rees a changeling rouge have just met, jibed and jaded one another, and are currently awkwardly awaiting the arrival of a mysterious stranger who posted a notice seeking the help of adventurers. The true motives of our cast remain unknown. Heedless of this fact they are about to begin the journey of a lifetime — Do they have what it takes to become the stuff of legends? — Or will they perish before they have the chance to unsheathe their swords?
Now it is time to meet our mysterious patron inside of the Ol’ Boar Inn...
I had to see the blacksmith. I am in search of his hammer. Goblins probably have it.
(ooc sounds iron giant-esk. Less metal grating, deeper and resonates more)
I turn and look at Alten, and pause for a moment before saying gravely. War. I then turn back to polishing my sword.
Warforged Fighter Talien
I will kill whoever stole from you...Taliens eyes flash red before turning green as he turn around and walks out the door. Picking up his coins before he leaves.
Ooc. Please read as a person not as a PC
In Tailen's "upbringing" thieves we're killed, he does not steal and this is why he does not understand anyone being upset about him handling their weapons. Of course you don't know this and he does not know your customs either. If you plan on stealing, be sure to let him know before/after he kills the goblin (I assume) he is after to inform him of the laws here (he is good, lawful...just not the laws from here so kind of chaotic as well)
Don't want to fight the party is the reason I'm dropping this in. I will have enough bad interactions in town I presume.
Warforged Fighter Talien
The front door of the tavern suddenly flies open momentarily letting in the golden rays of the midday sun. A shadow dances across the tavern floor as a man dressed in a dark brown tunic and a padded leather coat walks in. He has olive skin, black hair, and dark hazel eyes. He is wearing high black riding boots and black gloves. Behind him, entirely filling the doorway and blocking out the light of the sun are a pair of women dressed in lynx skins and mail gloves. The man moves into the tavern and they follow closely behind. Now inside you can see tattooed stripes run from their eyes down towards their ears. The muscles of their powerful thighs are visible beneath their skins and their sinuous arms are naked save for their mail gloves. Sabre hilts stick up behind their shoulders, which are also protected by chainmail.
The man motions towards your party and says from behind a white smile, “Greetings! You must be here to answer my summons. Very good.. very good indeed!”
Talien looks up from polishing the sword, he say's nothing, but his eyes turn from the bright blue to a bright green, waiting to hear what he has to do to earn some coins to add to his collection.
Warforged Fighter Talien
Rees sat up straighter when the new group entered, studying them briefly before offering a slight smile of welcome. Her shoulders squared and she looked far more pleasant and confident than she had previously. "That we are, would you mind elaborating on what exactly it is you need? The posting made mention of something going missing, is that correct?"
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Alten stands and delivers a small, respectful bow.
Hile good sir. Ladies. Alten Johan at your service. I am unaware of how many more might respond to your notice but there are at least five or six of us here today looking for work.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Chatra quietly waits to hear what this stranger has to say. This is the first time you,and only time you assume you will witness this, have seen the halfling be so quiet and not causing a ruckus.
“Five, or six you say? Yes.. yes, that will do nicely. Hail and well met all of you! I am Carlisle Bozak.. these fine ladies here are my traveling companion Vaunea and Vimak, but you can call them Vim and Vau. Let’s have a seat and I’ll explain further. Garon, if you’d please!”
Carlisle sits at the head of a long table and gestures for you to all take a seat as well. Vau and Vim stand behind him off to the side their Goliath presence clearly a warning that Carlisle is not one to be mettled with. Garon brings a few pitchers of dark ale to the table for you all and then leaves a pitcher on a side table for the Carlisle’s “ladies”.
Carlisle pours a mug of the heady ale, gulps it down, then says, “Right then.. let’s get down to brass tacks as they say, shall we? ..I am a purveyor of rare items.. typically magic in nature.. sometimes a non-magical artifact catches my eye if it’s worth the trouble.. but, more often than not these things end up being of a magical nature. I have some credible information that just such an item is located nearby in the Sunless Citadel and I would like you all to recover it. I pay well and there is likely other loot down there for you to recover. I for one am only interested in a particular wand that is hidden down there.. whatever else you find you can keep.” He pauses, pours another ale, and waits to see your responses.
Grombrindal closes his spell book and tucks it back into his bag, takes his feet down off the table, sits up stright "The Sunless Citidal you say.. I hear people go there and never come back."
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
![](https://i.imgur.com/8tnPYU8.png)
Chatra chuckles and asks
you say you pay well, eh? Well please do share what is your idea of “ paying well”. We might not share the same ideals on that my friend.
How many coins can I add to my collection for this task of only one item? Describe it. Tailen says, still polishing his sword without looking, almost like one of those fancy 'machines' you may have heard of.
Warforged Fighter Talien
“You all seem eager for coin I see..” he wets his lips, “I will give you a total sum of 2,000 gold should you successfully deliver me the wand here in two weeks time. I will adjust the sum if you bring it back to me earlier.. or later than that of course.”
”You will know the wand when you see it.. it is quite unique. As for the Sunless Citadel itself.. yes, I have heard the rumors of people entering its halls never to return, but that is why I am hiring you isn’t it? You all look like hardy souls.. or am I mistaken in this?”