The next morning, Seb climbs out of the bath, robed and hungover. "I can't believe you bastards let me sleep in there, I'm not a bloody sea-elf!" He stumbles over to the bar and orders a herbal tea and some buttered toast to sober him up. He looks down at his hands, wrinkled from spending so long in the bath water. "Argh!" He shouts, looking horrified. "Nine Hells, I'm starting to look like Kwisatz!" He laughs to himself, hiding his hands in his robe pockets until they return to normal.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
The half-elf nods grateful to Seb but she looks worried the rest of the journey back to their barracks. She takes a tomato salad for dinner and goes to slepp earlier.
When both Xana and Seb appears on the main room ant the next mornign, they find Krizarith there, playing the violin. She doesn't stop this time, like if she doesn't hear them.
"Do not worry Seb. You are still uglier than him " she suddenly reply, without stop playing and winks him and smile to Xana. It seems that her usual mood has returned.
"I would like to take her down too " says to Xana " Question is, would the sergeant allow us?" her tone hints that she doesn't really care about that. "I don't really care about the baker though. He should had leave her with the poor girl long ago. But it feels kind of wrong that that poor girl death goes unpunished."
She plays a little bit more and then stops, letting the notes die in the air.
“We went to the body, then to the gang headquarters around the corner, the thugs were scared of the Baker’s wife, a sorcerer came, blasted Crash and then ran away when Crash hit him back, Seb followed a runaway thug to another hideout while Crash acquired information from another thug and Kriz and I persuaded the other thugs to give us more info. Basically the baker’s wife is something to do with the Black Brother’s and potentially order a hit on the daughter - who isn’t hers - possibly because the daughter saw something she shouldn’t- Oh! And the baker was hiding goods and people and stuff in his basement for the Black Brothers, but they’ve probably cleared out. The girl was seeing a mage, we got a description but no name. And the baker’s wife is super resistant to magic.” Xana ticks things of her fingers as she speedily runs through everything that looks at the rest of her team, “Did I forget anything?”
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Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
Idozu comes out. A cloth wrapping bandage over his eyes. Quarterstaff in hand, and battle axe over his shoulder. He makes his way over to his normal chair. Stopping to ask for some food to be brought to him. “Sorry, it took a little longer to get ready this morning.” He turns his head to the direction of the sergeant’s voice.
Seb swivels around on his stool to look at the sergeant and the recruits. "Huh? I could swear I just mentioned sea-elves, and one has walked through the door..." He looks confused for a moment, then closes his eyes and presses his hands together in prayer repeatedly muttering, "Beautiful, busty elf sisters. Beautiful, busty elf sisters. Beautiful, busty elf sisters."
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
He walks over to Idozu and waves his hands in front of his face. "Still nothing?"
"Damn powerful curse you walked into boy."
He turns back to Xana and Seb... " I hate sewers."
"I ll check on everything you just told me and ask around to get some information."
"For now I got things for you to do..." he holds his hand up to forestall any comments. "I ll keep you all in the loop and we ll get to the bottom of this."
"Kwiz you ll tell Tom what you want to know and what doors to knock on. He should have answers for you tonight"
The sea elf in question is an odd one, a slender young woman of about five and a half feet. Her skin is pale with a slighly bluish hue, and her short dark blue hair looks like she cut it herself with a dagger (she did). Black irises make her pupils look huge, and she blinks about half as much as a normal person. Her studded leather is black and well-oiled, but bears signs of frequent food stains. A dagger and elegant scimitar are on her belt, and a wooden shield and crossbow on her back.
"I'm Fruli." Dropping her backpack on the floor near one of the benches, Fruli walks with artless grace towards the bar, like a gazelle just walked into the establishment. While certainly attractive, her demeanor is somewhat skittish and awkward as she addresses John the barkeep.
"Fish and chips. And beer."She flashes a quick smile, clearly a work in progress."Please."
"Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable." - Carl Jung
Seb turns to Crash. "I fear you may be right my friend. It would seem we're outnumbered, you and I." He subtly gestures to the three women of the Wolves. "Never a bad thing though, eh?" He chuckles and taps his glass to his friend's before looking at Fruli. "I hope you're bringing your A game young lady! Those two," he points at Xana then Kriz, "are some of the most capable women I've ever known... And I've known a lot of women."
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
"Understood Sergeant" Darien is a young human standing a few inches under six foot with two long-swords on his back as he approaches the two pointed out he gives a small bow "My name is Darien Snowblade, pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
As she waits for her order of fish and chips, the sea elf takes in several loud gulps of beer, then wipes her mouth on her forearm."We are the Wolves?" She looks at her teammates in turn, then sets aside her beer. "I like wolves."
Her feral grin becomes quite literal as her form shifts and flows, the elf dropping on all fours as her clothes disappear to replaced by thick black fur. Snarling with her teeth bared, the Fruli-wolf looks like she's ready to pounce, but then John calls out her order up, and she just as quickly returns to her elven form, happily munching on battered fried fish as she talks with her mouth full.
"I like fish, too!"
She does an awkward thumbs up that looks like she sprained her wrist, then gulps down more beer.
"Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable." - Carl Jung
Alton will finish his food and hop out of his chair, moving adjust his weapons so that they were easily noticable to anyone that looked towards him. "Are you sure it is wise to come with us or carry weapons with your current disability?" He asks Idozu as he had to act as the taller man's eyes the night hefore.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kwisatz will find Tom after the sergeant pointed him out, explain about the 4 locations they'd found reference to, as well as the name 'Fender', and see what advice he's given. He'll take anyone else in Alpha team with him so they can all hear this together.
Xana, despite initially being startled, thinks Fruli is adorable, “How did you do that?!“ she asks, clearly impressed.
Fruli's eyebrows rise, then she holds her hands over her head, her index fingers pointing skyward, still clutching her fried fish; whatever she's trying to say is almost completely muffled by a mouthful of chips. Finally she swallows her food, then pulls a necklace out from under her studded leather breastplate, holding it up for Xana to see; it's a leather thong threaded through a seashell, several shark teeth and some cheap glass beads. She smiles breathlessly, a true genuine smile.
"Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable." - Carl Jung
“This is something I need to do. As I was praying last night I realized this isn’t a curse from a mage or demon. This is a punishment from Torm.... or maybe Bahamut. I must endure to atone, there is no other way. I appreciate your concern. Worse comes to worse I can always just pray and buff the party’s resolve if it’s too much a deficit.” Idozu will greet Darian “welcome to the team.” Before following the rest of the Alpha team.
The next morning, Seb climbs out of the bath, robed and hungover. "I can't believe you bastards let me sleep in there, I'm not a bloody sea-elf!" He stumbles over to the bar and orders a herbal tea and some buttered toast to sober him up. He looks down at his hands, wrinkled from spending so long in the bath water. "Argh!" He shouts, looking horrified. "Nine Hells, I'm starting to look like Kwisatz!" He laughs to himself, hiding his hands in his robe pockets until they return to normal.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
The half-elf nods grateful to Seb but she looks worried the rest of the journey back to their barracks. She takes a tomato salad for dinner and goes to slepp earlier.
When both Xana and Seb appears on the main room ant the next mornign, they find Krizarith there, playing the violin. She doesn't stop this time, like if she doesn't hear them.
"Do not worry Seb. You are still uglier than him " she suddenly reply, without stop playing and winks him and smile to Xana. It seems that her usual mood has returned.
"I would like to take her down too " says to Xana " Question is, would the sergeant allow us?" her tone hints that she doesn't really care about that. "I don't really care about the baker though. He should had leave her with the poor girl long ago. But it feels kind of wrong that that poor girl death goes unpunished."
She plays a little bit more and then stops, letting the notes die in the air.
"Plus... she's a *****" she adds smiling.
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The sergeant bursts in the room with two others in toe.
"Hey! Is everyone up ? Long night ?"
"Get the one still sleeping. This is not the Watch... "
"Here are two new initiate, they introduce themselves soon. First, one of the wolf needs to make a report."
“We went to the body, then to the gang headquarters around the corner, the thugs were scared of the Baker’s wife, a sorcerer came, blasted Crash and then ran away when Crash hit him back, Seb followed a runaway thug to another hideout while Crash acquired information from another thug and Kriz and I persuaded the other thugs to give us more info. Basically the baker’s wife is something to do with the Black Brother’s and potentially order a hit on the daughter - who isn’t hers - possibly because the daughter saw something she shouldn’t- Oh! And the baker was hiding goods and people and stuff in his basement for the Black Brothers, but they’ve probably cleared out. The girl was seeing a mage, we got a description but no name. And the baker’s wife is super resistant to magic.” Xana ticks things of her fingers as she speedily runs through everything that looks at the rest of her team, “Did I forget anything?”
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Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
Idozu comes out. A cloth wrapping bandage over his eyes. Quarterstaff in hand, and battle axe over his shoulder. He makes his way over to his normal chair. Stopping to ask for some food to be brought to him. “Sorry, it took a little longer to get ready this morning.” He turns his head to the direction of the sergeant’s voice.
Seb swivels around on his stool to look at the sergeant and the recruits. "Huh? I could swear I just mentioned sea-elves, and one has walked through the door..." He looks confused for a moment, then closes his eyes and presses his hands together in prayer repeatedly muttering, "Beautiful, busty elf sisters. Beautiful, busty elf sisters. Beautiful, busty elf sisters."
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
The sergeant waits for Xana to stop.
He walks over to Idozu and waves his hands in front of his face. "Still nothing?"
"Damn powerful curse you walked into boy."
He turns back to Xana and Seb... " I hate sewers."
"I ll check on everything you just told me and ask around to get some information."
"For now I got things for you to do..." he holds his hand up to forestall any comments. "I ll keep you all in the loop and we ll get to the bottom of this."
"Kwiz you ll tell Tom what you want to know and what doors to knock on. He should have answers for you tonight"
I think you covered everything. He hears Sebs fervent prayers and starts laughing
Brother I fear that wish may be beyond your skills to safely navigate, let me know if you need assistance. He nods in greeting to the new recruits
The sea elf in question is an odd one, a slender young woman of about five and a half feet. Her skin is pale with a slighly bluish hue, and her short dark blue hair looks like she cut it herself with a dagger (she did). Black irises make her pupils look huge, and she blinks about half as much as a normal person. Her studded leather is black and well-oiled, but bears signs of frequent food stains. A dagger and elegant scimitar are on her belt, and a wooden shield and crossbow on her back.
"I'm Fruli." Dropping her backpack on the floor near one of the benches, Fruli walks with artless grace towards the bar, like a gazelle just walked into the establishment. While certainly attractive, her demeanor is somewhat skittish and awkward as she addresses John the barkeep.
"Fish and chips. And beer." She flashes a quick smile, clearly a work in progress. "Please."
"Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable." - Carl Jung
The skeptical look of the Sergeant is plain.
"Furli you go with the Wolves.." he points to Xana "and Darien will go to the Alpha." he points to Idozu and then to Kwiz
"Get acquainted. I ll give your assignment in a a few minutes."
He moves to John
Seb turns to Crash. "I fear you may be right my friend. It would seem we're outnumbered, you and I." He subtly gestures to the three women of the Wolves. "Never a bad thing though, eh?" He chuckles and taps his glass to his friend's before looking at Fruli. "I hope you're bringing your A game young lady! Those two," he points at Xana then Kriz, "are some of the most capable women I've ever known... And I've known a lot of women."
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
"Understood Sergeant" Darien is a young human standing a few inches under six foot with two long-swords on his back as he approaches the two pointed out he gives a small bow "My name is Darien Snowblade, pleasure to meet your acquaintance."
As she waits for her order of fish and chips, the sea elf takes in several loud gulps of beer, then wipes her mouth on her forearm. "We are the Wolves?" She looks at her teammates in turn, then sets aside her beer. "I like wolves."
Her feral grin becomes quite literal as her form shifts and flows, the elf dropping on all fours as her clothes disappear to replaced by thick black fur. Snarling with her teeth bared, the Fruli-wolf looks like she's ready to pounce, but then John calls out her order up, and she just as quickly returns to her elven form, happily munching on battered fried fish as she talks with her mouth full.
"I like fish, too!"
She does an awkward thumbs up that looks like she sprained her wrist, then gulps down more beer.
"Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable." - Carl Jung
Xana, despite initially being startled, thinks Fruli is adorable, “How did you do that?!“ she asks, clearly impressed.
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Alton will finish his food and hop out of his chair, moving adjust his weapons so that they were easily noticable to anyone that looked towards him. "Are you sure it is wise to come with us or carry weapons with your current disability?" He asks Idozu as he had to act as the taller man's eyes the night hefore.
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Seb takes a break from his toast to give a light applause at the display from Fruli.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
((Who is Tom?))
Kwisatz will find Tom after the sergeant pointed him out, explain about the 4 locations they'd found reference to, as well as the name 'Fender', and see what advice he's given. He'll take anyone else in Alpha team with him so they can all hear this together.
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Fruli's eyebrows rise, then she holds her hands over her head, her index fingers pointing skyward, still clutching her fried fish; whatever she's trying to say is almost completely muffled by a mouthful of chips. Finally she swallows her food, then pulls a necklace out from under her studded leather breastplate, holding it up for Xana to see; it's a leather thong threaded through a seashell, several shark teeth and some cheap glass beads. She smiles breathlessly, a true genuine smile.
"Druid," she says proudly. "Druid."
"Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable." - Carl Jung
Tom was a guard/runner who had the pleasure of meeting Wolf team. He got teased quite a lot.
He is a young man who knows Waterdeep like the back of his hand
“This is something I need to do. As I was praying last night I realized this isn’t a curse from a mage or demon. This is a punishment from Torm.... or maybe Bahamut. I must endure to atone, there is no other way. I appreciate your concern. Worse comes to worse I can always just pray and buff the party’s resolve if it’s too much a deficit.” Idozu will greet Darian “welcome to the team.” Before following the rest of the Alpha team.