Background: Anivar Durosin is a fairly old Dark Elf at the age of 603 years old. He left the Underdark many years ago, and has served as a bodyguard for the rich and powerful. He took a few year to train his adoptive son Kiric, in the arts of magic and stealth. After Kiric left the roost, Anivar has roamed the land, occasionally meeting up with his son.
After seeing the children beat down the thugs and the troll with ease, Anivar rose from his seat and walked over to the table of combatants. He pulled an empty chair from a near by table and sat down. "Congratulations on winning your first skirmish children. Might I ask what the conversation is about?" Anivar drawled.
Walking back to the table is an armored half-elf with a holy symbol and an eager smile on her face. She's a bit confused to see everyone coalescing at her table but she takes her seat and tries to find her mug if ale, which has been catapulted over another table in the scrum. "What in -- oh hello everyone. Seem to have lost my drink. No matter. That's what happens when you run to the powder room in this place. Seems I missed a brawl. I'll catch the next one! Now who might you be?"
(OOC: Hello everyone, I'll be able to fill out the rest of the character sheet later but wanted to introduce a visibly and painfully optimistic paladin to the story...)
Each of you takes a seat at a large, round wooden table. In addition to those who took part in the battle against the troll (minus Durnan, who has returned to tend the bar), there are two new faces: Anivar, a wizened drow elf in wizardly clothes, and Soar, a well-armored half-elf. Yagra the half-orc also takes a seat at the table.
The figure who approached you strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. "Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service."
Not waiting for your own introductions, he continues. "I trust you've noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven't seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur's Gate! But now, I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
Volo pauses for emphasis.
"My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He's got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped -- or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?"
"I am more than willing to help you find your friend young one. I can't say the same for these children." Anivar replies. "Also, what does this "Floon" look like, might I ask?"
"I have a job already and it more then likely pays more then what you can give me. If you want my help then you need to have something worthwhile." Kruk tells him, having to get a higher chair to sit in.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Floon's a handsome man, human, early thirties, wavy red-blond hair. Last I saw him he was dressed in garb of princely quality; who knows how he afforded it. Two night ago, before he disappeared, Floon and I were drinking and playing Three-Dragon Ante at the Skewered Dragon, a tavern in the Dock Ward. I would recommend starting your search there."
Volo is overjoyed that Anivar has agreed to help; "What say the rest of you?"
Yagra declines. "I've got a job here, can't be running off much as I'd like to." She empties a tankard. "But tell you what, you find out the Xanathar Guild thugs are behind this, you come to me an' I'll introduce you to someone that might have an interest in helping."
Kruk negotiates shrewdly. Volo sighs. "Truth be told, at the moment ten dragons a person is stretching me thin on what I have on me already. Maybe Floon will be able to arrange a reward of his own, if you find him? I can't promise he will, of course."
The large bugbear crosses his arms. "That is my basic pay for several hours of guarding my boss. But I guess any extra money is worth a bit of effort. Besides that some of the work is done if we already know where to start looking."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"From what it sounds like, they are a band of rowdy and arrogant children who think the world owes them something, and they're willing to take it by force." Anivar says while getting up out of his chair, and walks towards the door. "I'll be at the Skewered Dragon if anyone needs me.
Yagra explains. "Xanathar Guild's a real pain in the ass, is what it is. An illegal organization for thieves and cut-throats. If there's really a person named Xanathar running it, I don't know, but there's war on the streets between them and the Zents, especially fierce in the Dock Ward. So watch yourselves."
"Gang wars.... This is actually sounding interesting. See s like you are missing out on some fun." Kruk says to his fellow mercenary/bodyguard. "If they're involved that means more money..."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Well if the elf doesn't want it I'll take his share." Kruk says as he still lamemts the loss of his expensive drink before shrugging it off as he had knocked round those that had spilled it more then enough.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Name: Anivar Durosin
Race: Drow
Class: Wizard
Gender: Male
Stats: STR=8 CON=14 DEX=15 INT=15 WIS=12 CHA=11
Background: Anivar Durosin is a fairly old Dark Elf at the age of 603 years old. He left the Underdark many years ago, and has served as a bodyguard for the rich and powerful. He took a few year to train his adoptive son Kiric, in the arts of magic and stealth. After Kiric left the roost, Anivar has roamed the land, occasionally meeting up with his son.
After seeing the children beat down the thugs and the troll with ease, Anivar rose from his seat and walked over to the table of combatants. He pulled an empty chair from a near by table and sat down. "Congratulations on winning your first skirmish children. Might I ask what the conversation is about?" Anivar drawled.
Walking back to the table is an armored half-elf with a holy symbol and an eager smile on her face. She's a bit confused to see everyone coalescing at her table but she takes her seat and tries to find her mug if ale, which has been catapulted over another table in the scrum. "What in -- oh hello everyone. Seem to have lost my drink. No matter. That's what happens when you run to the powder room in this place. Seems I missed a brawl. I'll catch the next one! Now who might you be?"
(OOC: Hello everyone, I'll be able to fill out the rest of the character sheet later but wanted to introduce a visibly and painfully optimistic paladin to the story...)
Each of you takes a seat at a large, round wooden table. In addition to those who took part in the battle against the troll (minus Durnan, who has returned to tend the bar), there are two new faces: Anivar, a wizened drow elf in wizardly clothes, and Soar, a well-armored half-elf. Yagra the half-orc also takes a seat at the table.
The figure who approached you strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. "Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service."
Not waiting for your own introductions, he continues. "I trust you've noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven't seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur's Gate! But now, I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence."
Volo pauses for emphasis.
"My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He's got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped -- or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?"
"I am more than willing to help you find your friend young one. I can't say the same for these children." Anivar replies. "Also, what does this "Floon" look like, might I ask?"
"I have a job already and it more then likely pays more then what you can give me. If you want my help then you need to have something worthwhile." Kruk tells him, having to get a higher chair to sit in.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Floon's a handsome man, human, early thirties, wavy red-blond hair. Last I saw him he was dressed in garb of princely quality; who knows how he afforded it. Two night ago, before he disappeared, Floon and I were drinking and playing Three-Dragon Ante at the Skewered Dragon, a tavern in the Dock Ward. I would recommend starting your search there."
Volo is overjoyed that Anivar has agreed to help; "What say the rest of you?"
Yagra declines. "I've got a job here, can't be running off much as I'd like to." She empties a tankard. "But tell you what, you find out the Xanathar Guild thugs are behind this, you come to me an' I'll introduce you to someone that might have an interest in helping."
Kruk negotiates shrewdly. Volo sighs. "Truth be told, at the moment ten dragons a person is stretching me thin on what I have on me already. Maybe Floon will be able to arrange a reward of his own, if you find him? I can't promise he will, of course."
Twitch nods towards Volo and says, "I would be more than happy to look for your friend. Finding people is what I do."
He looks toward Nick and says, "You are quite handy with that bow, friend."
Brozak - Red Dragonborn Paladin, lvl 2, Never Winter, Seldom Spring
A tall, brown-skinned woman wearing tan and brown robes, emerged from the crowd of onlookers, herlong black-scale snake tail trailing behind her.
"Who, or what, is a Xanathar?" Yasiri asked, her serpentine eyes peeking from underneath her robe's hood.
The large bugbear crosses his arms. "That is my basic pay for several hours of guarding my boss. But I guess any extra money is worth a bit of effort. Besides that some of the work is done if we already know where to start looking."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"From what it sounds like, they are a band of rowdy and arrogant children who think the world owes them something, and they're willing to take it by force." Anivar says while getting up out of his chair, and walks towards the door. "I'll be at the Skewered Dragon if anyone needs me.
Yagra explains. "Xanathar Guild's a real pain in the ass, is what it is. An illegal organization for thieves and cut-throats. If there's really a person named Xanathar running it, I don't know, but there's war on the streets between them and the Zents, especially fierce in the Dock Ward. So watch yourselves."
"Gang wars.... This is actually sounding interesting. See s like you are missing out on some fun." Kruk says to his fellow mercenary/bodyguard. "If they're involved that means more money..."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
(OoC: Can I cast Find Familiar as a ritual spell, and just remove 10 gp to cover the cost of the ingredients?)
(Sure, you can summon it anytime or roleplay that you've had it for a while.)
Yagra laughs. "Believe me, if I was free to go I'd be there bashing heads with the best of you."
(OoC: Okay, I'll deduct the cost.)
Kruk nods as he crosses his arms and reclines in his seat. "Well if there is a h chance you join us I will be sure to save you at least one _
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Coiled up at the edge of the table, Yasiri quietly contemplates before saying."I will help look for Floon as well."
"Ah, the dark elf left without payment upfront?" Volo was a little surprised by that. "Just as well, I suppose."
"So of those left here, the tabaxi, the yaun-ti and the bugbear seem interested; quite a party they will be! What say the rest of you?"
Each of you that is still in the tavern may take ten gold now, unless you wish to haggle more, ask more questions, or decline Volo's offer.
When the party is ready, the Dock Ward and the Skewered Dragon await.
"Well if the elf doesn't want it I'll take his share." Kruk says as he still lamemts the loss of his expensive drink before shrugging it off as he had knocked round those that had spilled it more then enough.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)