(I'll update soon but yeah I almost replaced you rasec. Can't go radio silent :P just a quick pop into the OOC to say 'yo, shits happening, pilot me' otherwsie i can only assume you've abandoned the game :x)
As Ander had promised to help Ryner with his wolf (and as a paladin would not break his word), can I give Ryner help as a parting gift? Relevant RP below:
'Kneeling at the side of the scarred wolf before the paladin's departure, Ander reaches out to rub the wild creature's ears if it allows... otherwise withdrawing his guantleted hand if it does not. Leaving a goodly sized portion of raw meat beside the beast as he stands to leave, the golden haired, armoured warrior murmers,'
"Your new master is kind. Just as he saved you and has given you a new chance in this world, I hope that you do likewise for him. May Lathander watch over you both."
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D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land DM Beyond the Bitter Shore DM Echos of a Burning Crown
Despite the plaintiveness between the paladin, and Ryner, the wolf snaps at Ryner's hand, growling. obviously scared of the attention. Unsure of your intentions. It will still follow you for one more day but it will be wary, and unruly.
Ryner apparently handing off the blue tinted chest to Anders as a parting gift for saving their lives. Anders destiny was likely to be great. A shining example of Lathanders glory.... perhaps he would earn a title by the end of all this.
Salazar leads the cart towards Phandalin, the slow, steady rocking of the ground on the mostly even road, the only noises being the birds, the soft creaking and groaning of the laden cart, and whatever noises the group itself was making. The sun was high, the day had been long and was about to set by the time the group reached the edge of the town. From a distance it didn't look like much. It seemed at best to be a small, but growing village. It didn't look like anything special, aside from the large manor perched atop a hill that seemed to connect to the town.
Eventually the group makes it's way to the town proper, passing the gates, that are unguarded -
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside that was far enough away from the blaze that had engulfed the forest near the cave as to avoid destruction, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briers — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, Despite the late hour, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
Having finally reached Phandalin, Sildar seems much more at ease.
“My friends,” he says, “let us secure lodgings. I’m told the local inn is very quaint. And we will need time to recuperate from our harrowing journey. I will meet you there in a little while.... And from there we can discuss more. And.. I can pay you for escorting me here. And in the morning.. we can take the supplies to where they need to go, and oyu can collect your other payment. How does this sound to you?" he asks.
Welcome to Phandalin
You are coming in from the Triboar Trail at the top.
With so much to do and prepare for Salazar just didn't have the time to even observe the wolf training. But eventually seeing the results in Ryner's nursing his hand on the way back to the cart, a resolved look briefly crosses his expression before focus shifts back towards readying the cart and oxen. Eventually, the group are on the road again. Although enraptured by Sildar's tale, and looking for a time eager to learn more, a scholarly spirit is dampened seeing the deeply thoughtful look on the paladin during the final stretch.
So much so, in fact, he merely nods his thanks for the tale before turning attention fully back on driving the last stretch. He pays only enough mind of children and townsfolk as necessary to keep from causing an accident. "... Hm? Y-yes. W-well. Truthfully, I would like to be rid of these goods sooner than later." The cleric confesses. But after a quick glance around, he half-heartedly chuckles to himself. "Though chances are the place we are c-closing, and in no position to take things. Though, I think I will sleep in the cart, if its all the same. To watch over our investment, you know? Or investments, I guess? Unless they let, uh, animal companions sleep indoors here? Hm.. So much.. to think about -- We'll just meet you back at the Inn, and see how things go." He eventually stammers out by the time the finally pull up to it.
(So, Ander's statement/last pose seemed to imply leaving out the next morning at the very least. So, the spoiler stuff is for then.)
Salazar tried to find the words as Ander's made clear his wishes. Was it his failings that drove the paladin away? The task at hand? Another divine insight passed down to the paladin? Or was this another test of Oghma through more circitous means? In the end, the many convoluted piles left him speechless, so he settled he could only nod numbly in easily mistakable understanding as Anders made to leave. As at least a parting gift, he helps as much as he can in finding out who the lion chest may belong to for Anders to turn in for the reward. For he agreed with Ryner, and would at least confirm what he wished to do with it if an owner is found.
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
(And Ryners gone radio silent again..... I'm sorry Ryner, but im gonna have to remove ya. 4 days since the last post, and no notice. I understand life happens but you gotta atleast say something..... anything. it takes 1 minute to log on, and let us know whats up. Luckily since I recruited 2... I wont need to recruit again. Mehmen, proceed as though Ryner vanished. I will have a post up soon.)
Overnight, as Salazar slept in the cart to guard the items, for fear of them being stolen or some-such, making the rest very uncomfortable, he would in fact have cricks in this entire body the next morning. At some point, Ryner slinked off into the night, slipping away from both the Paladin, and the Cleric. Perhaps he was called by his patron for some task, or perhaps he simple had had enough with nearly dying for a mere twenty gold, and felt it wasn't worth it.
The morning comes, and as the sun rises, Salazar and Anders have a somewhat emotional parting. It turns out that the chest belongs to the very place that the supplies were goign to be at anyway. And Anders nodding in affirmation, tells Salazar to keep the chest before departing. The town began to stir, slowly, shops were opening up, and everyone was going aobut their daily lives, as if the goblins and wolves had never existed. As if Klarg had never existed. Their mostly peaceful lives, continuing on, unabated.
The sweet smell of breakfast being made in the Inn began to waft into the air, the Inn also served as a small tavern and eatery, drawing in atleast a small crowd of people, mostly travelers passing through, but a few of the locals as well. Including a Gnome who looked to be a farmer, and a human who looked to be some form of gardener, but had the aura of a retired adventurer.
(Both new players may introduce themselves here if they wish!)
Somewhere in the gathering crowds, a cry of shock and alarm is raised. Followed immediately by the sounds of chatter. A gravelly, baritone voice is carried to your ears, "No no no, I promise you I am not with that lot. Look at my costume dear sir, do I look as though I live in a mound?"
A Goblin unlike most struts into view. Wearing a red cloth beret and bushy reddish sideburns. He wears a monocle that stays tucked neatly in a leather vest when not in use. A white silk shirt with a frilly neckline protrudes from beneath. He wears a long sword on his waist. He notices the group and approaches carefully while removing his beret.
"A wagon guarded by stalwart adventurers, set forth against the wilderness to deliver....something. Might you be the mighty few who took mercy on Klarg's tribe? My real name is forgotten but my old master used to call me 'Lark.' I've a cousin, distant might I add, in said tribe, he informs me that several intrepid conquerors were riding my way and should I feel the siren call of danger, that I should appeal to your sensibilities. Have you the need of one such as I? I am a master storyteller and poet. I know much of the histories of these lands, my master was a scholar and collector of strange things. I've even got a trick or two up my sleeve should the need arise. So, what say you? Ill take three quarters of a share of loot, just please get me out of this boring place."
He pauses a few moments and adds, "Don't be hasty though, it is no small undertaking bringing a Goblin along to be sure. I shall await your decision at the Shrine of Luck."
A female half elf with a weasel sitting on her shoulder looks at the group with growing interest. After a few more moments of contemplation she approaches the group and smiles. "Well then," she laughs, "That was an... interesting display. Of course, being loud like that is never a good thing. Draws to much attention. I'm Alynoa, by the way. Alynoa Hevitho," she holds her hand out to shake both of theirs.
Still reeling from the departure of Anders and the donning realization of Ryner's disappearance, a very defeated looking Salazar hardly took notice of the disturbance, and even less so of Lark for a while. He just kept staring off into the middle distance, digging a hand fitfully through his hair. Which either due to time or choice the evening prior, now drapped unbound by braid or band into a mid-chest length rivers of white.
But he does take notice. Eventually. And during the pause in speech stares hard at the goblin as if trying to suss out the meaning of its existence; there, in that place of all place, speaking of adventure and cousins. "... Stay."He states firmly as Lark turns to leave. "Please. Stay. If--" Whatever else he intended to say goes unspoken as Alynoa introduced herself. Although he tries to smile back, it fails to quite reach his eyes. But he does take her hand for a prompt shake and a nod. "Salazar. Salazar Falone. Former scholar and resident of Candlekeep, now seemingly the last of a former band guards." He grins sardonically, and if Lark had remained as request, gestures over to the goblin.
"Meet Lark. Local, by the sounds of it, and a scholar as well."There isn't even a trace of mocking in his words. It is hard to say if either lingering fatigue or a disheartened spirit had anything to do with it more, but at least the guard/scholar seemed sincere in the moment. "Cute creature. Weasel, right? Hn. Interesting... *clears throat*... While I do thank you for the warm welcome, unless you have a desire to do a bit good in the world, or at least earn some coin like this fellow here, I cannot spare the time for much small talk this morning. Do forgive me, Lady Alynoa." At that point point Salazar has hopped out the back of the cart to effect a bow to Alynoa; but, he only goes so far down due to pain in the back. Soon after, his stomach rumbles and elicits a sigh. "Speaking of business." Salazar holds up a hand to the others to hold a moment as he looks around the area for any sign of Ryner's wolf. If it should be still around, he makes a point of carefully approaching it with some dried jerky after whispering a short prayer for success under his breathe.
He pauses at the utterance of Salazar. Lark turns, "Thank you for your kindness. I can see in your eyes the torment of recent loss."
He takes a step back at the approach of Alynoa, giving her the floor. Lark bows curtly after Salazar introduces him, "A pleasure, madam. Although I would contest your declaration. As abjugate as it sounds coming from one like me, sometimes the best way to go unnoticed is to make people ignore you on purpose. Nay, but let me blather on forever, it seems our armored new friend here is searching for something..."
If the wolf does seem to be present, Lark would like to help Salazar by humming a little melody, "It reminds me of a warg I met many years ago."
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
Whether set at ease by caring for the wolf, or simply by the word kindness, Salazar nods solemnly at first before giving an appreciative smile. "Several losses, in fact. All over the course of a few days at that. The price of my failing to be more of what I'm suppose to be." On that mysterious note, he looks around one last time for Sildar. "At least it started to feel that way... Which is why your arrival, and that of Lady Alynoa was perhaps a godsend of a sort."
Taking a brief few seconds to pop his back, he continues in a more serious tone from his seat at the back of the cart or next to the wolf. "A few days ago, I and two others were assigned to deliver this cart to someone in this town. Believe their name was Barthens? Hm... Anyhow, to make a long story short, after completing the delivery of these goods here, I could use the help looking into my employer's disappearance. His guard should be around soon to explain things more clearly. But suffice to say, the job won't be an easy one, as it is something of a kidnapping case."
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
"I will be honest with you, my particular skills do not lend themselves much to combat. But I would be useful in a negotiation capacity should the need arise, also a couple coats of paint and I can be just another ugly gnome, wouldn't be the first time I have to become another person for my craft."
Lark pauses a few moments, "Is the warg coming with us? Bloody thing is likely to rip us to shreds before sundown tomorrow. I know I would be tired of your jerky and wanting something fresher. Old Lark probably looks like a roast suckling pig to this one. Well I suppose if you trust it, I will bend to your wisdom."
Lark will struggle to get on the wagon, briefly being dragged off balance by his longsword. He regains his composure and ends up sitting on the wagon with his feet dangling over the side.
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
"It certainly seems interesting," Alynoa nods, "And seeing as you certainly would have a hard enough time escorting it with only two people I'd be glad to help. What's the price for successful delivery?"
She inspects the cart with mild interest, before looking at Lark, "I hope you don't make a habit of drawing attention to yourself everywhere you go? Or is that how you act on a daily basis?"
"I cannot help it, Madam, people are drawn to talent. I have a keen ear and ready wit and am a natural magnet for such adoration, " Lark leans forwards conspiratorially, "And might I add while people revel with me, they will sometimes fail to notice you." He taps the side of his nose.
"Also I hope you do not harbor any day dreams about me singing and strumming lutes and the like," Lark looks wistfully into the sky and draws his shoulders back, "I prefer the quiet crackle of firelight and the subtle breaths that syncopate stories of heroic deeds; Poetic eddas dedicated to the acts of the gods when they were still mortals, that sort of thing."
He looks a little crestfallen as his attention comes back to the reality of the situation. "We will likely not be having quiet nights from here out. But maybe one day I will be telling our story." He smiles is big teethy grin and laughs with a sound like rain on an aluminum roof, tinny and wet.
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
(I'll update soon but yeah I almost replaced you rasec. Can't go radio silent :P just a quick pop into the OOC to say 'yo, shits happening, pilot me' otherwsie i can only assume you've abandoned the game :x)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
As Ander had promised to help Ryner with his wolf (and as a paladin would not break his word), can I give Ryner help as a parting gift? Relevant RP below:
'Kneeling at the side of the scarred wolf before the paladin's departure, Ander reaches out to rub the wild creature's ears if it allows... otherwise withdrawing his guantleted hand if it does not. Leaving a goodly sized portion of raw meat beside the beast as he stands to leave, the golden haired, armoured warrior murmers,'
"Your new master is kind. Just as he saved you and has given you a new chance in this world, I hope that you do likewise for him. May Lathander watch over you both."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Vassa Sunstar (half-drow bard) - Waterdeep Dragonheist
DM Ghosts of a Forgotten Land
DM Beyond the Bitter Shore
DM Echos of a Burning Crown
(i'll allow it. Recruitment will end this wednesday and about 8 people have put forth characters. Will be deciding then.)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(yah sorry TT-TT; also, many thanks Anders!)
Animal handling (with help): 5 & 9
(TT-TT)
(with help means 'advantage' i dont know how the other way works)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Despite the plaintiveness between the paladin, and Ryner, the wolf snaps at Ryner's hand, growling. obviously scared of the attention. Unsure of your intentions. It will still follow you for one more day but it will be wary, and unruly.
Ryner apparently handing off the blue tinted chest to Anders as a parting gift for saving their lives. Anders destiny was likely to be great. A shining example of Lathanders glory.... perhaps he would earn a title by the end of all this.
Salazar leads the cart towards Phandalin, the slow, steady rocking of the ground on the mostly even road, the only noises being the birds, the soft creaking and groaning of the laden cart, and whatever noises the group itself was making. The sun was high, the day had been long and was about to set by the time the group reached the edge of the town. From a distance it didn't look like much. It seemed at best to be a small, but growing village. It didn't look like anything special, aside from the large manor perched atop a hill that seemed to connect to the town.
Eventually the group makes it's way to the town proper, passing the gates, that are unguarded -
The rutted track emerges from a wooded hillside that was far enough away from the blaze that had engulfed the forest near the cave as to avoid destruction, and you catch your first glimpse of Phandalin. The town consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings, some built on old fieldstone foundations. More old ruins — crumbling stone walls covered in ivy and briers — surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past. Most of the newer buildings are set on the sides of the cart track, which widens into a muddy main street of sorts as it climbs toward a ruined manor house on a hillside at the east side of town.
As you approach, Despite the late hour, you see children playing on the town green and townsfolk tending to chores or running errands at shops. Many people look up as you approach, but all return to their business as you go by.
Having finally reached Phandalin, Sildar seems much more at ease.
“My friends,” he says, “let us secure lodgings. I’m told the local inn is very quaint. And we will need time to recuperate from our harrowing journey. I will meet you there in a little while.... And from there we can discuss more. And.. I can pay you for escorting me here. And in the morning.. we can take the supplies to where they need to go, and oyu can collect your other payment. How does this sound to you?" he asks.
Welcome to Phandalin
You are coming in from the Triboar Trail at the top.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
With so much to do and prepare for Salazar just didn't have the time to even observe the wolf training. But eventually seeing the results in Ryner's nursing his hand on the way back to the cart, a resolved look briefly crosses his expression before focus shifts back towards readying the cart and oxen. Eventually, the group are on the road again. Although enraptured by Sildar's tale, and looking for a time eager to learn more, a scholarly spirit is dampened seeing the deeply thoughtful look on the paladin during the final stretch.
So much so, in fact, he merely nods his thanks for the tale before turning attention fully back on driving the last stretch. He pays only enough mind of children and townsfolk as necessary to keep from causing an accident. "... Hm? Y-yes. W-well. Truthfully, I would like to be rid of these goods sooner than later." The cleric confesses. But after a quick glance around, he half-heartedly chuckles to himself. "Though chances are the place we are c-closing, and in no position to take things. Though, I think I will sleep in the cart, if its all the same. To watch over our investment, you know? Or investments, I guess? Unless they let, uh, animal companions sleep indoors here? Hm.. So much.. to think about -- We'll just meet you back at the Inn, and see how things go." He eventually stammers out by the time the finally pull up to it.
(So, Ander's statement/last pose seemed to imply leaving out the next morning at the very least. So, the spoiler stuff is for then.)
Salazar tried to find the words as Ander's made clear his wishes. Was it his failings that drove the paladin away? The task at hand? Another divine insight passed down to the paladin? Or was this another test of Oghma through more circitous means? In the end, the many convoluted piles left him speechless, so he settled he could only nod numbly in easily mistakable understanding as Anders made to leave. As at least a parting gift, he helps as much as he can in finding out who the lion chest may belong to for Anders to turn in for the reward. For he agreed with Ryner, and would at least confirm what he wished to do with it if an owner is found.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
(And Ryners gone radio silent again..... I'm sorry Ryner, but im gonna have to remove ya. 4 days since the last post, and no notice. I understand life happens but you gotta atleast say something..... anything. it takes 1 minute to log on, and let us know whats up. Luckily since I recruited 2... I wont need to recruit again. Mehmen, proceed as though Ryner vanished. I will have a post up soon.)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Overnight, as Salazar slept in the cart to guard the items, for fear of them being stolen or some-such, making the rest very uncomfortable, he would in fact have cricks in this entire body the next morning. At some point, Ryner slinked off into the night, slipping away from both the Paladin, and the Cleric. Perhaps he was called by his patron for some task, or perhaps he simple had had enough with nearly dying for a mere twenty gold, and felt it wasn't worth it.
The morning comes, and as the sun rises, Salazar and Anders have a somewhat emotional parting. It turns out that the chest belongs to the very place that the supplies were goign to be at anyway. And Anders nodding in affirmation, tells Salazar to keep the chest before departing. The town began to stir, slowly, shops were opening up, and everyone was going aobut their daily lives, as if the goblins and wolves had never existed. As if Klarg had never existed. Their mostly peaceful lives, continuing on, unabated.
The sweet smell of breakfast being made in the Inn began to waft into the air, the Inn also served as a small tavern and eatery, drawing in atleast a small crowd of people, mostly travelers passing through, but a few of the locals as well. Including a Gnome who looked to be a farmer, and a human who looked to be some form of gardener, but had the aura of a retired adventurer.
(Both new players may introduce themselves here if they wish!)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Somewhere in the gathering crowds, a cry of shock and alarm is raised. Followed immediately by the sounds of chatter. A gravelly, baritone voice is carried to your ears, "No no no, I promise you I am not with that lot. Look at my costume dear sir, do I look as though I live in a mound?"
A Goblin unlike most struts into view. Wearing a red cloth beret and bushy reddish sideburns. He wears a monocle that stays tucked neatly in a leather vest when not in use. A white silk shirt with a frilly neckline protrudes from beneath. He wears a long sword on his waist. He notices the group and approaches carefully while removing his beret.
"A wagon guarded by stalwart adventurers, set forth against the wilderness to deliver....something. Might you be the mighty few who took mercy on Klarg's tribe? My real name is forgotten but my old master used to call me 'Lark.' I've a cousin, distant might I add, in said tribe, he informs me that several intrepid conquerors were riding my way and should I feel the siren call of danger, that I should appeal to your sensibilities. Have you the need of one such as I? I am a master storyteller and poet. I know much of the histories of these lands, my master was a scholar and collector of strange things. I've even got a trick or two up my sleeve should the need arise. So, what say you? Ill take three quarters of a share of loot, just please get me out of this boring place."
He pauses a few moments and adds, "Don't be hasty though, it is no small undertaking bringing a Goblin along to be sure. I shall await your decision at the Shrine of Luck."
He then bows, curtly, and departs from the inn.
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
A female half elf with a weasel sitting on her shoulder looks at the group with growing interest. After a few more moments of contemplation she approaches the group and smiles. "Well then," she laughs, "That was an... interesting display. Of course, being loud like that is never a good thing. Draws to much attention. I'm Alynoa, by the way. Alynoa Hevitho," she holds her hand out to shake both of theirs.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
(waiting on salazars post)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(Sorry for the delay.)
Still reeling from the departure of Anders and the donning realization of Ryner's disappearance, a very defeated looking Salazar hardly took notice of the disturbance, and even less so of Lark for a while. He just kept staring off into the middle distance, digging a hand fitfully through his hair. Which either due to time or choice the evening prior, now drapped unbound by braid or band into a mid-chest length rivers of white.
But he does take notice. Eventually. And during the pause in speech stares hard at the goblin as if trying to suss out the meaning of its existence; there, in that place of all place, speaking of adventure and cousins. "... Stay." He states firmly as Lark turns to leave. "Please. Stay. If--" Whatever else he intended to say goes unspoken as Alynoa introduced herself. Although he tries to smile back, it fails to quite reach his eyes. But he does take her hand for a prompt shake and a nod. "Salazar. Salazar Falone. Former scholar and resident of Candlekeep, now seemingly the last of a former band guards." He grins sardonically, and if Lark had remained as request, gestures over to the goblin.
"Meet Lark. Local, by the sounds of it, and a scholar as well." There isn't even a trace of mocking in his words. It is hard to say if either lingering fatigue or a disheartened spirit had anything to do with it more, but at least the guard/scholar seemed sincere in the moment. "Cute creature. Weasel, right? Hn. Interesting... *clears throat*... While I do thank you for the warm welcome, unless you have a desire to do a bit good in the world, or at least earn some coin like this fellow here, I cannot spare the time for much small talk this morning. Do forgive me, Lady Alynoa." At that point point Salazar has hopped out the back of the cart to effect a bow to Alynoa; but, he only goes so far down due to pain in the back. Soon after, his stomach rumbles and elicits a sigh. "Speaking of business." Salazar holds up a hand to the others to hold a moment as he looks around the area for any sign of Ryner's wolf. If it should be still around, he makes a point of carefully approaching it with some dried jerky after whispering a short prayer for success under his breathe.
Animal Handling: (1)14.
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
He pauses at the utterance of Salazar. Lark turns, "Thank you for your kindness. I can see in your eyes the torment of recent loss."
He takes a step back at the approach of Alynoa, giving her the floor. Lark bows curtly after Salazar introduces him, "A pleasure, madam. Although I would contest your declaration. As abjugate as it sounds coming from one like me, sometimes the best way to go unnoticed is to make people ignore you on purpose. Nay, but let me blather on forever, it seems our armored new friend here is searching for something..."
If the wolf does seem to be present, Lark would like to help Salazar by humming a little melody, "It reminds me of a warg I met many years ago."
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
Advantage Roll(if applicable): 12 plus one from the guidance earlier.
(Hah! I did one point better!)
Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Nobody - [Feral-Tiefling]Wizard/Sorcerer - War/Draconic (HoTDQ)
Jack Vicvan - [Eladrin]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Dreams/Archfey
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Hiatus:
Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Whether set at ease by caring for the wolf, or simply by the word kindness, Salazar nods solemnly at first before giving an appreciative smile. "Several losses, in fact. All over the course of a few days at that. The price of my failing to be more of what I'm suppose to be." On that mysterious note, he looks around one last time for Sildar. "At least it started to feel that way... Which is why your arrival, and that of Lady Alynoa was perhaps a godsend of a sort."
Taking a brief few seconds to pop his back, he continues in a more serious tone from his seat at the back of the cart or next to the wolf. "A few days ago, I and two others were assigned to deliver this cart to someone in this town. Believe their name was Barthens? Hm... Anyhow, to make a long story short, after completing the delivery of these goods here, I could use the help looking into my employer's disappearance. His guard should be around soon to explain things more clearly. But suffice to say, the job won't be an easy one, as it is something of a kidnapping case."
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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
"I will be honest with you, my particular skills do not lend themselves much to combat. But I would be useful in a negotiation capacity should the need arise, also a couple coats of paint and I can be just another ugly gnome, wouldn't be the first time I have to become another person for my craft."
Lark pauses a few moments, "Is the warg coming with us? Bloody thing is likely to rip us to shreds before sundown tomorrow. I know I would be tired of your jerky and wanting something fresher. Old Lark probably looks like a roast suckling pig to this one. Well I suppose if you trust it, I will bend to your wisdom."
Lark will struggle to get on the wagon, briefly being dragged off balance by his longsword. He regains his composure and ends up sitting on the wagon with his feet dangling over the side.
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)
"It certainly seems interesting," Alynoa nods, "And seeing as you certainly would have a hard enough time escorting it with only two people I'd be glad to help. What's the price for successful delivery?"
She inspects the cart with mild interest, before looking at Lark, "I hope you don't make a habit of drawing attention to yourself everywhere you go? Or is that how you act on a daily basis?"
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
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Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
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Occassional Dungeon Master.
"I cannot help it, Madam, people are drawn to talent. I have a keen ear and ready wit and am a natural magnet for such adoration, " Lark leans forwards conspiratorially, "And might I add while people revel with me, they will sometimes fail to notice you." He taps the side of his nose.
"Also I hope you do not harbor any day dreams about me singing and strumming lutes and the like," Lark looks wistfully into the sky and draws his shoulders back, "I prefer the quiet crackle of firelight and the subtle breaths that syncopate stories of heroic deeds; Poetic eddas dedicated to the acts of the gods when they were still mortals, that sort of thing."
He looks a little crestfallen as his attention comes back to the reality of the situation. "We will likely not be having quiet nights from here out. But maybe one day I will be telling our story." He smiles is big teethy grin and laughs with a sound like rain on an aluminum roof, tinny and wet.
Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
DM- Sunless Citadel PbP// Waterdeep Dragon Heist (IRL F2F)// Adventurers League (F2F LGS)