A lean and balding human male shopkeeper of fifty years with a kindly manner seems to shuffle about the store, though once Salazar enters, he is immediately greeted W-Why hello there! Welcome to Barthens Provisions! I'm Elmar Barthen. It's a pleasure make your acquaintance Mr..... he says, waiting for Salazar to introduce himself, before continuing. How can we be of service to you today? We don't sell any weapons, but we do have supplies for those seeking to travel!
He employs a couple of young clerks O-oh and these are my apprentices, Ander and Thistle! They help me around the store when I can't be here. Please, don't hesitate to ask for anything!
"Salazar. Salazar Falone of Candlekeep."Salazar bows formally at least part way at the waist to Barthen and smiles. " And the pleasure is all mines."He respectfully listens, and where appropriate bows in a similar fashion to the clerks. "Pleasure to meet you all. As it is equally my pleasure to inform you that I deliver for you. One involving a Gundrun Rockseeker? If you or your clerks here would like to inspect shipment, its right out front." He says, thumbing back to the door.
"We -- I -- hmn... Another chest had been recovered as well from a lost shipment on our way to Phandalin bearing a lion crest on it. I was hoping maybe you can confirm its veracity as being meant for here as well."He lets the words sink in a moment before holding up a finger, "That all said, I... also have some bad news, as well. But.. it can perhaps wait until after the inspection."
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
Lark makes his way out of the tavern, seeking people who seem to stand out just a bit more than the average everyman. However, his attempts to speak with most everyone fall on deaf ears, as just seeing him scares most of the townsfolk away just as he'd begin to speak. Somehow, Larks luck with words since he arrived here seemed to be cursed (by nat 1's) But some souls were hardier of spirit.
As lark made his way 7 towards the town-masters hall, after having been shunned by most of the populace. He walked in on Sildar and Presumably the townmaster himself.
The townmaster’s hall has sturdy stone walls, a pitched wooden roof, and a bell tower at the back. Posted on a board next to the front door is a notice written in Common. It reads: REWARD — Orcs near Wyvern Tor!Those of a mind to face the orc menace should inquire within. The notice bears the town’s seal and an indecipherable signature.
The townmaster was a Male human, a fat, pompous old fool. Stuttering anf flustering about as he spoke, what would appear to be, cordially with Sildar, for the most part. As you enter, Sildar smiles, welcoming oyu. At first the townmaster seems incredulous Did you not just inform me you had been attacked by goblins and yet you welcome one who walks in with such open arms?! Are you daft? Poppycock Whatever. If Sildar vouches for you then I will simply blame him if you cause trouble. Indeed I did Harbin. But I made the same mistake as you when first meeting him. Mister Lark, I was just discussing Cragmaw with the townmaster. It appears he has heard of it, and has even given me a rather crude map that you can use to find it. He does however say he has a condition. He wants you to deal with a band of orcs that have been attacking a nearby area before he is willing to give up it. I've also found out from him that there is a small gang terrorizing this town T-They're not really a threat at all.. I assure you we have the situation under control!
That's now how it sounded when you told me a moment ago. Quit trying to save face.
Lark bows curtly during the introduction.
"Master Harbin, the pleasure is immeasurable. I was just touring your fine city, magnificent. Shame it seems to constantly be under threat. Such is the way of cities I suppose. And you needn't worry about my being trouble sir. The only trouble is how much more mundane things are in my absence," The bag of gravel sound of Larks laugh fills the room.
He takes the map and unfurls it, puts on his monocle and studies it intently before rolling it back up and placing it in his pack.
"Orcs you say? Are these the same from the bill board there? Wyvern Tor, yes I saw it from the Triboar. I can not accept this quest first without consulting with the others of my coterie, " He replaces his monocle in his vest pocket. "But you have my recommendation, Sir. Now what's this about a gang? I will need more information before my cognitive abilities can properly manifest."
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
Alonoa makes her purchase, and proceeds with her games. Winning some, losing others. Coming out a little better, and winning a total of 10 GP!
Salazar
Looking at the goods through the window, he nods expectantly Ah, I see! Mr Rockseekers shipment finally came in hmm? A bit late but I'm sure you were delayed by the wintry weather. It IS chilly outside. I will have my apprentices look it over and confirm it. But what bad news do you bring praytell? he asks, looking concernedly, even as he hands you the 20 gold promised, assuming that you were the only person on the job.
The apprentices rush outside to begin inventory.
At some point during the conversation the apprentices come back, saying Everytings in ordah sah. And that blue chest looks like it belong to the Lionshield Costah down the weah. Prolly belongs to them. We can't take it, but it's light enough you should be able ta carry it yeah? here ya go.. they say, handing the chest to Salazar.
Lark
Mm, Indeed.. thank you for your concern of my little town. It used to be much greater, though I'm sure Sildar already told you. If not I'm sure he will, or one of your companions. B-But really, you needn't concern yourself with the redbrands.. his voice caught in his throat as he slipped up.Sildar picking up where he left off He has more trust in me due to my factions bearing little Lark. I will explain in his stead. Apparently, a group of ruffians calling themselves the Redbrands have moved into town. And due to the severe lack of guards or policing, they've made a stranglehold on the city, though no one knows where their base is that the Townmaster has been able to find. Which means an Investigation for this also may be in order.
As Lark continues, Uh, yes, the same ones as the billboard. But no one has taken up the call so far. I would be in your debt if you could solve this issue for us, though I am sure as you just said you need to consult your protege was it? whatever you know what I mean. Here.. I've written the details on this paper, so that you don't have to come back just to ask how where or why.
Looking at the goods through the window, he nods expectantly Ah, I see! Mr Rockseekers shipment finally came in hmm? A bit late but I'm sure you were delayed by the wintry weather. It IS chilly outside. I will have my apprentices look it over and confirm it. But what bad news do you bring praytell? he asks, looking concernedly, even as he hands you the 20 gold promised, assuming that you were the only person on the job.
The apprentices rush outside to begin inventory.
At some point during the conversation the apprentices come back, saying Everytings in ordah sah. And that blue chest looks like it belong to the Lionshield Costah down the weah. Prolly belongs to them. We can't take it, but it's light enough you should be able ta carry it yeah? here ya go.. they say, handing the chest to Salazar.
The look from Barthen only makes the scholar's conflicted feelings more visible. Taking one more steadying breathe, Salazar meets him eye to eye. "The first is less bad news for either you or myself, but I am uncertain if I should take all the coin here. Three were hired for the job. And of those three, one... perished in an accident. And another fled in the night upon arriving here. For what reason, I do not know. But it is a fair assumption that... Mr. Ryner won't be coming back."
At that point he starts to pull out at least six gold coin expecting to hand back the rest. Even if twenty had been promised to each individuals, Salazar still had self-conscious look about him. But if pressed to keep it all, he accepts with little further wordless complaint. "The other thing is about Mr. Rockseeker. On the way here we found his traveling compatriot, a sir Sildar, captured by... an unexpected foes. Though we rescued him, we learned that Gundrun had already been moved elsewhere. Apparently the ambush had been intentionally meant for him. Though for what reason exactly, we have yet to discover. But we did learn of a cragma--" The rest dies in his throat as the apprentices return for their report.
More flabbergasted than anything, he quietly accepts the burden with a nod, and if possible to do so comfortably shuffles it under an arm. Even if not, he turns back to Barthen after to add, "Where was I? .. Right. Cragmaw castle. Do you know of it, and where it may be located? Or who -- if any -- would want to capture Mr. Rockseeker. Anything you can tell me would be greatly appreciated, Mr. Barthen."
Mm, Indeed.. thank you for your concern of my little town. It used to be much greater, though I'm sure Sildar already told you. If not I'm sure he will, or one of your companions. B-But really, you needn't concern yourself with the redbrands.. his voice caught in his throat as he slipped up.Sildar picking up where he left off He has more trust in me due to my factions bearing little Lark. I will explain in his stead. Apparently, a group of ruffians calling themselves the Redbrands have moved into town. And due to the severe lack of guards or policing, they've made a stranglehold on the city, though no one knows where their base is that the Townmaster has been able to find. Which means an Investigation for this also may be in order.
As Lark continues, Uh, yes, the same ones as the billboard. But no one has taken up the call so far. I would be in your debt if you could solve this issue for us, though I am sure as you just said you need to consult your protege was it? whatever you know what I mean. Here.. I've written the details on this paper, so that you don't have to come back just to ask how where or why.
"Thank you good sir, your brevity is much appreciated," Lark takes the paper from Harbin and tuck it neatly away in his vest pocket without reading it.
"Now about your Redbrand problem, what sort of perplexities are they about, hmm? I will do my due diligence but honestly if they are specializing in some scheme or another 'twould greatly reduce my time wasted if you would come clean and stop being so coy, Master Harbin. Any transgressions are surely not a reflection on you, sir." Persuasion20
If Harbin wishes to share details of the Redbrands transgressions, he will note them specifically. Otherwise:
"Very well, I am sure the two of you have matters to discuss that are not for ears such as mine. I take my leave from you, Masters Harbin and Sildar."
Barthen shook his head and pushed the money back into Salazars hand Honest pay for honest work. I will not be called a cheat, even if it was by your own volition. the man says, offering you a platonic wink. Besides, it seems as though you've had quite the experience, based on the tale you just wove. his expression darkens at the though of his friend being captured. but with a resignated sigh, presses on That is unfortunate. I wish I could do something about it personally but my adventuring days are done, and unlike an elf, I do not remain a warrior my entire life. Gundren... had been quite excited. This town used the be the center of power, believe it or not. Gundren was claiming he had found the Phandelvers scroll? Pact? Something that sound like it would be on parchment. That or atleast where it might be located. I don't know the validity, but if it's true, it could bring this place back to life. While I don't know all the details, the general history is, this place used to be where gnomes, dwarves and a few other races united over a source of some tremendous power, leading to the rise of this city, until, of course.. it's fall.
And I have never heard of this Crack-Small Castle... the nearest castle I know of is in one of the major kingdom cities. And none of them sound so un-civilized. Btut perhaps someoen knew of his discovery and wished to thwart it.. or.. claim it for themselves? But thank you for Rescuing Sildar. I am sure he greives unnoticed. Gundren is or was a dear friend to him as well, but he is such a knight that duty likely compels him to stay.
Lark
Harbin swallows. Hard. Looking around nervously. He seems to speak a little louder than nessecary. I-I'm afraid i don't know any more than our friend Sildar has told you. So please stop asking such foolish questions! at which point the man collapsed to his knees, his hands clasping onto larks shoulders and a tear he was unable to hold back straining down his cheek. Whispering as quietly as possible S-sir... they have my wife. If I speak overmuch they will kill her. You must understand. They are little more than a band of ruffians led but some Spider-man, if the rumors are true. But because there are no guards here to keep the peace, they are in every part of the city, but I know nothign beyond that, I have been too afraid to investigate......And that's enough questions.. GOBLIN FILTH. the man looked at you one last time. Hoping his faux had gotten the point across. Sildar Sighing at the display.
Alynoa
((OOC - Sorry Alynoa, I can only respond to whats written. This is a recurring problem in my Group B of this, is they'll hve all sorts of internal banter, inter-character roleplay, and it's amazing and fun to read, but they continue to not state actions, and as the DM I can't act on an action that isn't happening, outside of just throwing enemies at them. Thats why your response was so short while Salazar and Lark got two quite full replies.
To clarify, you said you sought a shop, and arm wrestled. I can act on those, but I have no idea what you wish yo do after that, and I don't like to force character interactions. I want you to explore, and find. So try this. When you do something, try to include either what you will or might do after, or situational. A situational is like "if the man punches me, I punch him back. if he doesn't I don't" as a super simplified one.
The more you give me to work with, the greater fabric I can weave~!))
Harbin swallows. Hard. Looking around nervously. He seems to speak a little louder than nessecary. I-I'm afraid i don't know any more than our friend Sildar has told you. So please stop asking such foolish questions! at which point the man collapsed to his knees, his hands clasping onto larks shoulders and a tear he was unable to hold back straining down his cheek. Whispering as quietly as possible S-sir... they have my wife. If I speak overmuch they will kill her. You must understand. They are little more than a band of ruffians led but some Spider-man, if the rumors are true. But because there are no guards here to keep the peace, they are in every part of the city, but I know nothign beyond that, I have been too afraid to investigate......And that's enough questions.. GOBLIN FILTH. the man looked at you one last time. Hoping his faux had gotten the point across. Sildar Sighing at the display.
Lark is taking aback a bit by the display. He actually, grimaces and pulls slightly back when Harbin grasps his shoulders. (I imagine that on his knees, we are about the same height)
After the 'Goblin Filth' bit, Larks adds, before taking his leave as previously noted,
"You obstreperous old fool, you have yet to see my filthy side."
He captures Harbin's eye as he bows his exit, though, and gives a knowing wink. Lark will then make his way back to the Inn to share the information he gathered with the group. If the others have not returned yet:
Lark changes into regular clothing and tucks his ears under his beret. He waves his hands in front of his face and mumbles an ancient verse, the Disguise Self takes effect and as Lark pulls his hands away, he appears to be a middle aged Gnome with red sideburns. "Fillistrom Wunderkundoodle, at your service," He practices. And he heads out into the town for an hour (spells duration) during which he will put feelers out for the Redbrands, letting it be known that he has some information for them.
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Lark- Goblin Bard 2- Lost Mines Gr-A/ AC 13 HP 15, passive perception 11
Barthen shook his head and pushed the money back into Salazars hand Honest pay for honest work. I will not be called a cheat, even if it was by your own volition. the man says, offering you a platonic wink. Besides, it seems as though you've had quite the experience, based on the tale you just wove. his expression darkens at the though of his friend being captured. but with a resignated sigh, presses on That is unfortunate. I wish I could do something about it personally but my adventuring days are done, and unlike an elf, I do not remain a warrior my entire life. Gundren... had been quite excited. This town used the be the center of power, believe it or not. Gundren was claiming he had found the Phandelvers scroll? Pact? Something that sound like it would be on parchment. That or atleast where it might be located. I don't know the validity, but if it's true, it could bring this place back to life. While I don't know all the details, the general history is, this place used to be where gnomes, dwarves and a few other races united over a source of some tremendous power, leading to the rise of this city, until, of course.. it's fall.
And I have never heard of this Crack-Small Castle... the nearest castle I know of is in one of the major kingdom cities. And none of them sound so un-civilized. Btut perhaps someoen knew of his discovery and wished to thwart it.. or.. claim it for themselves? But thank you for Rescuing Sildar. I am sure he greives unnoticed. Gundren is or was a dear friend to him as well, but he is such a knight that duty likely compels him to stay.
Aside from a pained smile over the mispronouced name, Gundrun left Salazar looking thoughtful at one point. "It would further back what was already suspected and known. I would ask around further about the history of this pact, and who might have an interest in it." He admits, and after a "hmm" in thought, bows as much as the box in hand allowed before making ready to leave.
"When next I see him, I will be sure to pass on the sentiment. I know at least his other reasoning for coming involved finding an acquaintance of some sort. An Iarno.. Sta.. no... Just Iarno. Think it might've slipped in mind to provide surname, I suppose."He smiles sheepishly. "Thank you again for everything. If you hear anything more, or thinking of other contacts to Mr. Gundrun in town, me and a few others working the case -- as it were -- will be staying at the Stonehill Inn for at least the next couple days. Until then."He lingers only long enough for any last words before taking his leave as directed to the Lionshield Coster feeling a bit hurried after the delay. If he sees what look to be possibly a temple or library of some sort along the way, he makes a mental note of it to stop by after the last delivery.
Aside from setting it down to knock and wait if necessary, the scholar keeps chest on hand and steps on inside, calling out for an owner to the establishment if someone is not already visible upon entry into the building.
Alonoa makes her purchase, and proceeds with her games. Winning some, losing others. Coming out a little better, and winning a total of 10 GP!
Alonoa smiles and pockets the gold, chuckling to herself as she begins her hunt for the temple Salazar had mentioned wanting to locate. They'd never mentioned where exactly it was, but she figured that it couldn't be to hard in a town that wasn't too large. After a while of looking around and approaches the nearest group of citizens, "Excuse me," she begins, "I was supposed to meet a friend of mine at the temple, but I'm a bit lost, would you mind pointing me in the right direction?" She puts her hands in the pockets of her coat and looks at them with extreme interest, like whatever they say to her will be the best thing she ever hears.
The Townmaster continues to blubber, masking it all as insults towards your race, but a mix of relief and fear (as you could succeed or fail) washes over his face.
Salazar
He looked a bit confused at the name, clearly Iarno didn't ring any bells, atleast none that he could place. I'm afraid not, the name doesn't sound familiar. But .. thank you for telling me, and for keeping an .. or continuing to try to help my friend I should say. I have to stay here, I'm as much bound by this store as He is by duty. Good luck Master Salazar. Please.. return safe.
Everyone waving farewell to Salazar before gettign about their busy business before one shouts By the way.. this aint our cart.... so.. when were done offloading... its yours ifn ya want it!
Regardless of what Salazar does in response, as he continues on He see's a shrine, as he heads towards the Coster. Phandalin’s only temple is a small shrine made of stones taken from the nearby ruins. It is dedicated to Tymora, goddess of luck and good fortune. Sittign next to it is its caretaker. A beautiful young elf, who looks fierce and passionate, with red, shining hair, and a single mole just under her left eye, Passionate Emerald. She seems a bit upset about something, looking around trying to find someone who notices... but aside from this, no Libraries are visible, this town isn't.. 'large' or 'important' enough for such a place of knowledge.
Alynoa
Alynoa begins asking random people and no on seems opposed to helping her, they all point towards the shrine that Salazar had just passed a few minutes before. As Alynoa approached it, the elf saw that she was heading straight for her, her emerald eyes perked up Oh thank goodness! Finally! Someone has come to me! My prayers to Tymora have not gone unanswered! Takign Alynoa's hand, she clasps it between both of her own Oh thank you so much! I've had quite the quandry... I was tasked with finding out the secrets of this spellbook, but between the town bullies, and ... my own ineptitude, I have failed. Oh, will you please help me?
La-- Fillistrom made his way down, the Innkeeper looking a bit shocked, as someone he didn't recognize came out of the room area.. When did he..? the gnome walking out and perusing the town as it really began to bustle. Whispers and shouts, children at play, the sun warming against the cold snow, providing some comfort to the skin that was bare. Though Lark found most of the whispers were normal, as if nothing were amiss. Eventually though, as lark continues listening, and occasionally asking, a man in ragged leather clothing walks up and says H-hey.. I hear you've been asking about the problems in town.... Quick.. if you come here, I can talk, but we can't talk in public... they're disguised as some of the citizens!
After which, he would motion for oyu to follow him behind several of the buildings to a discrete location.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Lark (as Fillistrom) will turn his insightful powers(13) towards the man who approached him. Regardless of Lark's deductions, he will follow the man into the alley. While doing so he will palm a dagger from his belt and carry it flat against the back of his forearm. sleight of hand6
"Now that we are alone, what can you tell me about the Redbrands, I need to speak with them."
Lark stands at ease, but wary, with his arms behind his back. Hopefully, concealing his dagger.
(OOC: How much time has elapsed on the Disguise Self?)
He looked a bit confused at the name, clearly Iarno didn't ring any bells, atleast none that he could place. I'm afraid not, the name doesn't sound familiar. But .. thank you for telling me, and for keeping an .. or continuing to try to help my friend I should say. I have to stay here, I'm as much bound by this store as He is by duty. Good luck Master Salazar. Please.. return safe.
Everyone waving farewell to Salazar before gettign about their busy business before one shouts By the way.. this aint our cart.... so.. when were done offloading... its yours ifn ya want it!
Regardless of what Salazar does in response, as he continues on He see's a shrine, as he heads towards the Coster. Phandalin’s only temple is a small shrine made of stones taken from the nearby ruins. It is dedicated to Tymora, goddess of luck and good fortune. Sittign next to it is its caretaker. A beautiful young elf, who looks fierce and passionate, with red, shining hair, and a single mole just under her left eye, Passionate Emerald. She seems a bit upset about something, looking around trying to find someone who notices... but aside from this, no Libraries are visible, this town isn't.. 'large' or 'important' enough for such a place of knowledge.
"I can only promise to try, Mister Barthen."He smiles sheepishly. "And I may be back sooner for other supplies depending on how things go."On that final word, he bowed one last time to Barthen before making his way out. A polite wave is returned to others on the way out. The shout gives him a start. Which in his embarrassment he tries to hide in some 'cool guy' pose; one preferably designed not to drop the chest on a foot.
"Eh? Really now? I suppose it to.. huh.. U-uh--"He takes a few seconds to see if they would be done in the next minute or two. Because waiting to use it instead for his next delivery would be no problem then. But if it won't, he says, "I'll be back for it after this delivery."Either which way things go, Salazar picks up the pace in hopes of not troubling Barthen and his crew overly much. There was still the matter of meeting up with the others as well!
Missing the temple at first as a result, the scholar would've blissfully kept moving until the troubled look of the elven woman sunk into mind. In spite of every worry to turn back, seeing in the initial glance back a familiar elven figure make her way over sets Salazar back at ease. So, aside from a hurried wave in passing, the scholar's attention returns to his original destination. Upon arrival he knocks on the door unless fairly certain of it being a shop instead. In which case, he steps inside if unlocked, calling about having a delivery.
(Going forward. Unless the exchange is something that I want to keep hidden, or would not be something paraphrased back to the party, I'm just going to put in bold after a sentence any language Salazar speaks that isn't default common.)
Alynoa begins asking random people and no on seems opposed to helping her, they all point towards the shrine that Salazar had just passed a few minutes before. As Alynoa approached it, the elf saw that she was heading straight for her, her emerald eyes perked up Oh thank goodness! Finally! Someone has come to me! My prayers to Tymora have not gone unanswered! Takign Alynoa's hand, she clasps it between both of her own Oh thank you so much! I've had quite the quandry... I was tasked with finding out the secrets of this spellbook, but between the town bullies, and ... my own ineptitude, I have failed. Oh, will you please help me?
Alynoa tries to hide her surprise as the elf shakes her hand, "Oh, of course. You wanted help with a spellbook." She wasn't sure what was happening but she just decided to go along with it. "Spellbooks are my specialty of course. What seems to be the trouble with it? And who's troubling you?" Alynoa pulls out her own spellbook in an attempt to look like she was supposed to be there at that moment.
She also flashes a pleasant smile when she sees Salazar when he arrives. "I found the temple you were looking for."
(My apologies. I've only been reading reactions to Sal's thing. I'll be editing it shortly, but please feel free to ignore that last tid bit about his interaction with the elf if he's likely to see Alynoa headed towards the temple/elf in passing)
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Yog - [Tortle]Druid/Warlock - Circle of Stars/Celestial (Libretalia)
"Salazar. Salazar Falone of Candlekeep." Salazar bows formally at least part way at the waist to Barthen and smiles. " And the pleasure is all mines." He respectfully listens, and where appropriate bows in a similar fashion to the clerks. "Pleasure to meet you all. As it is equally my pleasure to inform you that I deliver for you. One involving a Gundrun Rockseeker? If you or your clerks here would like to inspect shipment, its right out front." He says, thumbing back to the door.
"We -- I -- hmn... Another chest had been recovered as well from a lost shipment on our way to Phandalin bearing a lion crest on it. I was hoping maybe you can confirm its veracity as being meant for here as well." He lets the words sink in a moment before holding up a finger, "That all said, I... also have some bad news, as well. But.. it can perhaps wait until after the inspection."
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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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Lark bows curtly during the introduction.
"Master Harbin, the pleasure is immeasurable. I was just touring your fine city, magnificent. Shame it seems to constantly be under threat. Such is the way of cities I suppose. And you needn't worry about my being trouble sir. The only trouble is how much more mundane things are in my absence," The bag of gravel sound of Larks laugh fills the room.
He takes the map and unfurls it, puts on his monocle and studies it intently before rolling it back up and placing it in his pack.
"Orcs you say? Are these the same from the bill board there? Wyvern Tor, yes I saw it from the Triboar. I can not accept this quest first without consulting with the others of my coterie, " He replaces his monocle in his vest pocket. "But you have my recommendation, Sir. Now what's this about a gang? I will need more information before my cognitive abilities can properly manifest."
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)
Alynoa
Alonoa makes her purchase, and proceeds with her games. Winning some, losing others. Coming out a little better, and winning a total of 10 GP!
Salazar
Looking at the goods through the window, he nods expectantly Ah, I see! Mr Rockseekers shipment finally came in hmm? A bit late but I'm sure you were delayed by the wintry weather. It IS chilly outside. I will have my apprentices look it over and confirm it. But what bad news do you bring praytell? he asks, looking concernedly, even as he hands you the 20 gold promised, assuming that you were the only person on the job.
The apprentices rush outside to begin inventory.
At some point during the conversation the apprentices come back, saying Everytings in ordah sah. And that blue chest looks like it belong to the Lionshield Costah down the weah. Prolly belongs to them. We can't take it, but it's light enough you should be able ta carry it yeah? here ya go.. they say, handing the chest to Salazar.
Lark
Mm, Indeed.. thank you for your concern of my little town. It used to be much greater, though I'm sure Sildar already told you. If not I'm sure he will, or one of your companions. B-But really, you needn't concern yourself with the redbrands.. his voice caught in his throat as he slipped up.Sildar picking up where he left off He has more trust in me due to my factions bearing little Lark. I will explain in his stead. Apparently, a group of ruffians calling themselves the Redbrands have moved into town. And due to the severe lack of guards or policing, they've made a stranglehold on the city, though no one knows where their base is that the Townmaster has been able to find. Which means an Investigation for this also may be in order.
As Lark continues, Uh, yes, the same ones as the billboard. But no one has taken up the call so far. I would be in your debt if you could solve this issue for us, though I am sure as you just said you need to consult your protege was it? whatever you know what I mean. Here.. I've written the details on this paper, so that you don't have to come back just to ask how where or why.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
The look from Barthen only makes the scholar's conflicted feelings more visible. Taking one more steadying breathe, Salazar meets him eye to eye. "The first is less bad news for either you or myself, but I am uncertain if I should take all the coin here. Three were hired for the job. And of those three, one... perished in an accident. And another fled in the night upon arriving here. For what reason, I do not know. But it is a fair assumption that... Mr. Ryner won't be coming back."
At that point he starts to pull out at least six gold coin expecting to hand back the rest. Even if twenty had been promised to each individuals, Salazar still had self-conscious look about him. But if pressed to keep it all, he accepts with little further wordless complaint. "The other thing is about Mr. Rockseeker. On the way here we found his traveling compatriot, a sir Sildar, captured by... an unexpected foes. Though we rescued him, we learned that Gundrun had already been moved elsewhere. Apparently the ambush had been intentionally meant for him. Though for what reason exactly, we have yet to discover. But we did learn of a cragma--" The rest dies in his throat as the apprentices return for their report.
More flabbergasted than anything, he quietly accepts the burden with a nod, and if possible to do so comfortably shuffles it under an arm. Even if not, he turns back to Barthen after to add, "Where was I? .. Right. Cragmaw castle. Do you know of it, and where it may be located? Or who -- if any -- would want to capture Mr. Rockseeker. Anything you can tell me would be greatly appreciated, Mr. Barthen."
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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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
"Thank you good sir, your brevity is much appreciated," Lark takes the paper from Harbin and tuck it neatly away in his vest pocket without reading it.
"Now about your Redbrand problem, what sort of perplexities are they about, hmm? I will do my due diligence but honestly if they are specializing in some scheme or another 'twould greatly reduce my time wasted if you would come clean and stop being so coy, Master Harbin. Any transgressions are surely not a reflection on you, sir." Persuasion 20
If Harbin wishes to share details of the Redbrands transgressions, he will note them specifically. Otherwise:
"Very well, I am sure the two of you have matters to discuss that are not for ears such as mine. I take my leave from you, Masters Harbin and Sildar."
With that, Lark bows and departs the building.
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)
Salazar
Barthen shook his head and pushed the money back into Salazars hand Honest pay for honest work. I will not be called a cheat, even if it was by your own volition. the man says, offering you a platonic wink. Besides, it seems as though you've had quite the experience, based on the tale you just wove. his expression darkens at the though of his friend being captured. but with a resignated sigh, presses on That is unfortunate. I wish I could do something about it personally but my adventuring days are done, and unlike an elf, I do not remain a warrior my entire life. Gundren... had been quite excited. This town used the be the center of power, believe it or not. Gundren was claiming he had found the Phandelvers scroll? Pact? Something that sound like it would be on parchment. That or atleast where it might be located. I don't know the validity, but if it's true, it could bring this place back to life. While I don't know all the details, the general history is, this place used to be where gnomes, dwarves and a few other races united over a source of some tremendous power, leading to the rise of this city, until, of course.. it's fall.
And I have never heard of this Crack-Small Castle... the nearest castle I know of is in one of the major kingdom cities. And none of them sound so un-civilized. Btut perhaps someoen knew of his discovery and wished to thwart it.. or.. claim it for themselves? But thank you for Rescuing Sildar. I am sure he greives unnoticed. Gundren is or was a dear friend to him as well, but he is such a knight that duty likely compels him to stay.
Lark
Harbin swallows. Hard. Looking around nervously. He seems to speak a little louder than nessecary. I-I'm afraid i don't know any more than our friend Sildar has told you. So please stop asking such foolish questions! at which point the man collapsed to his knees, his hands clasping onto larks shoulders and a tear he was unable to hold back straining down his cheek. Whispering as quietly as possible S-sir... they have my wife. If I speak overmuch they will kill her. You must understand. They are little more than a band of ruffians led but some Spider-man, if the rumors are true. But because there are no guards here to keep the peace, they are in every part of the city, but I know nothign beyond that, I have been too afraid to investigate......And that's enough questions.. GOBLIN FILTH. the man looked at you one last time. Hoping his faux had gotten the point across. Sildar Sighing at the display.
Alynoa
((OOC - Sorry Alynoa, I can only respond to whats written. This is a recurring problem in my Group B of this, is they'll hve all sorts of internal banter, inter-character roleplay, and it's amazing and fun to read, but they continue to not state actions, and as the DM I can't act on an action that isn't happening, outside of just throwing enemies at them. Thats why your response was so short while Salazar and Lark got two quite full replies.
To clarify, you said you sought a shop, and arm wrestled. I can act on those, but I have no idea what you wish yo do after that, and I don't like to force character interactions. I want you to explore, and find. So try this. When you do something, try to include either what you will or might do after, or situational. A situational is like "if the man punches me, I punch him back. if he doesn't I don't" as a super simplified one.
The more you give me to work with, the greater fabric I can weave~!))
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Lark is taking aback a bit by the display. He actually, grimaces and pulls slightly back when Harbin grasps his shoulders. (I imagine that on his knees, we are about the same height)
After the 'Goblin Filth' bit, Larks adds, before taking his leave as previously noted,
"You obstreperous old fool, you have yet to see my filthy side."
He captures Harbin's eye as he bows his exit, though, and gives a knowing wink. Lark will then make his way back to the Inn to share the information he gathered with the group. If the others have not returned yet:
Lark changes into regular clothing and tucks his ears under his beret. He waves his hands in front of his face and mumbles an ancient verse, the Disguise Self takes effect and as Lark pulls his hands away, he appears to be a middle aged Gnome with red sideburns. "Fillistrom Wunderkundoodle, at your service," He practices. And he heads out into the town for an hour (spells duration) during which he will put feelers out for the Redbrands, letting it be known that he has some information for them.
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)
(Youre fine ive been working alot this weekend)
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
Aside from a pained smile over the mispronouced name, Gundrun left Salazar looking thoughtful at one point. "It would further back what was already suspected and known. I would ask around further about the history of this pact, and who might have an interest in it." He admits, and after a "hmm" in thought, bows as much as the box in hand allowed before making ready to leave.
"When next I see him, I will be sure to pass on the sentiment. I know at least his other reasoning for coming involved finding an acquaintance of some sort. An Iarno.. Sta.. no... Just Iarno. Think it might've slipped in mind to provide surname, I suppose." He smiles sheepishly. "Thank you again for everything. If you hear anything more, or thinking of other contacts to Mr. Gundrun in town, me and a few others working the case -- as it were -- will be staying at the Stonehill Inn for at least the next couple days. Until then." He lingers only long enough for any last words before taking his leave as directed to the Lionshield Coster feeling a bit hurried after the delay. If he sees what look to be possibly a temple or library of some sort along the way, he makes a mental note of it to stop by after the last delivery.
Aside from setting it down to knock and wait if necessary, the scholar keeps chest on hand and steps on inside, calling out for an owner to the establishment if someone is not already visible upon entry into the building.
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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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Alonoa smiles and pockets the gold, chuckling to herself as she begins her hunt for the temple Salazar had mentioned wanting to locate. They'd never mentioned where exactly it was, but she figured that it couldn't be to hard in a town that wasn't too large. After a while of looking around and approaches the nearest group of citizens, "Excuse me," she begins, "I was supposed to meet a friend of mine at the temple, but I'm a bit lost, would you mind pointing me in the right direction?" She puts her hands in the pockets of her coat and looks at them with extreme interest, like whatever they say to her will be the best thing she ever hears.
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
(sorry guys RL dnd today, will be posting after)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
(I won't be around much tomorrow. I'm working a 12 hour shift)
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
(posting)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Lares
The Townmaster continues to blubber, masking it all as insults towards your race, but a mix of relief and fear (as you could succeed or fail) washes over his face.
Salazar
He looked a bit confused at the name, clearly Iarno didn't ring any bells, atleast none that he could place. I'm afraid not, the name doesn't sound familiar. But .. thank you for telling me, and for keeping an .. or continuing to try to help my friend I should say. I have to stay here, I'm as much bound by this store as He is by duty. Good luck Master Salazar. Please.. return safe.
Everyone waving farewell to Salazar before gettign about their busy business before one shouts By the way.. this aint our cart.... so.. when were done offloading... its yours ifn ya want it!
Regardless of what Salazar does in response, as he continues on He see's a shrine, as he heads towards the Coster. Phandalin’s only temple is a small shrine made of stones taken from the nearby ruins. It is dedicated to Tymora, goddess of luck and good fortune. Sittign next to it is its caretaker. A beautiful young elf, who looks fierce and passionate, with red, shining hair, and a single mole just under her left eye, Passionate Emerald. She seems a bit upset about something, looking around trying to find someone who notices... but aside from this, no Libraries are visible, this town isn't.. 'large' or 'important' enough for such a place of knowledge.
Alynoa
Alynoa begins asking random people and no on seems opposed to helping her, they all point towards the shrine that Salazar had just passed a few minutes before. As Alynoa approached it, the elf saw that she was heading straight for her, her emerald eyes perked up Oh thank goodness! Finally! Someone has come to me! My prayers to Tymora have not gone unanswered! Takign Alynoa's hand, she clasps it between both of her own Oh thank you so much! I've had quite the quandry... I was tasked with finding out the secrets of this spellbook, but between the town bullies, and ... my own ineptitude, I have failed. Oh, will you please help me?
La-- Fillistrom made his way down, the Innkeeper looking a bit shocked, as someone he didn't recognize came out of the room area.. When did he..? the gnome walking out and perusing the town as it really began to bustle. Whispers and shouts, children at play, the sun warming against the cold snow, providing some comfort to the skin that was bare. Though Lark found most of the whispers were normal, as if nothing were amiss. Eventually though, as lark continues listening, and occasionally asking, a man in ragged leather clothing walks up and says H-hey.. I hear you've been asking about the problems in town.... Quick.. if you come here, I can talk, but we can't talk in public... they're disguised as some of the citizens!
After which, he would motion for oyu to follow him behind several of the buildings to a discrete location.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Lark (as Fillistrom) will turn his insightful powers(13) towards the man who approached him. Regardless of Lark's deductions, he will follow the man into the alley. While doing so he will palm a dagger from his belt and carry it flat against the back of his forearm. sleight of hand 6
"Now that we are alone, what can you tell me about the Redbrands, I need to speak with them."
Lark stands at ease, but wary, with his arms behind his back. Hopefully, concealing his dagger.
(OOC: How much time has elapsed on the Disguise Self?)
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)
"I can only promise to try, Mister Barthen." He smiles sheepishly. "And I may be back sooner for other supplies depending on how things go." On that final word, he bowed one last time to Barthen before making his way out. A polite wave is returned to others on the way out. The shout gives him a start. Which in his embarrassment he tries to hide in some 'cool guy' pose; one preferably designed not to drop the chest on a foot.
"Eh? Really now? I suppose it to.. huh.. U-uh--" He takes a few seconds to see if they would be done in the next minute or two. Because waiting to use it instead for his next delivery would be no problem then. But if it won't, he says, "I'll be back for it after this delivery." Either which way things go, Salazar picks up the pace in hopes of not troubling Barthen and his crew overly much. There was still the matter of meeting up with the others as well!
Missing the temple at first as a result, the scholar would've blissfully kept moving until the troubled look of the elven woman sunk into mind. In spite of every worry to turn back, seeing in the initial glance back a familiar elven figure make her way over sets Salazar back at ease. So, aside from a hurried wave in passing, the scholar's attention returns to his original destination. Upon arrival he knocks on the door unless fairly certain of it being a shop instead. In which case, he steps inside if unlocked, calling about having a delivery.
(Going forward. Unless the exchange is something that I want to keep hidden, or would not be something paraphrased back to the party, I'm just going to put in bold after a sentence any language Salazar speaks that isn't default common.)
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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Xanrazan - [Earth Genasi]Bard - College of Swords(Shadowthorn's Princess of the Apocalypse)
Alynoa tries to hide her surprise as the elf shakes her hand, "Oh, of course. You wanted help with a spellbook." She wasn't sure what was happening but she just decided to go along with it. "Spellbooks are my specialty of course. What seems to be the trouble with it? And who's troubling you?" Alynoa pulls out her own spellbook in an attempt to look like she was supposed to be there at that moment.
She also flashes a pleasant smile when she sees Salazar when he arrives. "I found the temple you were looking for."
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
(My apologies. I've only been reading reactions to Sal's thing. I'll be editing it shortly, but please feel free to ignore that last tid bit about his interaction with the elf if he's likely to see Alynoa headed towards the temple/elf in passing)
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)
(posting, sorry for the delays, i comllapse d fro mexhaustion)
Occassional Dungeon Master.