The evening meal bell calls everyone currently in the Quad to the Common Hall (a long, roughly 45 by 100 ft room inhabited by several tables and chairs, a staircase in the northwestern corner and a bar that leads through to the kitchen in the north-eastern corner) for the final hot meal of the day. You find your way into the Hall and take your seats at one of the four occupied tables. Today is a quiet day. The other 14 occupants of the other tables are all long-established groups of guild-members who have obviously worked together, or competed, for years. As the newest recruits of the guild, the 6 of you have gravitated towards each other.
Having taken your seats, you watch as the large plates of food are brought out by Cookie and Frel. Like most days, there's several loaves of bread that are still slightly warm; a range of fruits on the same platter as a hard, pale yellow cheese and a softer white one; and a few roasted root vegetables. Alongside that is a platter heaped with slow-roasted pork and a tureen of a thick stew made with tomatoes, peppers, courgette and a range of other (Mediterranean style) ingredients. Frel sets wooden plates and sets of rough metal cutlery in front of you all and you watch as Tagg skillfully balances a tray of your usual drinks with his right hand and slides it onto your table.
Cookie: A large, golden-scaled female dragon-born who is matronly in appearance as well as personality. She is the main cook of the kitchen and the only person from the kitchen that you ever see.
Frel: A human woman who works as a barmaid and helps Cookie serve food with grey-streaked brown hair who always looks frazzled and harried.
Tagg: A young half-elven man who works are the main barkeep with tawny hair whose left sleeve is empty and tied up to keep it out of his way.
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Xanaphia Nailo: Level 4 Warlock, Grey Hands PbP.
Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
Feng shuffles to the table slightly hunched with blood shot eyes from studying the word of Ilmater. His robes ruffle as he starts eating his first meal since his fasting had stopped, savoring every bite. He is almost lost in his own little world as he chews on the slow-roasted pork.
Morg shuffles in dressed in his usual camp clothes of ruff hewn shirt with the sleeves ripped off and his pants that are more accurately described as long shorts and sandals. Grabs his pitcher of water and adds a generous portion of food on his plate and takes a seat at the end of the table. He starts cutting a smaller portion of food from his meat and vegetables with a large chunk of both cheeses on top and sets it aside before he starts to devour the remaining food on his plate. He keeps looking around impatiently, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
Charmine sits down on a corner seat with Cors on his shoulder (Pet rat). He sets down Cors on the table before getting a portion of everything on the table. He eats silently keeping watch with everyone around him.
Stepping into the Common hall, Lyle glances around the room nervously before spotting his fellow new recruits. Taking a seat at the table, he gives his thanks to Cookie, Frel, and Tagg. He takes a sip of tea, before clearing his throat in a grab for the table's attention: "Good morning, friends! How are you all doing this fine day?"
Lyle notices Charmine feeding Cors, and turns to look at them, his discomfort obvious. Trying to fight back his distaste for vermin, he calls out to Charmine. "Um, excuse me. Charmine, is that correct? Is that rat yours?"
"Oh no, not at all, not at all! I just wanted to be sure that it was be looked after, is all. I can't imagine Miss. Cookie would react nicely if she found a rat in her kitchen. I'm sorry if you took offense to that."
Charmine calms down still making sure to be perceptive. When Cors finishes eating he crawls to Charmine’s shoulder and stays there. Charmine pets his rat continuing to eat.
Morg starts to slide his tiny pile of food over to Charmine for Cors, the adorable rodent he is hoping to befriend, although Charmine is very guarded and Morg does not want to push and lose his chance to be friends with Cors.
When the little man comes to the table with an attitude towards Cors; Morg is instantly agitated and ready to pick up the halfling by the scruf of neck, when he sees Charmine grab his dagger hilt. He sits back pushing his chair away from the table slightly ready for will transpire next.
Lyle, noticing the mounting tension at the table, quickly tries to come up with a way to diffuse the situation. Grabbing a small slice of cheese, he offers it up to Cors: "Here. Does your little friend have a name?"
Cors sniffs it then takes the entire thing and devours it. Cors. It's name is Cors. Chamine finishes up his plate eating to his hearts content. Now he is just playing with Cors until he eventually runs a job.
Feng finishes his food, comes out of his own little world and sets his plate down with a contented sigh and says, What has everyone been up to today? Anything interesting happen? Feng looks around at the table, hoping to start a conversation.
Morg relaxes after Lyle offers Cors a piece of cheese and more when Charmine releases his sheath from his grasp. The small-ling might have deserved something for his insult, but the blade was too much. He is still irritated that his initial offering to Cors was interrupted.
He hears Feng asks about everyone's day. Morg likes Feng, one of the 3 Half-Orcs in the Guild, adn Feng is Cleric. Morg grew up with Shamans that studied Chauntea and Silvanus in his village but never a cleric that study books and stayed inside so much. Having Feng around helps Morg relax and talk more. Even though many think Half-Orcs are dumb, and Morg knows he does not help this thought, Feng displays the opposite to the world.
Morg train. Break another wood dummy. Master of Arms say next one Morg pay for. Master of Arms not like Morg much. Morg go brush horses after. Now this. Morg bored, need to go out. No more sitting here. Maybe Tagg cutoff arm because sitting here so long.
(See spoiler for NPC descriptions)
The evening meal bell calls everyone currently in the Quad to the Common Hall (a long, roughly 45 by 100 ft room inhabited by several tables and chairs, a staircase in the northwestern corner and a bar that leads through to the kitchen in the north-eastern corner) for the final hot meal of the day. You find your way into the Hall and take your seats at one of the four occupied tables. Today is a quiet day. The other 14 occupants of the other tables are all long-established groups of guild-members who have obviously worked together, or competed, for years. As the newest recruits of the guild, the 6 of you have gravitated towards each other.
Having taken your seats, you watch as the large plates of food are brought out by Cookie and Frel. Like most days, there's several loaves of bread that are still slightly warm; a range of fruits on the same platter as a hard, pale yellow cheese and a softer white one; and a few roasted root vegetables. Alongside that is a platter heaped with slow-roasted pork and a tureen of a thick stew made with tomatoes, peppers, courgette and a range of other (Mediterranean style) ingredients. Frel sets wooden plates and sets of rough metal cutlery in front of you all and you watch as Tagg skillfully balances a tray of your usual drinks with his right hand and slides it onto your table.
Cookie: A large, golden-scaled female dragon-born who is matronly in appearance as well as personality. She is the main cook of the kitchen and the only person from the kitchen that you ever see.
Frel: A human woman who works as a barmaid and helps Cookie serve food with grey-streaked brown hair who always looks frazzled and harried.
Tagg: A young half-elven man who works are the main barkeep with tawny hair whose left sleeve is empty and tied up to keep it out of his way.
Xanaphia Nailo: Level 4 Warlock, Grey Hands PbP.
Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
Feng shuffles to the table slightly hunched with blood shot eyes from studying the word of Ilmater. His robes ruffle as he starts eating his first meal since his fasting had stopped, savoring every bite. He is almost lost in his own little world as he chews on the slow-roasted pork.
Frel rushes off without responding, other than a very quick nod. Tagg however, gives her a charming smile, before heading back to the bar.
Xanaphia Nailo: Level 4 Warlock, Grey Hands PbP.
Ellara Nightflower: level 1 blood hunter, Curse of Strahd
Morg shuffles in dressed in his usual camp clothes of ruff hewn shirt with the sleeves ripped off and his pants that are more accurately described as long shorts and sandals. Grabs his pitcher of water and adds a generous portion of food on his plate and takes a seat at the end of the table. He starts cutting a smaller portion of food from his meat and vegetables with a large chunk of both cheeses on top and sets it aside before he starts to devour the remaining food on his plate. He keeps looking around impatiently, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
Pori Gathar - Level 1 Tiefling Life Cleric - GamoRust's Baldur's Gate Descent to Avernus
Rusty - Level 4 Warforged Rogue - Virst's Clifftop Adventurer's Guild/Fiendfall Scouting
After having spent the day fishing Talen greets his first meal today enthuistically "Ahh 'this is the cure for my hunger" as he fills his plate.
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Charmine sits down on a corner seat with Cors on his shoulder (Pet rat). He sets down Cors on the table before getting a portion of everything on the table. He eats silently keeping watch with everyone around him.
Waiting list on Silver blades as Lacia Leporem
Pbp on LMoP Bannered blades as Charmine Verral
Stepping into the Common hall, Lyle glances around the room nervously before spotting his fellow new recruits. Taking a seat at the table, he gives his thanks to Cookie, Frel, and Tagg. He takes a sip of tea, before clearing his throat in a grab for the table's attention: "Good morning, friends! How are you all doing this fine day?"
Charmine sees the halfling approaching and doesn’t pay him any mind. Instead he feeds Cors with various fruits and cheeses.
Waiting list on Silver blades as Lacia Leporem
Pbp on LMoP Bannered blades as Charmine Verral
Lyle notices Charmine feeding Cors, and turns to look at them, his discomfort obvious. Trying to fight back his distaste for vermin, he calls out to Charmine. "Um, excuse me. Charmine, is that correct? Is that rat yours?"
Yes, and what about it? Charmine says with a nasty look in his eye. You have a problem? If you do I won’t hesitate. Charmine grasps his sheath.
Waiting list on Silver blades as Lacia Leporem
Pbp on LMoP Bannered blades as Charmine Verral
"Oh no, not at all, not at all! I just wanted to be sure that it was be looked after, is all. I can't imagine Miss. Cookie would react nicely if she found a rat in her kitchen. I'm sorry if you took offense to that."
Charmine calms down still making sure to be perceptive. When Cors finishes eating he crawls to Charmine’s shoulder and stays there. Charmine pets his rat continuing to eat.
Waiting list on Silver blades as Lacia Leporem
Pbp on LMoP Bannered blades as Charmine Verral
Morg starts to slide his tiny pile of food over to Charmine for Cors, the adorable rodent he is hoping to befriend, although Charmine is very guarded and Morg does not want to push and lose his chance to be friends with Cors.
When the little man comes to the table with an attitude towards Cors; Morg is instantly agitated and ready to pick up the halfling by the scruf of neck, when he sees Charmine grab his dagger hilt. He sits back pushing his chair away from the table slightly ready for will transpire next.
Pori Gathar - Level 1 Tiefling Life Cleric - GamoRust's Baldur's Gate Descent to Avernus
Rusty - Level 4 Warforged Rogue - Virst's Clifftop Adventurer's Guild/Fiendfall Scouting
Lyle, noticing the mounting tension at the table, quickly tries to come up with a way to diffuse the situation. Grabbing a small slice of cheese, he offers it up to Cors: "Here. Does your little friend have a name?"
Cors sniffs it then takes the entire thing and devours it. Cors. It's name is Cors. Chamine finishes up his plate eating to his hearts content. Now he is just playing with Cors until he eventually runs a job.
Waiting list on Silver blades as Lacia Leporem
Pbp on LMoP Bannered blades as Charmine Verral
Feng finishes his food, comes out of his own little world and sets his plate down with a contented sigh and says, What has everyone been up to today? Anything interesting happen? Feng looks around at the table, hoping to start a conversation.
Morg relaxes after Lyle offers Cors a piece of cheese and more when Charmine releases his sheath from his grasp. The small-ling might have deserved something for his insult, but the blade was too much. He is still irritated that his initial offering to Cors was interrupted.
He hears Feng asks about everyone's day. Morg likes Feng, one of the 3 Half-Orcs in the Guild, adn Feng is Cleric. Morg grew up with Shamans that studied Chauntea and Silvanus in his village but never a cleric that study books and stayed inside so much. Having Feng around helps Morg relax and talk more. Even though many think Half-Orcs are dumb, and Morg knows he does not help this thought, Feng displays the opposite to the world.
Morg train. Break another wood dummy. Master of Arms say next one Morg pay for. Master of Arms not like Morg much. Morg go brush horses after. Now this. Morg bored, need to go out. No more sitting here. Maybe Tagg cutoff arm because sitting here so long.
Pori Gathar - Level 1 Tiefling Life Cleric - GamoRust's Baldur's Gate Descent to Avernus
Rusty - Level 4 Warforged Rogue - Virst's Clifftop Adventurer's Guild/Fiendfall Scouting