(Map update: I changed the Shrine of Pelor to a Shrine of Chauntea, I realized a little late that Pelor is a god of Greyhawk, not Faerûn, woops)
To those walking around town:
There are quite a few people waking the streets, such as farmers, children playing, and a few travelers walking through town. As you take the bend behind the Blacksmith, you can see the Old Road Felosial was talking about, it does seem somewhat abandoned, and you can figure very few people still use that path. There is an old rotten wooden sign, on the brink of falling down, that reads in Common: "Scenic Route to Mount Hotenow". In the Blacksmith's backyard, you can see two young Dwarves (at least they seem quite young) cleaning tools, weapons and shields. The other houses on the street are small farms, and residences. When you reach the New Road again (New Road leading North to your left, General Store and Square to your right), you see a large tree opposite from you; under the tree, a long haired bard with a handlebar mustache is singing a ballad while playing on his lute:
... Remember the battle of Mid-Summer's day, Alone against many he did square-away. Remember the ending to that fateful fight, How Brightsteel did battle well into the night. ...
For Hef:
While you are walking around, a town ranger comes up to you, and slips you a small note:
Hef, I am not sure who to trust with this sensitive information, so I didn't bring it up in front of an audience. You should know that as far as I know, a Goblin tribe lives in the ruins of the Citadel, or close-by. I also do not believe that they are causing any trouble with the villagers or the farmers; I know the signs of Goblin attacks all too well, and whatever is killing the cattle is nothing like it! I also know that the Goblins trade with the Priest of Chauntea in town, Corkie, and she keeps them from causing problems. Fel
For Martin:
You head to the Shrine of Chauntea. This single-story, open-space building of stone, with a 15-foot-high timber roof, is crowned by a dome that has four stained-glass windows depicting roses. There are multiple cages housing pigeons and a rosarium in a small garden area adjacent to the shrine. The north wall opens in a semicircular apse behind a marble altar carved in the likeness of a rosebush with multiple bloomed roses save for one unbloomed one. The altar and the benches in the temple are well decorated and maintained. A middle-aged female Gnome is pruning the rose bushes in the back.
"Oh, I'm from nowhere important" Spotty says. "But I've been all over the place. My 'parents' are a couple of adventurers who took me on their travels."
Hef opens a belt pouch and slips a hand in to pull out a pipe. "Anyone mind if I smoke while we walk?" he asks as they catch up to Spotty and Renny. Barring objections he begins packing the pipe with a woody smelling pipe tobacco. "Right nice thing for them to have done, I'd say. They retire when they took you in, or did they just sling you in a backpack and keep at it?"
Renny pushes hair behind her ears, "So your parents were human or something?" she pauses to look at the old road sign that's falling apart and look down the road itself.
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"An elf and a dwarf. They adopted me after... some bad stuff happened to my real family." Despite the sad story, the kobold doesn't seem too emotional about it.
Gwenant hums a tuneless tune as she searches the square for the general store. It doesn't take her terribly long, given the small size of Oakhurst, and she notices with some satisfaction that the Ol' Boar Inn is right next to her destination. Without further ado, she opens the door and enters the store, intent on acquiring rations, one or two other items, and perhaps some information.
Martin entered the shrine and made a quick motion of blessing before approaching the figure tending the flowers in the back. "Greeting in the name of Lathander. I am Martin, humble Dawnbringer. May the blessings of Chauntea be upon you. May I perchance ask you a few questions?"
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Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
Without further ado, she opens the door and enters the store, intent on acquiring rations, one or two other items, and perhaps some information.
"Hello? Anyone around?"
For Gwenant:
The General Store seems to be going through some slight renovations, as if expanding. It is, however, still open to customers, and you can see a few travelers checking out some items. There is a young man helping out some customers with some Potter's tools and Painting supplies. Behind the counter, you notice a somewhat elderly lady with long silvery-white hair, she is wearing what seems to be noble clothing. She looks up at you as you enter: Hello Dear, what may I help you with on this fine day?
Martin entered the shrine and made a quick motion of blessing before approaching the figure tending the flowers in the back. "Greeting in the name of Lathander. I am Martin, humble Dawnbringer. May the blessings of Chauntea be upon you. May I perchance ask you a few questions?"
For Martin:
Greetings in the name of Chauntea, I am Dem Nackle, but most call me Corkie! May the blessings of Lathander be upon you. Welcome to the Shrine, we may discuss, but I will keep pruning my rose bushes if you don't mind, I am hoping for them to look more beautiful than ever for the growing amount of visitors here!
Renny smiles at Spotty, "That was nice of them. Did they name you Spotty?" she starts to continue around the town, now definately looking for the inn and the food that was the original goal.
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Gwenant smiles at the woman, presumably one Kerowyn Hucrele. "I was wondering if you had some traveling rations, or at least a few climbing spikes, or, ah- pitons, that's what they're called." The half-elf takes a moment to study her face and demeanor, hoping to perhaps get a handle on her state of mind, and whether or not it would be wise to bring up her missing children.
You see sadness in her eyes, and she is very worn out, but it is very hard to tell. She puts on a smiling face, and takes care of her looks. You can also tell she hasn't given up hope, she just seems worried rather than grieving. She seems to be a strong-willed, and a hardy woman.
I have everything you'll ever want at Hucrele's General Store.. I might have to come up with a better name for the store now that the town has grown in popularity...
She chuckles!
Our pitons are crafted here in Oakhurst, support the local business, they are 5 coppers a piece! As for traveling rations, we have all sorts of dried fruit and smoked meats in the storage room.. to keep 'em fresh, dear. All food costs 5 silvers a pound!
Martin smiles genuinely at the words of Corkie. "That is well and good, I'd be willing to help if you so wish, you will just have to direct me. I tend to be better with using herbs to create medicines than tending them like you are. Either way I do have a few questions for you."
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Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"Yeah, they named me. Guess they were feeling uncreative." Spotty chuckles. It's an obvious name, after all, given the pattern of his scales- light grey with darker grey spots.
Zak is just still chilling close to Hef, taking whiffs of his pipe smoke when no one is watching and contently listening to Renny and Spotty's conversation. He's internally empathizing with Spotty given what he said about his family, but isn't quite ready to open up about that yet.
Corkie lends you a pair of garden shears and gives you a small demonstration on where to trim the rose branches, only the ones that are getting too long or criss-crossing with other branches. She then smiles at you and says:
I never thought I’d see the day when a Dwarf picks up some garden tools! Anyways, while we garden, I’m all ears!
Martin, make an intelligence check with advantage for the pruning of the rose bushes.
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Renny stops and crouches down by Spotty, "I've got some patterns now too." she pulls back brown hair on one side of her head to show Spotty a close up view of the yellow-gold dragon scales down down her neck. The scales are quite small and at first one might think they were just painted on by a true artisan but there is real texture there.
"Not really sure what to think of it. It's all very new still."
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Intelligence 19
Martin takes the shears and begins working on the roses. "I will do my best to properly prune these roses. My first question is, There was an elderly cleric of Lathander that was rumored to have passed through here. I was wondering if perchance they may have stopped here or you may have seen if they did and where they may have gone if you did see them."
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"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
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(Map update: I changed the Shrine of Pelor to a Shrine of Chauntea, I realized a little late that Pelor is a god of Greyhawk, not Faerûn, woops)
To those walking around town:
There are quite a few people waking the streets, such as farmers, children playing, and a few travelers walking through town. As you take the bend behind the Blacksmith, you can see the Old Road Felosial was talking about, it does seem somewhat abandoned, and you can figure very few people still use that path. There is an old rotten wooden sign, on the brink of falling down, that reads in Common: "Scenic Route to Mount Hotenow". In the Blacksmith's backyard, you can see two young Dwarves (at least they seem quite young) cleaning tools, weapons and shields. The other houses on the street are small farms, and residences. When you reach the New Road again (New Road leading North to your left, General Store and Square to your right), you see a large tree opposite from you; under the tree, a long haired bard with a handlebar mustache is singing a ballad while playing on his lute:
...
Remember the battle of Mid-Summer's day,
Alone against many he did square-away.
Remember the ending to that fateful fight,
How Brightsteel did battle well into the night.
...
For Hef:
While you are walking around, a town ranger comes up to you, and slips you a small note:
For Martin:
You head to the Shrine of Chauntea. This single-story, open-space building of stone, with a 15-foot-high timber roof, is crowned by a dome that has four stained-glass windows depicting roses. There are multiple cages housing pigeons and a rosarium in a small garden area adjacent to the shrine. The north wall opens in a semicircular apse behind a marble altar carved in the likeness of a rosebush with multiple bloomed roses save for one unbloomed one. The altar and the benches in the temple are well decorated and maintained. A middle-aged female Gnome is pruning the rose bushes in the back.
Dungeon Master – MelGon's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Hawk of the Night (Hawk) – Level 2 Tabaxi Ranger – Swift's Storm King's Thunder
Lavandula Angustia – Level 1 Tiefling Rogue – LMoP campaign, DM: novaskyr
"Yes let's do that" say Zak to Hef as they scoot ahead to catch up with Spotty and Renny.
"Oh, I'm from nowhere important" Spotty says. "But I've been all over the place. My 'parents' are a couple of adventurers who took me on their travels."
Hef opens a belt pouch and slips a hand in to pull out a pipe. "Anyone mind if I smoke while we walk?" he asks as they catch up to Spotty and Renny. Barring objections he begins packing the pipe with a woody smelling pipe tobacco. "Right nice thing for them to have done, I'd say. They retire when they took you in, or did they just sling you in a backpack and keep at it?"
Spotty chuckles. "Pretty much the latter. I even helped them out by disarming traps and such."
Renny pushes hair behind her ears, "So your parents were human or something?" she pauses to look at the old road sign that's falling apart and look down the road itself.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
"An elf and a dwarf. They adopted me after... some bad stuff happened to my real family." Despite the sad story, the kobold doesn't seem too emotional about it.
Gwenant hums a tuneless tune as she searches the square for the general store. It doesn't take her terribly long, given the small size of Oakhurst, and she notices with some satisfaction that the Ol' Boar Inn is right next to her destination. Without further ado, she opens the door and enters the store, intent on acquiring rations, one or two other items, and perhaps some information.
"Hello? Anyone around?"
Martin entered the shrine and made a quick motion of blessing before approaching the figure tending the flowers in the back. "Greeting in the name of Lathander. I am Martin, humble Dawnbringer. May the blessings of Chauntea be upon you. May I perchance ask you a few questions?"
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
For Gwenant:
The General Store seems to be going through some slight renovations, as if expanding. It is, however, still open to customers, and you can see a few travelers checking out some items. There is a young man helping out some customers with some Potter's tools and Painting supplies. Behind the counter, you notice a somewhat elderly lady with long silvery-white hair, she is wearing what seems to be noble clothing. She looks up at you as you enter: Hello Dear, what may I help you with on this fine day?
Dungeon Master – MelGon's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Hawk of the Night (Hawk) – Level 2 Tabaxi Ranger – Swift's Storm King's Thunder
Lavandula Angustia – Level 1 Tiefling Rogue – LMoP campaign, DM: novaskyr
For Martin:
Greetings in the name of Chauntea, I am Dem Nackle, but most call me Corkie! May the blessings of Lathander be upon you. Welcome to the Shrine, we may discuss, but I will keep pruning my rose bushes if you don't mind, I am hoping for them to look more beautiful than ever for the growing amount of visitors here!
Dungeon Master – MelGon's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Hawk of the Night (Hawk) – Level 2 Tabaxi Ranger – Swift's Storm King's Thunder
Lavandula Angustia – Level 1 Tiefling Rogue – LMoP campaign, DM: novaskyr
Renny smiles at Spotty, "That was nice of them. Did they name you Spotty?" she starts to continue around the town, now definately looking for the inn and the food that was the original goal.
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Gwenant smiles at the woman, presumably one Kerowyn Hucrele. "I was wondering if you had some traveling rations, or at least a few climbing spikes, or, ah- pitons, that's what they're called." The half-elf takes a moment to study her face and demeanor, hoping to perhaps get a handle on her state of mind, and whether or not it would be wise to bring up her missing children.
Insight: 24
For Gwenant:
You see sadness in her eyes, and she is very worn out, but it is very hard to tell. She puts on a smiling face, and takes care of her looks. You can also tell she hasn't given up hope, she just seems worried rather than grieving. She seems to be a strong-willed, and a hardy woman.
I have everything you'll ever want at Hucrele's General Store.. I might have to come up with a better name for the store now that the town has grown in popularity...
She chuckles!
Our pitons are crafted here in Oakhurst, support the local business, they are 5 coppers a piece! As for traveling rations, we have all sorts of dried fruit and smoked meats in the storage room.. to keep 'em fresh, dear. All food costs 5 silvers a pound!
(One pound of food is one day's worth of rations)
Dungeon Master – MelGon's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Hawk of the Night (Hawk) – Level 2 Tabaxi Ranger – Swift's Storm King's Thunder
Lavandula Angustia – Level 1 Tiefling Rogue – LMoP campaign, DM: novaskyr
Martin smiles genuinely at the words of Corkie. "That is well and good, I'd be willing to help if you so wish, you will just have to direct me. I tend to be better with using herbs to create medicines than tending them like you are. Either way I do have a few questions for you."
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane
"Yeah, they named me. Guess they were feeling uncreative." Spotty chuckles. It's an obvious name, after all, given the pattern of his scales- light grey with darker grey spots.
Zak is just still chilling close to Hef, taking whiffs of his pipe smoke when no one is watching and contently listening to Renny and Spotty's conversation. He's internally empathizing with Spotty given what he said about his family, but isn't quite ready to open up about that yet.
He's as happy as a clam.
For Martin:
Corkie lends you a pair of garden shears and gives you a small demonstration on where to trim the rose branches, only the ones that are getting too long or criss-crossing with other branches. She then smiles at you and says:
I never thought I’d see the day when a Dwarf picks up some garden tools! Anyways, while we garden, I’m all ears!
Martin, make an intelligence check with advantage for the pruning of the rose bushes.
(If you post from mobile, you can turn the phone horizontally to get all editing options, it’s not always the easiest, but can help for adding quick rolls and such; obviously not pressuring anyone into using that)
Dungeon Master – MelGon's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Hawk of the Night (Hawk) – Level 2 Tabaxi Ranger – Swift's Storm King's Thunder
Lavandula Angustia – Level 1 Tiefling Rogue – LMoP campaign, DM: novaskyr
Renny stops and crouches down by Spotty, "I've got some patterns now too." she pulls back brown hair on one side of her head to show Spotty a close up view of the yellow-gold dragon scales down down her neck. The scales are quite small and at first one might think they were just painted on by a true artisan but there is real texture there.
"Not really sure what to think of it. It's all very new still."
"No boom today. Boom tomorrow. There's always a boom tomorrow"
"No power in the 'verse can stop me"
Intelligence 19
Martin takes the shears and begins working on the roses. "I will do my best to properly prune these roses. My first question is, There was an elderly cleric of Lathander that was rumored to have passed through here. I was wondering if perchance they may have stopped here or you may have seen if they did and where they may have gone if you did see them."
"Lord Arunduil will bring death to us all"
Arutha Lvl.2 Human Fighter: Arsenal of the Orc Lord
Milamber Lvl.1 Human Sorcerer: Curse of Strahd
Masque: Lvl.5 Gith Cleric: Age of Death
DM: League of Improbable Adventurers: Chapter 1 of Arunduil's Bane