The Savage Frontier (also known as the North) is a cold, rugged, sparsely populated land of snow-capped mountains, rocky hills, sprawling forests, and foggy vales. Isolated strongholds, ancient burial mounds, and the ruins of many forgotten empires dot this vast landscape. Bounded by the Sea of Swords to the west and the desert of Anauroch to the east, the Savage Frontier extends as far north as Icewind Dale and as far south as the town of Daggerford. Old roads stretch across this great expanse, linking the dwarven strongholds and mines in the mountains to the coastal settlements, frontier towns, and fortified outposts of humans and other folk. These roads are long, lonely, or poorly defended, making them dangerous to traverse. In fertile valleys, towns and cities have sprung up, separated by dozens if not hundreds of miles of untamed wilderness haunted by bandits, barbarians, and monsters.
Evil dragons stirred into action by their dark queen, Tiamat, threatened the settlements of the Savage Frontier for a time. Ultimately, they were defeated and forced to withdraw to their lairs, while Tiamat was banished to the Nine Hells. Fear of the dragons’ wrath has faded quickly with the coming of a new threat: giants. The peoples of the North are no strangers to giant incursions. Frost giants have long claimed the Spine of the World as their demesne, and hill giants are known to scrounge for food in the untamed hills. But now, in the past couple of months, giants of every kind have emerged from their strongholds in force to threaten civilization as never before — and not just frost giants and hill giants, but also stone giants, fire giants, and cloud giants. All of the giants are in an uproar. Reports of giant attacks throughout the North have reached the coastal cities of Luskan, Neverwinter, and Waterdeep, stoking fears that the giants are waging war against humans, dwarves, elves, and other small folk.
It wasn’t that long ago that your Faction sent you to Triboar. There, you were told, you would be meeting with like-minded individuals to talk about the “giant problem.” Your contact here, a woman by the name of Mithyri, is said to be an expert in the field of giants, someone who understands their history. You are part of an experimental, cooperative effort undertaken by the multiple dominant factions across the Sword Coast region—an effort to deal with the new giant menace.
After several days of travel, you’ve come at last to Triboar, a fertile township in the Dessarin Valley. The town square sits at the west end of the Evermoor Way, where it meets the Long Road.
This bustling mercantile town is situated among sprawling ranches and farmsteads, which make Triboar a thriving market for horse breeders, blacksmiths, harness-makers, and wagonworks. There are also a number of guides who operate out of Triboar, taking merchants and other travelers all over the Sword Coast.
Your meetup with Mithyri is scheduled for tomorrow evening at Everwyvern House on the southeast end of town. Until then, your schedule is undetermined, and you have free run of the town.
It’s late afternoon on a sunny Kythorn day. Feel free to consult the map if you’d like to wander the town!
The Harpers felt like a good fit for Astra. Their ideals certainly sounded nice to her and she definitely liked the fact that they allowed their operatives to act more or less independently. Even when they assigned her to a mission, they sent her to a team filled with interesting individuals; a cute Warforged girl, a mounted dragonborn, a Gith who seemed to be knowledgeable in the arcane, and an elf that seemed to be in tune with nature. She was polite, but didn't really talk too much, only engaging in small talk with the other four as they journeyed towards the town.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Derrikoth came riding into town at a breakneck pace, dismounting quickly and searching for his allies in a huff. As he walks around town, he peers at everyone he sees and comparing them, ostensibly, to something on a piece of paper. Muttering under his breath, he comes to a stop in front of a small group of people, "robot... angel lady... elf... Gith..."
He looks closely at Genevieve, muttering over his paper, "robot... robot? robot." before speaking up, "Excuse me, madam robot, would you happen to know where I can find this person?"
He shows her a sheet of paper with a small portrait of her with her name written below it. Also on the sheet are images and names of everyone else in the party.
Knowing the region somewhat well and having the afternoon to kill, Alus did what he always does when he wasn't sure where to go: he reached down to the ground and grabbed a handful of dirt and dried grass, then he raised his hand to the sky and let it all fall slowly out of his grasp, watching the direction it drifted.
"Southward? Well alright then."
Alus strolled lazily along the Long Road south from the center of Triboar nodding and smiling at every stranger he saw. He passed a handful of local ranches and farmland, taking some time to watch any livestock that was out to pasture just go about their business. After a few hours, he stumbled upon a pristine lake he had never seen before. He smiled to himself and looked up to the sky.
"Woah.Nice."
He kicked off his sandals, dropped his gear, and waded into the water. Then he laid back and let himself float for a while with his eyes closed while he meditated. He stayed there until sunset, at which point he headed back to town, intending to acquire lodging at the Triboar Arms.
Derrikoth seems startled for a moment as Astra speaks, then holds the paper closer to his face while he looks from the paper, to Genevieve, to Astra, and then back to the paper. He adjusts his monocle and coat before harrumphing, "Ah. I suppose she is. And I suppose you are as well. Makes sense, I suppose. I am Lord Derrikoth Toknal, of House Toknal. A pleasure to meet with you two. Do you have any recommendations for lodging in these parts? I'm quite unfamiliar with such a... place."
As you approach Triboar from any direction, the tower of the Lord Protector stands proudly over the market square, and you can tell that the stone keep has a decided bent to it; it leans to the east.
From the south/Waterdeep:
As you head into town, you leave behind the numerous cottages and farmhouses that dot the landscape for the cobbled-together market town.
An old, partially ruined wooden fence encloses a large, muddy field on your left as you pass. Beyond the disused, muddy field lies a horse ranch, where thee large buildings stand: a two-story log house with a detached outhouse; a stone storehouse full of used saddles, bridles, and reins; and stone stables connected to a fenced-in riding yard and grazing field. The sign as you pass reads “Happy Horse Ranch.”
On your right, you pass an old graveyard, which has certainly stood for at least a few centuries. North of the graveyard as you ride into town is the friendly-looking Triboar Arms—its front door hangs open, inviting you in for a cool drink and a rest after your long journey in the hot sun.
From the west/Neverwinter:
Your 300-mile journey has taken you over the rugged Triboar Trail, passing between the Neverwinter Wood and the northern foothills of the Sword Mountains, where bandits and orcs often lurk.
Homely Triboar is more than a welcome sight for you. As you approach town, you are greeted by the large, cheery grove of trees that seem to be in an unseasonable, autumnal state; the leaves here are all fiery orange and brilliant yellow, as if just about to fall from their branches—though Summer Solstice hasn’t even arrived yet. You might know that this grove of trees is called Gwaeron’s Slumber, and is popular among rangers and other nature lovers.
Nestled in the north end of the grove, a lonely, ramshackle old inn sits in disrepair. A wrinkled old human woman with wild gray hair sits on the front porch, cackling at something unseen and taking large bites out of a raw head of cabbage. You can barely make out the faded wooden sign, which read “Six Windows Boarding House.”
Asking around town, you will learn of two other possibilities for lodging—Everwyvern House, and Northshield House.
Astra shrugs. "I don't know either, the two of us just got here too. But Genevieve is a performer, so she could probably get us a room at a place with her performance. Hey Genevieve, what was it that you did again, I forgot."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Nirzeg has been at war with himself for the past several days. While for the first few days he has been quietly largely out of necessity than care of any other travelers on the road, on the dawn of the final day the war could no longer be kept internal. A scowl was all but permanently etched into his elvish features, and words like "Stupid Jerry, and his stupid pig nose, and his stupid, stupid Tymora blasted luck" among others were muttered along the way.
Up until that point the 'Sickly Elf' in question had been reticent to give more than flat looks and single word responses to his "companions" on the road. Two of which, if they hadn't already been informed their superiors, being his name and membership of the Zhentarim. Just as abruptly as he had begun to complain mostly under his breathe, Derrikoth's approach gave him pause, and the question warranted a raised brow. Nirzeg lets the exchange go on for a while before finally stepping up from a good ways behind Genieve.
"Well I say! A lizard that knows what a robot is. Huh." He says in a oddly deep voice for his figure, placing a hand on his scale mail covered chest in faux-astonishment. "And a Lord at that! Good for you, bud-dy! Letmeguessletmeguesslet. Me. Guess. You got tired of all the posh and volunteered? Or did daddy dragon got tired of hiding all the maid bodies?"Nirzeg grins toothily, then lets out a raucous laugh. "I'm just ******* with you, Big D. Can I call you D? I'm call'n you D. Little blue's a little to on the nose. Names Nirzeg. Pleasure to meet you, yadda yadda ya, *sniff* *sniff* I think I smell ale beneath all this other shit, so you kids have fun now." And just like that, the fast talking and baritone voiced Gith starts walking deeper into town to find a Tavern on his own.
Derrikoth stands there, mute, as Nirzeg speaks, before addressing Genevieve and Astra once he's gone, "Seems you two keep... interesting... company. In that case, I shall find my own lodging. I will see you tomorrow at the meeting, although I hope you toss the luggage. It's a shame, really."
Without really waiting for a response, he heads off to go see the cabbage lady he saw earlier. Once he sees her, he speaks up, trying to get her attention, "Madam! Madam! I am trying to find lodging in this area, do you have any recommendations as to where I should go?"
Searching amongst the locals for a tavern leads to curious stares at your appearance, and finally to the doors of the Triboar Arms.
When you enter, the proprietor nods to you and cordially serves you up some decent quality grub and drinks, at a reasonable price.
The tavern is a popular hangout for rangers and scouts, most of whom sell their services as wilderness guides. One such ranger type, a half elf, sits nearby eating a hearty looking stew, and nods with regard if you look her way.
Without really waiting for a response, he heads off to go see the cabbage lady he saw earlier. Once he sees her, he speaks up, trying to get her attention, "Madam! Madam! I am trying to find lodging in this area, do you have any recommendations as to where I should go?"
“Eh...hehehehe!” The woman squints at Derrikoth. “Big dragon man. You sleep here, Tolmara will give you a good deal, won’t she? Yes, I believe she will. Well, alright then, she says she can give you a good deal on a room for the night. Beds comfy, bath’s optional! Ehehehehe!”
"A single silver for the night! A single silver for a bed, yes, a bed and a bath. But not in the attic! No, no, no," Tolmara shakes her head and wags her finger, chuckling to herself. "A nice ground floor room for master dragon, one silver piece, a pretty one, one of them shards yes? Or a shield? Ehehehe. Shiny silver, just one, just one."
Tolmara leads you into the decrepit house. Your steps creak, and a summer breeze can be felt coming through various cracks in the walls. The rooms are servicable, but threadbare. Paint peels on the walls.
Alus swims to shore and pulls himself back onto dry land, dripping wet and contented. He shakes out his dreadlocks, then retrieves the reliquary from around his next. He dips it into the lake, filling it with water, then corks it, and puts it back on. He looks back at the lake.
"Thanks, man."
He tucks the reliquary under his shirt, hoists his pack back over his shoulder, and heads back to Triboar, reaching the town proper shortly after the last bit of sunlight is gone from the sky. He heads straight through the inviting open doors of the Triboar Arms, leaving damp, muddy footsteps in his wake. Without saying a word to the employees, he drops his pack with a loud thud next to an open table, takes a seat, and uses another chair as a footrest. He places his hands behind his head and reclines, exhaling a relaxed breath.
Tolmara cackles gleefully at the silver piece, as if she's just heard a very funny joke, and plants the coin down the front of her brasserie.
She ultimately allows Derrikoth to take his pick of rooms; he is clearly her only customer currently. "But not the attic! Hehe, no no no," she wags her finger again. "Not for you. Nice room right here," she points.
Meanwhile, at the Triboar Arms, one of the waitstaff steps gingerly around Alus' improvised footstool. "May I...help you, sir?" The young Chondothan woman inquires.
When Alus, or anyone else, inquires about a room for the night, the staff will kindly point to Urgala Meltimer at Northshield House, just east from the market square. "Some of our clientele prefer to sleep outside under the trees in Gwaeron's Slumber; they say the receive visions from the god, but myself, I prefer a nice warm bed!"
Entering, Nirzeg sucks in a deep breathe through his nose, and then lets it all out in a drawn out sigh. "This will just have.. to... do...?"He trails off upon noticing the half-elven ranger. What starts as passing curiosity turns 'appreciative' look. "Hello, hello, hello~"The gith mutters as he snaps his fingers. Phasing from non-existence upon his shoulder is a cute, little black-furred monkey! With... black bat-like wings and ears. It immediately sets to work pulling the gith's hair into a ponytail as the man approached the woman's table.
"This sits taken? It is now." He spins the closest chair around to sit in it backwards, and with his elbows propped up on top of the back rest, he rests his chin atop steppled fingers. "Hello darling. The name is Nirzeg." He says, rolling the 'r' before ending with some eyebrow wiggling. "Just. Nirzeg. Hehe. And I couldn't help but notice -- well, its more I couldn't help but wonder why such a lovely, lovely piece of Chauntae's gift upon this miserable rock is sitting all alone." He adds, brazenly ignoring anyone at the table(or bar?) nearby. "Aside for a meal of course, but that just made things even odder to me!"
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With the chance of being able to spread her name across towns and cities, Genevieve sprung at the job offer the Harper's had offered to her, even if she had to travel with someone she barely knew. Her new programming made it easy for her to strike conversation, but it was difficult to speak to someone who didn't give her much to work with, which was fine, the organization at least had given the robot the woman's name along with the other man they would be travelling with. She didn't feel inclined to speak with the man, especially with how he looked angry at everything and muttered under his breath constantly. There was no attempt in asking either.
Being approached by the dragonborn caused the robot's metal eyebrows to raise. "A fan?" She would think out loud, but the thought quickly dissipated seeing her portrait followed by the others they were meeting here. If she could frown, she would definitely be doing it right now. As she was talking Astra had taken the lead and answered for her, the warforged only nodding in agreement and when asked what she did, she answers in a sweet voice, "I sing and play music~". When she speaks, her 'mouth' doesn't move, instead it lights up a soft blue color, similar to the rest of her metallic body.
Unfortunately, before she could say much else, the man called Nirzeg finally spoke something other than a complaint... not to say insults were any better. Another frown would have been had seeing the lord go off on his own, along with the elf, leaving her with Astra. "Ah, well, were would you like to go for rest, Astra? I could get us a good deal if I preform there the night... Would you like to follow the rude one?"
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Welcome to YASKT!
Our adventure begins here in the Dessarin Valley.
The Setting:
The Savage Frontier (also known as the North) is a cold, rugged, sparsely populated land of snow-capped mountains, rocky hills, sprawling forests, and foggy vales. Isolated strongholds, ancient burial mounds, and the ruins of many forgotten empires dot this vast landscape. Bounded by the Sea of Swords to the west and the desert of Anauroch to the east, the Savage Frontier extends as far north as Icewind Dale and as far south as the town of Daggerford. Old roads stretch across this great expanse, linking the dwarven strongholds and mines in the mountains to the coastal settlements, frontier towns, and fortified outposts of humans and other folk. These roads are long, lonely, or poorly defended, making them dangerous to traverse. In fertile valleys, towns and cities have sprung up, separated by dozens if not hundreds of miles of untamed wilderness haunted by bandits, barbarians, and monsters.
Evil dragons stirred into action by their dark queen, Tiamat, threatened the settlements of the Savage Frontier for a time. Ultimately, they were defeated and forced to withdraw to their lairs, while Tiamat was banished to the Nine Hells. Fear of the dragons’ wrath has faded quickly with the coming of a new threat: giants. The peoples of the North are no strangers to giant incursions. Frost giants have long claimed the Spine of the World as their demesne, and hill giants are known to scrounge for food in the untamed hills. But now, in the past couple of months, giants of every kind have emerged from their strongholds in force to threaten civilization as never before — and not just frost giants and hill giants, but also stone giants, fire giants, and cloud giants. All of the giants are in an uproar. Reports of giant attacks throughout the North have reached the coastal cities of Luskan, Neverwinter, and Waterdeep, stoking fears that the giants are waging war against humans, dwarves, elves, and other small folk.
It wasn’t that long ago that your Faction sent you to Triboar. There, you were told, you would be meeting with like-minded individuals to talk about the “giant problem.” Your contact here, a woman by the name of Mithyri, is said to be an expert in the field of giants, someone who understands their history. You are part of an experimental, cooperative effort undertaken by the multiple dominant factions across the Sword Coast region—an effort to deal with the new giant menace.
After several days of travel, you’ve come at last to Triboar, a fertile township in the Dessarin Valley. The town square sits at the west end of the Evermoor Way, where it meets the Long Road.
This bustling mercantile town is situated among sprawling ranches and farmsteads, which make Triboar a thriving market for horse breeders, blacksmiths, harness-makers, and wagonworks. There are also a number of guides who operate out of Triboar, taking merchants and other travelers all over the Sword Coast.
Your meetup with Mithyri is scheduled for tomorrow evening at Everwyvern House on the southeast end of town. Until then, your schedule is undetermined, and you have free run of the town.
It’s late afternoon on a sunny Kythorn day. Feel free to consult the map if you’d like to wander the town!
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The Harpers felt like a good fit for Astra. Their ideals certainly sounded nice to her and she definitely liked the fact that they allowed their operatives to act more or less independently. Even when they assigned her to a mission, they sent her to a team filled with interesting individuals; a cute Warforged girl, a mounted dragonborn, a Gith who seemed to be knowledgeable in the arcane, and an elf that seemed to be in tune with nature. She was polite, but didn't really talk too much, only engaging in small talk with the other four as they journeyed towards the town.
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Derrikoth came riding into town at a breakneck pace, dismounting quickly and searching for his allies in a huff. As he walks around town, he peers at everyone he sees and comparing them, ostensibly, to something on a piece of paper. Muttering under his breath, he comes to a stop in front of a small group of people, "robot... angel lady... elf... Gith..."
He looks closely at Genevieve, muttering over his paper, "robot... robot? robot." before speaking up, "Excuse me, madam robot, would you happen to know where I can find this person?"
He shows her a sheet of paper with a small portrait of her with her name written below it. Also on the sheet are images and names of everyone else in the party.
Knowing the region somewhat well and having the afternoon to kill, Alus did what he always does when he wasn't sure where to go: he reached down to the ground and grabbed a handful of dirt and dried grass, then he raised his hand to the sky and let it all fall slowly out of his grasp, watching the direction it drifted.
"Southward? Well alright then."
Alus strolled lazily along the Long Road south from the center of Triboar nodding and smiling at every stranger he saw. He passed a handful of local ranches and farmland, taking some time to watch any livestock that was out to pasture just go about their business. After a few hours, he stumbled upon a pristine lake he had never seen before. He smiled to himself and looked up to the sky.
"Woah. Nice."
He kicked off his sandals, dropped his gear, and waded into the water. Then he laid back and let himself float for a while with his eyes closed while he meditated. He stayed there until sunset, at which point he headed back to town, intending to acquire lodging at the Triboar Arms.
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
Astra just awkwardly points at Genevieve. "This is literally her. Right in front of you. I'm Astra and this is Genevieve, by the way. "
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Derrikoth seems startled for a moment as Astra speaks, then holds the paper closer to his face while he looks from the paper, to Genevieve, to Astra, and then back to the paper. He adjusts his monocle and coat before harrumphing, "Ah. I suppose she is. And I suppose you are as well. Makes sense, I suppose. I am Lord Derrikoth Toknal, of House Toknal. A pleasure to meet with you two. Do you have any recommendations for lodging in these parts? I'm quite unfamiliar with such a... place."
As you approach Triboar from any direction, the tower of the Lord Protector stands proudly over the market square, and you can tell that the stone keep has a decided bent to it; it leans to the east.
From the south/Waterdeep:
As you head into town, you leave behind the numerous cottages and farmhouses that dot the landscape for the cobbled-together market town.
An old, partially ruined wooden fence encloses a large, muddy field on your left as you pass. Beyond the disused, muddy field lies a horse ranch, where thee large buildings stand: a two-story log house with a detached outhouse; a stone storehouse full of used saddles, bridles, and reins; and stone stables connected to a fenced-in riding yard and grazing field. The sign as you pass reads “Happy Horse Ranch.”
On your right, you pass an old graveyard, which has certainly stood for at least a few centuries. North of the graveyard as you ride into town is the friendly-looking Triboar Arms—its front door hangs open, inviting you in for a cool drink and a rest after your long journey in the hot sun.
From the west/Neverwinter:
Your 300-mile journey has taken you over the rugged Triboar Trail, passing between the Neverwinter Wood and the northern foothills of the Sword Mountains, where bandits and orcs often lurk.
Homely Triboar is more than a welcome sight for you. As you approach town, you are greeted by the large, cheery grove of trees that seem to be in an unseasonable, autumnal state; the leaves here are all fiery orange and brilliant yellow, as if just about to fall from their branches—though Summer Solstice hasn’t even arrived yet. You might know that this grove of trees is called Gwaeron’s Slumber, and is popular among rangers and other nature lovers.
Nestled in the north end of the grove, a lonely, ramshackle old inn sits in disrepair. A wrinkled old human woman with wild gray hair sits on the front porch, cackling at something unseen and taking large bites out of a raw head of cabbage. You can barely make out the faded wooden sign, which read “Six Windows Boarding House.”
Asking around town, you will learn of two other possibilities for lodging—Everwyvern House, and Northshield House.
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Survivor: CrispyDM's Saltmarsh as Syltra | SarcasticFury's Strahd as Hadrian Frozenspark | Forge of Fury as The DM
(I’m going to keep things loose, time-wise, until the evening, so feel free to fill in the gaps with role play or exploration)
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Astra shrugs. "I don't know either, the two of us just got here too. But Genevieve is a performer, so she could probably get us a room at a place with her performance. Hey Genevieve, what was it that you did again, I forgot."
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Derrikoth stands there, mute, as Nirzeg speaks, before addressing Genevieve and Astra once he's gone, "Seems you two keep... interesting... company. In that case, I shall find my own lodging. I will see you tomorrow at the meeting, although I hope you toss the luggage. It's a shame, really."
Without really waiting for a response, he heads off to go see the cabbage lady he saw earlier. Once he sees her, he speaks up, trying to get her attention, "Madam! Madam! I am trying to find lodging in this area, do you have any recommendations as to where I should go?"
Searching amongst the locals for a tavern leads to curious stares at your appearance, and finally to the doors of the Triboar Arms.
When you enter, the proprietor nods to you and cordially serves you up some decent quality grub and drinks, at a reasonable price.
The tavern is a popular hangout for rangers and scouts, most of whom sell their services as wilderness guides. One such ranger type, a half elf, sits nearby eating a hearty looking stew, and nods with regard if you look her way.
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“Eh...hehehehe!” The woman squints at Derrikoth. “Big dragon man. You sleep here, Tolmara will give you a good deal, won’t she? Yes, I believe she will. Well, alright then, she says she can give you a good deal on a room for the night. Beds comfy, bath’s optional! Ehehehehe!”
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Hmmm. This seems kind of suspicious. Well, might as well ask to see the goods first.
"I would be interested in finding lodging for the night, how much do you charge? And may I see the rooms?"
"A single silver for the night! A single silver for a bed, yes, a bed and a bath. But not in the attic! No, no, no," Tolmara shakes her head and wags her finger, chuckling to herself. "A nice ground floor room for master dragon, one silver piece, a pretty one, one of them shards yes? Or a shield? Ehehehe. Shiny silver, just one, just one."
Tolmara leads you into the decrepit house. Your steps creak, and a summer breeze can be felt coming through various cracks in the walls. The rooms are servicable, but threadbare. Paint peels on the walls.
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Alus swims to shore and pulls himself back onto dry land, dripping wet and contented. He shakes out his dreadlocks, then retrieves the reliquary from around his next. He dips it into the lake, filling it with water, then corks it, and puts it back on. He looks back at the lake.
"Thanks, man."
He tucks the reliquary under his shirt, hoists his pack back over his shoulder, and heads back to Triboar, reaching the town proper shortly after the last bit of sunlight is gone from the sky. He heads straight through the inviting open doors of the Triboar Arms, leaving damp, muddy footsteps in his wake. Without saying a word to the employees, he drops his pack with a loud thud next to an open table, takes a seat, and uses another chair as a footrest. He places his hands behind his head and reclines, exhaling a relaxed breath.
Long live the PCs of the Past:
Puck of the Shivering Summit -- Tabaxi Bard, College of Lore -- Lyrel's Lost Mines of Phandelver
Alus -- High Elf Cleric of Valkur, Tempest Domain -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Ah'brasar -- Aarakocra Druid, Circle of Wildfire -- Yet Another Storm King's Thunder
Furlong J. Rosewood -- Human Monk, Way of the Open Hand -- The Exploits of Misfit Company
(OOC: Wow I'm gonna die)
What a wonderful price!
Derrikoth smiles at the deal he's getting and fishes out a silver for Tolmara, "If you could show me to my room that would be delightful."
Tolmara cackles gleefully at the silver piece, as if she's just heard a very funny joke, and plants the coin down the front of her brasserie.
She ultimately allows Derrikoth to take his pick of rooms; he is clearly her only customer currently. "But not the attic! Hehe, no no no," she wags her finger again. "Not for you. Nice room right here," she points.
Meanwhile, at the Triboar Arms, one of the waitstaff steps gingerly around Alus' improvised footstool. "May I...help you, sir?" The young Chondothan woman inquires.
When Alus, or anyone else, inquires about a room for the night, the staff will kindly point to Urgala Meltimer at Northshield House, just east from the market square. "Some of our clientele prefer to sleep outside under the trees in Gwaeron's Slumber; they say the receive visions from the god, but myself, I prefer a nice warm bed!"
DM - Storm King's Thunder PbP | Yet Another Storm King's Thunder PbP
Current: Eogard Duramastar, Human Twilight Cleric/Star Druid | Eiren Lathrana, Shadar-Kai Eldritch Knight/Bladesinger | Arugula, Rabbitfolk Armorer
Survivor: CrispyDM's Saltmarsh as Syltra | SarcasticFury's Strahd as Hadrian Frozenspark | Forge of Fury as The DM
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
With the chance of being able to spread her name across towns and cities, Genevieve sprung at the job offer the Harper's had offered to her, even if she had to travel with someone she barely knew. Her new programming made it easy for her to strike conversation, but it was difficult to speak to someone who didn't give her much to work with, which was fine, the organization at least had given the robot the woman's name along with the other man they would be travelling with. She didn't feel inclined to speak with the man, especially with how he looked angry at everything and muttered under his breath constantly. There was no attempt in asking either.
Being approached by the dragonborn caused the robot's metal eyebrows to raise. "A fan?" She would think out loud, but the thought quickly dissipated seeing her portrait followed by the others they were meeting here. If she could frown, she would definitely be doing it right now. As she was talking Astra had taken the lead and answered for her, the warforged only nodding in agreement and when asked what she did, she answers in a sweet voice, "I sing and play music~". When she speaks, her 'mouth' doesn't move, instead it lights up a soft blue color, similar to the rest of her metallic body.
Unfortunately, before she could say much else, the man called Nirzeg finally spoke something other than a complaint... not to say insults were any better. Another frown would have been had seeing the lord go off on his own, along with the elf, leaving her with Astra. "Ah, well, were would you like to go for rest, Astra? I could get us a good deal if I preform there the night... Would you like to follow the rude one?"
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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