"Captain Algood," he replies. He hands you each out a gold coin. "This oughtta pay for your night at the Inn." He thanks you all again as he follows his guards inside. More guards have arrived from other parts of the town and are helping to round everyone up.
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At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Ulfgard takes the coin, bites down on it to make sure its real and then puts it in his pocket. Thank you, I only accept for it will pay for the Inn. Its has been such an eventful experience and we haven't even settled in yet. What adventure does Moradin have planned for me ahead.... oh boy I can not wait.
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Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Thank you Captain Algood! If you are in need of any other assistance just let me know." looking to the others in the group "Well what to you all say to a celebratory drink on not getting trample by the local populace my treat?"
"Thanks Captain,"Garrin said, slipping the coin discreetly into his pouch. "I guess we'll be staying at the inn if you need any further help. Ulfgard, I'll catch up with you in a minute, I just need to go collect Pete (OOC: the mule) and find somewhere to stable him."
Garrin slips off quickly back to the alley where he had left him, and leads him back in the direction of the inn, looking for the entrance to a stable.
It's not real hard to get Pete deposited in the stable. The Wicker Goat is a fine structure. As you begin to enter, you notice that the tavern is mostly filled with dwarves and a few off-duty soldiers. The soldiers all raise their glasses to you as you enter. The barkeep, an older man, shouts, "To the heroes who helped restore order!" And the glasses clink together. Everyone seems generally excited.
What would you all like to do?
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Garrin walks into the tavern and is greeted by the sights and sounds of drunk dwarves. Although he had spent plenty of time around dwarves at Baldur’s Gate, he had never been able to grasp their language. Garrin was a little surprised at the lack of locals. He would have expected a number of them to be here after a day on the nets. His father had always told him that alcohol was a great way to prevent too much sea salt building up in your body. It was like adding grease to the axel of a wagon.
At least one of the people was a local. Garrin headed toward the bar. He leaned against with an eye toward the room and ordered a bitter ale. When the barkeep returns he tried to casually engage him.
“It’s a shame what’s happening to that young lad. To think that someone could feel that their only option is to sell another persons life.”
As he talks Garrin tries to assess the barkeep to see which side of the situation he falls on.
Valefor makes his way into the inn after Garrin followed by Ulfgar and Bheran. He nod's sheepishly after that welcome making his way to a free table and stoping a barmaid/man on the way asking for a round of ale for everyone taking a note of the lack of regular civilian citizen. "A round of drinks for me and my friends here that was a but of a precarious situation..dose that happen regularly?"
Ulfgar hops onto a chair at the table and like a kid at a birthday party, his eyes light up at the mention of a round of drinks.. Great Moradin, we just arrive here and already trouble follows. But, ale will fix all.
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Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
Garrin, you remember that the Traditionalists tend to be most of the commonfolk. They feel threatened by the dwarves, but the guards don't. As a result, it would stand to reason that this establishment is often avoided by the Traditionalists. The barkeep laughs and says, "Traditionalists all claim that dwarves are greedy money-grubbers. Dwarves aren't the ones sellin' other folks. 'tis a true shame, but it's Saltmarsh. We're a divided town, but we can't live without the other."
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At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
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Garrin, a little surprised by the casual acceptance of slavery decides to push the issue a little. "So you are okay with this town to be used as a port for the slavers? Surely that brings in some undesirable elements."Garrin takes a draught of his ale and tries to appear as casual as possible.
Ulfgard drinks his entire drink in one gulp, wipes the foam from his long beard and looks at Garrin Me thinks there's a lot more about these things than meets the eye. He leans over and grabs his shoulder. Not all people are brave enough to look straight at what's wrong and do something about it. Some can not. Like I said, not all dwarves. He raises his glass and orders another
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Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"So...Emilia I heard back there before uproar started that you had some bad jokes would love to hear a few" Falcor says a bit awkwardly at the long lull in the conversation.
These people lack Moradin in their lives. Ulfgard raises his mug. For if they were to know the glory of Moradin, they would not quarrel. They would be accepting of others. Perhaps that is why Moradin has led me here.
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Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"You're right," the bartender replied, "but sadly the traditionalists have the majority here. We face a mob if we arrest one of them. Imagine what would happen to the town if more were arrested. Too much goes on here besides that. We've got pirates running rampant on our shipping, hauntings, and rumors of creatures crawling up from the Underdark. The dwarves are finding duergar or drow in the caves and sometimes the occasional undead creatures."
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At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Maybe I could speak to the dwarves. Let them know that Moradin has sent me here to aid them in ridding them of the drowse problem. Ulfgard looks to the others. Perhaps you may aid me in this venture?
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Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
“I have never liked Drow and would keen to be rid of them.”Garrin turned to face Ulfgar. “I am with you. Let’s put your God to the test. But if we help the dwarves first it may turn the rest of the town against us. Perhaps the pirates are the first step to peace here?”
"Glad to have been of assistance Captain..i'm sorry i didn't catch your name." "Man I could use a drink right now!"
"Captain Algood," he replies. He hands you each out a gold coin. "This oughtta pay for your night at the Inn." He thanks you all again as he follows his guards inside. More guards have arrived from other parts of the town and are helping to round everyone up.
At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Ulfgard takes the coin, bites down on it to make sure its real and then puts it in his pocket. Thank you, I only accept for it will pay for the Inn. Its has been such an eventful experience and we haven't even settled in yet. What adventure does Moradin have planned for me ahead.... oh boy I can not wait.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
"Thank you Captain Algood! If you are in need of any other assistance just let me know." looking to the others in the group "Well what to you all say to a celebratory drink on not getting trample by the local populace my treat?"
Well, your treat you say? Ulfgard cozies up to Falcor. That sounds like a splendid idea. Perfect time to toast to the glory of Moradin.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
"Frankly there's nothing I want more right now than a drink and some sleep" Bheran falls in line with Ulfgar and Falcor.
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
"Thanks Captain," Garrin said, slipping the coin discreetly into his pouch. "I guess we'll be staying at the inn if you need any further help. Ulfgard, I'll catch up with you in a minute, I just need to go collect Pete (OOC: the mule) and find somewhere to stable him."
Garrin slips off quickly back to the alley where he had left him, and leads him back in the direction of the inn, looking for the entrance to a stable.
It's not real hard to get Pete deposited in the stable. The Wicker Goat is a fine structure. As you begin to enter, you notice that the tavern is mostly filled with dwarves and a few off-duty soldiers. The soldiers all raise their glasses to you as you enter. The barkeep, an older man, shouts, "To the heroes who helped restore order!" And the glasses clink together. Everyone seems generally excited.
What would you all like to do?
At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Garrin walks into the tavern and is greeted by the sights and sounds of drunk dwarves. Although he had spent plenty of time around dwarves at Baldur’s Gate, he had never been able to grasp their language. Garrin was a little surprised at the lack of locals. He would have expected a number of them to be here after a day on the nets. His father had always told him that alcohol was a great way to prevent too much sea salt building up in your body. It was like adding grease to the axel of a wagon.
At least one of the people was a local. Garrin headed toward the bar. He leaned against with an eye toward the room and ordered a bitter ale. When the barkeep returns he tried to casually engage him.
“It’s a shame what’s happening to that young lad. To think that someone could feel that their only option is to sell another persons life.”
As he talks Garrin tries to assess the barkeep to see which side of the situation he falls on.
Insight: 20
Persuasion: 12
Valefor makes his way into the inn after Garrin followed by Ulfgar and Bheran. He nod's sheepishly after that welcome making his way to a free table and stoping a barmaid/man on the way asking for a round of ale for everyone taking a note of the lack of regular civilian citizen. "A round of drinks for me and my friends here that was a but of a precarious situation..dose that happen regularly?"
Ulfgar hops onto a chair at the table and like a kid at a birthday party, his eyes light up at the mention of a round of drinks.. Great Moradin, we just arrive here and already trouble follows. But, ale will fix all.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Garrin, you remember that the Traditionalists tend to be most of the commonfolk. They feel threatened by the dwarves, but the guards don't. As a result, it would stand to reason that this establishment is often avoided by the Traditionalists. The barkeep laughs and says, "Traditionalists all claim that dwarves are greedy money-grubbers. Dwarves aren't the ones sellin' other folks. 'tis a true shame, but it's Saltmarsh. We're a divided town, but we can't live without the other."
At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Garrin, a little surprised by the casual acceptance of slavery decides to push the issue a little. "So you are okay with this town to be used as a port for the slavers? Surely that brings in some undesirable elements." Garrin takes a draught of his ale and tries to appear as casual as possible.
Persuasion: 21
Ulfgard drinks his entire drink in one gulp, wipes the foam from his long beard and looks at Garrin Me thinks there's a lot more about these things than meets the eye. He leans over and grabs his shoulder. Not all people are brave enough to look straight at what's wrong and do something about it. Some can not. Like I said, not all dwarves. He raises his glass and orders another
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
"So...Emilia I heard back there before uproar started that you had some bad jokes would love to hear a few" Falcor says a bit awkwardly at the long lull in the conversation.
Bheran joins Garrin and Ulfgar "I think this town has some serious culture issues."
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
These people lack Moradin in their lives. Ulfgard raises his mug. For if they were to know the glory of Moradin, they would not quarrel. They would be accepting of others. Perhaps that is why Moradin has led me here.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
"You're right," the bartender replied, "but sadly the traditionalists have the majority here. We face a mob if we arrest one of them. Imagine what would happen to the town if more were arrested. Too much goes on here besides that. We've got pirates running rampant on our shipping, hauntings, and rumors of creatures crawling up from the Underdark. The dwarves are finding duergar or drow in the caves and sometimes the occasional undead creatures."
At every session, I say, "Everyone's here, except Waluigi."
Maybe I could speak to the dwarves. Let them know that Moradin has sent me here to aid them in ridding them of the drowse problem. Ulfgard looks to the others. Perhaps you may aid me in this venture?
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
“I have never liked Drow and would keen to be rid of them.” Garrin turned to face Ulfgar. “I am with you. Let’s put your God to the test. But if we help the dwarves first it may turn the rest of the town against us. Perhaps the pirates are the first step to peace here?”