A tall muscular human man approaches the party as they talk on the side of the road. He wears chain mail, and has a large hammer on his back, jet black hair and a smirk on his face.
He asks the Party in a thick Irish accent,
"Hail and well met travelers. Is this the way to Greenest mates? Heard that there was a spot of mercenary work to be had. Any of ye fine gents sell swords by chance?"
Upon smelling the weed.
"Can I trade one of ye a copper for a hit mates?"
Augustus reaches into his coin pouch and produces a copper.
"The name is Augustus Middenheim. Charmed to be making ye acquaintances."
Well met ye beefy boi!! This here’s a sex worker and that’s a product of sexual assault. And me? Well you can call me Al!! Just kidding call me Tackle Box.
I’m one to line my pockets for the right price and as long as there’s merriment to be had along the way I’ll sing ye a tale. And slash up some fell beasts.
Okay to make things work I'm just going to retcon that Tacklebox, Phineas and Thalan have been in a smaller town Easting. Spoiler alert, it's just east of Greenest. The dispensary has run dry on account of the scheduled shipment from Greenest failing to arrive.
An unlikely band of adventures seem to be coalescing. With varying motives, a small group seems to have a common destination in their near future. To the West less than a day's travel lies Greenest with promise of great ganja and gains in gold.
An unlikely band of adventures seem to be coalescing. With varying motives, a small group seems to have a common destination in their near future. To the West less than a day's travel lies Greenest with promise of great ganja and gains in gold.
I pull out my flute to play a mashup by legion of doom, the dashboard and brand new one. *sick* I say we make haste to the east and scope out this so called town! If thats what it really is!!! If we need some cash we got a real Mary Magdalen in our party, ya know the holy who’re!
I don’t sell my sword, because it belongs to Pelor, but if you’re slashing yours through something evil I’m happy to lend mine. Also, have you accepted our lord and savior, Pelor, into your heart? *hands him a pamphlet*
A tall muscular human man approaches the party as they talk on the side of the road. He wears chain mail, and has a large hammer on his back, jet black hair and a smirk on his face.
He asks the Party in a thick Irish accent,
"Hail and well met travelers. Is this the way to Greenest mates? Heard that there was a spot of mercenary work to be had. Any of ye fine gents sell swords by chance?"
Upon smelling the weed.
"Can I trade one of ye a copper for a hit mates?"
Augustus reaches into his coin pouch and produces a copper.
"The name is Augustus Middenheim. Charmed to be making ye acquaintances."
Well met ye beefy boi!! This here’s a sex worker and that’s a product of sexual assault. And me? Well you can call me Al!! Just kidding call me Tackle Box.
I’m one to line my pockets for the right price and as long as there’s merriment to be had along the way I’ll sing ye a tale. And slash up some fell beasts.
Okay to make things work I'm just going to retcon that Tacklebox, Phineas and Thalan have been in a smaller town Easting. Spoiler alert, it's just east of Greenest. The dispensary has run dry on account of the scheduled shipment from Greenest failing to arrive.
Zilzu,Yyagsi, Augustus... How bout y'all?
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This town sucks!! *i exclaim boisterously, not only can others hear it put also feel light pressure on their skin* no more weed??
I bet greenest has the meanest ganja!!! How far? I also want a sword hollow and strong like bird bones that acts like a flute in the wind when swung.
"Ill be heading that way as well mate. Would ye some like company on the road me wee friend?"
An unlikely band of adventures seem to be coalescing. With varying motives, a small group seems to have a common destination in their near future. To the West less than a day's travel lies Greenest with promise of great ganja and gains in gold.
I pull out my flute to play a mashup by legion of doom, the dashboard and brand new one. *sick* I say we make haste to the east and scope out this so called town! If thats what it really is!!! If we need some cash we got a real Mary Magdalen in our party, ya know the holy who’re!
Well let’s go to Greenrest
Phineas winces as if the tasty lick hurts him
As the group discusses heading to the next town, Phineas pulls out a large stack of pamphlets and giggles eagerly
I don’t sell my sword, because it belongs to Pelor, but if you’re slashing yours through something evil I’m happy to lend mine. Also, have you accepted our lord and savior, Pelor, into your heart? *hands him a pamphlet*
I see the group of stoners and ask if they got any white?
I do have some powdered witches butthole which one skeleton key bump will have you up alllll night!!! Especially for a gnome!