Now severely slurring his words as he seems to have finished all three flagons (atleast). Uther, mumbles "fate ha' .... to me, than' th' heavens .... trade" he stands up and walks to Saerirra as she sits down, bumping into Laievis and a few others and spilling drinks as stumbles to her. " beautiful Saeri what...ni'..." as he extends his hands in a bow, the world swirls and his face meets the floor.
Peshley is happy to be able to rest for a bit. In between studying she talks to the innkeeper and offers her services with cleaning up around the place. Hoping to make a little money while she did so. The excitement of the Chicken run and the shock of hauling up a goliath inspired her to spend a little more time working on her physical attributes, not just her magic. If she was truly going to impress her father when she returned home she would need to be adept in many areas. So she also keeps an eye out for people who may be able to train her a little to help out more in a fight.
Grotex, not sure if you had seen the bit in RED above. Wanted your thoughts.
The tavern was slowly starting to get back to a semblance of cleanliness. It is amazing what a little prestidigitation can do to get dirt and blood out of things. During the evening people were returning to the inn, getting a feel for the new location. Peshley's favourite spot was sitting on the rear porch overlooking the cavernous plunge below. It was beautiful and she felt a sense of wonder as she watched the sun between the peaks. From time to time she would hear performers coming in to share their skills with the patrons. Some sang, other's danced or played instruments. Peshley's favourite performances though were the epic sagas told passionately about heroes long dead. She heard a halfling bard named Cade recounting the story of a young princess who had stood over her injured father and fought, leading her soldiers to drive back an invading army. As the story came to a conclusion, Peshley went to talk to the bard. He had managed to find a few others, including the dragonborn singer that she had heard sing so beautifully just before the old man had foolishly cast a transformation spell on the tavern. She walked right up to Cade, interrupting the conversation he was already having.
"I must tell you that I really enjoy your performances. One day I would like a story to be told about me. Do you ever think they will share stories about the tavern that ran amok through town and the heroes that managed to stop it?"
OOC: Let me know if I took too much liberty with what is happening and I will adjust.
"Oh my word!" Saerirra quickly hops down off the stool and helps Uther back to his feet, leading him to a chair and sitting him down. "I think you need to just rest her for now, okay? Can you do that?" She asks the bartender for a cold rag and places it on his forehead to try to help sober him up. "Hmmm....I hope that's right. Drunken stupors aren't my specialty."
Cade - Cade sets his mug down after having taken a drink and turning towards the Elf that had spoken to him he says, "Well...my parents were the operators of our local Tavern to which all of my siblings and I worked at so that we could ensure traveling customers would have a decent enough time before they left to carry on about their business. I was charged with entertaining the guests and after years of reading and telling stories or singing about adventures I wanted to set out on my own adventures...though I never would have guessed that I would have been involved in the events that have taken place so far, I'm excited to see what else may happen. I must admit that I was full of fear and anxiety about all of this and had started to think of going home, but it wasn't until tonight that I knew for certain that I need to have adventures...make my own stories." Cade suddenly realized he had been talking for a little longer than he had intended and grabbed his mug for another swig without waiting for a response.
Saerrira lets out a soft sigh and smiles a little. "Good." She gives a very light pat to Uther's head and leaves him to his rest, returning to her barstool for her own rest, glancing around, spotting the two playing a game.
Peshley is happy to be able to rest for a bit. In between studying she talks to the innkeeper and offers her services with cleaning up around the place. Hoping to make a little money while she did so. The excitement of the Chicken run and the shock of hauling up a goliath inspired her to spend a little more time working on her physical attributes, not just her magic. If she was truly going to impress her father when she returned home she would need to be adept in many areas. So she also keeps an eye out for people who may be able to train her a little to help out more in a fight.
Grotex, not sure if you had seen the bit in RED above. Wanted your thoughts.
The tavern was slowly starting to get back to a semblance of cleanliness. It is amazing what a little prestidigitation can do to get dirt and blood out of things. During the evening people were returning to the inn, getting a feel for the new location. Peshley's favourite spot was sitting on the rear porch overlooking the cavernous plunge below. It was beautiful and she felt a sense of wonder as she watched the sun between the peaks. From time to time she would hear performers coming in to share their skills with the patrons. Some sang, other's danced or played instruments. Peshley's favourite performances though were the epic sagas told passionately about heroes long dead. She heard a halfling bard named Cade recounting the story of a young princess who had stood over her injured father and fought, leading her soldiers to drive back an invading army. As the story came to a conclusion, Peshley went to talk to the bard. He had managed to find a few others, including the dragonborn singer that she had heard sing so beautifully just before the old man had foolishly cast a transformation spell on the tavern. She walked right up to Cade, interrupting the conversation he was already having.
"I must tell you that I really enjoy your performances. One day I would like a story to be told about me. Do you ever think they will share stories about the tavern that ran amok through town and the heroes that managed to stop it?"
OOC: Let me know if I took too much liberty with what is happening and I will adjust.
Cade - Finishing another gulp of his mug he turned towards the gnome that adressed him and he remembered seeing them earlier...though he must admit they seemed to be in a much better mood than before...or perhaps he was starting to feel the effects of the ale...surely not! He says to the gnome, "It is possible that they might, but the problem with stories is on the perspective from which it is told. For instance, the tale of the Chicken Tavern could be told from the perspective of Saeriera and how she quickly used her magics to help those exiting the tavern where they'll embellish her looks or the height of the tavern, but someone somewhere may tell the story from the perspective of a surprised tavern that grew chicken legs and was terrified of having just sprung to life to which they'll put forth hilarious thoughts from the tavern while running through the town." He laughed at this and then said, "But, that's why I'm here...to make my own stories." He looks at the gnome...really looking at her and says, "Thank you for the compliment it will be an honor to perform again for you...hopefully soon!".
Peshley is happy to be able to rest for a bit. In between studying she talks to the innkeeper and offers her services with cleaning up around the place. Hoping to make a little money while she did so. The excitement of the Chicken run and the shock of hauling up a goliath inspired her to spend a little more time working on her physical attributes, not just her magic. If she was truly going to impress her father when she returned home she would need to be adept in many areas. So she also keeps an eye out for people who may be able to train her a little to help out more in a fight.
Grotex, not sure if you had seen the bit in RED above. Wanted your thoughts.
The tavern was slowly starting to get back to a semblance of cleanliness. It is amazing what a little prestidigitation can do to get dirt and blood out of things. During the evening people were returning to the inn, getting a feel for the new location. Peshley's favourite spot was sitting on the rear porch overlooking the cavernous plunge below. It was beautiful and she felt a sense of wonder as she watched the sun between the peaks. From time to time she would hear performers coming in to share their skills with the patrons. Some sang, other's danced or played instruments. Peshley's favourite performances though were the epic sagas told passionately about heroes long dead. She heard a halfling bard named Cade recounting the story of a young princess who had stood over her injured father and fought, leading her soldiers to drive back an invading army. As the story came to a conclusion, Peshley went to talk to the bard. He had managed to find a few others, including the dragonborn singer that she had heard sing so beautifully just before the old man had foolishly cast a transformation spell on the tavern. She walked right up to Cade, interrupting the conversation he was already having.
"I must tell you that I really enjoy your performances. One day I would like a story to be told about me. Do you ever think they will share stories about the tavern that ran amok through town and the heroes that managed to stop it?"
OOC: Let me know if I took too much liberty with what is happening and I will adjust.
Cade - Finishing another gulp of his mug he turned towards the gnome that adressed him and he remembered seeing them earlier...though he must admit they seemed to be in a much better mood than before...or perhaps he was starting to feel the effects of the ale...surely not! He says to the gnome, "It is possible that they might, but the problem with stories is on the perspective from which it is told. For instance, the tale of the Chicken Tavern could be told from the perspective of Saeriera and how she quickly used her magics to help those exiting the tavern where they'll embellish her looks or the height of the tavern, but someone somewhere may tell the story from the perspective of a surprised tavern that grew chicken legs and was terrified of having just sprung to life to which they'll put forth hilarious thoughts from the tavern while running through the town." He laughed at this and then said, "But, that's why I'm here...to make my own stories."
Saerirra would just quietly laugh to herself while listening to the two already talking about how this story will be retold time after time in numerous ways. She also believed that such stories will be spun in many different ways, but she never felt the need to achieve fame, only wanting to help keep people as unharmed as possible. She also notices them also beginning to get quite drunk, even if not quite as so as Uther is. But still hoping to avoid people hurting themselves, she walks over to their table and sits down. "Mind if I join you, fellas?"
Peshley is happy to be able to rest for a bit. In between studying she talks to the innkeeper and offers her services with cleaning up around the place. Hoping to make a little money while she did so. The excitement of the Chicken run and the shock of hauling up a goliath inspired her to spend a little more time working on her physical attributes, not just her magic. If she was truly going to impress her father when she returned home she would need to be adept in many areas. So she also keeps an eye out for people who may be able to train her a little to help out more in a fight.
Grotex, not sure if you had seen the bit in RED above. Wanted your thoughts.
The tavern was slowly starting to get back to a semblance of cleanliness. It is amazing what a little prestidigitation can do to get dirt and blood out of things. During the evening people were returning to the inn, getting a feel for the new location. Peshley's favourite spot was sitting on the rear porch overlooking the cavernous plunge below. It was beautiful and she felt a sense of wonder as she watched the sun between the peaks. From time to time she would hear performers coming in to share their skills with the patrons. Some sang, other's danced or played instruments. Peshley's favourite performances though were the epic sagas told passionately about heroes long dead. She heard a halfling bard named Cade recounting the story of a young princess who had stood over her injured father and fought, leading her soldiers to drive back an invading army. As the story came to a conclusion, Peshley went to talk to the bard. He had managed to find a few others, including the dragonborn singer that she had heard sing so beautifully just before the old man had foolishly cast a transformation spell on the tavern. She walked right up to Cade, interrupting the conversation he was already having.
"I must tell you that I really enjoy your performances. One day I would like a story to be told about me. Do you ever think they will share stories about the tavern that ran amok through town and the heroes that managed to stop it?"
OOC: Let me know if I took too much liberty with what is happening and I will adjust.
Cade - Finishing another gulp of his mug he turned towards the gnome that adressed him and he remembered seeing them earlier...though he must admit they seemed to be in a much better mood than before...or perhaps he was starting to feel the effects of the ale...surely not! He says to the gnome, "It is possible that they might, but the problem with stories is on the perspective from which it is told. For instance, the tale of the Chicken Tavern could be told from the perspective of Saeriera and how she quickly used her magics to help those exiting the tavern where they'll embellish her looks or the height of the tavern, but someone somewhere may tell the story from the perspective of a surprised tavern that grew chicken legs and was terrified of having just sprung to life to which they'll put forth hilarious thoughts from the tavern while running through the town." He laughed at this and then said, "But, that's why I'm here...to make my own stories."
Saerirra would just quietly laugh to herself while listening to the two already talking about how this story will be retold time after time in numerous ways. She also believed that such stories will be spun in many different ways, but she never felt the need to achieve fame, only wanting to help keep people as unharmed as possible. She also notices them also beginning to get quite drunk, even if not quite as so as Uther is. But still hoping to avoid people hurting themselves, she walks over to their table and sits down. "Mind if I join you, fellas?"
Cade - Visibly enjoying the libations that have been offerd to him he hears Saerirra and looks at her and says, "Saerirra I was wondering where you had gotten to? I meant to ask you if you wanted to do another performance like we had before? We were quite the hit so I'm told! It doesn't have to be tonight, of course, but perhaps when the tavern is fully put together and back to full capacity I have thought of an interesting story to share with the people and with your musical talent behind it it's sure to be another hit!". Looking over at the gnome Cade quickly says, "Oh my! Where are my manners Saerirra this is...I'm sorry, again I seem to have not gotten your name?".
"Oh, I think putting on a show together would be a wonderful idea! We could do it as part of a grand reopening of this tavern! We will have to discuss plans at some point privately, don't want to spoil the party for everyone after all." Saerirra gets a big smile across her face at the idea of being able to perform for a potentially large audience.
Looking at the two halflings, Edeleth suddenly feels very tired. He stands.
"Well, gentlemen, it has been a very, VERY long day, and I think I shall retire for the night. Good evening." He goes up the stairs to his room.
The room is unusually clean, considering the state of most of the tavern. Edeleth closes the door, locks it, and blocks it with a chair. He drops his pack and blades, leaning the Naranda staff against the wall and removing the pouch that hangs from a strap over his shoulder. Opening the pouch, he dumps a pile of twigs, each with a scrap of moss wrapped around its base, onto the bed. He carefully lines them up. All one hundred are still there. He sits on the bed cross-legged, pondering the twigs.
Edeleth's mentor, the High Druid Talos Vithan, could actually converse with the sacred Naranda tree. Edeleth was nowhere near that level, but he could often get impressions of the tree's feelings and opinions, if he concentrated. Each of these cuttings was a part of the sacred tree, on its way to becoming its own individual. If Edeleth could find suitable places to plant them, the Naranda tree would no longer be the only one of its kind, alone in the world.
"Hear me out," says Edeleth, in Druidic. "And tell me if I'm crazy. Okay, so I am downstairs hoping for a dragonchess match, and a halfling approaches and we start playing. He admits he is a rogue, and perhaps I reacted without meaning to, and he suddenly gives the impression of being the most timid and inoffensive rogue on this or any other plane. Before I can properly get my head around this, a SECOND halfling approaches, and distracts me with chat about gardens and wildernesses and so on, and before I know it, we've all agreed to travel together. In spite of my practically having been willing to swear a blood oath never to travel with strangers again, especially a rogue. And their names...Rosri and Roscoe. Like twins. Or brothers. Or something."
The twigs say nothing.
"I ask you, does not this seem highly suspicious? Do you not smell a conspiracy? Is it just me? Am I crazy? Tell me I'm not crazy. Tell me I am not going to end up a maniacal paranoiac like Uncle Gaercraban."
The twigs say nothing.
Edeleth sternly points a finger at one. "You. Are you still sulking because you couldn't get planted in the Dream Circle grove? Well, don't. You wouldn't have enjoyed it. Those druids were nincompoops." He sweeps the twigs back into their pouch and over his shoulder. He straps his weapons on again, places his pack on the corner of the bed, in the corner of the room, and sits on the bed again. Back against his pack, legs folded beneath him, arms folded over his chest, eyes fixed on the door, Edeleth slips into a meditative trance.
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Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) WoodElf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2 Last Tree StandingTabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1 Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
Rosri listen while the two strangers talk. He play a couple of hands and soon realize that Edeleth is really good at the game and that he won't win this game either.
He takes a few minutes to gather his calm and then walk back to the table.
A rogue? Traveling with him? After what happened the LAST time? Edeleth keeps his face carefully expressionless as the halfling looks up at him with big, sad, hopeful eyes.
"Well, what do YOU think?" he mutters to Roscoe.
Roscoe smiles as Rosri offers to join up. He's about to respond when they bolt from the room rather quickly. When Edeleth turns toward him, Roscoe offers a slight shrug of his shoulders. "Seems like they could use ours help. I think he could be helpful with yous gardening I guess." Roscoe watches as Rosri returns showing a bit more composure. "You good with plants? I'm not going to turn down making a new friend." Roscoe does his best to make Rosri feel comfortable and even offers an arm around their shoulder to calm his nerves.
“I don’t. I have spent my whole life in my fathers estate and that is all bricks and mortar and..” suddenly he is interrupted by a large bang behind him and turns over to see that the big half-org had fallen over on his face. He then notices the beautiful dragonborn woman and remember that she was the one who had sang some hours earlier.
He turns back to Roscoe. “Ehm.. but if you’d be willing to teach me I promise I would prove to be an ample student.” He thinks of all the ways he could implement the use of plants in his line of work. Making poison and sleeping drugs. And even some acide to help protect him on his journey.
Roll persuasion: 21
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Looking at the two halflings, Edeleth suddenly feels very tired. He stands.
"Well, gentlemen, it has been a very, VERY long day, and I think I shall retire for the night. Good evening." He goes up the stairs to his room.
The room is unusually clean, considering the state of most of the tavern. Edeleth closes the door, locks it, and blocks it with a chair. He drops his pack and blades, leaning the Naranda staff against the wall and removing the pouch that hangs from a strap over his shoulder. Opening the pouch, he dumps a pile of twigs, each with a scrap of moss wrapped around its base, onto the bed. He carefully lines them up. All one hundred are still there. He sits on the bed cross-legged, pondering the twigs.
Edeleth's mentor, the High Druid Talos Vithan, could actually converse with the sacred Naranda tree. Edeleth was nowhere near that level, but he could often get impressions of the tree's feelings and opinions, if he concentrated. Each of these cuttings was a part of the sacred tree, on its way to becoming its own individual. If Edeleth could find suitable places to plant them, the Naranda tree would no longer be the only one of its kind, alone in the world.
"Hear me out," says Edeleth, in Druidic. "And tell me if I'm crazy. Okay, so I am downstairs hoping for a dragonchess match, and a halfling approaches and we start playing. He admits he is a rogue, and perhaps I reacted without meaning to, and he suddenly gives the impression of being the most timid and inoffensive rogue on this or any other plane. Before I can properly get my head around this, a SECOND halfling approaches, and distracts me with chat about gardens and wildernesses and so on, and before I know it, we've all agreed to travel together. In spite of my practically having been willing to swear a blood oath never to travel with strangers again, especially a rogue. And their names...Rosri and Roscoe. Like twins. Or brothers. Or something."
The twigs say nothing.
"I ask you, does not this seem highly suspicious? Do you not smell a conspiracy? Is it just me? Am I crazy? Tell me I'm not crazy. Tell me I am not going to end up a maniacal paranoiac like Uncle Gaercraban."
The twigs say nothing.
Edeleth sternly points a finger at one. "You. Are you still sulking because you couldn't get planted in the Dream Circle grove? Well, don't. You wouldn't have enjoyed it. Those druids were nincompoops." He sweeps the twigs back into their pouch and over his shoulder. He straps his weapons on again, places his pack on the corner of the bed, in the corner of the room, and sits on the bed again. Back against his pack, legs folded beneath him, arms folded over his chest, eyes fixed on the door, Edeleth slips into a meditative trance.
After saying goodnight to Edeleth, Rosri has had enough of scary things this evening. He turns to Roscoe “Well, I better call it a night aswell. This has been a crazy night and I am in need of a good nights sleep. Hope to see you tomorrow, my friend?” Rosri is a little embarrassed to call him that and hopes he doesn’t cross any bouderies. He slides his char in and start to make his way toward the sleeping quarters. If he passes the sleeping Uther on his way he will make an attempt to pickpocket him.
Well back in his room Rosri barfs again before getting in to bed. "This has been way more excitment than I am used to" he thinks to himself. "I might even have made some friends to travel with. Now I'm sure I will find an adventurer and show them all that I'm not a cowerd!"
Slight of hand: 18
if successful what do I find?
If successful, what do I find?
OOC: Do I roll with advantage on that? He is drunk and asleep.. I Just made a regular roll now.( 25 ) <-- this is with advantage
In just a few days of lev3 characters helping out through strength, skills, magic and patronage, the Tavern has definitely more than recovered. It is now the toast of all the 3 Peaks. After all, who wouldnt want to hang out and enjoy a meal, drink and bard show while sitting in a building thats hanging thousands of feet up over the Nâr Bârak Mountains, with giant chicken legs just dangling there inert. And the thrill of knowing that the building was once rampaging through the City like a wild Monster, on that famous day.
And everyone knows that you (all the Pcs) were a part of that heroic Chase and saved the day, so all of you start enjoying a certain "local celebrity" status. You are the people that get to eat and drink and sleep free in the hottest new Inn in the Entire Six Clans. Gavin Mc Kullick, the bartender who all of you get to know really well (a former adventurer himself), is making BANK.
Celebrities are showing up.
In only 5 days, the whole interior of the building gets an interior makeover, as gold seems to just be poring into Shorgreg's chests.
The following enhancements get added to the Hanging Chicken:
Unseen servants
Extra-dimensional spaces and rooms.
A trophy wall for PCs to donate stuff
IMPORTANT GM ANNOUCEMENT
The Hanging Chicken will now be the main hub through which adventurers in the Talaveroth campaign will "spawn" if you will.
It will be used as a main Chat Room, a recruitment thread and an "Annoucement board" for World Changing Events.
Basically, as a spot where players can always come back to in order to mingle/free play/ team up.
I have created 1 sub-campaign/ private thread already for 5 players, and Team Evil is about to start rolling...
Sub-campaign 1 is closed already, but there are up to 5 spots available for sub-campaign 2, and 4 spots available for Team Evil
PM me if you want to be in sub-campaign 2 or Team Evil.
Cade - Visibly enjoying the libations that have been offerd to him he hears Saerirra and looks at her and says, "Saerirra I was wondering where you had gotten to? I meant to ask you if you wanted to do another performance like we had before? We were quite the hit so I'm told! It doesn't have to be tonight, of course, but perhaps when the tavern is fully put together and back to full capacity I have thought of an interesting story to share with the people and with your musical talent behind it it's sure to be another hit!". Looking over at the gnome Cade quickly says, "Oh my! Where are my manners Saerirra this is...I'm sorry, again I seem to have not gotten your name?".
“Peshley. A grand opening would be so great.” She clambers up onto a stool and makes herself at home. “I wonder where that wizard went to. I would love to spend some time with him and get a look in that spell book. Oh, oh, imagine if we paired your singing and storytelling with my illusions. Wouldn’t that be pretty amazing?”
"See yous in the mornin' friend," Roscoe says to Rosri. This new town definitely was different than the other villages and hovels he'd been to in the past. Everyone has been so friendly to Roscoe that he almost felt at home. It could never be home though could it. He always felt so constrained and restricted with buildings on top of buildings and the constant swarm of people that always had more important places to be. No, his home was in the wilds and he longed to be back out there soon. He did enjoy making his new friends though so staying in town for a bit might not be too much of an inconvenience.
Roscoe smiles as his two new friends bed for the evening. Swiveling around on the barstool top, he leans back against the bar. "Yous got a room for me left? I normally prefers be'n outside but don't want to risk that drop." The halfling gladly accepts whatever bedding is offered and slowly makes his way to find some rest. He lets out a giant yawn as he throws his bag of gear down next to the bed. He loosens the strap holding the bed roll from his backpack and lays the roll out on the floor. Keeping his axes within quick reach, he nestles into the roll. In an instant, the sounds of soft snoring rumble through the feathered roll. It had been a good day. Tomorrow will be even better.
Zyman is just glad that the tavern came to a stop, and lifting the table off of himself, gets back up to take a look around the messed up tavern. “Eh, some wizard’ll fix it!” With that, he returns to his notes, hoping to get some more work done for the evening.
OOC: Happy to work with anyone, though casters are probably a better RP fit, since Zyman is a bookworm and studies a lot. Peshley?
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Zyman is just glad that the tavern came to a stop, and lifting the table off of himself, gets back up to take a look around the messed up tavern. “Eh, some wizard’ll fix it!” With that, he returns to his notes, hoping to get some more work done for the evening.
OOC: Happy to work with anyone, though casters are probably a better RP fit, since Zyman is a bookworm and studies a lot. Peshley?
OOC: I am in a group sorry. You may want some variety, not just casters.
Now severely slurring his words as he seems to have finished all three flagons (atleast). Uther, mumbles "fate ha' .... to me, than' th' heavens .... trade" he stands up and walks to Saerirra as she sits down, bumping into Laievis and a few others and spilling drinks as stumbles to her. " beautiful Saeri what...ni'..." as he extends his hands in a bow, the world swirls and his face meets the floor.
The tavern was slowly starting to get back to a semblance of cleanliness. It is amazing what a little prestidigitation can do to get dirt and blood out of things. During the evening people were returning to the inn, getting a feel for the new location. Peshley's favourite spot was sitting on the rear porch overlooking the cavernous plunge below. It was beautiful and she felt a sense of wonder as she watched the sun between the peaks. From time to time she would hear performers coming in to share their skills with the patrons. Some sang, other's danced or played instruments. Peshley's favourite performances though were the epic sagas told passionately about heroes long dead. She heard a halfling bard named Cade recounting the story of a young princess who had stood over her injured father and fought, leading her soldiers to drive back an invading army. As the story came to a conclusion, Peshley went to talk to the bard. He had managed to find a few others, including the dragonborn singer that she had heard sing so beautifully just before the old man had foolishly cast a transformation spell on the tavern. She walked right up to Cade, interrupting the conversation he was already having.
"I must tell you that I really enjoy your performances. One day I would like a story to be told about me. Do you ever think they will share stories about the tavern that ran amok through town and the heroes that managed to stop it?"
OOC: Let me know if I took too much liberty with what is happening and I will adjust.
"Oh my word!" Saerirra quickly hops down off the stool and helps Uther back to his feet, leading him to a chair and sitting him down. "I think you need to just rest her for now, okay? Can you do that?" She asks the bartender for a cold rag and places it on his forehead to try to help sober him up. "Hmmm....I hope that's right. Drunken stupors aren't my specialty."
He grunts "Rest is for the weak, but for you I will sit here for a little while." He begins to snore, eyes open, upright but snoring loudly.
Cade - Cade sets his mug down after having taken a drink and turning towards the Elf that had spoken to him he says, "Well...my parents were the operators of our local Tavern to which all of my siblings and I worked at so that we could ensure traveling customers would have a decent enough time before they left to carry on about their business. I was charged with entertaining the guests and after years of reading and telling stories or singing about adventures I wanted to set out on my own adventures...though I never would have guessed that I would have been involved in the events that have taken place so far, I'm excited to see what else may happen. I must admit that I was full of fear and anxiety about all of this and had started to think of going home, but it wasn't until tonight that I knew for certain that I need to have adventures...make my own stories." Cade suddenly realized he had been talking for a little longer than he had intended and grabbed his mug for another swig without waiting for a response.
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Saerrira lets out a soft sigh and smiles a little. "Good." She gives a very light pat to Uther's head and leaves him to his rest, returning to her barstool for her own rest, glancing around, spotting the two playing a game.
Cade - Finishing another gulp of his mug he turned towards the gnome that adressed him and he remembered seeing them earlier...though he must admit they seemed to be in a much better mood than before...or perhaps he was starting to feel the effects of the ale...surely not! He says to the gnome, "It is possible that they might, but the problem with stories is on the perspective from which it is told. For instance, the tale of the Chicken Tavern could be told from the perspective of Saeriera and how she quickly used her magics to help those exiting the tavern where they'll embellish her looks or the height of the tavern, but someone somewhere may tell the story from the perspective of a surprised tavern that grew chicken legs and was terrified of having just sprung to life to which they'll put forth hilarious thoughts from the tavern while running through the town." He laughed at this and then said, "But, that's why I'm here...to make my own stories." He looks at the gnome...really looking at her and says, "Thank you for the compliment it will be an honor to perform again for you...hopefully soon!".
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
Saerirra would just quietly laugh to herself while listening to the two already talking about how this story will be retold time after time in numerous ways. She also believed that such stories will be spun in many different ways, but she never felt the need to achieve fame, only wanting to help keep people as unharmed as possible. She also notices them also beginning to get quite drunk, even if not quite as so as Uther is. But still hoping to avoid people hurting themselves, she walks over to their table and sits down. "Mind if I join you, fellas?"
Cade - Visibly enjoying the libations that have been offerd to him he hears Saerirra and looks at her and says, "Saerirra I was wondering where you had gotten to? I meant to ask you if you wanted to do another performance like we had before? We were quite the hit so I'm told! It doesn't have to be tonight, of course, but perhaps when the tavern is fully put together and back to full capacity I have thought of an interesting story to share with the people and with your musical talent behind it it's sure to be another hit!". Looking over at the gnome Cade quickly says, "Oh my! Where are my manners Saerirra this is...I'm sorry, again I seem to have not gotten your name?".
Cade Overhill/ Level 3 / Halfling / Bard - Talaveroth (sub-campaign 1)
Manneo "Bear Killer" Thuliaga / Level 1 / Goliath / Monk - Curse of Strahd
"Oh, I think putting on a show together would be a wonderful idea! We could do it as part of a grand reopening of this tavern! We will have to discuss plans at some point privately, don't want to spoil the party for everyone after all." Saerirra gets a big smile across her face at the idea of being able to perform for a potentially large audience.
Looking at the two halflings, Edeleth suddenly feels very tired. He stands.
"Well, gentlemen, it has been a very, VERY long day, and I think I shall retire for the night. Good evening." He goes up the stairs to his room.
The room is unusually clean, considering the state of most of the tavern. Edeleth closes the door, locks it, and blocks it with a chair. He drops his pack and blades, leaning the Naranda staff against the wall and removing the pouch that hangs from a strap over his shoulder. Opening the pouch, he dumps a pile of twigs, each with a scrap of moss wrapped around its base, onto the bed. He carefully lines them up. All one hundred are still there. He sits on the bed cross-legged, pondering the twigs.
Edeleth's mentor, the High Druid Talos Vithan, could actually converse with the sacred Naranda tree. Edeleth was nowhere near that level, but he could often get impressions of the tree's feelings and opinions, if he concentrated. Each of these cuttings was a part of the sacred tree, on its way to becoming its own individual. If Edeleth could find suitable places to plant them, the Naranda tree would no longer be the only one of its kind, alone in the world.
"Hear me out," says Edeleth, in Druidic. "And tell me if I'm crazy. Okay, so I am downstairs hoping for a dragonchess match, and a halfling approaches and we start playing. He admits he is a rogue, and perhaps I reacted without meaning to, and he suddenly gives the impression of being the most timid and inoffensive rogue on this or any other plane. Before I can properly get my head around this, a SECOND halfling approaches, and distracts me with chat about gardens and wildernesses and so on, and before I know it, we've all agreed to travel together. In spite of my practically having been willing to swear a blood oath never to travel with strangers again, especially a rogue. And their names...Rosri and Roscoe. Like twins. Or brothers. Or something."
The twigs say nothing.
"I ask you, does not this seem highly suspicious? Do you not smell a conspiracy? Is it just me? Am I crazy? Tell me I'm not crazy. Tell me I am not going to end up a maniacal paranoiac like Uncle Gaercraban."
The twigs say nothing.
Edeleth sternly points a finger at one. "You. Are you still sulking because you couldn't get planted in the Dream Circle grove? Well, don't. You wouldn't have enjoyed it. Those druids were nincompoops." He sweeps the twigs back into their pouch and over his shoulder. He straps his weapons on again, places his pack on the corner of the bed, in the corner of the room, and sits on the bed again. Back against his pack, legs folded beneath him, arms folded over his chest, eyes fixed on the door, Edeleth slips into a meditative trance.
Edeleth Treesong (Aldalire) Wood Elf Druid lvl 8 Talaveroth Sub 2
Last Tree Standing Tabaxi Ranger, Chef and Hoardsperson lvl 5, Company of the Dragon Team 1
Choir Kenku Cleric, Tempest Domain, lvl 11, Descent Into Avernus Test Drive
Poinki Goblin Paladin, Redemption, lvl 5, Tales from Talaveroth
Lyrika Nyx Satyr Bard lvl 1, The Six Kingdoms of Talia
“I don’t. I have spent my whole life in my fathers estate and that is all bricks and mortar and..” suddenly he is interrupted by a large bang behind him and turns over to see that the big half-org had fallen over on his face. He then notices the beautiful dragonborn woman and remember that she was the one who had sang some hours earlier.
He turns back to Roscoe. “Ehm.. but if you’d be willing to teach me I promise I would prove to be an ample student.” He thinks of all the ways he could implement the use of plants in his line of work. Making poison and sleeping drugs. And even some acide to help protect him on his journey.
Roll persuasion: 21
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After saying goodnight to Edeleth, Rosri has had enough of scary things this evening. He turns to Roscoe “Well, I better call it a night aswell. This has been a crazy night and I am in need of a good nights sleep. Hope to see you tomorrow, my friend?” Rosri is a little embarrassed to call him that and hopes he doesn’t cross any bouderies. He slides his char in and start to make his way toward the sleeping quarters. If he passes the sleeping Uther on his way he will make an attempt to pickpocket him.
Well back in his room Rosri barfs again before getting in to bed. "This has been way more excitment than I am used to" he thinks to himself. "I might even have made some friends to travel with. Now I'm sure I will find an adventurer and show them all that I'm not a cowerd!"
Slight of hand: 18
if successful what do I find?
If successful, what do I find?
OOC: Do I roll with advantage on that? He is drunk and asleep.. I Just made a regular roll now.( 25 ) <-- this is with advantage
In just a few days of lev3 characters helping out through strength, skills, magic and patronage, the Tavern has definitely more than recovered. It is now the toast of all the 3 Peaks. After all, who wouldnt want to hang out and enjoy a meal, drink and bard show while sitting in a building thats hanging thousands of feet up over the Nâr Bârak Mountains, with giant chicken legs just dangling there inert. And the thrill of knowing that the building was once rampaging through the City like a wild Monster, on that famous day.
And everyone knows that you (all the Pcs) were a part of that heroic Chase and saved the day, so all of you start enjoying a certain "local celebrity" status. You are the people that get to eat and drink and sleep free in the hottest new Inn in the Entire Six Clans. Gavin Mc Kullick, the bartender who all of you get to know really well (a former adventurer himself), is making BANK.
Celebrities are showing up.
In only 5 days, the whole interior of the building gets an interior makeover, as gold seems to just be poring into Shorgreg's chests.
The following enhancements get added to the Hanging Chicken:
Unseen servants
Extra-dimensional spaces and rooms.
A trophy wall for PCs to donate stuff
IMPORTANT GM ANNOUCEMENT
The Hanging Chicken will now be the main hub through which adventurers in the Talaveroth campaign will "spawn" if you will.
It will be used as a main Chat Room, a recruitment thread and an "Annoucement board" for World Changing Events.
Basically, as a spot where players can always come back to in order to mingle/free play/ team up.
I have created 1 sub-campaign/ private thread already for 5 players, and Team Evil is about to start rolling...
Sub-campaign 1 is closed already, but there are up to 5 spots available for sub-campaign 2, and 4 spots available for Team Evil
PM me if you want to be in sub-campaign 2 or Team Evil.
“Peshley. A grand opening would be so great.” She clambers up onto a stool and makes herself at home. “I wonder where that wizard went to. I would love to spend some time with him and get a look in that spell book. Oh, oh, imagine if we paired your singing and storytelling with my illusions. Wouldn’t that be pretty amazing?”
"See yous in the mornin' friend," Roscoe says to Rosri. This new town definitely was different than the other villages and hovels he'd been to in the past. Everyone has been so friendly to Roscoe that he almost felt at home. It could never be home though could it. He always felt so constrained and restricted with buildings on top of buildings and the constant swarm of people that always had more important places to be. No, his home was in the wilds and he longed to be back out there soon. He did enjoy making his new friends though so staying in town for a bit might not be too much of an inconvenience.
Roscoe smiles as his two new friends bed for the evening. Swiveling around on the barstool top, he leans back against the bar. "Yous got a room for me left? I normally prefers be'n outside but don't want to risk that drop." The halfling gladly accepts whatever bedding is offered and slowly makes his way to find some rest. He lets out a giant yawn as he throws his bag of gear down next to the bed. He loosens the strap holding the bed roll from his backpack and lays the roll out on the floor. Keeping his axes within quick reach, he nestles into the roll. In an instant, the sounds of soft snoring rumble through the feathered roll. It had been a good day. Tomorrow will be even better.
Zyman is just glad that the tavern came to a stop, and lifting the table off of himself, gets back up to take a look around the messed up tavern. “Eh, some wizard’ll fix it!” With that, he returns to his notes, hoping to get some more work done for the evening.
OOC: Happy to work with anyone, though casters are probably a better RP fit, since Zyman is a bookworm and studies a lot. Peshley?
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
OOC: I am in a group sorry. You may want some variety, not just casters.
OOC: an all caster group would be sick, though.
OOC: All up to DM :)
It would be fun to RP group forming, but we might get stuck in Tavern for weeks in that case.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
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