Hearing familiar names Paren joins in the larger conversation. "My name is Paren, this is Falaine," pointing to the blonde elf,"And this is Eira." pointing to the dark haired elf that was listening to the conversation. "We met your friend Oppenhaldt earlier today. He came to examine the water problem in the woods. Needless to say the water is back but we may have a new problem, and I have no home. He explained to us the strange happenings you're describing and sent us here for the night when we agreed to help. I haven't heard anything about the square though."
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Hearing Paren mention Oppenholdt, Knok's attention immediately turns toward the elf. As if appraising Paren, Knok squints and leans in to focus on their face before abruptly sitting back in his chair and relaxing his features. "If Oppenholdt sent you here then Knok knows two things are true. One, you can be trusted, and two, Knok is safe here."
Glancing down at the food plate and drink before him, Knok seemingly notices it for the first time, and greedily picks up a utensil and dives in with unbridled fervor, the exhaustion of the day's activities breaking down the meager walls of decorum the goblin tries to maintain under calmer circumstances.
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Knok Gnome-friend|Goblin Fighter (Eldritch Knight) 3 | The Joys of Balance
Tanni sits down on the chair with her cloak and nods to the innkeeper when she locks the front door. Tanni stays silent, every now and then sipping from her mug, as the pair share their story. When they finish, she keeps silent for a moment, taking it all in and thoughtfully stirring her fresh flagon.
"Gods possessing folk, gods splitting falling bells, divine visions..." She sips her flagon when Paren chimes in. Tanni nods to each of them as they are introduced. When Paren mentiones the water trouble, she nods thoughtfully "Yes, there has been a lot of troubles around here, and just before the festival. There was an accident at the central square near the church. We were in the square when the tower suddenly fell. Most of us managed to evade the tower, but the bell fell on Jonathan as she tried to save these two kids. There was a bright flash and suddenly the bell split in two. After the dust had settled, Jonathan and the kids were unharmed."Her brow furrows as she remembers the dwarf talking with the innkeeper when she and her companions came to the Wishing Well.
"The tower was built by dwarfs, or at least, under dwarven supervision. It shouldn't just go and crumble suddenly like that. Someone made that tower fall."
As you look around, you see that the small lounge area is absent of the locals that you've sometimes seen here talking over drinks. Besides those gathered around the large table, The Wishing Well is rather quiet. The sense of calm is welcome after having had such an eventful day. Quentin's recounting of the day he shared with Knok makes you reflect on your own experiences since coming to this area. You begin to wonder what tomorrow's festivities are going to look at after all of the fuss in town today.
"That is a lot to process, heard through the grapevine that it was tainted food that caused that madman, those of us touched by the divine would do well to prepare to cleanse food for the festivities tomorrow." Falaine, will sort of size up the whole group, taking in physical details of everyone present.
Quentin listens to what the others have to say about what they've encountered throughout the day. "Interesting...." Quentin says between chewing on some bread and cheese. "So that's where Oppenhaldt went off to. And you say something destroyed the bell intervening to save your friend and the children? Fascinating. I had thought the bell was struck by something, causing it to break and the tower to crumble but it appears things happened in the opposite order."Despite the exhaustion in Quentin's face his eyes shine with curiosity and his mouth turns up at one side into a lazy smile before going slack in a moment of realization and then sighing to himself. "Bloody hell, I forgot all about my horse in the commotion. If it's alive and my goods not destroyed it's probably long gone after being spooked. And after the cart was wrecked by that whole debacle...." He groans and takes a long drink from his flagon.
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Seeing the others join in conversation, Finan feels content in listening as he eats. He is concerned at so much happening at once, almost as if the town is a convergence for something, and wonders for a moment if it perhaps has something to do with the festival. If so, it might not be smart to hang around town for the night, much less the following day. But then, that would all be speculation, and he was too tired to leave town in the dead of the evening anyways.
With a friendly nod and smile at those gathered at the table to eat, Finan excuses himself after finishing his plate, and wanders over to where the bard was playing earlier. A soft tune and some singing would surely brighten the mood, and keep panic from entering tired minds. Today would be a new day, and some investigation into the strange occurrences could be made then. He was certainly interested himself, as Tanni's remark was true, a Dwarven-made tower would not simply topple like that, so there must have been someone, or something, behind the trouble in town.
He picked his hat off his head and laid it upside-down in front of him, ready to receive any tips from grateful patrons, and set his ale mug on the ground next to the stool. He'd decided the first song would be purely instrumental, a slow but cheerful tune on his shawm, then later he would sing a song or two if the mood was there.
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(Let's hope it's a bitter than last time..) Performance to keep the crowd entertained: 18
FInan settles comfortably on the stool and finds that he's much better performing when he's not trying to match someone else's rhythm. The tune was actually rather pleasant and gave the room the energy that it had been lacking after the other musician departed. As you begin playing, you hear a series of doors opening and then shutting behind the door at the back of the room. No one emerges into the lounge following the noises so you assume someone went from one room to another.
Over the course of the evening you've only seen a few people enter the back rooms: Sunspot, Renard, dwarf stonecutter, and finally the bard. From what you can tell, you lot are the only additional guests that seem to be staying here this evening. The patrons that had been chatting at the nearby tables had left over the course of the evening leaving just you all here now. Ombre was still in the back room finding the rest she deserved.
Having finished his meal in dramatic fashion, Knok swallows the contents of his mug in one, protracted pull, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand letting out a quiet belch, muttering a perfunctory, "Excuse Knock," before hopping off the chair and stretching. Cracking several vertebrae, Knok yawns deeply and flips his room key back and forth between his green, grubby hands.
"Knok going to sleep. Knok hopes you're here tomorrow when Knok wakes up, Quentin. Rest of you, Knok hopes to understand more of what happening tomorrow from you. But it's late, Knok is very tired, and Knok won't understand much else this late. Good night!"
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Knok Gnome-friend|Goblin Fighter (Eldritch Knight) 3 | The Joys of Balance
Knok moves to the back of the lounge and finds the door that Sunspot was taken through earlier. Before his is a long hallway with doors on each side with different symbols on each door. He looks for one that matches the symbol on his key. He's able to slip in the key and enter the room simple enough before locking the door behind him.
"Well, it was quite chaotic, but I'm sure the bell split BEFORE it hit the ground. Who knows, maybe it really was Shamara saving them"
At the mention of tainted food, Tanni stares at her plate, a slight worry apparent on her face.
"I think I'll head to bed also, long day and all. Maybe this all makes more sense in the morning" and with a few large gulps empties the rest of her flagon. With a burp, she gathers her belongings and turns to the group "See you at breakfast" and leaves for her room.
Falaine makes her way back to her room and finds the hallway pleasantly empty. Checking the symbol on her key, she returns to where she had spent a few moments earlier. She closes and locks the door behind her before settling in for the night.
Tanni makes her way down the hall to her room and finds comfort in nothing being different than when she left it earlier. She pulls the door closed behind her making sure it locks.
((Everyone going to sleep/meditation for the evening go ahead and take the benefits of a long rest. Don't forget to update you spells if that's a thing your class does after the LR as well. Let me know if you have any questions! If you intend to stay up much longer, you will suffer one level of exhaustion tomorrow.))
Quentin had begun scribbling on some spare paper he keeps in his bags after the conversation began to die down. Trying to make breakthroughs in his arcane research would certainly take his mind off the horse and his lost trinkets.
The others heading to bed take him out of his train of thought, "Sleep well. Turning in is probably for the best." Quentin glances down at his scribbling. "I'm going to need to get some sleep if I'm to add these to my tome and make them work. Good night everyone. I'm sure I'll see you at breakfast, Knok." And then he heads towards his room, tossing 3 silver in Finan's hat as he goes.
Finan gives Quentin a gracious nod in thanks at the tip, and with that decides one more song before he, too, would head for the comfort of sleep. A quick-paced jig to finish off the evening, followed by a smile, wink and a deep bow for the remaining listeners. "That will be all for me too, friends. See you in the morning." He scoops up the contents of his hat, then makes his way to his bedroom, not forgetting to bring his empty mug to the counter before he leaves.
Everyone finds comfort in their rooms whether they're sleeping or meditating. The night passes by without incident. You rise in the morning at your own pace and your new companions slowly start to funnel back into the lounge.
The smell of smoked meats and fresh juice welcomes you to the lounge of the Wishing Well. Ombre and Renard are already bring plates and mugs to the table when they see you enter.
Jonathan returns back after his bathroom break and finishes his drink in a mostly quiet manner. Once he is finished he decides to retire there and then, heading to his room for the night, closing and locking the door behind him.
The following morning Jonathan heads down at a reasonably early hour. He has dressed in a much finer set of clothes today, though his green cloak seems to have remained upstairs for the time being. He recalls how nice it is to be having someone treat you like an honoured guest again after such a long and arduous journey. The memories of the events of yesterday are still in his mind, but more towards the back of it for the time being.
"Ah, good morning." He says to the staff as they present the cooked breakfast. "I see your impression given yesterday holds into the following day." He takes a seat and takes a smell of the cooked meats, neatly dining and having a helping of the juice in an orderly fashion.
Falaine will enter groggily. "How do people sleep on such soft beds?" She says to no one in particular, she'll slide lazily into a chair, her hair in disarray. She'll address Jonathan, "Good morning."
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Hearing familiar names Paren joins in the larger conversation. "My name is Paren, this is Falaine," pointing to the blonde elf, "And this is Eira." pointing to the dark haired elf that was listening to the conversation. "We met your friend Oppenhaldt earlier today. He came to examine the water problem in the woods. Needless to say the water is back but we may have a new problem, and I have no home. He explained to us the strange happenings you're describing and sent us here for the night when we agreed to help. I haven't heard anything about the square though."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Hearing Paren mention Oppenholdt, Knok's attention immediately turns toward the elf. As if appraising Paren, Knok squints and leans in to focus on their face before abruptly sitting back in his chair and relaxing his features. "If Oppenholdt sent you here then Knok knows two things are true. One, you can be trusted, and two, Knok is safe here."
Glancing down at the food plate and drink before him, Knok seemingly notices it for the first time, and greedily picks up a utensil and dives in with unbridled fervor, the exhaustion of the day's activities breaking down the meager walls of decorum the goblin tries to maintain under calmer circumstances.
Knok Gnome-friend | Goblin Fighter (Eldritch Knight) 3 | The Joys of Balance
Tanni sits down on the chair with her cloak and nods to the innkeeper when she locks the front door. Tanni stays silent, every now and then sipping from her mug, as the pair share their story. When they finish, she keeps silent for a moment, taking it all in and thoughtfully stirring her fresh flagon.
"Gods possessing folk, gods splitting falling bells, divine visions..." She sips her flagon when Paren chimes in. Tanni nods to each of them as they are introduced. When Paren mentiones the water trouble, she nods thoughtfully "Yes, there has been a lot of troubles around here, and just before the festival. There was an accident at the central square near the church. We were in the square when the tower suddenly fell. Most of us managed to evade the tower, but the bell fell on Jonathan as she tried to save these two kids. There was a bright flash and suddenly the bell split in two. After the dust had settled, Jonathan and the kids were unharmed." Her brow furrows as she remembers the dwarf talking with the innkeeper when she and her companions came to the Wishing Well.
"The tower was built by dwarfs, or at least, under dwarven supervision. It shouldn't just go and crumble suddenly like that. Someone made that tower fall."
As you look around, you see that the small lounge area is absent of the locals that you've sometimes seen here talking over drinks. Besides those gathered around the large table, The Wishing Well is rather quiet. The sense of calm is welcome after having had such an eventful day. Quentin's recounting of the day he shared with Knok makes you reflect on your own experiences since coming to this area. You begin to wonder what tomorrow's festivities are going to look at after all of the fuss in town today.
"That is a lot to process, heard through the grapevine that it was tainted food that caused that madman, those of us touched by the divine would do well to prepare to cleanse food for the festivities tomorrow." Falaine, will sort of size up the whole group, taking in physical details of everyone present.
Quentin listens to what the others have to say about what they've encountered throughout the day. "Interesting...." Quentin says between chewing on some bread and cheese. "So that's where Oppenhaldt went off to. And you say something destroyed the bell intervening to save your friend and the children? Fascinating. I had thought the bell was struck by something, causing it to break and the tower to crumble but it appears things happened in the opposite order." Despite the exhaustion in Quentin's face his eyes shine with curiosity and his mouth turns up at one side into a lazy smile before going slack in a moment of realization and then sighing to himself. "Bloody hell, I forgot all about my horse in the commotion. If it's alive and my goods not destroyed it's probably long gone after being spooked. And after the cart was wrecked by that whole debacle...." He groans and takes a long drink from his flagon.
Seeing the others join in conversation, Finan feels content in listening as he eats. He is concerned at so much happening at once, almost as if the town is a convergence for something, and wonders for a moment if it perhaps has something to do with the festival. If so, it might not be smart to hang around town for the night, much less the following day. But then, that would all be speculation, and he was too tired to leave town in the dead of the evening anyways.
With a friendly nod and smile at those gathered at the table to eat, Finan excuses himself after finishing his plate, and wanders over to where the bard was playing earlier. A soft tune and some singing would surely brighten the mood, and keep panic from entering tired minds. Today would be a new day, and some investigation into the strange occurrences could be made then. He was certainly interested himself, as Tanni's remark was true, a Dwarven-made tower would not simply topple like that, so there must have been someone, or something, behind the trouble in town.
He picked his hat off his head and laid it upside-down in front of him, ready to receive any tips from grateful patrons, and set his ale mug on the ground next to the stool. He'd decided the first song would be purely instrumental, a slow but cheerful tune on his shawm, then later he would sing a song or two if the mood was there.
Mechanics:
(Let's hope it's a bitter than last time..)
Performance to keep the crowd entertained: 18
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
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FInan settles comfortably on the stool and finds that he's much better performing when he's not trying to match someone else's rhythm. The tune was actually rather pleasant and gave the room the energy that it had been lacking after the other musician departed. As you begin playing, you hear a series of doors opening and then shutting behind the door at the back of the room. No one emerges into the lounge following the noises so you assume someone went from one room to another.
Over the course of the evening you've only seen a few people enter the back rooms: Sunspot, Renard, dwarf stonecutter, and finally the bard. From what you can tell, you lot are the only additional guests that seem to be staying here this evening. The patrons that had been chatting at the nearby tables had left over the course of the evening leaving just you all here now. Ombre was still in the back room finding the rest she deserved.
Falaine will stretch and excuse herself to the back offering all a "Goodnight, and goodmorrow." Before heading to bed.
Having finished his meal in dramatic fashion, Knok swallows the contents of his mug in one, protracted pull, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand letting out a quiet belch, muttering a perfunctory, "Excuse Knock," before hopping off the chair and stretching. Cracking several vertebrae, Knok yawns deeply and flips his room key back and forth between his green, grubby hands.
"Knok going to sleep. Knok hopes you're here tomorrow when Knok wakes up, Quentin. Rest of you, Knok hopes to understand more of what happening tomorrow from you. But it's late, Knok is very tired, and Knok won't understand much else this late. Good night!"
Knok Gnome-friend | Goblin Fighter (Eldritch Knight) 3 | The Joys of Balance
Knok moves to the back of the lounge and finds the door that Sunspot was taken through earlier. Before his is a long hallway with doors on each side with different symbols on each door. He looks for one that matches the symbol on his key. He's able to slip in the key and enter the room simple enough before locking the door behind him.
"Well, it was quite chaotic, but I'm sure the bell split BEFORE it hit the ground. Who knows, maybe it really was Shamara saving them"
At the mention of tainted food, Tanni stares at her plate, a slight worry apparent on her face.
"I think I'll head to bed also, long day and all. Maybe this all makes more sense in the morning" and with a few large gulps empties the rest of her flagon. With a burp, she gathers her belongings and turns to the group "See you at breakfast" and leaves for her room.
Falaine makes her way back to her room and finds the hallway pleasantly empty. Checking the symbol on her key, she returns to where she had spent a few moments earlier. She closes and locks the door behind her before settling in for the night.
Tanni makes her way down the hall to her room and finds comfort in nothing being different than when she left it earlier. She pulls the door closed behind her making sure it locks.
Seeing everyone else heading for bed Paren will follow. Once there he will spend time praying as he hasn't yet today, then he will take his rest.
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Quentin had begun scribbling on some spare paper he keeps in his bags after the conversation began to die down. Trying to make breakthroughs in his arcane research would certainly take his mind off the horse and his lost trinkets.
The others heading to bed take him out of his train of thought, "Sleep well. Turning in is probably for the best." Quentin glances down at his scribbling. "I'm going to need to get some sleep if I'm to add these to my tome and make them work. Good night everyone. I'm sure I'll see you at breakfast, Knok." And then he heads towards his room, tossing 3 silver in Finan's hat as he goes.
Finan gives Quentin a gracious nod in thanks at the tip, and with that decides one more song before he, too, would head for the comfort of sleep. A quick-paced jig to finish off the evening, followed by a smile, wink and a deep bow for the remaining listeners. "That will be all for me too, friends. See you in the morning."
He scoops up the contents of his hat, then makes his way to his bedroom, not forgetting to bring his empty mug to the counter before he leaves.
Lynn-Marie Verine-Wintercleaver, Human Bloodhunter - Adventures in Esyldien
Finan Caible, Human Bard - Joys of Balance
Yroc Grumbak, Orc Fighlock - Pizazz's ToA
Arell Peroan, Half-Elf Warlonk - Scattered Gods
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Everyone finds comfort in their rooms whether they're sleeping or meditating. The night passes by without incident. You rise in the morning at your own pace and your new companions slowly start to funnel back into the lounge.
The smell of smoked meats and fresh juice welcomes you to the lounge of the Wishing Well. Ombre and Renard are already bring plates and mugs to the table when they see you enter.
(Make sure you've taken a long rest)
Jonathan returns back after his bathroom break and finishes his drink in a mostly quiet manner. Once he is finished he decides to retire there and then, heading to his room for the night, closing and locking the door behind him.
The following morning Jonathan heads down at a reasonably early hour. He has dressed in a much finer set of clothes today, though his green cloak seems to have remained upstairs for the time being. He recalls how nice it is to be having someone treat you like an honoured guest again after such a long and arduous journey. The memories of the events of yesterday are still in his mind, but more towards the back of it for the time being.
"Ah, good morning." He says to the staff as they present the cooked breakfast. "I see your impression given yesterday holds into the following day." He takes a seat and takes a smell of the cooked meats, neatly dining and having a helping of the juice in an orderly fashion.
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Falaine will enter groggily. "How do people sleep on such soft beds?" She says to no one in particular, she'll slide lazily into a chair, her hair in disarray. She'll address Jonathan, "Good morning."