Josen is a short (5’5”-ish) half elf young man, with fingertip length brown hair which looks good despite having looked like he just rolled out of bed. He’s wearing a dark, navy button down shirt with heavy leather pants and boots, all of which looks like greasy second hand clothes he picked up from a fish monger, or steel worker. It’s worn and greasy. Over this he has a short crimson cloak which mostly just covers to his waist, and has a hood which is down. A rapier is on his belt, perhaps slightly dinged and a small amount of rust forming. A pack next to him holds all his worldly belongings, and shows he’s ready to leave at a moment’s notice. He’s tuning a lute while he waits for everyone to show up.
Birel walks into The Yawning Portal, bow slung over her shoulder as she counts her arrows. Her dark hair is clipped back with two large silver clips on either side, and she wears armor that looks like it has been recently maintained. Finishing counting her arrows, she looks around the room before settling her gaze on the half elf at the only half empty table. She adjusts the bow on her back as she moves to the table, sitting down and kicking her bag under her chair. "Well then," she leans back in her chair and looks to the half elf, "what brings you here?"She didn't seem bothered by the half-elf's presence, more curious.
Morem is a half-orc a little over six feet tall, leanly built, wearing dark leathers with a variety of half cleaned stains, short cut dark hair looks like he cut it himself with one of the daggers on his belt. He sits quietly next to Josen, keeping a watchful eye on the room and casually swatting away the hands of any would-be pick pockets that reach for his brother. He has a similar pack with his belongings sitting next to him.
Dàin heads into the Yawning Portal after some hard travelling. He has been heading down to Waterdeep after being banished for something he never did. The long journey still hasn't allowed him to get over the shame and anger at his treatment, but he is coming to terms with his new life.
Dàin is carrying a pack with all his belongings, he has some hand axes tucked into his belt but his prize possession is his great axe which he has carried and used since he learnt to fight in the army. It has been through many campaigns.
As he enters the Yawning Portal, he looks for a spare seat to give his feet a rest. He spots an empty chair at a table with an Elf, Half-Elf and Half-Orc which seems curious so he heads over "does anyone mind if I join you, and take a load off my feet?"
Without waiting, he slings his pack onto the ground and sits down.
"My name is Dàin, pleasure to make your acquaintance."
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Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Shayde bounces into the Yawning Portal. While she was not here on business today, this place had been the source off many good leads and she tried to visit regularly. Shayde was a slender 5'7". Her hair was blue/grey, with almost a hint of purple in it. She wore it in two messy braids that came down just below her shoulders. Those who looked closely would notice that any stray pieces of hair were constantly moving as if there were a gentle breeze. Her hair frustrated her, which is why she kept it braided. The extra weight helped keep it in place. Shayde had considered, from time to time, shaving it off altogether. Her hair, along with her pale blue skin marked her easily as an air gensai. There were not many of her kind around Waterdeep, and she tended to do whatever she could to blend in.
Shayde wore tidy trousers that were hemmed mid-calf, a linen tunic with a Dark blue vest over top. In her hair, she had braided pieces of silver and blue string with a few little ornaments attached, no bigger than the size of a fingernail. Her hands at first looked like they wore fingerless gloves, but they were loosely strapped with a coarse fabric. On her back was slung her backpack with a short bow strapped to it.
As she comes into the inn, Shayde gives a small grin and a wave to the bartender, indicating for a drink as she does so. She moves quickly across to a table that had a few spare seats left and sat down opposite a young half-elf. The Yawning Portal was a great place to meet all sorts of people. Some were foolish to be there, and some, you would be foolish to be seen with. People came from all over to see if the tales of the Portal were true, and just as many more came to prey on them. Just looking at the table she had chosen to sit she saw an elf, a half-elf, a half-orc and a dwarf. Your typical day at the Yawning Portal.
Shayde looked straight across at the half-elf. "You're Josen aren't you." She said this as a statement, not even a sound of questioning in her voice. "I've seen you around from time to time. Though I have never had the pleasure of hearing you play."Shayde indicated toward the lute. "My name's Shayde." She reached across to shake his hand.
Josen nods to Dain, giving him a look up and down, examining. “Have a seat. You will be welcome here. In fact, I have a feeling opportunity is about to call on us, and you will certainly be a welcome part of it. Sit with us, have a drink, and don’t mind Morem. He’s cautious, is all.”
As Shayde arrives on Dain’s heels, Josen’s eyes are getting excited looking. “I am. And if you’ve heard of me, I’m sure I’ll be glad you’re sitting here.” Josen looks around the table and back to the group going down into the Well. “I don’t believe in coincidence. Fate is coming to knock, Morem.”
As Shayde arrives on Dain’s heels, Josen’s eyes are getting excited looking. “I am. And if you’ve heard of me, I’m sure I’ll be glad you’re sitting here.” Josen looks around the table and back to the group going down into the Well. “I don’t believe in coincidence. Fate is coming to knock, Morem.”
"Of course I know who you are. You hang out in the same bars as some of the people my clients are interested in. It pays to know the names of others around, knows who's a threat, who you just ignore until the time is right."Shayde reaches over to shake hands with everyone else around the table, saying her name to each of them as she does so. "Morem. Dain. I didn't catch your name," she says to the elf. "Nice hair clips. Do they work well? I tend to keep mine braided or plaited."
"I'll take your word for it Josen, but I'm pretty sure the only thing we have that Fate could knock on right now is this table," rapping the table to emphasize his comment.
Alryn walks into the Yawning Portal. He has a boyish, smooth face young man with white-blonde hair and pristine chainmail. A symbol of Tyr is fixed to his belt by a thick, black chain. He takes in his surroundings as if he hasn't seen the inside of a tavern before, let alone one with such a diverse and raucous crowd. Alryn crosses the room with a nervous, teetering stride, and, spotting the table with an assortment of people, takes a spare seat next to Dain.
He puts his pack down between his legs and rests a steel shield on his lap.
"Well, sorry to interrupt, awfully nice to see you all. I'm Alryn."
“Hey ho, Alryn. Welcome to our party. Shayde.”She smiles and shakes his hand and then introduces the others at the table, except the elf, who hasn’t introduced herself yet. “I don’t believe I have seen you around before. Are you new to Waterdeep?”Shayde looks intrigued by Alryn.
Everyone is relaxing enjoying the atmosphere of the Yawning Portal. The Waitresses seem to have an endless supply of ale as everyone unwinds from previous adventures. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.
Thena a shout drowns out the noise: “Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
The sound of tables turning over and feet shuffling permeate through the area. A crowd of people form around the fight blocking it from view. ((The end of the crowd is about 15 feet to the east away from your table the fight is happening 25 feet away close to the lip of the well. The door sits to the Southeast about 15 feet with the bar sitting to the south. a good majority of the are has stood to watch the fight but several patrons have ignored it and continue to drink there ale.))
Alryn returns Shayde's smile. His face has a child-like innocence to it.
"Not new to Waterdeep. But I haven't spent too much time around this part of-" he cuts off mid-sentence, distracted by the ruckus. "Should we do something?" he inquires of the others, getting up to follow Morem toward the fighting.
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Roland Drask:Human Rogue - Lost Mine of Phandelver
“Not again.”Shayde shakes her head buts stays seated at the table, waiting for the fight to die down. She quietly moves her gear to be ready at hand, but does her best to appear not to be interested.
Josen is a short (5’5”-ish) half elf young man, with fingertip length brown hair which looks good despite having looked like he just rolled out of bed. He’s wearing a dark, navy button down shirt with heavy leather pants and boots, all of which looks like greasy second hand clothes he picked up from a fish monger, or steel worker. It’s worn and greasy. Over this he has a short crimson cloak which mostly just covers to his waist, and has a hood which is down. A rapier is on his belt, perhaps slightly dinged and a small amount of rust forming. A pack next to him holds all his worldly belongings, and shows he’s ready to leave at a moment’s notice. He’s tuning a lute while he waits for everyone to show up.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Birel walks into The Yawning Portal, bow slung over her shoulder as she counts her arrows. Her dark hair is clipped back with two large silver clips on either side, and she wears armor that looks like it has been recently maintained. Finishing counting her arrows, she looks around the room before settling her gaze on the half elf at the only half empty table. She adjusts the bow on her back as she moves to the table, sitting down and kicking her bag under her chair. "Well then," she leans back in her chair and looks to the half elf, "what brings you here?" She didn't seem bothered by the half-elf's presence, more curious.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Morem is a half-orc a little over six feet tall, leanly built, wearing dark leathers with a variety of half cleaned stains, short cut dark hair looks like he cut it himself with one of the daggers on his belt. He sits quietly next to Josen, keeping a watchful eye on the room and casually swatting away the hands of any would-be pick pockets that reach for his brother. He has a similar pack with his belongings sitting next to him.
Josen looks at Birel.
“Gold, I hope. And fame, if we’re lucky.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Dàin heads into the Yawning Portal after some hard travelling. He has been heading down to Waterdeep after being banished for something he never did. The long journey still hasn't allowed him to get over the shame and anger at his treatment, but he is coming to terms with his new life.
Dàin is carrying a pack with all his belongings, he has some hand axes tucked into his belt but his prize possession is his great axe which he has carried and used since he learnt to fight in the army. It has been through many campaigns.
As he enters the Yawning Portal, he looks for a spare seat to give his feet a rest. He spots an empty chair at a table with an Elf, Half-Elf and Half-Orc which seems curious so he heads over "does anyone mind if I join you, and take a load off my feet?"
Without waiting, he slings his pack onto the ground and sits down.
"My name is Dàin, pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Shayde bounces into the Yawning Portal. While she was not here on business today, this place had been the source off many good leads and she tried to visit regularly. Shayde was a slender 5'7". Her hair was blue/grey, with almost a hint of purple in it. She wore it in two messy braids that came down just below her shoulders. Those who looked closely would notice that any stray pieces of hair were constantly moving as if there were a gentle breeze. Her hair frustrated her, which is why she kept it braided. The extra weight helped keep it in place. Shayde had considered, from time to time, shaving it off altogether. Her hair, along with her pale blue skin marked her easily as an air gensai. There were not many of her kind around Waterdeep, and she tended to do whatever she could to blend in.
Shayde wore tidy trousers that were hemmed mid-calf, a linen tunic with a Dark blue vest over top. In her hair, she had braided pieces of silver and blue string with a few little ornaments attached, no bigger than the size of a fingernail. Her hands at first looked like they wore fingerless gloves, but they were loosely strapped with a coarse fabric. On her back was slung her backpack with a short bow strapped to it.
As she comes into the inn, Shayde gives a small grin and a wave to the bartender, indicating for a drink as she does so. She moves quickly across to a table that had a few spare seats left and sat down opposite a young half-elf. The Yawning Portal was a great place to meet all sorts of people. Some were foolish to be there, and some, you would be foolish to be seen with. People came from all over to see if the tales of the Portal were true, and just as many more came to prey on them. Just looking at the table she had chosen to sit she saw an elf, a half-elf, a half-orc and a dwarf. Your typical day at the Yawning Portal.
Shayde looked straight across at the half-elf. "You're Josen aren't you." She said this as a statement, not even a sound of questioning in her voice. "I've seen you around from time to time. Though I have never had the pleasure of hearing you play." Shayde indicated toward the lute. "My name's Shayde." She reached across to shake his hand.
Morem will nod politely to the newcomers as they sit down, "Morem," and nodding to Josen, "My brother Josen," looking to Birel, "Hasn't said."
Josen nods to Dain, giving him a look up and down, examining. “Have a seat. You will be welcome here. In fact, I have a feeling opportunity is about to call on us, and you will certainly be a welcome part of it. Sit with us, have a drink, and don’t mind Morem. He’s cautious, is all.”
As Shayde arrives on Dain’s heels, Josen’s eyes are getting excited looking. “I am. And if you’ve heard of me, I’m sure I’ll be glad you’re sitting here.” Josen looks around the table and back to the group going down into the Well. “I don’t believe in coincidence. Fate is coming to knock, Morem.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Of course I know who you are. You hang out in the same bars as some of the people my clients are interested in. It pays to know the names of others around, knows who's a threat, who you just ignore until the time is right." Shayde reaches over to shake hands with everyone else around the table, saying her name to each of them as she does so. "Morem. Dain. I didn't catch your name," she says to the elf. "Nice hair clips. Do they work well? I tend to keep mine braided or plaited."
Morem
"I'll take your word for it Josen, but I'm pretty sure the only thing we have that Fate could knock on right now is this table," rapping the table to emphasize his comment.
Birel watches the conversation with mild amusement, "Well then, looks like someone has a fanclub."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Morem
"Its easier to have one if people know your name, which is?"
"Fate is fickle, I'd be wary of relying too much on fate, however it does pay to let things take their course sometime."
Odo Proudfoot - Lvl 10 Halfling Monk - Princes of the Apocalypse (Campaign Finished)
Orryn Pebblefoot - Lvl 5 Rock Gnome Wizard (Deceased) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist (Deceased)
Anerin Ap Tewdr - Lvl 5 Human (Variant) Bard (College of Valor) - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Alryn walks into the Yawning Portal. He has a boyish, smooth face young man with white-blonde hair and pristine chainmail. A symbol of Tyr is fixed to his belt by a thick, black chain. He takes in his surroundings as if he hasn't seen the inside of a tavern before, let alone one with such a diverse and raucous crowd. Alryn crosses the room with a nervous, teetering stride, and, spotting the table with an assortment of people, takes a spare seat next to Dain.
He puts his pack down between his legs and rests a steel shield on his lap.
"Well, sorry to interrupt, awfully nice to see you all. I'm Alryn."
Roland Drask: Human Rogue - Lost Mine of Phandelver
“Hey ho, Alryn. Welcome to our party. Shayde.” She smiles and shakes his hand and then introduces the others at the table, except the elf, who hasn’t introduced herself yet. “I don’t believe I have seen you around before. Are you new to Waterdeep?” Shayde looks intrigued by Alryn.
Everyone is relaxing enjoying the atmosphere of the Yawning Portal. The Waitresses seem to have an endless supply of ale as everyone unwinds from previous adventures. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.
Thena a shout drowns out the noise: “Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?” Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
The sound of tables turning over and feet shuffling permeate through the area. A crowd of people form around the fight blocking it from view. ((The end of the crowd is about 15 feet to the east away from your table the fight is happening 25 feet away close to the lip of the well. The door sits to the Southeast about 15 feet with the bar sitting to the south. a good majority of the are has stood to watch the fight but several patrons have ignored it and continue to drink there ale.))
Morem will move up to the edge of the crowd, peering over heads to get a look at whats going on.
Alryn returns Shayde's smile. His face has a child-like innocence to it.
"Not new to Waterdeep. But I haven't spent too much time around this part of-" he cuts off mid-sentence, distracted by the ruckus. "Should we do something?" he inquires of the others, getting up to follow Morem toward the fighting.
Roland Drask: Human Rogue - Lost Mine of Phandelver
“Not again.” Shayde shakes her head buts stays seated at the table, waiting for the fight to die down. She quietly moves her gear to be ready at hand, but does her best to appear not to be interested.
Josen jumps up on the table to get a better look.
“You gonna let ‘em gang up five to one??” He shouts at no one in particular in the crowd.
Paladin - warforged - orange