Our story begins in the city of Neverwinter in the back room of a rowdy dwarven drinking establishment, The Bloody Beard. Our heroes find themselves seated at a table in the company of strangers (each other) all of whom were summoned there on this particular date and time by a mysterious message delivered via a raven under the influence of an animal messenger spell (though none of them know this about the others.)
The table is set with a fine feast of roasted roethe and a dwarves’ share of a dark, smoky-tasting ale. A halfling bard quietly strums a lute nearby while singing a woeful dirge to no one in particular. The barkeep, a blustery shield dwarf named Raster informed everyone that the purpose of their visit will be revealed once they have all had plenty to eat and drink and have made acquaintances with their soon-to-be traveling companions.
Seated at the table are: two half-elves, a half-orc, a firbolg and surprisingly, a rather docile-looking bugbear. (This is your opportunity to introduce your character and briefly get to know the others seated at the table with you. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR CAMPAIGN!!)
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Breaking the silence, Elisa speaks, "You can call me Elisa, I'm a bounty hunter, and I'm not sure what I'm doing in this company." The young half-orc clearly favors her human side, with mainly human features aside from her relatively small tusks and greenish skin. She wears well maintained but simple clothing.
Vanzaren smiles and laughs at the comment, "It's fate my dear. Vanzaren at your services. Circus preformer, entertainer, wizard and lover. Though not necessarily in that order." He leans back in his chair and takes a drink from his cup. "I for one am excited at the prospect of an adventure."
Rigel reaches out and moves a generous amount of food to his plate. As he begins to eat he suspiciously scans the room. His gaze pauses on Elisa as she makes her announcement and his eyes narrow just slightly before moving on. Between bites he quietly states
"I am known as Rigel Foresyth, and I too wish to I know why I have been summoned to this place to dine among such an...eclectic group"
Sticking out from the crowd, almost 8 feat tall young blue firbolg tries to find comfortable position on one of the chairs that for sure were not created for his size.
He hugs in his arms round wooden shield and refuses to put it away if anyone is asking. On the table next to him you can see some simple food and huge mug of worm milk. (you could see that he added cinnamon and honey to it). Firbolg drinks slowly and looks curiously around.
He opens his mouth and starts to move his lips silently.. It looks like he is trying to rehearsal something..After few awkward second he smiles to himself nods and says with an energetic voice:
"I'm Garet The Second. Son of the Garet the...well my father. I have recently helped some lost people in the wood. I want to be an adventurer like my father Garet"
Proud of his speech, he takes big sip from his mug.
To call the bugbear 'Docile-looking' was probably an understatement. He seemed to have accidentally grabbed a chair meant for a dwarf, and sat hunched up on it as he alternated between fidgeting with a contraption that looked like a wicker basket with some kind of netting in it and nervously picking at sloppy stitches in his black robes as he glanced at the clothes of those around him. He finally raised his hand in a little wave to those at the table. "Um.. Hi. My name's Ronk. But you can call me Ronk." He opens his mouth again, but then closes it, seemingly satisfied with his introduction.
As the polite but strained conversation began turning more towards awkward silence, Raster burst back into the room, an enormous smile beaming from his face. His manic mood makes everyone wonder if he has not consumed more alcohol than he has sold in the past few days, and his repugnant odor calls into question his bathing habits over that period of time as well.
“Boy, you lot ‘er in fer quite a treat! Not sure why ol’ Rockseeker picked yous for the job, but if yer up to it it’ll be worth evr’y copper piece! Er...gold! I meant gold...lots...and LOTS...of gold!”
Raster brings forth an unrolled parchment and a dagger as the characters look nervously around at one another. He slams the stationary on the table and pins it in place with the blade which appears to be caked with dried blood. “Good luck! Yer gonna be needin’ it!”
Just then, what sounds like a dwarven bar brawl breaks out in the main tavern room. Raster looks quickly over his shoulder then back at the table: “Dwarves...excuse me fer a moment, if’n ye don’t mind...” he says with a devilish grin before disappearing through a curtained doorway towards the clearly recognizable sound of bearded faces colliding with hairy knuckles.
Ronk leans over the table, reading the note, the re-reading, then reading it once more, each time looking more and more confused. "Why'd he write 'saps' then cross it out?" His deep voice softens a bit, sounding a little hurt by the implication he might be a 'sap'. He scratches behind an ear, making grumbly thinking sounds as he settles back into his chair. After a moment, he nods to himself, stands and affixes the basket over his head, concealing his bugbear nature from casual observers - at least he hoped so - and followed Rigel out.
"Hey! Do not go without me!" Firbolg jumps from his chair to fallow others but..then he stops for a second and looks at the mug still half-full..and goes back to finish it.
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"Sounds like a pretty safe trip, but the money is quite good. I'm in." says Elisa. She then goes out back and gives the wagon a once over, looking for anything out of place.
Investigation: 1
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
While Elisa looked the cart over, Ronk looked at the horses. He didn't get too close to them, but stood in front of the animals and gave them a wave. The basket on his head moved as he turned his attention to Vazaren. "Stairs are easy, but dangerous. This job might be stairs, too."
Elisa finds the wagon to be packed full of an assortment of mining supplies and food. This includes a dozen sacks of flour, several casks of salted pork, two kegs of strong ale, shovels, picks, and crowbars (about a dozen each), and five lanterns with a small barrel of oil (about fifty flasks in volume).
Elisa also finds a small, burgundy colored leather map case with the letters “GR” embossed on the front. Inside is a map showing the way to Phandalin, which appears to be about 75 miles from Neverwinter.
A pair of oxen stand ready to pull the load. They grunt lowly as Ronk approaches, but they do not appear spooked by the scent of the bugbear.
There is room for two passengers in the back of the wagon and a coachmaster’s bench at the front for a driver.
(OOC: The local time is about 6pm. It is dusk outside - dim light - but will become completely dark outside of town in less than an hour.)
As Rigel passes through the exit he hears the sounds of the others gathering to follow. At the wagon he turns to see who will be joining him. As he does he makes a cursory note of the wagon contents.
He then watches as each member emerges from the portal. As Ronk comes out, Rigel gives a nearly imperceivable sigh and a slight slump of his shoulders. His demeanor doesn't change when he sees Garret trailing him. His shoulders slump slightly more as Elisa appears. Upon seeing Vanzaren, Rigel squares his shoulders, lifts his chin slightly, and gives a slight sniff as if steeling his resolve to continue in spite of the situation he finds himself in.
"I'll take point. If there are no objections?" He says as he unslings the bow from his back while moving into position about 40 feet to the front and left of the wagon.
Ronk spends a moment to double-check and adjust his pack on his shoulders. He watches Rigel declare that he'd take point and shrugs, his expression hidden behind the basket. The bugbear adjusts the shortsword on his hip and shrugs again before walking behind the wagon. He crosses his arms and waits, looking around, keeping guard. After a few more moments, he makes a small shocked noise and straightens up. "Oh right. Sorry. Rearguard." He might have forgotten that he hadn't yet said what position he was planning to take.
If Garet can sit in the cart he will put his backpack behind him so the shield attached to it will be easily accessible. He will put his crossbow on his knees and light a torch.
If it possible to attach it somehow to that cart he will do it.
In case he has to travel by foot he will bind crossbow to his back pack and will walk with shield in one hand and torch in the other.
Our story begins in the city of Neverwinter in the back room of a rowdy dwarven drinking establishment, The Bloody Beard. Our heroes find themselves seated at a table in the company of strangers (each other) all of whom were summoned there on this particular date and time by a mysterious message delivered via a raven under the influence of an animal messenger spell (though none of them know this about the others.)
The table is set with a fine feast of roasted roethe and a dwarves’ share of a dark, smoky-tasting ale. A halfling bard quietly strums a lute nearby while singing a woeful dirge to no one in particular. The barkeep, a blustery shield dwarf named Raster informed everyone that the purpose of their visit will be revealed once they have all had plenty to eat and drink and have made acquaintances with their soon-to-be traveling companions.
Seated at the table are: two half-elves, a half-orc, a firbolg and surprisingly, a rather docile-looking bugbear. (This is your opportunity to introduce your character and briefly get to know the others seated at the table with you. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR CAMPAIGN!!)
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Wisdom (Survival): 18..........PLAYER MUST TYPE IN THE TEXT THAT PRECEDES THIS TYPE OF ROLL.
Attack: 11 Damage: 11..........IF YOUR ATTACK DOES NOT HIT, THE DAMAGE DICE WILL BE IGNORED.
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(OOC: Algathorn will take the ready action to make a ranged attack at the first owlbear that emerges from the cave entrance.)
Breaking the silence, Elisa speaks, "You can call me Elisa, I'm a bounty hunter, and I'm not sure what I'm doing in this company."
The young half-orc clearly favors her human side, with mainly human features aside from her relatively small tusks and greenish skin. She wears well maintained but simple clothing.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Vanzaren smiles and laughs at the comment, "It's fate my dear. Vanzaren at your services. Circus preformer, entertainer, wizard and lover. Though not necessarily in that order." He leans back in his chair and takes a drink from his cup. "I for one am excited at the prospect of an adventure."
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
Rigel reaches out and moves a generous amount of food to his plate. As he begins to eat he suspiciously scans the room. His gaze pauses on Elisa as she makes her announcement and his eyes narrow just slightly before moving on. Between bites he quietly states
"I am known as Rigel Foresyth, and I too wish to I know why I have been summoned to this place to dine among such an...eclectic group"
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Sticking out from the crowd, almost 8 feat tall young blue firbolg tries to find comfortable position on one of the chairs that for sure were not created for his size.
He hugs in his arms round wooden shield and refuses to put it away if anyone is asking. On the table next to him you can see some simple food and huge mug of worm milk. (you could see that he added cinnamon and honey to it). Firbolg drinks slowly and looks curiously around.
He opens his mouth and starts to move his lips silently.. It looks like he is trying to rehearsal something..After few awkward second he smiles to himself nods and says with an energetic voice:
"I'm Garet The Second. Son of the Garet the...well my father. I have recently helped some lost people in the wood. I want to be an adventurer like my father Garet"
Proud of his speech, he takes big sip from his mug.
To call the bugbear 'Docile-looking' was probably an understatement. He seemed to have accidentally grabbed a chair meant for a dwarf, and sat hunched up on it as he alternated between fidgeting with a contraption that looked like a wicker basket with some kind of netting in it and nervously picking at sloppy stitches in his black robes as he glanced at the clothes of those around him. He finally raised his hand in a little wave to those at the table. "Um.. Hi. My name's Ronk. But you can call me Ronk." He opens his mouth again, but then closes it, seemingly satisfied with his introduction.
As the polite but strained conversation began turning more towards awkward silence, Raster burst back into the room, an enormous smile beaming from his face. His manic mood makes everyone wonder if he has not consumed more alcohol than he has sold in the past few days, and his repugnant odor calls into question his bathing habits over that period of time as well.
“Boy, you lot ‘er in fer quite a treat! Not sure why ol’ Rockseeker picked yous for the job, but if yer up to it it’ll be worth evr’y copper piece! Er...gold! I meant gold...lots...and LOTS...of gold!”
Raster brings forth an unrolled parchment and a dagger as the characters look nervously around at one another. He slams the stationary on the table and pins it in place with the blade which appears to be caked with dried blood. “Good luck! Yer gonna be needin’ it!”
Just then, what sounds like a dwarven bar brawl breaks out in the main tavern room. Raster looks quickly over his shoulder then back at the table: “Dwarves...excuse me fer a moment, if’n ye don’t mind...” he says with a devilish grin before disappearing through a curtained doorway towards the clearly recognizable sound of bearded faces colliding with hairy knuckles.
Rising to get a better look, Rigel reads the note. As he turns towards the door he pauses and with a glance over his shoulder says,
"I'm going. Anything to get me out of this city and back to the woods."
Then with a swish of his cloak he's out the opening and headed out back.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Ronk leans over the table, reading the note, the re-reading, then reading it once more, each time looking more and more confused. "Why'd he write 'saps' then cross it out?" His deep voice softens a bit, sounding a little hurt by the implication he might be a 'sap'. He scratches behind an ear, making grumbly thinking sounds as he settles back into his chair. After a moment, he nods to himself, stands and affixes the basket over his head, concealing his bugbear nature from casual observers - at least he hoped so - and followed Rigel out.
"Hey! Do not go without me!" Firbolg jumps from his chair to fallow others but..then he stops for a second and looks at the mug still half-full..and goes back to finish it.
"W..w...wait for me"
"Sounds like a pretty safe trip, but the money is quite good. I'm in." says Elisa. She then goes out back and gives the wagon a once over, looking for anything out of place.
Investigation: 1
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"Never assume something is easy," Vazaren follows the group out, "it's the best way to get yourself in serious danger."
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
While Elisa looked the cart over, Ronk looked at the horses. He didn't get too close to them, but stood in front of the animals and gave them a wave. The basket on his head moved as he turned his attention to Vazaren. "Stairs are easy, but dangerous. This job might be stairs, too."
Elisa finds the wagon to be packed full of an assortment of mining supplies and food. This includes a dozen sacks of flour, several casks of salted pork, two kegs of strong ale, shovels, picks, and crowbars (about a dozen each), and five lanterns with a small barrel of oil (about fifty flasks in volume).
Elisa also finds a small, burgundy colored leather map case with the letters “GR” embossed on the front. Inside is a map showing the way to Phandalin, which appears to be about 75 miles from Neverwinter.
A pair of oxen stand ready to pull the load. They grunt lowly as Ronk approaches, but they do not appear spooked by the scent of the bugbear.
There is room for two passengers in the back of the wagon and a coachmaster’s bench at the front for a driver.
(OOC: The local time is about 6pm. It is dusk outside - dim light - but will become completely dark outside of town in less than an hour.)
As Rigel passes through the exit he hears the sounds of the others gathering to follow. At the wagon he turns to see who will be joining him. As he does he makes a cursory note of the wagon contents.
He then watches as each member emerges from the portal. As Ronk comes out, Rigel gives a nearly imperceivable sigh and a slight slump of his shoulders. His demeanor doesn't change when he sees Garret trailing him. His shoulders slump slightly more as Elisa appears. Upon seeing Vanzaren, Rigel squares his shoulders, lifts his chin slightly, and gives a slight sniff as if steeling his resolve to continue in spite of the situation he finds himself in.
"I'll take point. If there are no objections?" He says as he
unslings the bow from his back while moving into position about 40 feet to the front and left of the wagon.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Vanzaren nods in agreement, “I’ll drive. They look similar to the beasts we use different to drive our carts in the circus.”
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
Ronk spends a moment to double-check and adjust his pack on his shoulders. He watches Rigel declare that he'd take point and shrugs, his expression hidden behind the basket. The bugbear adjusts the shortsword on his hip and shrugs again before walking behind the wagon. He crosses his arms and waits, looking around, keeping guard. After a few more moments, he makes a small shocked noise and straightens up. "Oh right. Sorry. Rearguard." He might have forgotten that he hadn't yet said what position he was planning to take.
If Garet can sit in the cart he will put his backpack behind him so the shield attached to it will be easily accessible. He will put his crossbow on his knees and light a torch.
If it possible to attach it somehow to that cart he will do it.
In case he has to travel by foot he will bind crossbow to his back pack and will walk with shield in one hand and torch in the other.
Rigel gives a slight nod and a smaller approving smile upon hearing Vanzaren's willingness to drive.
He performs a fast gear check, making sure everything is silent and secure but quickly and easily accessible.
He waits and watches with a bit of consternation as the other 3 take up their positions.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider