18 Mirtul, 1491 DR (The Year of the Scarlet Witch)
Our story begins in Red Larch, a little town on the Long Road, a few days’ travel north of Waterdeep and south of Yartar. It’s a way station for caravans coming to or from the cities of the North, with only one inn, the Swinging Sword. An important delegation from the city of Mirabar disappeared in the nearby Sumber Hills. The whole town is also abuzz with news and rumors of fierce raiders, roaming monsters, suspicious strangers, and unseasonable weather.
The disappearance of the Mirabar delegation has come to the attention of the five political factions of the Sword Coast. The concerned faction leaders decided to combine their resources in an effort to locate the delegation.
For this purpose you have been personally selected to represent your faction in the search party. While locating and retrieving the lost delegation remains your primary objective, it is imperative that you do not forget your faction’s business interests. A guide has been procured to navigate the wild Sumber Hills, who currently awaits you in the Helm at Highsun.
The sun is descending behind the Sumber Hills when five exhausted adventurers trudge into Red Larch, and the sky is painted a warm orange. The first of the shops are beginning to close, but the inn in the center of town, The Swinging Sword, and the Helm at Highsun tavern directly across the road from it are doing a roaring trade in food, drink, and stories. As they approach the crossroads in the heart of town, where the Kheldell Path is intersected by the Long Road before it becomes the Cairn Road, the sound of laughter and the smell of roasting meat hangs in the cool spring air.
Dramatis Personae
Dawani Bristletoes of the Harpers (Played by Ryelntlar)
Torvin Thunderheart of the Emerald Enclave (Played by Templar32)
Balmar Vex of the Lord’s Alliance (Played by Mindmadejace)
Sparks of the Zhentarim (Played by DragonDenn)
Coldin Terun of the Order of the Gauntlet (Played by Sidewinder51)
"He'll meet ya at da Helm at Highsun..." A voice with a naisily sound to it issues from the beak of a black-feathered bird-man as he walks wearily into town and glances towards the inn and tavern. The man's black feathers are dusty from travel, with a tunic worn over his torso. he has a rapier at one hip and a crossbow at the other. His pack is slung over his shoulder, and he wears a component pouch at his waist. A sound like wagon wheels grinding over rocks comes then, his way of sighing, and he moves towards the tavern.
(Updated character to reflect my options. Is now a halfling.)
Seated on a barrel outside the door of the Helm at Highsun is a beautiful halfling woman, under her chin rests a Viol and the lively hum of a halfling fiddle tune can be heard above the din inside. To many passersby she is not but a busker looking to make ends meet, but she watches the bird man from the corner of her eye. "That's definitely out of place" she thinks quietly as she continues to play.
Hearing the music as he nears the door, the bird man begins to mimic it back, as he goes inside, exactly as it was played. He continues inside though, only pausing to give the halfling a nod of respect for the playing.
A dwarf with bright red hair and a long beard casts a curious glance up at the halfling as he wanders by. He hasn't heard a good fiddle tune in a while and takes a moment to enjoy before pushing his way through the door.
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A male half-elf in his twenty's (though it's hard to tell with Half-elves) wearing a large backpack and dressed in dark green rough pants and a black leather jacket leans against the wall inside the Helm of the highson. He holds a plate in one hand, a fork in the other, scooping meaty stew into his mouth, taking time to chew and enjoy the warm meal while glancing around the room. His hair is long and tied back in a ponytail, his face is a bit dirty, and a leaf still clings to the edge of his jackets hood. He wears knee high brown boots that are splattered with mud. He scans his pale grey eyes around room watching each traveler enter, wondering how obvious these outsiders are going to be to identify. He feels he's given his answer when the bird creature wanders into the tavern. Waiting until the strange creature takes a seat at a table, the half-elf then wanders over to it, and waits until his presence is given attention. "I'm Tangle, your guide," says the man in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice, and just a hint of playfulness. "Presuming you're here from the factions to look for the missing delegation of course, I could have you pegged all wrong."
Tangle sits at the table without shaking hands, placing his half-finished plate on the table and goes about finishing the food.
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"Tangle, your guide," says the bird-man in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice, and just a hint of playfulness, Tangle's own voice. Then, "He'll meet ya at da Helm at Highsun..." A voice with a naisily sound to it comes next. The voice then switches back to Tangle's own... "look for the missing delegation." The bird man gives a nod at this. He glances over the mud-splattered boots as he says... "of course, I could have you pegged all wrong."
Pointing to himself then, the bird-man makes a sound of sparks sizzling in air. "Sparks..." Comes a soft female voice then, sounding excited to have figured out something.
The dwarf looks around as he enters and spots the pair of odd looking companions. He wanders over. "By the look of ya, yer the folks am suppose ta meet. Lookin' for tha missin' delegation."
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The half-elf's eyes are torn away from the odd bird man to look at the dwarf, appraising him with a long glance, before returning his eyes back to 'Sparks'. While continuing to examine Sparks, the half-elf says, "Yes. The missing delegation, which I'm keen to learn more about. This region has been chaotic of late, with raiders, and attacks. But more, the very weather itself has been strange. Who is this missing delegation I wonder. Anyway, I'm your guide to the Dessarin valley. I know the area well, and I have a vested interest in determining what is throwing this region into chaos. You can call me Tangle. This....mimic..seems to be named Sparks."
The half-elf's voice is soft and his eyes frequently dart around the room. Loud noises seem to set him on edge and he's clearly uncomfortable in such a crowded place. The half-elf's eyes look into nothing for a moment, zoning out, before returning to the group. "Let us wait for the others."
Auntie, the once crone and now pseudo dragon, sits, perched on the roof of the Inn across the street from the tavern, invisible. Her eyes are Tangle's eyes as the two of them watch the street for the coming of more travellers.
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Ever wary, Dawani finishes her song as while looking for people watching the door. (Perception: 14) If she spots anyone she'll make note of their details, regardless she'll duck inside and slip to the table next to Sparks and the others.
"Sparks." Sparks says in Tangle's voice. "Lookin' for tha missin' delegation." he confirms in the dwarf's own voice. He takes the dwarf's hand and gives a firm shake as he glances around. if he spots the halfling, from outside, he will start to mimic the song he was playing outside as a greeting.
The Helm at Highsun is a dirty, two-story tavern. Rusty grills cover the small, grimy windows. The first floor of the building serves as a taproom, with a bar at the far end that runs the width of the room. The taproom is dim and dark paneled, lit only by three copper candle lanterns which hang over the bar. A wooden staircase winds upwards to the upper floor, which is similar to the taproom but contains several moth-eaten armchairs. Another wooden staircase behind the bar leads down to the cellars.
Your fellow patrons appear to be the typical local tavern clientele. Several dwarves covered in rock dust swap war stories at one table, while opposite them two merchants are engaged in a game of dice. A hulking half-orc woman at the bar downs a mug of beer and drunkenly requests another.
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"Dawani Bristletoes, of the Sword Coast Bristletoes pleasure." As she gives a curt bow, she subtly turns her wrist to show her symbol of the Harpers and of Ogmha and Mystra. (They are woven into different patches of her riding cloak on the underside)
Sleight of hand to hide the symbols from other patrons: 21
A Dwarf with shoulder length black hair and long beard wearing leather and a green cloak with a staff in hand stops at the front of the tavern and dusts off before entering. Upon entering he looks around to determine who he is supposed to meet. He spots another Dwarf talking to other patrons. He walks over and says: "Greetings my name is Torvin Thunderheart. Are you the others looking for the missing delegation? If so, I apologize for being a bit late but Nature called on my way here."
"Quite the brazen group, we stick out like a sore thumb in here." She'll slide up to the merchants and set a silver on the table. "What's the game gentlefolk?" She'll stay near enough to the party's table to hear details, but she also wants to gather her own information.
"So, what do you guys know about this missing delegation? Anything?" Tangle asks, watching the exchanges but staying a bit standoffish. "And I think we're still waiting for one more, ya? Balmar Vex I think. Anyone know him or...her?"
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18 Mirtul, 1491 DR (The Year of the Scarlet Witch)
The disappearance of the Mirabar delegation has come to the attention of the five political factions of the Sword Coast. The concerned faction leaders decided to combine their resources in an effort to locate the delegation.
For this purpose you have been personally selected to represent your faction in the search party. While locating and retrieving the lost delegation remains your primary objective, it is imperative that you do not forget your faction’s business interests. A guide has been procured to navigate the wild Sumber Hills, who currently awaits you in the Helm at Highsun.
The sun is descending behind the Sumber Hills when five exhausted adventurers trudge into Red Larch, and the sky is painted a warm orange. The first of the shops are beginning to close, but the inn in the center of town, The Swinging Sword, and the Helm at Highsun tavern directly across the road from it are doing a roaring trade in food, drink, and stories. As they approach the crossroads in the heart of town, where the Kheldell Path is intersected by the Long Road before it becomes the Cairn Road, the sound of laughter and the smell of roasting meat hangs in the cool spring air.
Dramatis Personae
Dawani Bristletoes of the Harpers (Played by Ryelntlar)
Torvin Thunderheart of the Emerald Enclave (Played by Templar32)
Balmar Vex of the Lord’s Alliance (Played by Mindmadejace)
Sparks of the Zhentarim (Played by DragonDenn)
Coldin Terun of the Order of the Gauntlet (Played by Sidewinder51)
Tangle, the Guide (Played by NathanPizazz)
ok let do this thing
"He'll meet ya at da Helm at Highsun..." A voice with a naisily sound to it issues from the beak of a black-feathered bird-man as he walks wearily into town and glances towards the inn and tavern. The man's black feathers are dusty from travel, with a tunic worn over his torso. he has a rapier at one hip and a crossbow at the other. His pack is slung over his shoulder, and he wears a component pouch at his waist. A sound like wagon wheels grinding over rocks comes then, his way of sighing, and he moves towards the tavern.
(Updated character to reflect my options. Is now a halfling.)
Seated on a barrel outside the door of the Helm at Highsun is a beautiful halfling woman, under her chin rests a Viol and the lively hum of a halfling fiddle tune can be heard above the din inside. To many passersby she is not but a busker looking to make ends meet, but she watches the bird man from the corner of her eye. "That's definitely out of place" she thinks quietly as she continues to play.
Performance: 17
Hearing the music as he nears the door, the bird man begins to mimic it back, as he goes inside, exactly as it was played. He continues inside though, only pausing to give the halfling a nod of respect for the playing.
A dwarf with bright red hair and a long beard casts a curious glance up at the halfling as he wanders by. He hasn't heard a good fiddle tune in a while and takes a moment to enjoy before pushing his way through the door.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
A male half-elf in his twenty's (though it's hard to tell with Half-elves) wearing a large backpack and dressed in dark green rough pants and a black leather jacket leans against the wall inside the Helm of the highson. He holds a plate in one hand, a fork in the other, scooping meaty stew into his mouth, taking time to chew and enjoy the warm meal while glancing around the room. His hair is long and tied back in a ponytail, his face is a bit dirty, and a leaf still clings to the edge of his jackets hood. He wears knee high brown boots that are splattered with mud. He scans his pale grey eyes around room watching each traveler enter, wondering how obvious these outsiders are going to be to identify. He feels he's given his answer when the bird creature wanders into the tavern. Waiting until the strange creature takes a seat at a table, the half-elf then wanders over to it, and waits until his presence is given attention. "I'm Tangle, your guide," says the man in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice, and just a hint of playfulness. "Presuming you're here from the factions to look for the missing delegation of course, I could have you pegged all wrong."
Tangle sits at the table without shaking hands, placing his half-finished plate on the table and goes about finishing the food.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
"Tangle, your guide," says the bird-man in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice, and just a hint of playfulness, Tangle's own voice. Then, "He'll meet ya at da Helm at Highsun..." A voice with a naisily sound to it comes next. The voice then switches back to Tangle's own... "look for the missing delegation." The bird man gives a nod at this. He glances over the mud-splattered boots as he says... "of course, I could have you pegged all wrong."
Pointing to himself then, the bird-man makes a sound of sparks sizzling in air. "Sparks..." Comes a soft female voice then, sounding excited to have figured out something.
The dwarf looks around as he enters and spots the pair of odd looking companions. He wanders over. "By the look of ya, yer the folks am suppose ta meet. Lookin' for tha missin' delegation."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
The half-elf's eyes are torn away from the odd bird man to look at the dwarf, appraising him with a long glance, before returning his eyes back to 'Sparks'. While continuing to examine Sparks, the half-elf says, "Yes. The missing delegation, which I'm keen to learn more about. This region has been chaotic of late, with raiders, and attacks. But more, the very weather itself has been strange. Who is this missing delegation I wonder. Anyway, I'm your guide to the Dessarin valley. I know the area well, and I have a vested interest in determining what is throwing this region into chaos. You can call me Tangle. This....mimic..seems to be named Sparks."
The half-elf's voice is soft and his eyes frequently dart around the room. Loud noises seem to set him on edge and he's clearly uncomfortable in such a crowded place. The half-elf's eyes look into nothing for a moment, zoning out, before returning to the group. "Let us wait for the others."
Auntie, the once crone and now pseudo dragon, sits, perched on the roof of the Inn across the street from the tavern, invisible. Her eyes are Tangle's eyes as the two of them watch the street for the coming of more travellers.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Ever wary, Dawani finishes her song as while looking for people watching the door. (Perception: 14) If she spots anyone she'll make note of their details, regardless she'll duck inside and slip to the table next to Sparks and the others.
Stealth: 17
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You just need to edit your post and then add something to the very end of it. I usually do
Updating...
This tends to fix the above dice issue.
The dwarf sits down at the table and looks over the other patrons. "Coldin." He sticks out his hand.
Perception: 5
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"Sparks." Sparks says in Tangle's voice. "Lookin' for tha missin' delegation." he confirms in the dwarf's own voice. He takes the dwarf's hand and gives a firm shake as he glances around. if he spots the halfling, from outside, he will start to mimic the song he was playing outside as a greeting.
Perception: 13
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The Helm at Highsun is a dirty, two-story tavern. Rusty grills cover the small, grimy windows. The first floor of the building serves as a taproom, with a bar at the far end that runs the width of the room. The taproom is dim and dark paneled, lit only by three copper candle lanterns which hang over the bar. A wooden staircase winds upwards to the upper floor, which is similar to the taproom but contains several moth-eaten armchairs. Another wooden staircase behind the bar leads down to the cellars.
Your fellow patrons appear to be the typical local tavern clientele. Several dwarves covered in rock dust swap war stories at one table, while opposite them two merchants are engaged in a game of dice. A hulking half-orc woman at the bar downs a mug of beer and drunkenly requests another.
"Dawani Bristletoes, of the Sword Coast Bristletoes pleasure." As she gives a curt bow, she subtly turns her wrist to show her symbol of the Harpers and of Ogmha and Mystra. (They are woven into different patches of her riding cloak on the underside)
Sleight of hand to hide the symbols from other patrons: 21
( Not a great start )
A Dwarf with shoulder length black hair and long beard wearing leather and a green cloak with a staff in hand stops at the front of the tavern and dusts off before entering. Upon entering he looks around to determine who he is supposed to meet. He spots another Dwarf talking to other patrons. He walks over and says: "Greetings my name is Torvin Thunderheart. Are you the others looking for the missing delegation? If so, I apologize for being a bit late but Nature called on my way here."
Coldin looks the other dwarf up and down, "Aye, yer in tha right place. Coldin Terun. That there's Sparks. Dawani. An' our guide 'are is Tangle."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"Quite the brazen group, we stick out like a sore thumb in here." She'll slide up to the merchants and set a silver on the table. "What's the game gentlefolk?" She'll stay near enough to the party's table to hear details, but she also wants to gather her own information.
(Oh, hey Sidewinder!)
"So, what do you guys know about this missing delegation? Anything?" Tangle asks, watching the exchanges but staying a bit standoffish. "And I think we're still waiting for one more, ya? Balmar Vex I think. Anyone know him or...her?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.