Felix nods at Gaerich's remark while counting the coins he won. Puku reaches into his pocket and hands Gaerich a silver coin that has the same symbol on their armband and on the back is an address of a street that Gaerich has walked down before in his past. "If you ever change your mind just head there and ask for Martel," Puku says before turning back to the dice game. Gaerich, after you finished your conversation with the sailors you noticed most of the party was nodding off at the table or had already left to head upstairs to their room and you decided to call it a night.
The easterly winds that bring warm air as it passes between The Spike Teeth Mountains and the Forest of Tethir to the port city of Murran increases as the red-sun rises and a new morning begins for the adventurers. Gulls squawking and bells ringing as food merchants prep for the sailors, dockworkers and tradesmen start making their way to their jobs are heard. It's a warm morning. The smell of the sea is heavy in the air. When everyone is ready to head downstairs you see Salty mopping the floor. A few early birds, two older men both with shocking white hair, sit at the bar sipping on fish-fin soup and drinking a hot cider, and a couple of dockworkers finish off some ale before heading into work for their morning shift.
Gaerich leans against the bar “I’ll have a cider when you have a moment, salty.” He pulls the silver coin from his pocket and examines it. He shows it to his companions “This could be a way to find passage to this mysterious island, might be some adventurous sailors looking to get rich.” He takes a long pull from his cider. “I find myself growing grim about the mouth, and that it is a cold and rainy November in my soul, it requires a strong moral principle to not deliberately step into the street and knock people’s hats off. It’s time to go to sea.”
Gimble would have been up with the sun rise. She would have been outside doing a morning exercise routine, meditating and observing the waking city.
As people filter in, she would have gone inside and ordered a light breakfast, seeing what the locals have ordered she would have ordered the same and sat at a table near the windows waiting for her companions to come downstairs.
"Clav, let me take a look at that map before you retire. Salty just told me what this Barbarossa said he found; treasures beyond our wildest imaginations and fearsome coldblooded creatures." Cyrus watches the gnome abruptly go upstairs. "Odd one, him. All the same his head's in order, splitting up our morning errands seems wise. What do you say, Maggie, Gaerich, Gimble, one more round before bed?" The aqua-skinned half-elf motions to Salty with a nod and a hand with three upraised fingers. He lifts his glass, looking at his three awake companions. "Ships rot in harbor, friends! To the meek goes Faerûn but to the brave goes the sea!"
After the toast Cyrus spends a good deal of time staring off into space, his eyes unfocused at Barbarossa's map resting on the table. His smile gone, his eyes no longer the color of bright ocean foam but muted seaweed green, he methodically sharpens his rapier, thinking.
At dawn, Cyrus makes his way back down to the tavern looking around to see who else is up at this point. He sits with whomever of his companions might be downstairs already, and awaits the rest.
Maggie calls for a new glass of mead as Gimble and Clavorus leave. When Cyrus lifts his glass, she does the same. “To the meek goes Faerûn but to the brave goes the sea! You got that right, Cy.” She looks at her remaining companions once more before downing her mead instantly.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be out with Gimble tomorrow and I need some rest.” She heads up to her room, lute in tail.
Disappointed that no one acknowledged his Moby Dick reference, Gaerich experiences an un-barbarian like moment of self doubt. “Another cider, please, Salty.” He says as he finishes the first one “part of a healthy breakfast.” He comes over to his companions and says “one of the sailors gave me this coin. They may be the best way to get to this island.”
Salty chuckles at Gaerich's comment under his breath as he serves him his first cider. When Gimble comes in from her morning routine Salty serves her a bowl of fish-fin soup and a small glass of hard cider. Salty keeps one eye on the stairs as more of the adventurers make their way down and when Cyrus comes down he pours him a hard cider and places it at Cyrus's table. Heading back behind the bar he hears Gaerich order another hard cider and tells him, "this is one is on the house lad."
Clavorus would have spent the early morning in his room, transcribing the notes he found into his journal. He would then come downstairs, see Cyrus, and ask to see the map to transcribe it loosely into his journal... "Better with two copies, than just the one!" he would tell Cyrus. Then, he'd order a cider and enjoy the company as the group gathered together. As more of them joined them, Clavorus would speak up: "So, a bit of shopping this morning, then we set sail for the Misty Archipelago? Any word on finding a ship, were those lads helpful?"
Cyrus shifts over to make room for Clavorus to look at the map and transcribe it. "Salty did tell me we might look into the Oost-Faerun Trading Guild, Gaerich was also talking to those sailors so he might know more." Cyrus shrugs and sips his morning ale. "I'm all for finding a vessel while you shop. What are you looking around for?"
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Gaerich flips the silver coin, catching it in his palm. “Aye, we could probably find passage with those lads. Surely some of them have a thirst for adventure and profit.”
"Oh I can come with you to look for a vessel. I know Gimble wants to venture out to get some materials, so I figured I would tag along with you if that's agreeable" Clavorus says to Cyrus
Gimble shrugs, "Yeah, I am looking for some materials to tinker with. If you want, I can look for something you may need while you are looking for transport." Gimble looks to the staircase, "Uggg she always sleeps in."
Turning to Salty, "Can I get something good for dealing with a hangover, I am going to take it to Maggie."
Gaerich nods in response to Cyrus’ questions “Yes, they do work for the companie and they said to ask for Martel when they gave me the coin.” He flips the coin in the air, catching it in his palm. “I say we head there and see what we see.”
Salty goes into the back where the kitchen is and after a minute comes out with a mug filled with a bubbling smokey liquid and hands it to Gimble and says, "an old sailor's drink to cure any hangover. It won't taste good and you'll sweat profusely for around thirty minutes, but you'll feel fresh like after a hot bath." Salty then goes back behind the bar and starts tallying up his bottles of alcohol.
Outside the early morning, the cool easterly breeze has settled as the sun continues to rise further into the sky. The streets outside are starting to get busy as the early rush has ended and the artisans, lawyers, government workers, and diplomats start to stream out of their apartment, townhouses, and manors and head towards their respective trades. The sounds of the docks can be heard as more ships exit and enter the harbor.
((Note: I'll start to use the spoiler when you all split up to do you errands so please make sure you only read the spoiler with your name above it. When you respond to the post please respond using the spoiler and include the names of the characters who would see your character's actions above it. Thanks. Also, to help move things along feel free to add any skill rolls in your posts if you think I might ask for one, but I may or may not use the roll though. And happy Thanksgiving!))
Gaerich walks over to the window and watches the townspeople as the begin their day. He thinks back to the simpler times when he lived among his people. Setting out before day break to track and hunt the caribou. He stares a moment longer breathing a breath that’s almost a sigh as he turns back to his companions. “Shall we be about it?”
Clavorus walks up to where Gaerich is standing, looking up at him : "Shall we indeed, friend! I wonder what type of adventure this will prove to be? I've always stuck close to the coasts, and have a healthy respect for ocean travel. This will be my longest travel by ship, and I'm curious what it holds."
((DM: if it's ok, I would like to assume that whenever there is a long rest - i.e at a tavern/town/wilderness that my character would collect the required herbs/components for his spells and store them in his component pouch, is that ok??))
Felix nods at Gaerich's remark while counting the coins he won. Puku reaches into his pocket and hands Gaerich a silver coin that has the same symbol on their armband and on the back is an address of a street that Gaerich has walked down before in his past. "If you ever change your mind just head there and ask for Martel," Puku says before turning back to the dice game. Gaerich, after you finished your conversation with the sailors you noticed most of the party was nodding off at the table or had already left to head upstairs to their room and you decided to call it a night.
The easterly winds that bring warm air as it passes between The Spike Teeth Mountains and the Forest of Tethir to the port city of Murran increases as the red-sun rises and a new morning begins for the adventurers. Gulls squawking and bells ringing as food merchants prep for the sailors, dockworkers and tradesmen start making their way to their jobs are heard. It's a warm morning. The smell of the sea is heavy in the air. When everyone is ready to head downstairs you see Salty mopping the floor. A few early birds, two older men both with shocking white hair, sit at the bar sipping on fish-fin soup and drinking a hot cider, and a couple of dockworkers finish off some ale before heading into work for their morning shift.
Gaerich leans against the bar “I’ll have a cider when you have a moment, salty.” He pulls the silver coin from his pocket and examines it. He shows it to his companions “This could be a way to find passage to this mysterious island, might be some adventurous sailors looking to get rich.” He takes a long pull from his cider. “I find myself growing grim about the mouth, and that it is a cold and rainy November in my soul, it requires a strong moral principle to not deliberately step into the street and knock people’s hats off. It’s time to go to sea.”
Gimble would have been up with the sun rise. She would have been outside doing a morning exercise routine, meditating and observing the waking city.
As people filter in, she would have gone inside and ordered a light breakfast, seeing what the locals have ordered she would have ordered the same and sat at a table near the windows waiting for her companions to come downstairs.
"Clav, let me take a look at that map before you retire. Salty just told me what this Barbarossa said he found; treasures beyond our wildest imaginations and fearsome coldblooded creatures." Cyrus watches the gnome abruptly go upstairs. "Odd one, him. All the same his head's in order, splitting up our morning errands seems wise. What do you say, Maggie, Gaerich, Gimble, one more round before bed?" The aqua-skinned half-elf motions to Salty with a nod and a hand with three upraised fingers. He lifts his glass, looking at his three awake companions. "Ships rot in harbor, friends! To the meek goes Faerûn but to the brave goes the sea!"
After the toast Cyrus spends a good deal of time staring off into space, his eyes unfocused at Barbarossa's map resting on the table. His smile gone, his eyes no longer the color of bright ocean foam but muted seaweed green, he methodically sharpens his rapier, thinking.
At dawn, Cyrus makes his way back down to the tavern looking around to see who else is up at this point. He sits with whomever of his companions might be downstairs already, and awaits the rest.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Maggie calls for a new glass of mead as Gimble and Clavorus leave. When Cyrus lifts his glass, she does the same. “To the meek goes Faerûn but to the brave goes the sea! You got that right, Cy.” She looks at her remaining companions once more before downing her mead instantly.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be out with Gimble tomorrow and I need some rest.” She heads up to her room, lute in tail.
Disappointed that no one acknowledged his Moby Dick reference, Gaerich experiences an un-barbarian like moment of self doubt. “Another cider, please, Salty.” He says as he finishes the first one “part of a healthy breakfast.” He comes over to his companions and says “one of the sailors gave me this coin. They may be the best way to get to this island.”
Salty chuckles at Gaerich's comment under his breath as he serves him his first cider. When Gimble comes in from her morning routine Salty serves her a bowl of fish-fin soup and a small glass of hard cider. Salty keeps one eye on the stairs as more of the adventurers make their way down and when Cyrus comes down he pours him a hard cider and places it at Cyrus's table. Heading back behind the bar he hears Gaerich order another hard cider and tells him, "this is one is on the house lad."
“Cheers, Salty!” Gaerich raises his glass “Here’s to swimmin with bow legged women!”
Clavorus would have spent the early morning in his room, transcribing the notes he found into his journal. He would then come downstairs, see Cyrus, and ask to see the map to transcribe it loosely into his journal... "Better with two copies, than just the one!" he would tell Cyrus. Then, he'd order a cider and enjoy the company as the group gathered together. As more of them joined them, Clavorus would speak up: "So, a bit of shopping this morning, then we set sail for the Misty Archipelago? Any word on finding a ship, were those lads helpful?"
Cyrus shifts over to make room for Clavorus to look at the map and transcribe it. "Salty did tell me we might look into the Oost-Faerun Trading Guild, Gaerich was also talking to those sailors so he might know more." Cyrus shrugs and sips his morning ale. "I'm all for finding a vessel while you shop. What are you looking around for?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Gaerich flips the silver coin, catching it in his palm. “Aye, we could probably find passage with those lads. Surely some of them have a thirst for adventure and profit.”
"Did they say they work for the Companie? And did they mention a 'Martel'?
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Oh I can come with you to look for a vessel. I know Gimble wants to venture out to get some materials, so I figured I would tag along with you if that's agreeable" Clavorus says to Cyrus
Gimble shrugs, "Yeah, I am looking for some materials to tinker with. If you want, I can look for something you may need while you are looking for transport." Gimble looks to the staircase, "Uggg she always sleeps in."
Turning to Salty, "Can I get something good for dealing with a hangover, I am going to take it to Maggie."
Gaerich nods in response to Cyrus’ questions “Yes, they do work for the companie and they said to ask for Martel when they gave me the coin.” He flips the coin in the air, catching it in his palm. “I say we head there and see what we see.”
Salty goes into the back where the kitchen is and after a minute comes out with a mug filled with a bubbling smokey liquid and hands it to Gimble and says, "an old sailor's drink to cure any hangover. It won't taste good and you'll sweat profusely for around thirty minutes, but you'll feel fresh like after a hot bath." Salty then goes back behind the bar and starts tallying up his bottles of alcohol.
Outside the early morning, the cool easterly breeze has settled as the sun continues to rise further into the sky. The streets outside are starting to get busy as the early rush has ended and the artisans, lawyers, government workers, and diplomats start to stream out of their apartment, townhouses, and manors and head towards their respective trades. The sounds of the docks can be heard as more ships exit and enter the harbor.
((Note: I'll start to use the spoiler when you all split up to do you errands so please make sure you only read the spoiler with your name above it. When you respond to the post please respond using the spoiler and include the names of the characters who would see your character's actions above it. Thanks. Also, to help move things along feel free to add any skill rolls in your posts if you think I might ask for one, but I may or may not use the roll though. And happy Thanksgiving!))
Gaerich walks over to the window and watches the townspeople as the begin their day. He thinks back to the simpler times when he lived among his people. Setting out before day break to track and hunt the caribou. He stares a moment longer breathing a breath that’s almost a sigh as he turns back to his companions. “Shall we be about it?”
Gimble takes the concoction from Salty and goes to Maggie’s room. She knocks softly and asks, “Maggie are you up? How are you feeling?”
Clavorus walks up to where Gaerich is standing, looking up at him : "Shall we indeed, friend! I wonder what type of adventure this will prove to be? I've always stuck close to the coasts, and have a healthy respect for ocean travel. This will be my longest travel by ship, and I'm curious what it holds."
((DM: if it's ok, I would like to assume that whenever there is a long rest - i.e at a tavern/town/wilderness that my character would collect the required herbs/components for his spells and store them in his component pouch, is that ok??))
Gaerich claps Clavorus on the shoulder “whatever adventure the horizon brings, we’ll brave it together!”