Vyncent scans the room, subtly eyeing up all of his recent acquaintances. "Quite an interesting bunch, to be certain," he thinks as he eats his meal with nearly impeccable etiquette. His eyes turn to the knight Corin, who had kindly opened his home to the party and provided dinner.
"Sir Corin, thank you for your hospitality. You have been a most gracious host."
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Morgan finishes his ale and slams the tankard on the table."So guys whats this I'm hearing about the strange events ", Morgan pulls an apple out and takes a bite out of it, waiting for someone to fill him in.
Corin nods politely and smiles, his bright blue eyes twinkling as he addresses Vyncent, "It's entirely my pleasure, to have you here. In fact..." Corin gestures around the table to all of the guests, "...it is a pleasure to have ALL of you here."
Around the table, goblets and tankards are raised to drink, in the time honoured tradition of friendship.
Corin waits a moment and then a more serious look crosses his face as his brow furrows, "You're right though Morgan - I must admit, this is not purely a social engagement."
There are a variety of looks from around the table, as Corin had expected. His status as a Knight of the Order afforded him a lot of respect from the populace at large - respect that he had earned on his own merit though.
After waiting a few moments more, to gauge the response of those in the room, Corin continues, in a more hushed voice, "Reports have indeed reached me of unusual phenomena occurring nearby. I don't have any real details yet though. Have any of you heard or seen anything?"
Vyncent had assumed there was something more to this dinner party. It certainly was not every day one could find a Knight of the Order and a soldier of fortune breaking bread together unless something else was going on.
He had heard whispers of strange happenings all over the land, of monsters attacking plantations and farms in the countryside, travelers and caravans going missing on the roads, but monsters and highwaymen are always a risk one has to take into account when living in or traveling through the country. Even the wealthiest of farmers weren't safe, for Vyncent remembered a few times when his family's farmhouse would be attacked by brigands or worse.
"Just the usual rumors, but a bit more prevalent. I just figured it was bandits or monsters getting bold," Vyncent replied, taking a swig of ale, " but, 'phenomena' is a pretty ominous word to describe it, Sir Corin."
"I'll say, I cant even spell phenomena " Morgan says as he takes another bite of his apple.But where there's risk there is reward, and that has me interested.And helping people I guess, that has its uses". Morgan leans back on the chair.
"Ominous?" Corin nods, "it's something that members of the Order are trained to look out for. I can't even explain exactly what it is, but there are too many small, unexplained reports coming in, for them to not be linked and a sign of something larger at hand and you are right Morgan, there may well be risk, once we have this figured out."
Corin turns away from the table and reaches to a writing desk behind him, that is covered with papers and a variety of drawing implements and intricate tools, sifting through several of the papers, before turning back to the table.
"This," Corin brandishes a rolled up parchment, "is a map of the local countryside - this side of Georgia. I've started marking on it where there have been any unexplained or unexplainable happenings. I'm looking for any pattern or hint as to what is behind this."
(Corin is a keen Cartographer and proficient with his Cartographer's tools).
Once a servant has removed the last of the dishes and plates from the dining table, Corin unrolls the map and places it on the table, for all to see, and points out various places marked upon the map.
Slan sits near the foot of the table, eating relatively little but in his fifth glass of wine. He does not stop or sway, as this is Polite Society...nonetheless he slouches back in his chair. His traveling attire is at least two steps more worn and dirty than anyone else at the table, but he seems to take no mind, and interacts with the furniture and dinnerware with surprising care and delicacy.
[green]I've hoped to see some of these strange events I keep hearing of! But alas. The rumors seem to be just that. I'm sure some are true, but between Jonjon seeing a yeti in the holler and Suzy swearing it was a bogart that ate her aunties pie...who's to say which it real and which a dream!? And if dreams they are, then dreams of monsters are fairly tame, as dreams go[/green] he smiles, somewhat disarmingly, having clearly amused himself. He half raises his glass as if to toast, drinking without checking to see if anyone is joining him.
Morgan gives up looking at the map, Annoyed that he is unable to make heads or tails of it. "thing looks like blasted squiggles, where'd you buy this ? I'd sooner wipe my arse then try to navigate with this". as he looks at Slan as he finishes his toast, Amused at the strange quote he just heard. "Aye a toast to whatever he said."
Corin laughs goodheartedly, "The map? I drew it myself over the last few years and I can vouch for its correctness personally. The issue, my friend, is not understanding where we are on this map, or even where any of this seemingly random occurrences are," Corin pauses whilst he examines the angle between two of the red pins stuck in the map, "it's about looking for any patterns or a clue."
"You made this? It's probably a fine map, I've had more ale then I thought". Morgan pats Corin's back and takes his seat. "How far is the nearest occurrence?"
Two of you managed to roll at least 5, so you can tell that the nearest is only a few miles away, but just as you figure that out, a maid runs in, yelling hysterically and incoherently.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Corin turns and calmly walks over to the distraught maid, placing his hands on her shoulder, "Shhhhh .... you're safe here. Please, tell me what the problem is, that we might aid?"
"Th-the e-eggs j-just d-d-dis-disap-disappeared! I-I-I w-was l-l-looking r-right a-at th-them a-and th-they j-just v-v-vanished!" She then breaks down in tears.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
"I can't see any patterns in the locations you've marked, Sir Corin..." Vyncent says, taking another drink from the nearby tankard after hearing the toast from the man drowning himself in wine across the table.
"With all due respect, Sir, are you positive that all of these could be linked? I'll admit, the number of reports is strangely greater than usual, but the countryside is full of strange things; goblins hiding in caves, orcs warring with mountain settlers, even the odd monstrosity that eats a few livestock before a monster hunter is hired to deal with it," Vyncent says, dabbing a napkin on the fresh ale stain on his grey uniform. "Have you seen the sites yourself, observed any patt-"
His words were cut short by a hysterical maidservant, saying something about eggs disappearing. "What do you mean, disappeared, miss?" Vyncent asks, rising from his chair and joining Corin.
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Amidst the wailing maidservant, heavy footsteps are heard coming from the front door to the kitchen and finally to the main room. A dwarf, weary from travel, walks in with an armful of leftovers from the pantry and a full tankard of ale. He rests his hammer and shield on the floor as he stuffs his face. It's clear that he hasn't eaten or rested in several days. After he has eaten most of the meal, he corrects his posture with the decorum of a soldier. He clears his throat as he approaches the map, not noticing the maid. He studies it and turns to Corin. "Hello my name is Regmiir Stonecrusher, and I received word that you were interested in hearing of any strange happenings in the area?" It's evident that he was passing by and heard the others talk about the goings on, and just attempted to fit in. Regmiir then turns to the maid in an effort to get the rooms attention off him. As he does this he gathers his hammer and shield and attempts to cover the military markings on his shoulder. He leans in listening intently to the maid.
With all the noise from a variety of people, Corin pauses, cocks his head to one side and peers at the maid, "I understand. The eggs vanished and there's probably a reasonable explanation and if not, we have a number of people here amply equipped to deal with anything mischievous," Corin gestures with one arm at the assembled adventurers.
Corin pulls a seat over, "Have a seat and take your time. You're safe now."
She seems to be more-or-less relaxed now. "I was locking up the chickens, like I always do, and bringin' in the eggs, like I always do, and the eggs in the next nestbox just vanished, one by one, never seen anything like it in all my days, and so I ran in here, and," and here she starts stuttering a little again, "and I-I left th-the eggs there," and then she starts crying again and stuttering out incoherent apologies.
Make another check to calm her down again.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
Corin moves the tip of his finger to the maid's lips, "Shhh. Take a moment," and then hands her a goblet of good, red wine, "take a sip of this and tell the story at your own rate. You're not in trouble."
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After a lengthy monologue, you have learned that 2 eggs disappeared from the last nestbox while she was watching them, the straw in that nestbox moved around a bit, and she heard strange, faint sounds coming from the nestbox and heading toward the door.
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
You are having dinner at Corin's house. Corin, you've had reports of unusual phenomena occurring nearby.
You don't know each other unless your backstories indicate otherwise, but you have been introduced.
Start roleplaying.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Vyncent scans the room, subtly eyeing up all of his recent acquaintances. "Quite an interesting bunch, to be certain," he thinks as he eats his meal with nearly impeccable etiquette. His eyes turn to the knight Corin, who had kindly opened his home to the party and provided dinner.
"Sir Corin, thank you for your hospitality. You have been a most gracious host."
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Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Morgan finishes his ale and slams the tankard on the table. "So guys whats this I'm hearing about the strange events ", Morgan pulls an apple out and takes a bite out of it, waiting for someone to fill him in.
Corin nods politely and smiles, his bright blue eyes twinkling as he addresses Vyncent, "It's entirely my pleasure, to have you here. In fact..." Corin gestures around the table to all of the guests, "...it is a pleasure to have ALL of you here."
Around the table, goblets and tankards are raised to drink, in the time honoured tradition of friendship.
Corin waits a moment and then a more serious look crosses his face as his brow furrows, "You're right though Morgan - I must admit, this is not purely a social engagement."
There are a variety of looks from around the table, as Corin had expected. His status as a Knight of the Order afforded him a lot of respect from the populace at large - respect that he had earned on his own merit though.
After waiting a few moments more, to gauge the response of those in the room, Corin continues, in a more hushed voice, "Reports have indeed reached me of unusual phenomena occurring nearby. I don't have any real details yet though. Have any of you heard or seen anything?"
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Vyncent had assumed there was something more to this dinner party. It certainly was not every day one could find a Knight of the Order and a soldier of fortune breaking bread together unless something else was going on.
He had heard whispers of strange happenings all over the land, of monsters attacking plantations and farms in the countryside, travelers and caravans going missing on the roads, but monsters and highwaymen are always a risk one has to take into account when living in or traveling through the country. Even the wealthiest of farmers weren't safe, for Vyncent remembered a few times when his family's farmhouse would be attacked by brigands or worse.
"Just the usual rumors, but a bit more prevalent. I just figured it was bandits or monsters getting bold," Vyncent replied, taking a swig of ale, " but, 'phenomena' is a pretty ominous word to describe it, Sir Corin."
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Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
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DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
"I'll say, I cant even spell phenomena " Morgan says as he takes another bite of his apple.But where there's risk there is reward, and that has me interested.And helping people I guess, that has its uses". Morgan leans back on the chair.
"Ominous?" Corin nods, "it's something that members of the Order are trained to look out for. I can't even explain exactly what it is, but there are too many small, unexplained reports coming in, for them to not be linked and a sign of something larger at hand and you are right Morgan, there may well be risk, once we have this figured out."
Corin turns away from the table and reaches to a writing desk behind him, that is covered with papers and a variety of drawing implements and intricate tools, sifting through several of the papers, before turning back to the table.
"This," Corin brandishes a rolled up parchment, "is a map of the local countryside - this side of Georgia. I've started marking on it where there have been any unexplained or unexplainable happenings. I'm looking for any pattern or hint as to what is behind this."
(Corin is a keen Cartographer and proficient with his Cartographer's tools).
Once a servant has removed the last of the dishes and plates from the dining table, Corin unrolls the map and places it on the table, for all to see, and points out various places marked upon the map.
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"We got this, no problem! I'll take the twenty on the left - you guys handle the one on the right!"🔊
Slan sits near the foot of the table, eating relatively little but in his fifth glass of wine. He does not stop or sway, as this is Polite Society...nonetheless he slouches back in his chair. His traveling attire is at least two steps more worn and dirty than anyone else at the table, but he seems to take no mind, and interacts with the furniture and dinnerware with surprising care and delicacy.
[green]I've hoped to see some of these strange events I keep hearing of! But alas. The rumors seem to be just that. I'm sure some are true, but between Jonjon seeing a yeti in the holler and Suzy swearing it was a bogart that ate her aunties pie...who's to say which it real and which a dream!? And if dreams they are, then dreams of monsters are fairly tame, as dreams go[/green] he smiles, somewhat disarmingly, having clearly amused himself. He half raises his glass as if to toast, drinking without checking to see if anyone is joining him.
Morgan gives up looking at the map, Annoyed that he is unable to make heads or tails of it. "thing looks like blasted squiggles, where'd you buy this ? I'd sooner wipe my arse then try to navigate with this". as he looks at Slan as he finishes his toast, Amused at the strange quote he just heard. "Aye a toast to whatever he said."
Corin laughs goodheartedly, "The map? I drew it myself over the last few years and I can vouch for its correctness personally. The issue, my friend, is not understanding where we are on this map, or even where any of this seemingly random occurrences are," Corin pauses whilst he examines the angle between two of the red pins stuck in the map, "it's about looking for any patterns or a clue."
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"We got this, no problem! I'll take the twenty on the left - you guys handle the one on the right!"🔊
"You made this? It's probably a fine map, I've had more ale then I thought". Morgan pats Corin's back and takes his seat. "How far is the nearest occurrence?"
Two of you managed to roll at least 5, so you can tell that the nearest is only a few miles away, but just as you figure that out, a maid runs in, yelling hysterically and incoherently.
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Corin turns and calmly walks over to the distraught maid, placing his hands on her shoulder, "Shhhhh .... you're safe here. Please, tell me what the problem is, that we might aid?"
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"We got this, no problem! I'll take the twenty on the left - you guys handle the one on the right!"🔊
"Th-the e-eggs j-just d-d-dis-disap-disappeared! I-I-I w-was l-l-looking r-right a-at th-them a-and th-they j-just v-v-vanished!" She then breaks down in tears.
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"I can't see any patterns in the locations you've marked, Sir Corin..." Vyncent says, taking another drink from the nearby tankard after hearing the toast from the man drowning himself in wine across the table.
"With all due respect, Sir, are you positive that all of these could be linked? I'll admit, the number of reports is strangely greater than usual, but the countryside is full of strange things; goblins hiding in caves, orcs warring with mountain settlers, even the odd monstrosity that eats a few livestock before a monster hunter is hired to deal with it," Vyncent says, dabbing a napkin on the fresh ale stain on his grey uniform. "Have you seen the sites yourself, observed any patt-"
His words were cut short by a hysterical maidservant, saying something about eggs disappearing. "What do you mean, disappeared, miss?" Vyncent asks, rising from his chair and joining Corin.
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Jasper Finch | Fighter 1 | Curious Critters - A Tal'Dorei Tale
Amaris Tell | Order of Scribes Wizard 3 | Baldur's Gate Mysteries
DM | Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden
Amidst the wailing maidservant, heavy footsteps are heard coming from the front door to the kitchen and finally to the main room. A dwarf, weary from travel, walks in with an armful of leftovers from the pantry and a full tankard of ale. He rests his hammer and shield on the floor as he stuffs his face. It's clear that he hasn't eaten or rested in several days. After he has eaten most of the meal, he corrects his posture with the decorum of a soldier. He clears his throat as he approaches the map, not noticing the maid. He studies it and turns to Corin. "Hello my name is Regmiir Stonecrusher, and I received word that you were interested in hearing of any strange happenings in the area?" It's evident that he was passing by and heard the others talk about the goings on, and just attempted to fit in. Regmiir then turns to the maid in an effort to get the rooms attention off him. As he does this he gathers his hammer and shield and attempts to cover the military markings on his shoulder. He leans in listening intently to the maid.
With all the noise from a variety of people, Corin pauses, cocks his head to one side and peers at the maid, "I understand. The eggs vanished and there's probably a reasonable explanation and if not, we have a number of people here amply equipped to deal with anything mischievous," Corin gestures with one arm at the assembled adventurers.
Corin pulls a seat over, "Have a seat and take your time. You're safe now."
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"We got this, no problem! I'll take the twenty on the left - you guys handle the one on the right!"🔊
She seems to be more-or-less relaxed now. "I was locking up the chickens, like I always do, and bringin' in the eggs, like I always do, and the eggs in the next nestbox just vanished, one by one, never seen anything like it in all my days, and so I ran in here, and," and here she starts stuttering a little again, "and I-I left th-the eggs there," and then she starts crying again and stuttering out incoherent apologies.
Make another check to calm her down again.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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Corin moves the tip of his finger to the maid's lips, "Shhh. Take a moment," and then hands her a goblet of good, red wine, "take a sip of this and tell the story at your own rate. You're not in trouble."
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"We got this, no problem! I'll take the twenty on the left - you guys handle the one on the right!"🔊
After a lengthy monologue, you have learned that 2 eggs disappeared from the last nestbox while she was watching them, the straw in that nestbox moved around a bit, and she heard strange, faint sounds coming from the nestbox and heading toward the door.
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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