Okay, so the four of you are in a tavern called The Restless Falcon, you might know each other, you might not. The bar is reasonably full, only a few tables and seats at the bar are empty. There is a Falcon type Aaracokra behind the bar. What do you do?
A hooded figure approaches the bar and takes one seat. It's definitely a strong build and one of the guests has to move slightly, muttering something.
"A pint of ale pleasss", the hooded figure says to the Aaracokra behind the bar. His voice is gentle, the strong accent betraying a dragonborn under the hood.
The Aarakocan, named Cee calls out to Fontanne in a booming voice a bit too loud for an Aaracokra, "This my Genasi friend! This is the Restless Falcon, the finest tavern in the Southwestern quarter of the city of StarPort!"
Cee then hands Shressh a pint of ale and says, "What are you doing hiding your face, Green Dragonborn are not too uncommon in StarPort, or at least not as uncommon as an Aarakocra like me." She then waits for you to hand over the gold.
"Are you serious? A tavern is a place where you can buy drinks and food, or rent a room to sleep, are you alright? What's your name, do you remember your name?" Cee asks Fontanne.
"Hmm," she muses, "that makes sense, I suppose. Thank you." She then starts and says, "oh, my name? Fontanne." After another short break, "taverns are fairly commonplace on land, then?"
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"Yes, darling, usually several in every city." She says quieting down some, before picking back up to her old tone and yelling,"But none as grand as The Restless Falcon, am I right people!?" You hear shouts of agreement from most patrons.
Minatarsis finds herself (again) in some hot water with some of the rougher-looking patrons, "Honest, we elves aren't always the graceful little butterflies we appear to be! I swear I've rarely held one of these clunky things, let alone thrown one." (ranged attack roll in a dagger-throwing competition: 9)
The dagger flies wild, but manages to hit flat against a post that bore two daggers planted inches apart from a small red dot, "Huh....well I guess that settles it, then." A few coins are exchanged and the elf takes a seat near Cee at the bar, "Well good thing I decided to throw that game. That guy looked like he could break me in half just for losing. Something cheap that doesn't taste like seawater and..." She counts the modest coins in her hands, "I guess I can afford a cot and a roof tonight at least."
Looking at the Genasi, Mina gathers a new sense of adventure brewing, "Well hello, hello! What do we have here? Scaleborn and a water nymph? You must have some amazing tales to tell. I'm Minatarsis Illianril Galondrel, but anything easier to say is usually fine. By the way, friendly side wager for anyone interested, but I bet I can get that particularly shite-faced layabout over there to sing 'The Lusty Dragonborn' by the end of the night. Takers?"
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
A deep, satisfied, rumbling belch shakes the windows in their casements. For a moment the whole of the Restless Falcon turns to see a middle aged halfling sighing contentedly as he pushes his plate away from him on the bar. His large belly is contained by a well made but austere white linen shirt that is tucked into neat breeches which are tucked into well worn but well maintained brown leather boots.
Next to the motley group forming Fexler chatters excitedly to himself as he scribbles notes into a thick notebook.
As Cee comes to take his dirty platter he excitedly proclaims, "That was amazing! I have never had eel fillets that tender before. What's your secret? Butter? It's usually butter. So hard to find. And the fennel! Where did you find that? Does it grow on this island?" His excited outburst dissolves into muttering as he continues to scribble in his notebook.
At the mention of cities under the sea Fexler turns to Fontanne with bright eyes. "Did you say palaces under the water? That's amazing! What do they eat? How do they cook? They probably don't cook do they?"
OOC- History- Everyone but Minatarsis will know this. So, Star Port Wraps all the way around Star Isle, like a circle within a circle, it is one mile wide, and the city is separated into four sections, the Northeastern, Southeastern, Southwestern, and Northwestern. Each quadrant is basically a different amount of wealth for the citizens, Northeastern is where all of the richest people live, Southeastern homes the upper- middle class, Southwestern, lower middle class(Where you are), and Northwestern, where all the poorest people live(Including Shressh)
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"I just... prefer it thisss way", the dragonborn replies to Cee. He seems bothered by the mention of "green dragonborn".Then he proceeds to slowly sip the ale, looking at the others, his curiosity peaked by Fontanne.
"You ssseeem a bit lossst my friend, can I help you in any way?", he asks Fontanne.
"Oh, the places I've seen!" Fontanne gushes, "whole palaces beneath the waves, forests of coral fifty feet tall, wonders beyond your wildest imagining--but let's hear your story!"
OOC: Beyond my wildest imagining at the moment, too.
Mina stares dumbfounded for a moment at Fontanne, understanding, but unable to comprehend half of what she heard, "You can't just brush that off like it's nothing. I guess we'll have to trade blow-for-blow." Mina starts going into detail about some of her adventures with those nearby.
(I'd love to go rounds with storytelling, but I think it's beside the point of this campaign. Suffice to say, 250 years is a long time to gather stories and see the world.)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Oh, the places I've seen!" Fontanne gushes, "whole palaces beneath the waves, forests of coral fifty feet tall, wonders beyond your wildest imagining--but let's hear your story!"
OOC: Beyond my wildest imagining at the moment, too.
Mina stares dumbfounded for a moment at Fontanne, understanding, but unable to comprehend half of what she heard, "You can't just brush that off like it's nothing. I guess we'll have to trade blow-for-blow." Mina starts going into detail about some of her adventures with those nearby.
(I'd love to go rounds with storytelling, but I think it's beside the point of this campaign. Suffice to say, 250 years is a long time to gather stories and see the world.)
Let's just say we spend the night trading tales until we fall asleep, then.
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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
(So much for the cot, the bar is comfy enough. Use that bed money for more drinks lol.)
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
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Okay, so the four of you are in a tavern called The Restless Falcon, you might know each other, you might not. The bar is reasonably full, only a few tables and seats at the bar are empty. There is a Falcon type Aaracokra behind the bar. What do you do?
"So, what is this place?"
"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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A hooded figure approaches the bar and takes one seat. It's definitely a strong build and one of the guests has to move slightly, muttering something.
"A pint of ale pleasss", the hooded figure says to the Aaracokra behind the bar. His voice is gentle, the strong accent betraying a dragonborn under the hood.
The Aarakocan, named Cee calls out to Fontanne in a booming voice a bit too loud for an Aaracokra, "This my Genasi friend! This is the Restless Falcon, the finest tavern in the Southwestern quarter of the city of StarPort!"
Cee then hands Shressh a pint of ale and says, "What are you doing hiding your face, Green Dragonborn are not too uncommon in StarPort, or at least not as uncommon as an Aarakocra like me." She then waits for you to hand over the gold.
OOC- Now can everyone give me a history check
"All right, what's a tavern?"
OOC: History: 14
"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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"Are you serious? A tavern is a place where you can buy drinks and food, or rent a room to sleep, are you alright? What's your name, do you remember your name?" Cee asks Fontanne.
"Hmm," she muses, "that makes sense, I suppose. Thank you." She then starts and says, "oh, my name? Fontanne." After another short break, "taverns are fairly commonplace on land, then?"
"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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"Yes, darling, usually several in every city." She says quieting down some, before picking back up to her old tone and yelling,"But none as grand as The Restless Falcon, am I right people!?" You hear shouts of agreement from most patrons.
(History check: 4)
Minatarsis finds herself (again) in some hot water with some of the rougher-looking patrons, "Honest, we elves aren't always the graceful little butterflies we appear to be! I swear I've rarely held one of these clunky things, let alone thrown one." (ranged attack roll in a dagger-throwing competition: 9)
The dagger flies wild, but manages to hit flat against a post that bore two daggers planted inches apart from a small red dot, "Huh....well I guess that settles it, then." A few coins are exchanged and the elf takes a seat near Cee at the bar, "Well good thing I decided to throw that game. That guy looked like he could break me in half just for losing. Something cheap that doesn't taste like seawater and..." She counts the modest coins in her hands, "I guess I can afford a cot and a roof tonight at least."
Looking at the Genasi, Mina gathers a new sense of adventure brewing, "Well hello, hello! What do we have here? Scaleborn and a water nymph? You must have some amazing tales to tell. I'm Minatarsis Illianril Galondrel, but anything easier to say is usually fine. By the way, friendly side wager for anyone interested, but I bet I can get that particularly shite-faced layabout over there to sing 'The Lusty Dragonborn' by the end of the night. Takers?"
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
As Mina says this, that "shite-faced layabout" takes a drink out of his mug, throws up in it, then continues to drink.
OOC- In the Public DM Notes I have added current location, date and time. (In game obviously.
"Oh, the places I've seen!" Fontanne gushes, "whole palaces beneath the waves, forests of coral fifty feet tall, wonders beyond your wildest imagining--but let's hear your story!"
OOC: Beyond my wildest imagining at the moment, too.
"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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OOC- How long has it been since Fontanne began her adventure?
OOC: A while. I'm not entirely sure, but a few years at least.
"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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OOC- Thanks
(History 9)
A deep, satisfied, rumbling belch shakes the windows in their casements. For a moment the whole of the Restless Falcon turns to see a middle aged halfling sighing contentedly as he pushes his plate away from him on the bar. His large belly is contained by a well made but austere white linen shirt that is tucked into neat breeches which are tucked into well worn but well maintained brown leather boots.
Next to the motley group forming Fexler chatters excitedly to himself as he scribbles notes into a thick notebook.
As Cee comes to take his dirty platter he excitedly proclaims, "That was amazing! I have never had eel fillets that tender before. What's your secret? Butter? It's usually butter. So hard to find. And the fennel! Where did you find that? Does it grow on this island?" His excited outburst dissolves into muttering as he continues to scribble in his notebook.
At the mention of cities under the sea Fexler turns to Fontanne with bright eyes. "Did you say palaces under the water? That's amazing! What do they eat? How do they cook? They probably don't cook do they?"
OOC- History- Everyone but Minatarsis will know this. So, Star Port Wraps all the way around Star Isle, like a circle within a circle, it is one mile wide, and the city is separated into four sections, the Northeastern, Southeastern, Southwestern, and Northwestern. Each quadrant is basically a different amount of wealth for the citizens, Northeastern is where all of the richest people live, Southeastern homes the upper- middle class, Southwestern, lower middle class(Where you are), and Northwestern, where all the poorest people live(Including Shressh)
"I just... prefer it thisss way", the dragonborn replies to Cee. He seems bothered by the mention of "green dragonborn".Then he proceeds to slowly sip the ale, looking at the others, his curiosity peaked by Fontanne.
"You ssseeem a bit lossst my friend, can I help you in any way?", he asks Fontanne.
OOC: (late) History 5
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"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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(So much for the cot, the bar is comfy enough. Use that bed money for more drinks lol.)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero