The world of Ethrahal is one long with strife. Ever since what was known as the Great war between the two Empires however, there has been some sembalance of peace, all the while in secret each plans for the day of the others destruction.
The Kemoral empire, is a collection of smaller kingdoms, all of which serve the Emperor. Comprising mostly of farmers and fishermen, traders and merchants, and many other walks of life, the Empire as it is known, stretches from the east coast to the snowy mountains in the north and to the rolling desert hills in the south. Each kingdom governs its own territory, and only requests the help of the empire's forces if it is neccessary. Thankfully for as long as most have been alive, they have never had to use them. Perhaps a violent band of orcs wandering too far from the snow tipped mountains might need to be quelled here and there, but full blown war has not been seen in centuries.
Within the Empire, there are many factions and guilds, also making their attempts to become more powerful and wealthy. One such one is the Giant Slayers guild. Located on the coast, in the small fishing town of Summar Past, the guild has a small tavern and inn that serves as their meeting place. Most in the town know if they are ever in need of gold coin, the guild will usually have a quest for them, if albeit at some risk.
Not often does the guild make requests for help, but this time, the guild master Leon has sent out several letters, or sent messengers to retrieve adventures, wanderers, vagabonds and the like to assist him with a certain matter. Though the letters nor the courier would give much information beyond that the payment would be substantial for their services.
Leon the guild master was awaiting the arrival of his guests. He was a tall well built man, thinning blonde hair and a handlebar mustache. While most of his guests he had not had the chance to be formally introduced to, but he had heard through the grapevines and around the guild that most of those arriving would be ones for him to try and snag for his guild. It's popularity had been decreasing recently and perhaps some new faces and a good story for the bards to tell would help his business. He could only hope so, and sat down in his comfy chair, awaiting his guests to arrive at the tavern hall.
Dain pulled his cloak around him as he walked down the street. He was dusty from his travels, and definitely hoped this was going to be worth the effort. Why this particular guild had a base in a small port village he could only guess. The symbol of his house, a Griffin with iron claws, and with a set of Smith Tools as the backdrop, was on the front of the cloak. On his left arm, past the cuff of the cloak, some slightly glowing lines could be seen on his skin as well. he has black hair and beard, the little skin visible fair. An assortment of tools hangs from his pack as it sways behind him, and he wears a battleaxe at one hip, with a crossbow at the other. A component pouch is around his waist, and a shield hangs from the pack. He moves towards the small inn that he was told was the meeting place.
Walking inside he glances around. "I be told ta talk ta a man named Leon..." He says to anyone around. "Be told ta come here and see bout some job needin doin..."
30 feet behind the dwarf, a tall and dark figure follows. Striding confidently, Albanus the Black runs claw-tipped fingers through his jet black hair. His hand pauses as he meets the first of his horns, a constant reminder of his demonic past. He starts to pull his hood up and over his horns but stops short, glancing at the faint trace of black and purple scales on his reddish-gray skin. I can't hide what I am, he thinks to himself as he continues to walk the same path as the short figure in front of him, who has now entered the building Albanus was destined for.
Within 10 feet of the door, Albanus grins and, in Draconic, growls, "Erekess."thaumaturgy The door throws itself open and bangs against the wall inside. Still grinning, Albanus enters the tavern without hesitation and takes stock of the room. He gives the dwarf beside him a wink and walks up to the bar.
(Is there a barkeep? If there is, Albanus will ask him about Leon and where he can be found. He will also order some strawberry wine, if available).
Turning the corner of the building, Roll Ashtear jumped! A strange cloaked figure slamming open the door that was her goal. Saddling up to the door, she leans in for a peek. Her blond hair, and happy red hatted head poking out of the door frame briefly before confirming this wasn’t aggressive. Walking in, Ashtear briefly checks the door for damage, before closing the door the previous guest left wide open. “Well, I’d never been to this part of the world.. Maybe that’s normal?”
Surveying the room-and pulling her bag out from behind her under her travel gear, to the front , her brown duster, overlaying her happy red armour, swishing with the movement before realizing. ‘What am I looking for? I doubt they’re carrying a sign’ and calls out, “Excuse me, Is there a Leon here looking for business?” looking around the room for staff.
Hearing the voice loudly calling for Leon, Manfred Metternich looked up sharply from a table in the corner of the tavern where he was drinking, and watching. He narrowed his green eyes as his gaze darted between the dusty looking dwarf, the demon, and the half elf in the strange garb. Hmmm.... seems like I'm not the only one drawn here by the promise of coin.
Truth was, he wasn't impressed by the sleepy fishing village of Summar Past, nor, as a bit of a tavern snob, the inn of this particular guild. Still, it would be important to have money, and more importantly allies. Especially if his father's agents had heard of his scandalous performance of "Viscount Metternich and the Farmer's Daughter" throughout the Empire.
Grinning at the memory, Manfred stands up, humming a few bars, and signals to the other three. "Excuse me, I do believe we are all looking for the same thing." He pulls the crumpled, much-read letter he received from his cloak and waves it around. "There is money to be had and tales to be told."
The door gently opens behind her and a grey skinned figure well over 7 feet tall enters quietly. He wears no armor, just a simple set of leather pants and vest, he's carrying a 5 foot battleaxe like a walking stick and wearing a heavy pack strapped with gear for the wilderness, a tent and hunting trap most visible, like it wasn't there despite the weight. The floorboards groan slightly under him as he steps past the little blonde, "Excuse me, miss," his voice surprisingly gentle. Moving to the bar he'll look around, "Leon?"
At the melodious sound, Albanus turns back to stare into the hall...and sees a grey-skinned tower of a man moving towards him. He instinctively retreats a step along the bar, eyes narrowed in suspicion. At the mention of the name Leon however, Albanus relaxes somewhat and says to the goliath, “Ah, well met enormous sir. I’m Albanus, or Al for short. Shall we say hello to the others?”
Keeping a wary eye on the mammoth, Albanus edges towards the others to introduce himself.
"I am called Survivor, it is good to meet you, Albanus," and he'll offer his hand to the stranger, giving a very gentle handshake. Turning to the others, "I, too, received a letter."
"Seemin dat all sorts be called on ten..." Dain says, glowering up at the towering giant-kin. He moves over to the table when waved over. "me name's Dain ironfist." he says with a nod to the rest. "Been traveln ta dis place fer 2 weeks now..." He takes a chair and waves over a serving person. "What er ye be havin fer good ale..." he orders.
Although late to the party, a new guest arrives. The door opens, and behind it, a small cloaked figure approaches. Her face, one of the few things her cloak didn't cover looked almost human, if not for being extremely pale white. Her hair was noticeable on the sides, a very light, almost white tone of blonde, and she entered slowly, looking anxiously to the sides as she did.
She pulls out the letter from somewhere beneath her cloak and approaches the group who seemed to also have some showing their letters already. "Hm, hi... Did any of you see Leon, yet?" Her voice was quiet and airy, it also seemed to strangely have a small echo to it as she talked.
Hearing the callout of a similiar mission, Ashtear trotts over to table, pulling her own letter out. "Looks like it! I'm not much for tales, but traveling is expensive, so gold for a good job is always valid. I wonder how many were called?" Pulling out a chair, with the back towards the door, draping her worn duster over the back. "I guess it would be easier with a sign than calling out everyone who walks through the door." dipping her finger in a small vial, and brushing over the back of her duster to write, in glowly floating letters. 'Looking for Leon Table' down the back before sitting down. "I'll skip ale myself, but I wonder what they have to eat. I hope something interesting to record."
Manfred's eyes flicker with baffled amusement as he sees the group gathering at his table.
"It does indeed seem like it takes all sorts, friend Dwarf. This is an... interesting coterie." He pauses for a second, and looks over the group deciding exactly what he should say.
"Ah... to hell with it. The very DIS-honorable Manfred Metternich, late of Hasal's Humblers and Tumblers Theatrical Players. Since that group met its, ah heh, untimely end, I find myself at something of a loose end." He bows his head in mock-courtesy, smirking all the while.
After his introduction, he sips his bitter and sits back down. "I rather like this direct approach. If that message doesn't grab this chap's attention, nothing will."
The barmaid, mid 20s, long auburn hair and a half smile on her face moved from behind the bar to greet the dwarf as he stepped in.
"Pleasure to meet you. May I ...
But that was as far as she got as the door came bursting open. Banging against the wall loudly, iving her a small start. She smiled politely at the tiefling and fetched him a small glass of wine from behind the bar, but even as she was about to answer his question another traveler arrived. She turned to the women in the red armor and answered.
Yes ma'am, im zure he'll be down in jhst a moment. Would anyone else care for something to drink? she asked somewhat nervously. Though her expression softened a bit as she heard the guild masters footsteps coming down the stairs.
Heres your ale, and heres a menu if youd like to order anything. She said handing the ale over to the dwarf before making herself busy with preparing more glasses just in case. She flicked her eyes at the bard as he mentioned his apparently being involved in a bit of a scandal shed heard some rumor of from one of the other girls in town.
From the stairs everyone sees Leon come walking down. While older, he still has a pep in his step, and despite his receding hairline, a certain charisma as well.
Aye there, I'm guildmaster Leon. Well met friends! I see you all are keeping Bonney rather busy, good for her. I'm quite positive your wondering why I'm all the way out here at one of our satellite offices. And of course what the job I'm offering is. Well straight to buisness or shall we drink first?
He said moving to the table where they had been awaiting him. Pulling up a chair amd sitting down at the far end of the table so he could see all of his guests he awaited their reply.
"'Drink first'? Sounds like the right away to do things!"
A dwarf of rust-coloured hair and bushy brows and beard enters at just the right time. Specks of grey and weathered face of age and experience greets all with a smile. A pack seemingly prepared for all terrains is weighted on his back over his shield, and Warhammer at his hip.
"Sorry, I'm late lads! Got distracted with a vendors recipe for his pies. Right! Where we starting?" He takes a seat and orders a famous, but fine ale from the barmaid.
"I don't really drink the towns' beverages, so, I'll pass." Aura responds, before remembering something important thanks to the people that introduce themselves before her. "Oh, my name's Aura. I'm an air Genasi and have been in a monastery for the longest time. I left just weeks before I received the letter. So... What is it you want us to do?" Her voice continued on the quieter side as she presented herself, and she now waits, looking at Leon for a response.
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Manfred drains his bitter quickly and gestures to Bonney. "I wouldn't mind another. Drink is the handmaiden of adventure, as an old friend used to say." He turns his attention to the older man sitting at the far end of the table. He seems likable enough -- and looks like he can handle himself, too. Wonder what he needs this lot for?
Manfred tries to recall any stories or songs he has heard about the Giant Slayers' Guild
Manfred drains his bitter quickly and gestures to Bonney. "I wouldn't mind another. Drink is the handmaiden of adventure, as an old friend used to say." He turns his attention to the older man sitting at the far end of the table. He seems likable enough -- and looks like he can handle himself, too. Wonder what he needs this lot for?
Manfred tries to recall any stories or songs he has heard about the Giant Slayers' Guild
History check 20.
He would know that they are fair and honest guild, not cheating anyone out of anything. They have one or two adventuring parties that have risen to some acclaim but not achieving much more than that. He would also know they are in a bit of a decline in popularity when compared to other guilds at this time, mostly from lack of members.
Of course of course. He said making a hand motion to Dain. Just as he was about to continue the other dwarf made his arrival. He smiled happily at the dwarf as he entered and mentioned his reason for tardiness, making him chuckle a bit before whirling around in his chair.
Right then! A full round on the house Bonney! Except for the lass! He shouted wholeheartedly to the barkeep as she seemed to anticipate this and was already filling several glasses from the keg. Glad you could make it of course. I heard youre quite the protege. He told the woman before answering her question.
Well lemme tell ya then. One of me best adventurers gone missing. He took a job in Riverton not a few miles from here. He was investigating the disappearance of a few poor farmers out there that had come up missing. He said pausing as Bonney arrived serving the drinks to everyone that had requested one before returning with usex glasses.
His face grew a bit more somber as he continued. After the empire gave up on its investigation the remainkng family came to us, and ive got a soft spot for people in need, so I sent Johan, the man that's missing. I was hoping he was just over celebrating a job well done, but it's been three weeks now.
He took a moment to sip from the ale in front of him, then looked at the group in front of him. You all will be well compensated for this job. On my humane side I want those people found and one of the best friends ive had. The buisness side also doesnt want my guild to lose any more face, and one of my best going missing would be a big blow. I'm willing to give all of you either two hundred gold a piece, or one of the items from the guilds vault. Completely up to you! What do ya say?
"I be sayin aye!" Dain says, pounding his pint on the table top with a grin. He then takes a long drink, ale foaming on his beard as he sets the empty pint down.
Right then! A full round on the house Bonney! Except for the lass! He shouted wholeheartedly to the barkeep as she seemed to anticipate this and was already filling several glasses from the keg. Glad you could make it of course. I heard youre quite the protege. He told the woman before answering her question.
(Just confirming with two questions. Did you mean "prodigy"? And, does "the woman" refer to Aura? Just in case, because I think that makes sense, but it isn't explicit.)
The world of Ethrahal is one long with strife. Ever since what was known as the Great war between the two Empires however, there has been some sembalance of peace, all the while in secret each plans for the day of the others destruction.
The Kemoral empire, is a collection of smaller kingdoms, all of which serve the Emperor. Comprising mostly of farmers and fishermen, traders and merchants, and many other walks of life, the Empire as it is known, stretches from the east coast to the snowy mountains in the north and to the rolling desert hills in the south. Each kingdom governs its own territory, and only requests the help of the empire's forces if it is neccessary. Thankfully for as long as most have been alive, they have never had to use them. Perhaps a violent band of orcs wandering too far from the snow tipped mountains might need to be quelled here and there, but full blown war has not been seen in centuries.
Within the Empire, there are many factions and guilds, also making their attempts to become more powerful and wealthy. One such one is the Giant Slayers guild. Located on the coast, in the small fishing town of Summar Past, the guild has a small tavern and inn that serves as their meeting place. Most in the town know if they are ever in need of gold coin, the guild will usually have a quest for them, if albeit at some risk.
Not often does the guild make requests for help, but this time, the guild master Leon has sent out several letters, or sent messengers to retrieve adventures, wanderers, vagabonds and the like to assist him with a certain matter. Though the letters nor the courier would give much information beyond that the payment would be substantial for their services.
Leon the guild master was awaiting the arrival of his guests. He was a tall well built man, thinning blonde hair and a handlebar mustache. While most of his guests he had not had the chance to be formally introduced to, but he had heard through the grapevines and around the guild that most of those arriving would be ones for him to try and snag for his guild. It's popularity had been decreasing recently and perhaps some new faces and a good story for the bards to tell would help his business. He could only hope so, and sat down in his comfy chair, awaiting his guests to arrive at the tavern hall.
Dain pulled his cloak around him as he walked down the street. He was dusty from his travels, and definitely hoped this was going to be worth the effort. Why this particular guild had a base in a small port village he could only guess. The symbol of his house, a Griffin with iron claws, and with a set of Smith Tools as the backdrop, was on the front of the cloak. On his left arm, past the cuff of the cloak, some slightly glowing lines could be seen on his skin as well. he has black hair and beard, the little skin visible fair. An assortment of tools hangs from his pack as it sways behind him, and he wears a battleaxe at one hip, with a crossbow at the other. A component pouch is around his waist, and a shield hangs from the pack. He moves towards the small inn that he was told was the meeting place.
Walking inside he glances around. "I be told ta talk ta a man named Leon..." He says to anyone around. "Be told ta come here and see bout some job needin doin..."
30 feet behind the dwarf, a tall and dark figure follows. Striding confidently, Albanus the Black runs claw-tipped fingers through his jet black hair. His hand pauses as he meets the first of his horns, a constant reminder of his demonic past. He starts to pull his hood up and over his horns but stops short, glancing at the faint trace of black and purple scales on his reddish-gray skin. I can't hide what I am, he thinks to himself as he continues to walk the same path as the short figure in front of him, who has now entered the building Albanus was destined for.
Within 10 feet of the door, Albanus grins and, in Draconic, growls, "Erekess." thaumaturgy The door throws itself open and bangs against the wall inside. Still grinning, Albanus enters the tavern without hesitation and takes stock of the room. He gives the dwarf beside him a wink and walks up to the bar.
(Is there a barkeep? If there is, Albanus will ask him about Leon and where he can be found. He will also order some strawberry wine, if available).
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Turning the corner of the building, Roll Ashtear jumped! A strange cloaked figure slamming open the door that was her goal. Saddling up to the door, she leans in for a peek. Her blond hair, and happy red hatted head poking out of the door frame briefly before confirming this wasn’t aggressive. Walking in, Ashtear briefly checks the door for damage, before closing the door the previous guest left wide open.
“Well, I’d never been to this part of the world.. Maybe that’s normal?”
Surveying the room-and pulling her bag out from behind her under her travel gear, to the front , her brown duster, overlaying her happy red armour, swishing with the movement before realizing. ‘What am I looking for? I doubt they’re carrying a sign’ and calls out, “Excuse me, Is there a Leon here looking for business?” looking around the room for staff.
Hearing the voice loudly calling for Leon, Manfred Metternich looked up sharply from a table in the corner of the tavern where he was drinking, and watching. He narrowed his green eyes as his gaze darted between the dusty looking dwarf, the demon, and the half elf in the strange garb. Hmmm.... seems like I'm not the only one drawn here by the promise of coin.
Truth was, he wasn't impressed by the sleepy fishing village of Summar Past, nor, as a bit of a tavern snob, the inn of this particular guild. Still, it would be important to have money, and more importantly allies. Especially if his father's agents had heard of his scandalous performance of "Viscount Metternich and the Farmer's Daughter" throughout the Empire.
Grinning at the memory, Manfred stands up, humming a few bars, and signals to the other three. "Excuse me, I do believe we are all looking for the same thing." He pulls the crumpled, much-read letter he received from his cloak and waves it around. "There is money to be had and tales to be told."
The door gently opens behind her and a grey skinned figure well over 7 feet tall enters quietly. He wears no armor, just a simple set of leather pants and vest, he's carrying a 5 foot battleaxe like a walking stick and wearing a heavy pack strapped with gear for the wilderness, a tent and hunting trap most visible, like it wasn't there despite the weight. The floorboards groan slightly under him as he steps past the little blonde, "Excuse me, miss," his voice surprisingly gentle. Moving to the bar he'll look around, "Leon?"
At the melodious sound, Albanus turns back to stare into the hall...and sees a grey-skinned tower of a man moving towards him. He instinctively retreats a step along the bar, eyes narrowed in suspicion. At the mention of the name Leon however, Albanus relaxes somewhat and says to the goliath, “Ah, well met enormous sir. I’m Albanus, or Al for short. Shall we say hello to the others?”
Keeping a wary eye on the mammoth, Albanus edges towards the others to introduce himself.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
"I am called Survivor, it is good to meet you, Albanus," and he'll offer his hand to the stranger, giving a very gentle handshake. Turning to the others, "I, too, received a letter."
"Seemin dat all sorts be called on ten..." Dain says, glowering up at the towering giant-kin. He moves over to the table when waved over. "me name's Dain ironfist." he says with a nod to the rest. "Been traveln ta dis place fer 2 weeks now..." He takes a chair and waves over a serving person. "What er ye be havin fer good ale..." he orders.
Although late to the party, a new guest arrives. The door opens, and behind it, a small cloaked figure approaches. Her face, one of the few things her cloak didn't cover looked almost human, if not for being extremely pale white. Her hair was noticeable on the sides, a very light, almost white tone of blonde, and she entered slowly, looking anxiously to the sides as she did.
She pulls out the letter from somewhere beneath her cloak and approaches the group who seemed to also have some showing their letters already. "Hm, hi... Did any of you see Leon, yet?" Her voice was quiet and airy, it also seemed to strangely have a small echo to it as she talked.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Hearing the callout of a similiar mission, Ashtear trotts over to table, pulling her own letter out. "Looks like it! I'm not much for tales, but traveling is expensive, so gold for a good job is always valid. I wonder how many were called?" Pulling out a chair, with the back towards the door, draping her worn duster over the back. "I guess it would be easier with a sign than calling out everyone who walks through the door." dipping her finger in a small vial, and brushing over the back of her duster to write, in glowly floating letters. 'Looking for Leon Table' down the back before sitting down. "I'll skip ale myself, but I wonder what they have to eat. I hope something interesting to record."
Turning to the rest, "I'm Ashtear,""
(Ashtear, Alchemsit)
Manfred's eyes flicker with baffled amusement as he sees the group gathering at his table.
"It does indeed seem like it takes all sorts, friend Dwarf. This is an... interesting coterie." He pauses for a second, and looks over the group deciding exactly what he should say.
"Ah... to hell with it. The very DIS-honorable Manfred Metternich, late of Hasal's Humblers and Tumblers Theatrical Players. Since that group met its, ah heh, untimely end, I find myself at something of a loose end." He bows his head in mock-courtesy, smirking all the while.
After his introduction, he sips his bitter and sits back down. "I rather like this direct approach. If that message doesn't grab this chap's attention, nothing will."
The barmaid, mid 20s, long auburn hair and a half smile on her face moved from behind the bar to greet the dwarf as he stepped in.
"Pleasure to meet you. May I ...
But that was as far as she got as the door came bursting open. Banging against the wall loudly, iving her a small start. She smiled politely at the tiefling and fetched him a small glass of wine from behind the bar, but even as she was about to answer his question another traveler arrived. She turned to the women in the red armor and answered.
Yes ma'am, im zure he'll be down in jhst a moment. Would anyone else care for something to drink? she asked somewhat nervously. Though her expression softened a bit as she heard the guild masters footsteps coming down the stairs.
Heres your ale, and heres a menu if youd like to order anything. She said handing the ale over to the dwarf before making herself busy with preparing more glasses just in case. She flicked her eyes at the bard as he mentioned his apparently being involved in a bit of a scandal shed heard some rumor of from one of the other girls in town.
From the stairs everyone sees Leon come walking down. While older, he still has a pep in his step, and despite his receding hairline, a certain charisma as well.
Aye there, I'm guildmaster Leon. Well met friends! I see you all are keeping Bonney rather busy, good for her. I'm quite positive your wondering why I'm all the way out here at one of our satellite offices. And of course what the job I'm offering is. Well straight to buisness or shall we drink first?
He said moving to the table where they had been awaiting him. Pulling up a chair amd sitting down at the far end of the table so he could see all of his guests he awaited their reply.
"Be havin me drink, so go head wit yer business." Dain says, holding up the ale the serving girl had already brought him.
"'Drink first'? Sounds like the right away to do things!"
A dwarf of rust-coloured hair and bushy brows and beard enters at just the right time. Specks of grey and weathered face of age and experience greets all with a smile. A pack seemingly prepared for all terrains is weighted on his back over his shield, and Warhammer at his hip.
"Sorry, I'm late lads! Got distracted with a vendors recipe for his pies. Right! Where we starting?" He takes a seat and orders a famous, but fine ale from the barmaid.
"I don't really drink the towns' beverages, so, I'll pass." Aura responds, before remembering something important thanks to the people that introduce themselves before her. "Oh, my name's Aura. I'm an air Genasi and have been in a monastery for the longest time. I left just weeks before I received the letter. So... What is it you want us to do?" Her voice continued on the quieter side as she presented herself, and she now waits, looking at Leon for a response.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Manfred drains his bitter quickly and gestures to Bonney. "I wouldn't mind another. Drink is the handmaiden of adventure, as an old friend used to say." He turns his attention to the older man sitting at the far end of the table. He seems likable enough -- and looks like he can handle himself, too. Wonder what he needs this lot for?
Manfred tries to recall any stories or songs he has heard about the Giant Slayers' Guild
History check 16
He would know that they are fair and honest guild, not cheating anyone out of anything. They have one or two adventuring parties that have risen to some acclaim but not achieving much more than that. He would also know they are in a bit of a decline in popularity when compared to other guilds at this time, mostly from lack of members.
Of course of course. He said making a hand motion to Dain. Just as he was about to continue the other dwarf made his arrival. He smiled happily at the dwarf as he entered and mentioned his reason for tardiness, making him chuckle a bit before whirling around in his chair.
Right then! A full round on the house Bonney! Except for the lass! He shouted wholeheartedly to the barkeep as she seemed to anticipate this and was already filling several glasses from the keg. Glad you could make it of course. I heard youre quite the protege. He told the woman before answering her question.
Well lemme tell ya then. One of me best adventurers gone missing. He took a job in Riverton not a few miles from here. He was investigating the disappearance of a few poor farmers out there that had come up missing. He said pausing as Bonney arrived serving the drinks to everyone that had requested one before returning with usex glasses.
His face grew a bit more somber as he continued. After the empire gave up on its investigation the remainkng family came to us, and ive got a soft spot for people in need, so I sent Johan, the man that's missing. I was hoping he was just over celebrating a job well done, but it's been three weeks now.
He took a moment to sip from the ale in front of him, then looked at the group in front of him. You all will be well compensated for this job. On my humane side I want those people found and one of the best friends ive had. The buisness side also doesnt want my guild to lose any more face, and one of my best going missing would be a big blow. I'm willing to give all of you either two hundred gold a piece, or one of the items from the guilds vault. Completely up to you! What do ya say?
"I be sayin aye!" Dain says, pounding his pint on the table top with a grin. He then takes a long drink, ale foaming on his beard as he sets the empty pint down.
(Just confirming with two questions. Did you mean "prodigy"? And, does "the woman" refer to Aura? Just in case, because I think that makes sense, but it isn't explicit.)
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon