Suuroth groans. "You're sounding like Zaphael now. I just hope you're... of a mind that you'll take up my offer when I explain that you can get all the supplies you need, not to mention more than ten thousand candles with it. I'll show you the map when you accept the deal."
Zaphael isn't paying attention, taking a candle and sticking its melted end to his skin. He takes out another, obviously with the same intention.
Theldain fixes Zaphael with an icy glare, shakes his head and turns his attention to Suuroth.
"So, now we have agreed payment, let's see this map of yours and find out why you need people of our...skills"
Theldain straddles the bench and grabs a longsword from underneath it, and also grabs a whetstone from a pack. He places the sword across his lap and begins to slowly and methodically sharpen the blade.
"Let's take things elsewhere. I don't want any unwanted eyes seeing this," Suuroth says, shifting his eyes to everybody else in the tavern. He takes a roll of paper out of his bag and walks upstairs, gesturing for you to join him. Zaphael is still sitting, having already been told, and shifts his eyes over to Winter. He extends a bare arm (for a handshake), studded with lit candles, and snaps with his other hand, lighting all of them. "Hello, good... sir, madam, whichever. How are you doing today?" he says, putting one arm (the non-extended, candle-less one) behind his back, his hand on the hilt of a longsword.
Suspicious of the stranger, Winter cautiously places their hands in their lap and offers a nervous smile as they subconsciously inch away. They say anxiously and slowly, enunciating every word, trying to find the correct words to say while conveying a sense of openness, "I am doing well, and I thank you for asking. And you? How are you faring?"
"Very well, let's pack up". Thavyn secures his little mechanical firefly and his alchemistry satchel under his coat and jumps on his feet. He grabs his small shield, quickly adjust it on his arm and checks that his weapons are set up properly on his belt. He starts to walk in the direction of the door of the Inn before turning his head toward the rest of the group. "Let's go. Adventure is waiting for us."
Theldain follows the dragon born up the stairs and sees winter, who seems obviously nervous about Zaphael. He watches the tieflings hand rest on the swords hilt, points his own longsword towards him and mutters "phay..."
The shining blade suddenly becomes engulfed in a bright green flame, that gives off no heat, but strangely looks alive and hungry....
Upstairs, Suuroth opens a door, presumably to his quarters, and enters a room that has had some semblance of organization. He moves a table over and takes out the map, spreading it open on the table. Downstairs, Zaphael puts his arm on the table, his look shifting from an impish amusement to an expression of boredom. "So, you takin' the job or what? Su probably wants to know as soon as possible."
Winter nods and shrugs, an expression of agreement, and then stands up, eager to get themself away from Zaphael. They notice Theldain's spell, but choose to ignore it. They act as though it was nothing out of the ordinary and begin to walk towards the stairs.
Zaphael didn't take anything, following behind the group as they head up the stairs. You make it up to the room and Suuroth has the map spread out. It is an ancient thing, slightly torn along the edge and curling in on itself, its details faded away. Suuroth, unconcerned about this, lifts his hand above the map and channels energy into the map, causing color to bloom out and spread from the map.
"Very nice..." said Travyn, genually impressed by Suuroth 's magic. He then takes his monocle and starts to look over the map with his only eye... " very well, let's see where we are first..."
"It's just a bit of illusion to make it more visible," Suuroth says, chuckling a bit as a smile begins to pull at his face. He moves so you can see the map more easily, revealing a rather simple design. "The crest of Glassfall," he says, pointing to an elaborate symbol around the middle of the paper, "marks out starting point."
"This," he says as he adjusts his hand to point to another crest, one placed on the far corner of the map, "is our end point, all the way over here, in Gravenhollow. If I'm to obtain the information necessary, I'll need travelling companions to provide the appropriate... support. If you can help me get to Gravenhollow, that will be enough to receive your reward."
Zaphael, in that time, has found a chair and is leaned back in it, creating illusions of... things on the floor to entertain himself.
"Well, why'd he bother with us if he wasn't?" Zaphael standing up and waving his hand, dispelling the illusion of the four little dancing men on the floor, "Su, show them the actual map." He waves his hand over the map and alters it a little bit, making it three dimensional and revealing ridges of spikes, forests, and any number of other things in between. He leans on a chair as he shapes the map, his eyes glinting with malicious glee as Suuroth groans with annoyance.
"You see," Zaphael says, finished with his work, "we've got a bit of a trip ahead of us. I'm going for the sake of a good story, I couldn't care less for the gold. The thing is, you guys have to decide whether you're here for the same reason, or at least one as good as mine."
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Suuroth groans. "You're sounding like Zaphael now. I just hope you're... of a mind that you'll take up my offer when I explain that you can get all the supplies you need, not to mention more than ten thousand candles with it. I'll show you the map when you accept the deal."
Zaphael isn't paying attention, taking a candle and sticking its melted end to his skin. He takes out another, obviously with the same intention.
I is the feels good.
- Kefko, the Traveler
Travyn thinks for a moment, assessing if this dragonborn can be trusted before accepting: "This is good enough for me, I'm in"
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In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
"Thank you," Suuroth says, obviously relieved by your support. Zaphael is still sticking candles to his skin.
I is the feels good.
- Kefko, the Traveler
Theldain turns his head to look at his gnome companion, one eyebrow raised in wry amusement.
"Please tell me it wasn't the candles......"
He stands up fully, rolls up his sleeves and crosses his arms, revealing many scars on his forearms from previous battles, and focuses on Suuroth.
"If the gnome trusts you then I'm in, but I will be keeping a close eye on you and that one..." Theldain nods towards the tiefling.
"Well, I guess that's fair," Suuroth says with a bit of a sigh. Zaphael looks up at you, tilting his head. "What?" he asks, sitting back a bit.
I is the feels good.
- Kefko, the Traveler
Theldain fixes Zaphael with an icy glare, shakes his head and turns his attention to Suuroth.
"So, now we have agreed payment, let's see this map of yours and find out why you need people of our...skills"
Theldain straddles the bench and grabs a longsword from underneath it, and also grabs a whetstone from a pack. He places the sword across his lap and begins to slowly and methodically sharpen the blade.
"Let's take things elsewhere. I don't want any unwanted eyes seeing this," Suuroth says, shifting his eyes to everybody else in the tavern. He takes a roll of paper out of his bag and walks upstairs, gesturing for you to join him. Zaphael is still sitting, having already been told, and shifts his eyes over to Winter. He extends a bare arm (for a handshake), studded with lit candles, and snaps with his other hand, lighting all of them. "Hello, good... sir, madam, whichever. How are you doing today?" he says, putting one arm (the non-extended, candle-less one) behind his back, his hand on the hilt of a longsword.
I is the feels good.
- Kefko, the Traveler
Suspicious of the stranger, Winter cautiously places their hands in their lap and offers a nervous smile as they subconsciously inch away. They say anxiously and slowly, enunciating every word, trying to find the correct words to say while conveying a sense of openness, "I am doing well, and I thank you for asking. And you? How are you faring?"
"Very well, let's pack up".
Thavyn secures his little mechanical firefly and his alchemistry satchel under his coat and jumps on his feet.
He grabs his small shield, quickly adjust it on his arm and checks that his weapons are set up properly on his belt. He starts to walk in the direction of the door of the Inn before turning his head toward the rest of the group. "Let's go. Adventure is waiting for us."
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In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Theldain follows the dragon born up the stairs and sees winter, who seems obviously nervous about Zaphael. He watches the tieflings hand rest on the swords hilt, points his own longsword towards him and mutters "phay..."
The shining blade suddenly becomes engulfed in a bright green flame, that gives off no heat, but strangely looks alive and hungry....
Upstairs, Suuroth opens a door, presumably to his quarters, and enters a room that has had some semblance of organization. He moves a table over and takes out the map, spreading it open on the table. Downstairs, Zaphael puts his arm on the table, his look shifting from an impish amusement to an expression of boredom. "So, you takin' the job or what? Su probably wants to know as soon as possible."
I is the feels good.
- Kefko, the Traveler
Winter nods and shrugs, an expression of agreement, and then stands up, eager to get themself away from Zaphael. They notice Theldain's spell, but choose to ignore it. They act as though it was nothing out of the ordinary and begin to walk towards the stairs.
Theldain smiles at Winter and flourishes the longsword, mentally cancelling the spell, whilst placing it back into the scabbard upon his back.
He adjusts the shield on his left arm, checks his pockets as Zaphael walks past, and follows them up the stairs
The gnome follows quickly the Dragonborn, ready to study the map.
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In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Winter follows, unhurried, with an expression of fascination and anticipation.
Zaphael didn't take anything, following behind the group as they head up the stairs. You make it up to the room and Suuroth has the map spread out. It is an ancient thing, slightly torn along the edge and curling in on itself, its details faded away. Suuroth, unconcerned about this, lifts his hand above the map and channels energy into the map, causing color to bloom out and spread from the map.
I is the feels good.
- Kefko, the Traveler
"Very nice..." said Travyn, genually impressed by Suuroth 's magic.
He then takes his monocle and starts to look over the map with his only eye... " very well, let's see where we are first..."
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
"It's just a bit of illusion to make it more visible," Suuroth says, chuckling a bit as a smile begins to pull at his face. He moves so you can see the map more easily, revealing a rather simple design. "The crest of Glassfall," he says, pointing to an elaborate symbol around the middle of the paper, "marks out starting point."
"This," he says as he adjusts his hand to point to another crest, one placed on the far corner of the map, "is our end point, all the way over here, in Gravenhollow. If I'm to obtain the information necessary, I'll need travelling companions to provide the appropriate... support. If you can help me get to Gravenhollow, that will be enough to receive your reward."
Zaphael, in that time, has found a chair and is leaned back in it, creating illusions of... things on the floor to entertain himself.
I is the feels good.
- Kefko, the Traveler
"Very impressive map Suuroth." Theldain says with a smile.
"Looks like a fair few days traveling to this Gravenhollow, expecting any trouble outside?"
"Well, why'd he bother with us if he wasn't?" Zaphael standing up and waving his hand, dispelling the illusion of the four little dancing men on the floor, "Su, show them the actual map." He waves his hand over the map and alters it a little bit, making it three dimensional and revealing ridges of spikes, forests, and any number of other things in between. He leans on a chair as he shapes the map, his eyes glinting with malicious glee as Suuroth groans with annoyance.
"You see," Zaphael says, finished with his work, "we've got a bit of a trip ahead of us. I'm going for the sake of a good story, I couldn't care less for the gold. The thing is, you guys have to decide whether you're here for the same reason, or at least one as good as mine."
I is the feels good.
- Kefko, the Traveler