That's what they told you, anyway, after you all woke up together in the same cell. "You were fighting together." The guards explained, as they were escorting you to the town's boundary stones.
So it seemed a viable idea to travel to Waterdeep together.
The shadows thrown by the trees are just gaining a chill in them, even as the sun still shines strong. You're far enough away from the seaside to not hear the gulls, nor smell thevwater. But close enough that you can imagine you do.
It is toward the end of the third day that you see the small trail, swerving from the High Road and heading east. You camp nearby, leaving til the morning to decide if you should follow it.
A discussion in the early morn brings up the name "Phandalin", once dead but slowly returning to life.
Curiosity gets the better of you and you step onto the trail. The sun is half way to the horizon as you come upon it,
Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past.
Phandalin's residents are quiet, hard-working folk who came from distant cities to eke out a life amid the harsh wilderness. They are farmers, stonecutters, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, and children. The town has no walls and no garrison, but most of the adults keep weapons within easy reach in case the need for arms should arise.
Visitors are welcome here, particularly if they have coin to spend or news to share. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. A couple of doors down from the inn, posted outside the townmaster's hall, is a job board for adventurers.
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It'll be really good to get into Phandalin and the Stonyhill Inn. Good eats, and plenty of Stony Brewed Mead, if that's what gets your fancy. And Toblen makes a real good lager, too. Don't let the look of the houses be putting you off. They're a lot more sturdy than they appear. Phandalins are good, hardworking folk.
Survival - 25 to see if he was fetching anything food related home to Phandalin. Returning with visitors will stand him in good stead with the village elders, however a little something extra couldn't hurt...
O, that's right, your humble guide is Roscoe Fastfoot, a halfling of certain talents, and abilities....
Whiskey, a tall half orc looks forward at the town, smiling with his pipes in one hand and his bag being held by his other hand.
He liked to make the joke about his parents knowing what his favorite drink was going to be, Whiskey, and that’s why they named him such. Not that that mattered much as many refused to catch his name and just calling him little oddities, the only one he ever liked being called was “Pipes” when making new friends Whiskey will always introduce himself as “Whiskey Sha, though, some just like to call me ‘Pipes’ I’ll take either” and that’s what he said to his new compatriots when they met that night... from what he remembers
He notices a scuff on his right shoulder of his leather armor “Suppose these are gonna get dirty anyway” he shrugs to himself pulling the collar of his soft blue undershirt away from his neck a bit. He looks forward at the new town excited to finally be traveling and sharing his music with people. “Well fellas, there’s so much I wanna do I really don’t know where to start!” He shortly realized his fairly empty pockets he thinks for a moment not sure if anyone else has money on them “This is a little embarrassing, seems I forgot to keep track of my money at that tavern... Do any of you have a decent amount of coin? If not, might be worthwhile to grab a quick job while we’re in town“
Whiskey looks embarrassed for a beat. “Heh” he chuckles nervously “That I am, it’s just, I’m not sure how much coin I could make and I don’t really want to take up all your guy’s time... I mean if you want me to I can try.” He says with a nervous twist that holds some hope in his voice
Krov was a large, 7ft tall, buff and scar filled black dragonborn. His appearence wasnt the best, he looked like a barbarian, his clothes were all thorn up and scratched from battles. He now had company and he didnt mind it at all, tho he was a bit confused at what had happened at the inn and how he got sent to jail. However, that did not matter anymore. He now decided to travel along side his new friends and he swore to protect them from evil, after all thats what he does best, and he couldnt possibly let... him... hurt his new friends.
Krov always stayed a bit to the side and in the front of the group, so he could have a better position to protect everyone if anything were to attack them. He hears the conversation between the orc-ish guy and the halfling and with a rough, low voice he mumbles out:
I learned that strength, fists and swords talk louder than words, but i guess you could try to use your... music.
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Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
”Well Roscoe, you might as well show us this inn you‘re referring to.” Whiskey carries himself with a nervous glee that there might be a crowd that might want to hear his music. He does a quick check of his pan flute just to make sure it’s clean. And plays a brief few notes just to warm up a bit before Roscoe takes them to the Inn
Renin listens intently to the interactions of his companions. The ranger--a wood elf, tall and lean--still finds them strange, but they have proven trustworthy thus far. He nods at the inn.
"Whether it's food, music, or coin we seek, all can most likely be found in there, yes?"
Unless there are any objections, he will go ahead and begin striding towards the building, the default social center of any human town.
You see ahead of you the two-story Stonehill Inn. Like all of the newer buildings, it is log cabin style.
As you face the front, you see that the front door is offset to the right side. A peaked roof juts out over the small extension on the left.
When you walk in, you see the bar is kinda L shaped, with the long side across from you and extending to the left. There are four tables on the short side and six along the long. It is almost half filled, with what seem to be the residents.
As you look around the corner on the left, you realize the part that jutted out in the front is most likely the kitchen.
There is a human male, kinda short, behind the bar. His expression is pleasant as he appears to be doing a bit of bookkeeping
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Krov eyes everyone with a quick glance. He falls a bit behind the group, keeping a close eye on anything that seems like a threat. He seemed a bit nervous arround so many people.
He tries to see what books the bar keeper has without really having to talk to him.
perception:18
He turns to his fellas and with the same low and rough voice he says to the group
Do what you all have to do, ill just... Stay close.
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Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
Whiskey walks up to the bar "Excuse me, sir. My name is Whiskey Sha though some like to call me 'Pipes' I would like to request to see if i may play at this establishment to try to earn a bit of gold?" Whiskey asks awkwardly this all being fairly new to him
"Oh and heavens me for not asking your name sir.What should i call you?"
Renin scans the room as he enters, stepping aside to let the others in. It is clean and well-maintained. Better than many he's seen, not as well as a few.
The looks Krov get are more cautious than hostile, but anyone walking past gives him ample space. It takes a minute of quick glances for Krov to realize the man is working on the inn's ledger, balancing payments made with earnings.
Roscoe makes a quick dash to the kitchen and, with a wink, hands the cook's boy the two opossums he managed to bag.
The barkeep looks up in surprise, then lays his pen down and stretches out his hand. "Whiskey, is it? Or Pipes, which would you rather? I am Toblen Stonehill. Welcome to my inn." He takes a handkerchief and wipes his bald head. "Do you only play or sing as well?"
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2 possums will help with tonight's stew, yes? - Roscoe says to the cook.
Toblen, I'm sorry I messed up, I caught a spot of trouble in Neverwinter. I made some new friends, though, how about putting them up for the night on my tab? says Roscoe with a smile
"Im fairly indifferent to which you call me, you can use both if you like." Whiskey chuckles "I tend to play more often as what I play tends to not allow me to sing. Though if I have some back up I am able to sing a tune." Whiskey gives a grin to the barkeep
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<ooc: most embarrassing, please pardon me - I had submitted 2 characters to this campaign by mistake. lexai asked me to stay with the Halfelf Frilovar, so I changed his name. Roscoe Frilovar is also a rural rogue :) https://ddb.ac/characters/22341426/qT1VeQ>
Toblen listens to the performance, occasionally glancing to see how others in the inn are responding to it. There is more than a little interest and a few seem to move in time.
When the music is over he claps and holds his hand out to Whiskey again. "Very good. You won't have to wait for people to get drunk for them to appreciate you. Trust me, we've had a few of those. An hour after dusk is when the place starts filling up. I'll give you a meal and a room for tonight and you can keep any money you make."
He turns to Roscoe. "I hope you made sure the trouble stayed in Neverwinter. We have enough to worry about as it is."
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You met in a tavern.
That's what they told you, anyway, after you all woke up together in the same cell. "You were fighting together." The guards explained, as they were escorting you to the town's boundary stones.
So it seemed a viable idea to travel to Waterdeep together.
The shadows thrown by the trees are just gaining a chill in them, even as the sun still shines strong. You're far enough away from the seaside to not hear the gulls, nor smell thevwater. But close enough that you can imagine you do.
It is toward the end of the third day that you see the small trail, swerving from the High Road and heading east. You camp nearby, leaving til the morning to decide if you should follow it.
A discussion in the early morn brings up the name "Phandalin", once dead but slowly returning to life.
Curiosity gets the better of you and you step onto the trail. The sun is half way to the horizon as you come upon it,
Nestled in the rocky foothills of the snow-capped Sword Mountains is the mining town of Phandalin, which consists of forty or fifty simple log buildings. Crumbling stone ruins surround the newer houses and shops, showing how this must have been a much larger town in centuries past.
Phandalin's residents are quiet, hard-working folk who came from distant cities to eke out a life amid the harsh wilderness. They are farmers, stonecutters, blacksmiths, traders, prospectors, and children. The town has no walls and no garrison, but most of the adults keep weapons within easy reach in case the need for arms should arise.
Visitors are welcome here, particularly if they have coin to spend or news to share. The Stonehill Inn at the center of town offers modest lodging and meals. A couple of doors down from the inn, posted outside the townmaster's hall, is a job board for adventurers.
It'll be really good to get into Phandalin and the Stonyhill Inn. Good eats, and plenty of Stony Brewed Mead, if that's what gets your fancy. And Toblen makes a real good lager, too. Don't let the look of the houses be putting you off. They're a lot more sturdy than they appear. Phandalins are good, hardworking folk.
Survival - 25 to see if he was fetching anything food related home to Phandalin. Returning with visitors will stand him in good stead with the village elders, however a little something extra couldn't hurt...
O, that's right, your humble guide is Roscoe Fastfoot, a halfling of certain talents, and abilities....
Whiskey, a tall half orc looks forward at the town, smiling with his pipes in one hand and his bag being held by his other hand.
He liked to make the joke about his parents knowing what his favorite drink was going to be, Whiskey, and that’s why they named him such. Not that that mattered much as many refused to catch his name and just calling him little oddities, the only one he ever liked being called was “Pipes” when making new friends Whiskey will always introduce himself as “Whiskey Sha, though, some just like to call me ‘Pipes’ I’ll take either” and that’s what he said to his new compatriots when they met that night... from what he remembers
He notices a scuff on his right shoulder of his leather armor “Suppose these are gonna get dirty anyway” he shrugs to himself pulling the collar of his soft blue undershirt away from his neck a bit. He looks forward at the new town excited to finally be traveling and sharing his music with people. “Well fellas, there’s so much I wanna do I really don’t know where to start!” He shortly realized his fairly empty pockets he thinks for a moment not sure if anyone else has money on them “This is a little embarrassing, seems I forgot to keep track of my money at that tavern... Do any of you have a decent amount of coin? If not, might be worthwhile to grab a quick job while we’re in town“
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Aren't you a bard, Whiskey? Just asking.. cause you might find a ready audience at the Stonyhill Inn...
Whiskey looks embarrassed for a beat. “Heh” he chuckles nervously “That I am, it’s just, I’m not sure how much coin I could make and I don’t really want to take up all your guy’s time... I mean if you want me to I can try.” He says with a nervous twist that holds some hope in his voice
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Krov was a large, 7ft tall, buff and scar filled black dragonborn. His appearence wasnt the best, he looked like a barbarian, his clothes were all thorn up and scratched from battles. He now had company and he didnt mind it at all, tho he was a bit confused at what had happened at the inn and how he got sent to jail. However, that did not matter anymore. He now decided to travel along side his new friends and he swore to protect them from evil, after all thats what he does best, and he couldnt possibly let... him... hurt his new friends.
Krov always stayed a bit to the side and in the front of the group, so he could have a better position to protect everyone if anything were to attack them. He hears the conversation between the orc-ish guy and the halfling and with a rough, low voice he mumbles out:
I learned that strength, fists and swords talk louder than words, but i guess you could try to use your... music.
Always looking for new pbp campaigns. Msg me if u need a player.
Chars and campaigns:
Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
”Well Roscoe, you might as well show us this inn you‘re referring to.” Whiskey carries himself with a nervous glee that there might be a crowd that might want to hear his music. He does a quick check of his pan flute just to make sure it’s clean. And plays a brief few notes just to warm up a bit before Roscoe takes them to the Inn
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Renin listens intently to the interactions of his companions. The ranger--a wood elf, tall and lean--still finds them strange, but they have proven trustworthy thus far. He nods at the inn.
"Whether it's food, music, or coin we seek, all can most likely be found in there, yes?"
Unless there are any objections, he will go ahead and begin striding towards the building, the default social center of any human town.
You see ahead of you the two-story Stonehill Inn. Like all of the newer buildings, it is log cabin style.
As you face the front, you see that the front door is offset to the right side. A peaked roof juts out over the small extension on the left.
When you walk in, you see the bar is kinda L shaped, with the long side across from you and extending to the left. There are four tables on the short side and six along the long. It is almost half filled, with what seem to be the residents.
As you look around the corner on the left, you realize the part that jutted out in the front is most likely the kitchen.
There is a human male, kinda short, behind the bar. His expression is pleasant as he appears to be doing a bit of bookkeeping
Krov eyes everyone with a quick glance. He falls a bit behind the group, keeping a close eye on anything that seems like a threat. He seemed a bit nervous arround so many people.
He tries to see what books the bar keeper has without really having to talk to him.
perception: 18
He turns to his fellas and with the same low and rough voice he says to the group
Do what you all have to do, ill just... Stay close.
Always looking for new pbp campaigns. Msg me if u need a player.
Chars and campaigns:
Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
Whiskey walks up to the bar "Excuse me, sir. My name is Whiskey Sha though some like to call me 'Pipes' I would like to request to see if i may play at this establishment to try to earn a bit of gold?" Whiskey asks awkwardly this all being fairly new to him
"Oh and heavens me for not asking your name sir.What should i call you?"
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Renin scans the room as he enters, stepping aside to let the others in. It is clean and well-maintained. Better than many he's seen, not as well as a few.
The looks Krov get are more cautious than hostile, but anyone walking past gives him ample space. It takes a minute of quick glances for Krov to realize the man is working on the inn's ledger, balancing payments made with earnings.
Roscoe makes a quick dash to the kitchen and, with a wink, hands the cook's boy the two opossums he managed to bag.
The barkeep looks up in surprise, then lays his pen down and stretches out his hand. "Whiskey, is it? Or Pipes, which would you rather? I am Toblen Stonehill. Welcome to my inn." He takes a handkerchief and wipes his bald head. "Do you only play or sing as well?"
2 possums will help with tonight's stew, yes? - Roscoe says to the cook.
Toblen, I'm sorry I messed up, I caught a spot of trouble in Neverwinter. I made some new friends, though, how about putting them up for the night on my tab? says Roscoe with a smile
Persuasion: 17
"Im fairly indifferent to which you call me, you can use both if you like." Whiskey chuckles "I tend to play more often as what I play tends to not allow me to sing. Though if I have some back up I am able to sing a tune." Whiskey gives a grin to the barkeep
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Whiskey turns over to Roscoe “Roscoe, you wouldn’t happen to know hoe to play anything would you?” He asks with a small smirk
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
I can carry a tune, or play the kettle drums, or something of the sort... or washboard and mixing spoons? that sort of thing?
<ooc: most embarrassing, please pardon me - I had submitted 2 characters to this campaign by mistake. lexai asked me to stay with the Halfelf Frilovar, so I changed his name. Roscoe Frilovar is also a rural rogue :) https://ddb.ac/characters/22341426/qT1VeQ>
"Well I can sing while you play or we can play together whichever you prefer"
Whiskey turns abruptly giving Roscoe likely little time to prepare and sets himself up to perform, all to ready to do such
Performance:20
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Roscoe digs out his mess kit and starts tapping out a rhythm using the knife, spoon, and plate...
Perform 21
Toblen listens to the performance, occasionally glancing to see how others in the inn are responding to it. There is more than a little interest and a few seem to move in time.
When the music is over he claps and holds his hand out to Whiskey again. "Very good. You won't have to wait for people to get drunk for them to appreciate you. Trust me, we've had a few of those. An hour after dusk is when the place starts filling up. I'll give you a meal and a room for tonight and you can keep any money you make."
He turns to Roscoe. "I hope you made sure the trouble stayed in Neverwinter. We have enough to worry about as it is."