Each of you recieved a letter from your old mentor, friend, and companion, Colonel Bartimaeus Maximar. In his letter he invited you to come to his cabin to celebrate his retirement. He informed you that he wishes to hear of your latest heroic feats, since he is planning on finding someone to carry Equalizer after his retirement. You all know that Equalizer is a powerful weapon (A +3 weapon that gives you advantage on all attacks - as long as you have less HP than your target.) Having been to the cabin multiple times, you all set off, eventually gathering together in the city of Waterdeep. You stay at the Yawning Portal, remembering your days down in the dungions when you were younger, and how you made some of your fortunes down there tweeking the Mad Mage's nose. Several of you discuss if it wouldn't be fun to delve down and see about making it all the way to the bottom this time, but are quickly brought tback to the matter at hand, and the trip to your old friend's cabin. It is a 2 week, over-land, trip to the cabin, unless you use some magical means of transportation.
Please introduce your characters, as you all gather in the common room of the Yawning Portal.
A short old halfling enters the Yawning Portal with a smile on his face. With a wave to his old friend Durnan and then a wink to Bonnie, Raist will order a round of drinks to be served and some refreshments for the group that should be arriving shortly. Then Raist will grab their usual table on the third floor and wait for the rest to join the fun. It will be good to see everyone again as it has been several years. The shock that Maxi is actually retiring still hasn't really sunk in yet, but I guess it happens to anyone eventually.
A handsome man wearing an expensive dublet over a silk tunic, with fur britches, and dragonscale boots, comes walking up to the table where the halfling sits. "You are looking good Raist." Vaden says as he takes a seat. Glancing over to the Well, he notices the haulers look to be at their ease, clearly no adventurers were heading down there anytime soon. When Bonnie brings Raist's drink, Vaden will order a glass of wine for himself.
A tall heavy-set half-orc will enter in wearing adamantine plate armor as well a several pouches on his belt, a satchel bag, and a strange quiver that seems empty but the others know he is able to pull the object he needs when he reaches for it and carrying his shield over his back at the moment. Older for a half-orc he's finished going bald since most of you last saw him, but is still standing tall and strong. When he enters, he'll give Bonnie a cautious look before going to the bar to get a drink straight from Durnan and joining the others, "Greetings everyone, I hope you've all been well."
"Thank you Valden, your not looking too bad yourself. Looks like you have continued to stay just one step ahead as always." Then noticing Sorumar enter the Inn, "And it appears it has grabbed hold of our friend there." Turning a wide grin onto Sorumar and laughing, "Greetings OLD friend, it appears life HAS caught up to you, though you are still breathing so I guess it resented catching up to you."
With loud and heavy footsteps, a 6ft 8inches tall, middle aged human in black plate armor walks up the stairs and waves to the group as he approaches them and takes a seat. He has a backpack on his back and a satchel on his waist. There is a sheathed long sword at his ornate belt. The buckle has a design of giant standing in front of a fire. Being a few years past 50, his pale face now has a few extra wrinkles and his short black hair has gained a noticeable receding hair-line. His short black beard has started to gain grey streaks. Sitting down, he says to the group, "Well met friends. It has been some time since we've been back here, yes? How have you all been?"
Six Coins enters the tavern walking towards where his friends usually drank. He was a tabaxi of roughly average height and weight with light brown fur the color of the desert sands. His green eyes flick around the room in interest. His feline, pierced ears do the same, taking in the sounds of the room. He walks up to the table making barely a sound. "Warm greetings my friends!" He says as he sits. "It has been many years." Six coins.has a finely crafted short bow on his back and is wearing well made leather armor. A gold ring glints on one of the fingers of his right hand.
Gandolf enters right behind Jown and says "I have been doing well, thanks for asking" A dwarf with red hair beyond his years and a huge smile walks in. "So yes, Jown, Raist, Vaden, Sarumar, Six Coins ..."he nods to each "It is great to see old friends again". Gandolf sports a beautiful white embroidered cloak over shiny armor.
A cloud of mist drifts up from the hole in middle of the room and coalesces into a.. being.
A deep raspy voice says, "Fellows" and the top part of the being nods vaguely to people around it.
It's Gilra. He's usually not so much seen as there are marks of his passage through some area, either the aforementioned mist or a cloud of spores or something similar. Nobody knows how old he is or what he's up to.
With a toothy grin Jown Sno watches Gilra materialize from a mist of spores. He orders an ale and says, "Well... that was quite the entrance. Happy to see you again."
Gilrasays, "I've been down under so long.. was there a crooked arctic pine near where the Colonel now lives? Looks like a corkscrew? If so, I can get everyone straight there viaTransport via Plants"
"Hey, I was thinking we could just planeshift..." Vaden speaks up. "No, don't give me that look... I wouldn't take you back to someplace we've already been. I was thinking a stop over in the Feywild, Limbo, or even Pandemonium might be interesting though..."
Subtle and silent, Qatyra whisks into the tavern, quickly spring her old friends. Always one of the last to arrive, the slender redheaded elf sports an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I always get so lost in human cities." She takes off her traveling cloak and sets it on the back of a chair, revealing a set of pristine leather armor, a gilded rapier, an ornate bow covered in an Elven inscription and her old elvish boots, worn slightly even given their magical nature.
Jown Sno looks at Vaden and says, "The Feywild, Limbo or Pandemonium? Not to be rude or insulting but none of those places seem particularly appealing to me. I would rather walk in all honesty."
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"Well, it is not like we would be staying, not more than a day anyway." Vaden says with a grin. "Think of how interesting one of them might be. I mean, I've heard stories, but wouldn't it be great to at least be able to say we've been there? Fortune favors the bold after all..." As he speaks he holds up a gold coin and flips it, without really appearing to think about what he is doing.
Flip: 1 heads 2 tails... 1
Catching the coin he glances at it... "Hmm... Maybe we'll just travel overland then... Or take our friend their's idea of the plant spell."
"The feywild could potentially get us there yesterday." Qatyra quips as she grabs a random bottle from under the bar and leaves a platinum in its place. She pops it open and sniffs the content, her face blanches a bit, but she shrugs and takes a swig before setting it on the table.
"I have a magic flying broom that can take me there in my sleep. I guess I'm not worried about the travel. Not in the mode for a week in the Feywild. I say we just start a trek and get there when we get there."
"Personally I'd prefer getting there on my own two feet, " Six Coins says ordering himself an ale, "I really don't.want to get accidentally stuck in another plane of existence. Not again anyway."
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Each of you recieved a letter from your old mentor, friend, and companion, Colonel Bartimaeus Maximar. In his letter he invited you to come to his cabin to celebrate his retirement. He informed you that he wishes to hear of your latest heroic feats, since he is planning on finding someone to carry Equalizer after his retirement. You all know that Equalizer is a powerful weapon (A +3 weapon that gives you advantage on all attacks - as long as you have less HP than your target.) Having been to the cabin multiple times, you all set off, eventually gathering together in the city of Waterdeep. You stay at the Yawning Portal, remembering your days down in the dungions when you were younger, and how you made some of your fortunes down there tweeking the Mad Mage's nose. Several of you discuss if it wouldn't be fun to delve down and see about making it all the way to the bottom this time, but are quickly brought tback to the matter at hand, and the trip to your old friend's cabin. It is a 2 week, over-land, trip to the cabin, unless you use some magical means of transportation.
Please introduce your characters, as you all gather in the common room of the Yawning Portal.
A short old halfling enters the Yawning Portal with a smile on his face. With a wave to his old friend Durnan and then a wink to Bonnie, Raist will order a round of drinks to be served and some refreshments for the group that should be arriving shortly. Then Raist will grab their usual table on the third floor and wait for the rest to join the fun. It will be good to see everyone again as it has been several years. The shock that Maxi is actually retiring still hasn't really sunk in yet, but I guess it happens to anyone eventually.
A handsome man wearing an expensive dublet over a silk tunic, with fur britches, and dragonscale boots, comes walking up to the table where the halfling sits. "You are looking good Raist." Vaden says as he takes a seat. Glancing over to the Well, he notices the haulers look to be at their ease, clearly no adventurers were heading down there anytime soon. When Bonnie brings Raist's drink, Vaden will order a glass of wine for himself.
A tall heavy-set half-orc will enter in wearing adamantine plate armor as well a several pouches on his belt, a satchel bag, and a strange quiver that seems empty but the others know he is able to pull the object he needs when he reaches for it and carrying his shield over his back at the moment. Older for a half-orc he's finished going bald since most of you last saw him, but is still standing tall and strong. When he enters, he'll give Bonnie a cautious look before going to the bar to get a drink straight from Durnan and joining the others, "Greetings everyone, I hope you've all been well."
"Thank you Valden, your not looking too bad yourself. Looks like you have continued to stay just one step ahead as always." Then noticing Sorumar enter the Inn, "And it appears it has grabbed hold of our friend there." Turning a wide grin onto Sorumar and laughing, "Greetings OLD friend, it appears life HAS caught up to you, though you are still breathing so I guess it resented catching up to you."
Sarumar will laugh, "Life always catches up eventually, but I'm still putting up the good fight."
With loud and heavy footsteps, a 6ft 8inches tall, middle aged human in black plate armor walks up the stairs and waves to the group as he approaches them and takes a seat. He has a backpack on his back and a satchel on his waist. There is a sheathed long sword at his ornate belt. The buckle has a design of giant standing in front of a fire. Being a few years past 50, his pale face now has a few extra wrinkles and his short black hair has gained a noticeable receding hair-line. His short black beard has started to gain grey streaks. Sitting down, he says to the group, "Well met friends. It has been some time since we've been back here, yes? How have you all been?"
Six Coins enters the tavern walking towards where his friends usually drank. He was a tabaxi of roughly average height and weight with light brown fur the color of the desert sands. His green eyes flick around the room in interest. His feline, pierced ears do the same, taking in the sounds of the room. He walks up to the table making barely a sound. "Warm greetings my friends!" He says as he sits. "It has been many years." Six coins.has a finely crafted short bow on his back and is wearing well made leather armor. A gold ring glints on one of the fingers of his right hand.
Gandolf enters right behind Jown and says "I have been doing well, thanks for asking" A dwarf with red hair beyond his years and a huge smile walks in. "So yes, Jown, Raist, Vaden, Sarumar, Six Coins ..." he nods to each "It is great to see old friends again". Gandolf sports a beautiful white embroidered cloak over shiny armor.
Lot's of stuff ...
"Seems like everyone has been doing pretty well for themselves." Vaden says, his eyes taking in the gear everyone is wearing.
A cloud of mist drifts up from the hole in middle of the room and coalesces into a.. being.
A deep raspy voice says, "Fellows" and the top part of the being nods vaguely to people around it.
It's Gilra. He's usually not so much seen as there are marks of his passage through some area, either the aforementioned mist or a cloud of spores or something similar. Nobody knows how old he is or what he's up to.
"Coffee please."
With a toothy grin Jown Sno watches Gilra materialize from a mist of spores. He orders an ale and says, "Well... that was quite the entrance. Happy to see you again."
Gilra says, "I've been down under so long.. was there a crooked arctic pine near where the Colonel now lives? Looks like a corkscrew? If so, I can get everyone straight there via Transport via Plants"
"Hey, I was thinking we could just planeshift..." Vaden speaks up. "No, don't give me that look... I wouldn't take you back to someplace we've already been. I was thinking a stop over in the Feywild, Limbo, or even Pandemonium might be interesting though..."
Subtle and silent, Qatyra whisks into the tavern, quickly spring her old friends. Always one of the last to arrive, the slender redheaded elf sports an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I always get so lost in human cities." She takes off her traveling cloak and sets it on the back of a chair, revealing a set of pristine leather armor, a gilded rapier, an ornate bow covered in an Elven inscription and her old elvish boots, worn slightly even given their magical nature.
Jown Sno looks at Vaden and says, "The Feywild, Limbo or Pandemonium? Not to be rude or insulting but none of those places seem particularly appealing to me. I would rather walk in all honesty."
"Well, it is not like we would be staying, not more than a day anyway." Vaden says with a grin. "Think of how interesting one of them might be. I mean, I've heard stories, but wouldn't it be great to at least be able to say we've been there? Fortune favors the bold after all..." As he speaks he holds up a gold coin and flips it, without really appearing to think about what he is doing.
Flip: 1 heads 2 tails... 1
Catching the coin he glances at it... "Hmm... Maybe we'll just travel overland then... Or take our friend their's idea of the plant spell."
"The feywild could potentially get us there yesterday." Qatyra quips as she grabs a random bottle from under the bar and leaves a platinum in its place. She pops it open and sniffs the content, her face blanches a bit, but she shrugs and takes a swig before setting it on the table.
"I have a magic flying broom that can take me there in my sleep. I guess I'm not worried about the travel. Not in the mode for a week in the Feywild. I say we just start a trek and get there when we get there."
Lot's of stuff ...
"Personally I'd prefer getting there on my own two feet, " Six Coins says ordering himself an ale, "I really don't.want to get accidentally stuck in another plane of existence. Not again anyway."