Neverwinter, 7AM, the Second of Flamerule, 1486 DR, the Year of the Nether Mountain Scrolls:
The dwarf, Gundren Rockseeker, has asked you all to meet him in the back room of the River Stone Inn. A rowdy, busy, dwarven establishment located in the Blacklake District.
As you walk in, Gundren looks up from a conversation with an older, gray haired gentleman in plate mail. "Aye laddies and lasses! There you be! I'm glad you decided to take me up on my offer." Gundren gestures to the man beside him. "This here is Sildar Hallwinter, my right hand man for this trip."Sildar raises his hand, "Hello."
Gundren looks around at the assembled crew. "Take a drink of morning ale as you introduce yourselves to each other! Then we'll get down to brass tacks."
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An Elven figure effortlessly glides towards Gundren dressed in dark green, brown and deep red travelling clothes. The dark green cloak adorned with black flowery embroidery around the edges, the hood was drawn over the head shadowing the eyes. Against the white porcelain skin, a set of painted ruby lips show displeasure for the dwarf and the 'extra baggage' for this voyage out of Neverwinter. Gialine was hoping for very few witnesses to see her leave and knew that the ragtag group would cause complications further down the road.
She approached the table where Gundren and Sildar were and sat on the corner of the bench side-saddle and whispered to Gundren in a smooth, velvety voice, "You never mentioned there would be others travelling with us." Her eyes scanned the room to find the barmaid, signalled her over and spoke with authority, "Arabellan Dry."
Initiative Roll: 22
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A hulking green-skinned and yellow eyed lizardfolk moves to join them at their table. He wears a variety of bone ornamentation on his clothing and carries a simple shield and club, trusting his hardened scales to protect him better than armor. Passing through the inn, he hunches low, concerned about the low ceiling, and pauses periodically to look curiously at the various food and activities of the dwarves. Joining them at the table he finally speaks up, "This place is fascinating! So much food without hunting, and strange drinks and games! I can't wait to learn more of softskin activities. I will try this 'morning ale', is it different from other ales?" Drinking deeply he makes a face and pushes it away quickly, "I will not drink this, water please. Greetings Sildar Hallwinter, right hand of Gundren Rockseeker, I am Baeshra."
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Org
A 6'1, thick build Half Orc in simple traveling clothing is sitting at one of the tables near by. He drains his tankard, froth running down the right side of his mouth, bathing his green tinted skin in ale. He smiles a big toothy grin, his canine teeth showing a bit as he does.
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A tanned female dwarf with dark hair pushed the door to the backroom open and looked in, " I'm looking for me cousin, second cousin once removed actually? Ah, there he is, Gundren! Its been an age. Mother of Safety whispered me you'd be needing a hand."
She pulled back the hooded purple travelling cloak and brushed down the interlocked circle symbol that emblazoned the chest piece of her scale mail.
" Well, this is a right mess and a half, I take it yer not hitched yet? You won't find a nice dwarf lass, or lad, if yer spending all yer time hanging about with elves....and...., " she trailed off a little as she took in the half-orc and the reptilian. " .....others....".
She took in Sildars form, and a raised eyebrow regarded Gudren, " Unless....I mean...some do like 'em tall....".
" Bah! Lyngheid Rockbreaker, Faenor of The Revered Mother, at your service. You need a house put right, a marriage done right or someone just needs a good kick in the pants and I'm your dwarf."
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A short figure trying to be stealthy but unaccustomed to the weight of her chain mail and shield sidles through the throng, muttering quiet apologies for trodden toes and jostled drinks. Quietly sliding into a seat opposite Gundren, she pulls her dark blue hood back, revealing a young, fair skinned dwarf with strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that struggle to leave the table.
"Hullo, Uncle Gundren. It's been a long time. Your nephew, Orsik, sends his regards, and wants me to tell you that I'm at your service until you deem my debt repaid." She looks around at the others gathered, and you can see her pride well up behind her eyes. She puffs her chest up a little, trying to recover from her humiliating entry, and introduces herself. "I'm Helgrid Dumathakoin, knight of Clan Dumathakoin, Defenders of the Reach, Protectors of the Cloister, and Servants of Moradin, blessed be his hammer. It is with honor and respect I greet you all." Helgrid's last sentence comes off a little rehearsed, as though she's recited the line over and over during whatever training she's recently completed. Her weapons and armor, to the trained eye, look brand new and untested.
Shifting in her seat and nodding as the others introduce themselves, she flags down a barmaid and asks quietly for a flagon of water, and looks around to see what kind of food is available.
She approached the table where Gundren and Sildar were and sat on the corner of the bench side-saddle and whispered to Gundren in a smooth, velvety voice, "You never mentioned there would be others travelling with us."
A tanned female dwarf with dark hair pushed the door to the backroom open and looked in, " I'm looking for me cousin, second cousin once removed actually? Ah, there he is, Gundren! Its been an age. Mother of Safety whispered me you'd be needing a hand."
" Well, this is a right mess and a half, I take it yer not hitched yet? You won't find a nice dwarf lass, or lad, if yer spending all yer time hanging about with elves....and...., " she trailed off a little as she took in the half-orc and the reptilian. " .....others....".
"Cousin! Good to see you Lyngheid, thank you for coming to town so quickly. We've got a right fine deal for you, we do indeed. Hitched? No time for the lasses!"
"Hullo, Uncle Gundren. It's been a long time. Your nephew, Orsik, sends his regards, and wants me to tell you that I'm at your service until you deem my debt repaid."
"There you are Helgrid, hullo! Oh good, you tell Orsik that he should have joined us next time you see him."
As Helgrid made introductions Lyngheid remarked to herself, " Barely out of nappies.....still, a servant of the Mothers husband is nothing to sneeze at."
" " Dumathakoin...Orsik....must be the other side of the family....", she mumbled to herself.
She lifted a mug of the 'morning ale' and listened to Gundren speak.
A tall pale woman with long black hair and green eyes walks up to the table. "Hello. Gundren, I presume? I am Elia. My friend told me to meet you here, that you needed people for something." She wears mostly black, including leather armor, with hints of lavender and pale pink peeking through in areas. She also wears an amulet with a raven on it, and has a mace strapped to her side. "What do you need with us?"
Gesturing for the barmaid to place the wine in front of her, Gialine's distrust for dwarves grew even stronger with the news of their travel plans being changed on the whim. Small beady-eyed and stinking of, Gialine sniffs discreetly, damp, sawdust and three-day-old ale encrusted in beard hair. Gialine vomits a little in her mouth as she reaches for her glass of wine and brings it to her lips still surveying the room for potential spies.
"Mae govanthen, my name is Trys", a line Gialine practised so many times in front of the mirror. As she watched as one by one the mixture of races coming through into the back room, she couldn't help think that this whole endeavour was one of those crude human jokes, how did it go? A human, a dwarf and a tiefling walk into a bar, the dwarf walks under it. Remembering the joke, she smiled to herself and took another sip.
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A half orc walks in, moving easily through the common room in spite of his size, 5'9, and 15 odd stone weight, but who's counting? He is wearing new leathers, woodland green and brown.
"Ale." To the maid.
"allo, Gundren. 'ope I'm not too late? I am Tillden Hammer."to everyone else, as he plops himself down next to Org.
Org's eyes flair open in amazement....another Half Orc!
The excitement can be seen in his eyes and heard in his voice as he addresses Tillden Hammer: "I am Org and I have never seen another Half Orc in my life! he exclaims.
Baeshra smiles happily, listening to all these strange people talk, its just so exciting to meet them and learn new things! “So Gundren, where are we going?”
Gundren nods as Tillden introduces himself, then the burly dwarf stands up. "Aye, alright now, glad you all could make it. Onto business! I've asked you all here today because..."
Gundren is interrupted as the barmaid brings in trays of croissants, bacon, cheese and fruit danishes.
"Oh good! Eat up, you are going to need it." Gundren continues: "My brothers and I have found something. Something big! What I need from you is to escort a wagon of supplies down to Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin."
"I'll pay you each 5 gold now, and then 5 gold when you get to Phandalin with my wagon. Sildar and I are heading out now to take care of some business. The wagon will be ready this afternoon. It is at Ecobann's Sundries, and he knows to expect the ragtag lot of you. I'll also have rations and water on the wagon for your trip."
"Oh! And I told Ecobann to not overcharge you too much if you plan to get any supplies for your trip from him."
Gundren wipes blueberry jelly from his mustache and looks around at the gathered crew. "Any questions?"
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Neverwinter, 7AM, the Second of Flamerule, 1486 DR, the Year of the Nether Mountain Scrolls:
The dwarf, Gundren Rockseeker, has asked you all to meet him in the back room of the River Stone Inn. A rowdy, busy, dwarven establishment located in the Blacklake District.
As you walk in, Gundren looks up from a conversation with an older, gray haired gentleman in plate mail. "Aye laddies and lasses! There you be! I'm glad you decided to take me up on my offer." Gundren gestures to the man beside him. "This here is Sildar Hallwinter, my right hand man for this trip." Sildar raises his hand, "Hello."
Gundren looks around at the assembled crew. "Take a drink of morning ale as you introduce yourselves to each other! Then we'll get down to brass tacks."
OOC:
Introduce and describe your characters. Add an initiative roll to your first post.
Gundren:
An Elven figure effortlessly glides towards Gundren dressed in dark green, brown and deep red travelling clothes. The dark green cloak adorned with black flowery embroidery around the edges, the hood was drawn over the head shadowing the eyes. Against the white porcelain skin, a set of painted ruby lips show displeasure for the dwarf and the 'extra baggage' for this voyage out of Neverwinter. Gialine was hoping for very few witnesses to see her leave and knew that the ragtag group would cause complications further down the road.
She approached the table where Gundren and Sildar were and sat on the corner of the bench side-saddle and whispered to Gundren in a smooth, velvety voice, "You never mentioned there would be others travelling with us." Her eyes scanned the room to find the barmaid, signalled her over and spoke with authority, "Arabellan Dry."
Initiative Roll: 22
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A hulking green-skinned and yellow eyed lizardfolk moves to join them at their table. He wears a variety of bone ornamentation on his clothing and carries a simple shield and club, trusting his hardened scales to protect him better than armor. Passing through the inn, he hunches low, concerned about the low ceiling, and pauses periodically to look curiously at the various food and activities of the dwarves. Joining them at the table he finally speaks up, "This place is fascinating! So much food without hunting, and strange drinks and games! I can't wait to learn more of softskin activities. I will try this 'morning ale', is it different from other ales?" Drinking deeply he makes a face and pushes it away quickly, "I will not drink this, water please. Greetings Sildar Hallwinter, right hand of Gundren Rockseeker, I am Baeshra."
Initiative: 13
Org
A 6'1, thick build Half Orc in simple traveling clothing is sitting at one of the tables near by. He drains his tankard, froth running down the right side of his mouth, bathing his green tinted skin in ale. He smiles a big toothy grin, his canine teeth showing a bit as he does.
"I am Org." he says with a grin.
Initiative: 5
A tanned female dwarf with dark hair pushed the door to the backroom open and looked in, " I'm looking for me cousin, second cousin once removed actually? Ah, there he is, Gundren! Its been an age. Mother of Safety whispered me you'd be needing a hand."
She pulled back the hooded purple travelling cloak and brushed down the interlocked circle symbol that emblazoned the chest piece of her scale mail.
" Well, this is a right mess and a half, I take it yer not hitched yet? You won't find a nice dwarf lass, or lad, if yer spending all yer time hanging about with elves....and...., " she trailed off a little as she took in the half-orc and the reptilian. " .....others....".
She took in Sildars form, and a raised eyebrow regarded Gudren, " Unless....I mean...some do like 'em tall....".
" Bah! Lyngheid Rockbreaker, Faenor of The Revered Mother, at your service. You need a house put right, a marriage done right or someone just needs a good kick in the pants and I'm your dwarf."
" You! Orc! What you drinking?"
Initiative: 3
Org
Org gets a confused look on his face after Lyngheid Rockbreaker introduction.
"How can you kick people in the pants with such short legs?" he asks curiously.
His eyes open wide and it seems understanding crosses his face:
"Oh, you kick little people in the pants!" he says with much enthusiasm. "Org understand now." saying this with a big toothy grin.
A short figure trying to be stealthy but unaccustomed to the weight of her chain mail and shield sidles through the throng, muttering quiet apologies for trodden toes and jostled drinks. Quietly sliding into a seat opposite Gundren, she pulls her dark blue hood back, revealing a young, fair skinned dwarf with strawberry blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that struggle to leave the table.
"Hullo, Uncle Gundren. It's been a long time. Your nephew, Orsik, sends his regards, and wants me to tell you that I'm at your service until you deem my debt repaid." She looks around at the others gathered, and you can see her pride well up behind her eyes. She puffs her chest up a little, trying to recover from her humiliating entry, and introduces herself. "I'm Helgrid Dumathakoin, knight of Clan Dumathakoin, Defenders of the Reach, Protectors of the Cloister, and Servants of Moradin, blessed be his hammer. It is with honor and respect I greet you all." Helgrid's last sentence comes off a little rehearsed, as though she's recited the line over and over during whatever training she's recently completed. Her weapons and armor, to the trained eye, look brand new and untested.
Shifting in her seat and nodding as the others introduce themselves, she flags down a barmaid and asks quietly for a flagon of water, and looks around to see what kind of food is available.
Initiative Roll: 19
" Aye, and you can kick the tall ones.", she grinned.
" So...what you drinking? Oh, if the folks back home could see me....drinking with an orc. Mothers Mercy, they'd be suprised."
Gundren whispers back: "Us? No, you. Don't worry, I'll explain shortly, lass."
Sildar nods, "Pleasure." he grunts.
"Cousin! Good to see you Lyngheid, thank you for coming to town so quickly. We've got a right fine deal for you, we do indeed. Hitched? No time for the lasses!"
"There you are Helgrid, hullo! Oh good, you tell Orsik that he should have joined us next time you see him."
As Helgrid made introductions Lyngheid remarked to herself, " Barely out of nappies.....still, a servant of the Mothers husband is nothing to sneeze at."
" " Dumathakoin...Orsik....must be the other side of the family....", she mumbled to herself.
She lifted a mug of the 'morning ale' and listened to Gundren speak.
A tall pale woman with long black hair and green eyes walks up to the table. "Hello. Gundren, I presume? I am Elia. My friend told me to meet you here, that you needed people for something."
She wears mostly black, including leather armor, with hints of lavender and pale pink peeking through in areas. She also wears an amulet with a raven on it, and has a mace strapped to her side.
"What do you need with us?"
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Gesturing for the barmaid to place the wine in front of her, Gialine's distrust for dwarves grew even stronger with the news of their travel plans being changed on the whim. Small beady-eyed and stinking of, Gialine sniffs discreetly, damp, sawdust and three-day-old ale encrusted in beard hair. Gialine vomits a little in her mouth as she reaches for her glass of wine and brings it to her lips still surveying the room for potential spies.
"Mae govanthen, my name is Trys", a line Gialine practised so many times in front of the mirror. As she watched as one by one the mixture of races coming through into the back room, she couldn't help think that this whole endeavour was one of those crude human jokes, how did it go? A human, a dwarf and a tiefling walk into a bar, the dwarf walks under it. Remembering the joke, she smiled to herself and took another sip.
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A half orc walks in, moving easily through the common room in spite of his size, 5'9, and 15 odd stone weight, but who's counting? He is wearing new leathers, woodland green and brown.
"Ale." To the maid.
"allo, Gundren. 'ope I'm not too late? I am Tillden Hammer." to everyone else, as he plops himself down next to Org.
initiative 6
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Org's eyes flair open in amazement....another Half Orc!
The excitement can be seen in his eyes and heard in his voice as he addresses Tillden Hammer: "I am Org and I have never seen another Half Orc in my life! he exclaims.
"Were you raised on a farm too?" he asks.
Baeshra smiles happily, listening to all these strange people talk, its just so exciting to meet them and learn new things! “So Gundren, where are we going?”
Gundren nods as Tillden introduces himself, then the burly dwarf stands up. "Aye, alright now, glad you all could make it. Onto business! I've asked you all here today because..."
Gundren is interrupted as the barmaid brings in trays of croissants, bacon, cheese and fruit danishes.
"Oh good! Eat up, you are going to need it." Gundren continues: "My brothers and I have found something. Something big! What I need from you is to escort a wagon of supplies down to Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin."
"I'll pay you each 5 gold now, and then 5 gold when you get to Phandalin with my wagon. Sildar and I are heading out now to take care of some business. The wagon will be ready this afternoon. It is at Ecobann's Sundries, and he knows to expect the ragtag lot of you. I'll also have rations and water on the wagon for your trip."
"Oh! And I told Ecobann to not overcharge you too much if you plan to get any supplies for your trip from him."
Gundren wipes blueberry jelly from his mustache and looks around at the gathered crew. "Any questions?"