When Khrook tells Xarprax he doesn't spell well, the dragonborn bursts into a loud guffaw as if it was the funniest thing he'd heard all day. And when the goliath motions toward Krumdak, Xarprax repeats questioningly, "Robesy?", and then, "Scale ... coats?" He watches with the same inquisitive look as the Khrook closes up shop and walks away. However, when Khurah invites him for a drink, a huge toothy grin warms his dragon's face. "Drinks! Of course, Robesy!" Inexplicably, he sticks his arm through her elbow and latches on in a very chummy gesture, pulling her along in the same direction Khrook went. "Drinks for everyone!" He leans into the half-orc, chuckling. "I hope you're paying 'cause my purse is broke!"
She holds up a finger with her free hand. "One. I'll buy you one, and then you're on your own." She calls back over her shoulder to Krumdak. "Of course! You're welcome, too, metal man. You too, Verrynia." And off she saunters in search of a bar.
She holds up a finger with her free hand. "One. I'll buy you one, and then you're on your own." She calls back over her shoulder to Krumdak. "Of course! You're welcome, too, metal man. You too, Verrynia." And off she saunters in search of a bar.
“I will accompany you. If only to see the state of this culture.” The voice rings heavy and metallic from inside the suit as he begins walking alongside you all. Despite what some people may say, he’s totally tied for tallest in the group *squints at Moa* haha
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
And so it begins, a band of people from different parts of life and the continent, gathered by the same need to find something new for themselves. All headed for a drink. Fitting.
You head down the pier, torches are found every 40 ft or so until you reach land. The water glitters in the flickering firelight and the most perceptive of you even swear you can spot ivory white crabs walking along the bottom now and then. Then you reach the end of the pier, and the town that follows.
The haphazard streets are covered with chunks of rubble and rock. The air is filled with the smell of brine and the only sound to be heard is the waves crashing against the rocky shore, the faint laughter and hollering of a party and a very audible squaking of rats. As you turn a corner around the corner of an improvised watchtower built on top of a ruined building onto a small clearing among crumbling ruins that functions as a town square you see the source of the sound. Directly to the right of you, leaned up against the building is the carcass of a large whale. The skeleton is being picked clean by what you gather to be around 30 or 40 rats, but as soon as they spot you they scatter into the dark cracks and hollows beneath the rubble.
The square itself is completely, except for nine fires lit in a circle in the middle of the open area. Along the edges of the square you see a couple of storefronts, all closed, locked and barred. The only place that seems open is an establishment to your right. Outside of it are lit sconces and laughter can be heard from within. On the roof of the wooden building you see a large ball of rope, maybe 6 ft in diameter. Khrook, however, is nowhere to be seen. He probably walked a little faster than you.
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Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of Guilds
The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
"What is that?" Xarprax asks, eyeing the whale husk. "Some kinda big fish bones?" He laughs. "Maybe that's what's for dinner. Come on, Robesys!" he calls, marching into the open establishment. Two feet in, he stops, puts his hands on his hips, screws up his face to look "mean" and calls, "I'm looking for an elf what calls himself Phaendar Yinqen! Who's seen him?"
Gunnar stomps behind Mr. X and observes the room, then Mr. X. He turns to the rest of the group, “I have only just met this man, and I believe that my patience has already worn thin.”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Verrynia rolls her eyes as she pushes past the two large fire hazards in the doorway and heads straight to the bar. She orders an ale, pauses, then makes it two.
Krumdak walks up next to Xarprax, " I'm also looking for someone, her name is Yelda Evenwood... anybody know her?" He then starts to walk over to the bar, getting the same as Verrynia.
Before he walks over to the bar, Krumdak's shoulders are wrapped in Xarprax's big arm. The dragonborn smiles over at the goliath. "You're in luck, Robesy! I am a schooled bounty hunter. I can help you find your mark as well." Xarprax drops his arm and walks over to the bar with Krumdak. "What did she do? Steal something? Kill somebody? Evade taxes?"
"She didn`t do anything wrong...at least as far as I know", Krumdak answers. "She kinda stole my heart", he continues uncertainly, a bit of sadness creeping into his voice. "You see... I saved her life once and she gave me this stone", he points to his necklace. "But before I could do anything else she was gone!", he says and stares sadly into his cup. "So now I`ve come here because I`ve heard rumors she was here".
The tavern you eneterhis half full with a noticable split between "locals" and miners with each respective group sitting around a handful of round tables on the right and the left of the room. In the middle, straight ahead from where you enter the establishment it a bar with stools. Above the bar hangs close to a hundred balls of yarn in varying shades of grey, silver and white. The bar is worked by what looks like three dwarves, all with thick black beards or moustaches and dark skin. As the lot of you barge into the tavern two of them get ready to serve you while the third jumps over a counter into the small kitchen behind the bar.
The crowd in the bar looks at Xarprax merely acknowledging his presence before heading back to their own conversations, but one of the dwarves at the bar waves you "So you are lookin' for an elf, eh? Never heard of him, but i might have seen him. Tell me what he looks like while I fix you a drink, what are we having today?" He smacks his hands together and rubs them, looking expectantly at you.
He then turns to Krumdak. "Looking for a Yelda Evenwood? You mean Yellin' Yelda? Yeeah, she's been a regular to the Silver Yarn since she came here I think. But, you're out of luck then, I'm afraid. I heard that broad was sent north with the last sleetbreacher ship."
Meanwhile, the second dwarf is serving Gunnar and Verrynia. "Ale, huh? I'll fix it in a jiffy as soon as I know what you're having. Dark, light or Pexian?" The dwarfs tone changes and he bobs his eyebrows when he mentions the word Pexian. It's either personal bias and preferance or he is trying something new. Anyway, it seems like he really wants you to buy the Pexian ale.
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Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of Guilds
The Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & Ruffians Eira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors Expanded
Roland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
If it'll make me forget I'm here, Pexian. I believe "Green" offered a round.
Verrynia waves a hand in the general direction of Khurah as she lets her head fall to the counter. After a groan from the impact, she starts muttering to herself in another language.
Quote from Kweinir>> Meanwhile, the second dwarf is serving Gunnar and Verrynia. "Ale, huh? I'll fix it in a jiffy as soon as I know what you're having. Dark, light or Pexian?" The dwarfs tone changes and he bobs his eyebrows when he mentions the word Pexian. It's either personal bias and preferance or he is trying something new. Anyway, it seems like he really wants you to buy the Pexian ale.
“I will take dark.”
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DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms- The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon- Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland -Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF!- Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
The dwarf grins with glee. "Hehehe, missy. Good ol' Pexian Tar Ale will make you forget tomorrow if you want." He bends down under the counter and your hear the familiar sound of someone turning a tap. He peeks up over the counter and gives you a wink before putting two glass tankards in front of you. The tankards are filled to the brim with a dark almost black liquid. Oil slick colored foam from the ale sticks about 2 inches up from the tankard and new bubbles appear and pop every 5 seconds or so. It's.. a little intimdating. "Bottoms up!" The dwarf says and taps the counter 3 times.
"That'll be 1 dew for both of them tankards there."
Krumdak looks down at his feet and seems a little sad but perks up at the mentioning of drinks. "Can I join?", he asks.
When Khrook tells Xarprax he doesn't spell well, the dragonborn bursts into a loud guffaw as if it was the funniest thing he'd heard all day. And when the goliath motions toward Krumdak, Xarprax repeats questioningly, "Robesy?", and then, "Scale ... coats?" He watches with the same inquisitive look as the Khrook closes up shop and walks away. However, when Khurah invites him for a drink, a huge toothy grin warms his dragon's face. "Drinks! Of course, Robesy!" Inexplicably, he sticks his arm through her elbow and latches on in a very chummy gesture, pulling her along in the same direction Khrook went. "Drinks for everyone!" He leans into the half-orc, chuckling. "I hope you're paying 'cause my purse is broke!"
She holds up a finger with her free hand. "One. I'll buy you one, and then you're on your own." She calls back over her shoulder to Krumdak. "Of course! You're welcome, too, metal man. You too, Verrynia." And off she saunters in search of a bar.
Imani Jones - Lv 11 Warlock of The Living City - Variant Human| Fate/False Revelation
Wick Stumbleduck - Lv 4 Lore Bard - Forest Gnome | Elustran Days
Khurah - Lv 3 Star Druid - Half-orc | Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians
Dale Swanson - User of the Sound of Silence Stand - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Sunset Investigations
Ayaci Vikerfjell - Lv 8 Rune Knight | Variant Human | Storm King's Thunder
Krumdak smiles and follow along. Talking to himself along the way, "guess I`m Robesy now.."
“I will accompany you. If only to see the state of this culture.” The voice rings heavy and metallic from inside the suit as he begins walking alongside you all. Despite what some people may say, he’s totally tied for tallest in the group *squints at Moa* haha
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
It takes a moment before Verrynia reacts to the spectacle she just witnessed, but after a second she follows along.
Whenever you make port, you either get a drink or a burial.
Within a couple minutes, Verrynia is wearing small silver earrings, a few simple rings, and beads on her horns.
And so it begins, a band of people from different parts of life and the continent, gathered by the same need to find something new for themselves. All headed for a drink. Fitting.
You head down the pier, torches are found every 40 ft or so until you reach land. The water glitters in the flickering firelight and the most perceptive of you even swear you can spot ivory white crabs walking along the bottom now and then. Then you reach the end of the pier, and the town that follows.
The haphazard streets are covered with chunks of rubble and rock. The air is filled with the smell of brine and the only sound to be heard is the waves crashing against the rocky shore, the faint laughter and hollering of a party and a very audible squaking of rats. As you turn a corner around the corner of an improvised watchtower built on top of a ruined building onto a small clearing among crumbling ruins that functions as a town square you see the source of the sound. Directly to the right of you, leaned up against the building is the carcass of a large whale. The skeleton is being picked clean by what you gather to be around 30 or 40 rats, but as soon as they spot you they scatter into the dark cracks and hollows beneath the rubble.
The square itself is completely, except for nine fires lit in a circle in the middle of the open area. Along the edges of the square you see a couple of storefronts, all closed, locked and barred. The only place that seems open is an establishment to your right. Outside of it are lit sconces and laughter can be heard from within. On the roof of the wooden building you see a large ball of rope, maybe 6 ft in diameter. Khrook, however, is nowhere to be seen. He probably walked a little faster than you.
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
"What is that?" Xarprax asks, eyeing the whale husk. "Some kinda big fish bones?" He laughs. "Maybe that's what's for dinner. Come on, Robesys!" he calls, marching into the open establishment. Two feet in, he stops, puts his hands on his hips, screws up his face to look "mean" and calls, "I'm looking for an elf what calls himself Phaendar Yinqen! Who's seen him?"
Gunnar stomps behind Mr. X and observes the room, then Mr. X. He turns to the rest of the group, “I have only just met this man, and I believe that my patience has already worn thin.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
I'm too sober for this.
Verrynia rolls her eyes as she pushes past the two large fire hazards in the doorway and heads straight to the bar. She orders an ale, pauses, then makes it two.
Krumdak walks up next to Xarprax, " I'm also looking for someone, her name is Yelda Evenwood... anybody know her?" He then starts to walk over to the bar, getting the same as Verrynia.
A faint whisper emanates from the armor, “There is two of them...”
Gunnar then trudges over and sits next to the tiefling. Well, not next to her, there’s a stool in between them.
”I will take two as well.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
Before he walks over to the bar, Krumdak's shoulders are wrapped in Xarprax's big arm. The dragonborn smiles over at the goliath. "You're in luck, Robesy! I am a schooled bounty hunter. I can help you find your mark as well." Xarprax drops his arm and walks over to the bar with Krumdak. "What did she do? Steal something? Kill somebody? Evade taxes?"
"She didn`t do anything wrong...at least as far as I know", Krumdak answers. "She kinda stole my heart", he continues uncertainly, a bit of sadness creeping into his voice. "You see... I saved her life once and she gave me this stone", he points to his necklace. "But before I could do anything else she was gone!", he says and stares sadly into his cup. "So now I`ve come here because I`ve heard rumors she was here".
Khurah raises a finger to summon the barkeep. She calls over to Xarprax to ask what he wants, then awaits the appearance of an NPC.
Imani Jones - Lv 11 Warlock of The Living City - Variant Human| Fate/False Revelation
Wick Stumbleduck - Lv 4 Lore Bard - Forest Gnome | Elustran Days
Khurah - Lv 3 Star Druid - Half-orc | Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians
Dale Swanson - User of the Sound of Silence Stand - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Sunset Investigations
Ayaci Vikerfjell - Lv 8 Rune Knight | Variant Human | Storm King's Thunder
The tavern you eneterhis half full with a noticable split between "locals" and miners with each respective group sitting around a handful of round tables on the right and the left of the room. In the middle, straight ahead from where you enter the establishment it a bar with stools. Above the bar hangs close to a hundred balls of yarn in varying shades of grey, silver and white. The bar is worked by what looks like three dwarves, all with thick black beards or moustaches and dark skin. As the lot of you barge into the tavern two of them get ready to serve you while the third jumps over a counter into the small kitchen behind the bar.
The crowd in the bar looks at Xarprax merely acknowledging his presence before heading back to their own conversations, but one of the dwarves at the bar waves you "So you are lookin' for an elf, eh? Never heard of him, but i might have seen him. Tell me what he looks like while I fix you a drink, what are we having today?" He smacks his hands together and rubs them, looking expectantly at you.
He then turns to Krumdak. "Looking for a Yelda Evenwood? You mean Yellin' Yelda? Yeeah, she's been a regular to the Silver Yarn since she came here I think. But, you're out of luck then, I'm afraid. I heard that broad was sent north with the last sleetbreacher ship."
Meanwhile, the second dwarf is serving Gunnar and Verrynia. "Ale, huh? I'll fix it in a jiffy as soon as I know what you're having. Dark, light or Pexian?" The dwarfs tone changes and he bobs his eyebrows when he mentions the word Pexian. It's either personal bias and preferance or he is trying something new. Anyway, it seems like he really wants you to buy the Pexian ale.
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
The second dwarf then turns to Khurah and asks her the same question. "How about you? What're you drinking this fine evening?"
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure
If it'll make me forget I'm here, Pexian. I believe "Green" offered a round.
Verrynia waves a hand in the general direction of Khurah as she lets her head fall to the counter. After a groan from the impact, she starts muttering to herself in another language.
“I will take dark.”
DM - Elustran Days ~ Fate/False Revelation
Rex'aliha - Hoard of the Dragon Queen ~ Mozu of Worms - The Stormpoint Mountains ~ Muireach Maon - Shepherd’s Crossing ~ Crownsguard - Storm King’s Thunder ~ Gunnar Wayland - Boats, Rocks, and Ruffians ~ POUF! - Ex-Ravens ~ Pascal LaRoux - Long Road Dragon Heist
The dwarf grins with glee. "Hehehe, missy. Good ol' Pexian Tar Ale will make you forget tomorrow if you want." He bends down under the counter and your hear the familiar sound of someone turning a tap. He peeks up over the counter and gives you a wink before putting two glass tankards in front of you. The tankards are filled to the brim with a dark almost black liquid. Oil slick colored foam from the ale sticks about 2 inches up from the tankard and new bubbles appear and pop every 5 seconds or so. It's.. a little intimdating. "Bottoms up!" The dwarf says and taps the counter 3 times.
"That'll be 1 dew for both of them tankards there."
Blixanix Glitterpain, Goblin Bard - In campaign: Ravnica, City of GuildsThe Soggiest DM - In campaign: Boats, Rocks & RuffiansEira Whitefeather, Human Sorcerer/Warlock - In campaign: Death Inspectors ExpandedRoland "THUNDER HIPPO" Wolfscribe, Human Bloodhunter - In campaign: Core City: A Play-by-post Adventure