The thunderheads were there that morning when you set out for Phandalin, but Rastaris insisted you could make the town before the rain fell. None of you believed him, but he was the one carrying the scroll case worth fifty gold to each of you. You'd be paid that much just to bring the case and its contents to the gnomes of Gnomegarde, but you were told to stop at Phandalin first in order to get directions.
Rastaris may have been the only one among you who knew what the contents of the case were or understood its importance, but he was clearly a poor one to predict the weather. As most of you expected, the rain started falling before noon and refused to let up. You slogged through the storm, trying to reach Phandalin, but it soon became clear you would not reach the town before nightfall.
Resigning yourselves to a wet night under a tree, Lathalas called your attention to a stone building just off the road. A broken sign showing what appears to be winged antlers marks the building as an inn of sorts. With no other options for food and shelter before you, you make for the inn.
The interior of the inn is warm and cozy; there is a roaring fire in the fireplace, though you find yourselves avoiding pots and pans scattered around the floor to catch the rain dripping through holes in the ceiling.
A blond, middle-aged man stands behind the bar, polishing mugs. He has aristocratic features, but he wears the simple clothes and apron of a barkeep.
The only other person in the inn is an elf or half-elf bundled up in a corner of the room, a mage light hovering above him as he writes in a book. He notices your entrance but continues to write.
"Welcome, travelers, to the Peryton Inn," the innkeep says.
"It's not a night to be caught out in the woods, but I can provide you with ale and warm food if you wish it. It's not up to the quality we usually offer at the Peryton, but things are difficult right now and I hope for your forebearance."
The corners of the innkeep's lips droop slightly, but seeming to remember himself, his smile returns.
"So what will you have, friends, what will you have?"
Rastaris lets the warmth of the inn seep into his bones. While he was no stranger to discomfort, it was good to have found shelter from the rain.
He fixed his hair to make sure it covers the side with his missing eye. He found it better to hide this fact from most people since they tend to be feel uncomfortable seeing the empty socket. Rastaris felt that the use of an eyepatch was unnecessary.
He approaches the innkeeper. “Hail and Well Met! We’re travelers on our way to Phandalin. Do you have any rooms available for us? And is your kitchen still open. Some food and drink seem to be in order this wet and windy night.”
Rastaris turns to the elf. “Lathalas, we are not all accustomed to the outdoors such as you. And best enjoy the little luxuries life allows us. If this weather is any portent of things to come, I would like to remember a warm meal and good mead in the coming days.”
"Aye, friend elf," Mithrokk says to Lathalas, "there'll be no idle chatter from this dwarf on such a foul eve. I'll be thanking ye for sniffing out a warm hearth and a dry roof for us tonight."
Turning to the innkeeper, Mithrokk says, "A flagon or five for me wet bones, honourable innkeeper; I've a need to wet me insides as wet as me am on the outside."
And to the wizard, he says."Friend Rastaris, perhaps ye should make inquiries with regards to the gnomes whilst we dry our breeches."
Slim pickings tonight, she thought. Just a couple of wanna-be adventurers so full of zeal and untempered by the realities of blood and tears which are constant companions of long-time adventurers.
If that one-eyed wizard (I mean, how good are you if you are missing a body part) and wood elf (do they even use toilet paper) represent that party then it will be a lonely night for me.
Good thing I just had a tryst with that morally compromised Paladin. What was his name again... Mala-something? Oh well. His gold should last for awhile.
After a long draught of sweet mead, Mithrokk turns to the the female human and says, "'Tis not the size of the weapon but the fury of the onslaught! And I'll have ye know that dwarves can tunnel for weeks straight without coming up for air... But I don't quite fancy ye, lass. Let me know when ye grow a beard to tickle me fancies!"
OOC: Thanks, dude. I need to fix the lighting and camera angles, though.
For those of you new to D&D Beyond, make sure to equip the weapons in your character sheet. If an ogre suddenly bursts through the door of the inn (nah, not gonna happen, right?) you guys will be fighting it off with fist, foot and tooth.
The thunderheads were there that morning when you set out for Phandalin, but Rastaris insisted you could make the town before the rain fell. None of you believed him, but he was the one carrying the scroll case worth fifty gold to each of you. You'd be paid that much just to bring the case and its contents to the gnomes of Gnomegarde, but you were told to stop at Phandalin first in order to get directions.
Rastaris may have been the only one among you who knew what the contents of the case were or understood its importance, but he was clearly a poor one to predict the weather. As most of you expected, the rain started falling before noon and refused to let up. You slogged through the storm, trying to reach Phandalin, but it soon became clear you would not reach the town before nightfall.
Resigning yourselves to a wet night under a tree, Lathalas called your attention to a stone building just off the road. A broken sign showing what appears to be winged antlers marks the building as an inn of sorts. With no other options for food and shelter before you, you make for the inn.
The interior of the inn is warm and cozy; there is a roaring fire in the fireplace, though you find yourselves avoiding pots and pans scattered around the floor to catch the rain dripping through holes in the ceiling.
A blond, middle-aged man stands behind the bar, polishing mugs. He has aristocratic features, but he wears the simple clothes and apron of a barkeep.
The only other person in the inn is an elf or half-elf bundled up in a corner of the room, a mage light hovering above him as he writes in a book. He notices your entrance but continues to write.
The innkeep calls you over.
"Welcome, travelers, to the Peryton Inn," the innkeep says.
"It's not a night to be caught out in the woods, but I can provide you with ale and warm food if you wish it. It's not up to the quality we usually offer at the Peryton, but things are difficult right now and I hope for your forebearance."
The corners of the innkeep's lips droop slightly, but seeming to remember himself, his smile returns.
"So what will you have, friends, what will you have?"
Rastaris lets the warmth of the inn seep into his bones. While he was no stranger to discomfort, it was good to have found shelter from the rain.
He fixed his hair to make sure it covers the side with his missing eye. He found it better to hide this fact from most people since they tend to be feel uncomfortable seeing the empty socket. Rastaris felt that the use of an eyepatch was unnecessary.
He approaches the innkeeper. “Hail and Well Met! We’re travelers on our way to Phandalin. Do you have any rooms available for us? And is your kitchen still open. Some food and drink seem to be in order this wet and windy night.”
"Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on the roof, I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.”
Rastaris turns to the elf. “Lathalas, we are not all accustomed to the outdoors such as you. And best enjoy the little luxuries life allows us. If this weather is any portent of things to come, I would like to remember a warm meal and good mead in the coming days.”
Lathalas gives Rastaris a blank look. 😐
"Aye, friend elf," Mithrokk says to Lathalas, "there'll be no idle chatter from this dwarf on such a foul eve. I'll be thanking ye for sniffing out a warm hearth and a dry roof for us tonight."
Turning to the innkeeper, Mithrokk says, "A flagon or five for me wet bones, honourable innkeeper; I've a need to wet me insides as wet as me am on the outside."
And to the wizard, he says."Friend Rastaris, perhaps ye should make inquiries with regards to the gnomes whilst we dry our breeches."
Dillion sighed.
Slim pickings tonight, she thought. Just a couple of wanna-be adventurers so full of zeal and untempered by the realities of blood and tears which are constant companions of long-time adventurers.
If that one-eyed wizard (I mean, how good are you if you are missing a body part) and wood elf (do they even use toilet paper) represent that party then it will be a lonely night for me.
Good thing I just had a tryst with that morally compromised Paladin. What was his name again... Mala-something? Oh well. His gold should last for awhile.
“Let settle down first before anything else. We won’t be able to continue our journey until tomorrow. By then, I hope this rain would be gone”
Rastaris turns back to the innkeeper. “Whatever food you have to make us forget the cold outside. And some ale or mead.”
Dillion sighed a second time.
Oh great, a dwarf. You know what they say about dwarves - short arms, short legs and short.... tempers.
After a long draught of sweet mead, Mithrokk turns to the the female human and says, "'Tis not the size of the weapon but the fury of the onslaught! And I'll have ye know that dwarves can tunnel for weeks straight without coming up for air... But I don't quite fancy ye, lass. Let me know when ye grow a beard to tickle me fancies!"
Lathalas takes out a banana, slowly peels it open, raises it to his lips, and looks to see if he's caught anyone's eyes. 🍌👀
Wow. You guys have been busy. This is what I've been doing, which took way longer than expected:
https://youtu.be/pOwVxpJcGEE
(Check it out if you can. I'm not sure if I can post YouTube links on DnD Beyond, but if it works then maybe I can work out combat this way.
"Seat yourselves wherever you wish, masters," says the innkeeper. "I'll bring you ale and a warm stew soon enough."
"Boy," he shouts into the kitchen. "Warm the stew and draw ale from the barrel near the stairs."
He smiles obsequiously at Rastaris, Lathalas, Farnakees, and Mithrokk, but scowls at Dillion.
"No propositioning of guests here," he says stiffly. "This is an inn for families and travelers, not a bawdy house."
He disappears into the kitchen, then returns after several minutes with ale and stew for all of you.
"Yes, there are rooms available for your group," he tells Rastaris.
"We are currently ... unoccupied," he adds, his voice breaking slightly on the last word.
Frickin' awesome, Mike!
OOC: Thanks, dude. I need to fix the lighting and camera angles, though.
For those of you new to D&D Beyond, make sure to equip the weapons in your character sheet. If an ogre suddenly bursts through the door of the inn (nah, not gonna happen, right?) you guys will be fighting it off with fist, foot and tooth.
Can I join?
I will never get discord I play using play by post
Lathalas relishes a fight with fists, feet, and teeth.
OOC: Ooops. Sorry Gamerawesome. This was supposed to be on private setting. I'm running the game for a small group of friends.
Guys, does anyone know what happens if I switch it to private? Do I lose your posts?