You have traveled to the small town of Silverspan, half-a-day's travel to Greenest. Your superiors in the Harpers have heard rumors of villages in this area being raided and have sent you five to investigate. Each of you have traveled hard to get here this quickly, and have just had a peaceful night's rest in the Singing Lark inn and tavern.
Each of you knows who you are suppose to meet here, and this tavern is where your superiors told you to meet the others of your band. You know each other by reputation if nothing else, but have not worked with each other much prior to this. (You can decide what extent you have worked together with individuals of the group if you wish, but I am not going to assume that anyone has done any extensive work together unless you wish it to be that way.)
Having arrived here, and had a peaceful night, you come down to the tavern's common area this morning. Please introduce your characters.
Germain Greyfollower is a tall, slightly built human man with a shaven bald head showing uthgardt tribal tattoos which stand out against his pale skin and match his dark eyes. He wears simple, unremarkable clothing with no apparent armor and carries a well-laden pack, he appears unarmed except for the two daggers next to the pouches on his belt. Though he looks like nothing more than a simple traveling peasant, if you ignore the tattoos, the evaluating look in his eyes every time he meets someone new can be a little disturbing. As they travel along, he quietly reads a book of poetry he'd picked up in the last town to the rust colored pseudodragon that perches lazily on his shoulders.
(Considering our PM conversation, I assumed we were together for a couple of days at least, but as you wish)
There is nothing unremarkable about Taviel - bright red hair, sparkly golden eyes, brightly coloured (shades of red mostly) clothes, and a far from inconspicuous pet. Her fiery temperament is no less known (she is more used to talking first, thinking later and easily annoyed). Probably not the ideal spy, some would think, but the one who attracts a lot of attention is rarely suspected of conspiracy, so she manages, and Harpers find her useful, despite all the flaws, coming with youth and traditional sorcerer's arrogance. She travels on a well bred horse with a servant following on a no less noble looking mule.
The possibility to travel the world a bit, excited her enough to be in a good mood and mostly friendly. So far even taverns on the way did not truly come on her nerves and she is curious both about her companions and the investigation ahead.
Toc is a sun elf with glorious golden skin and long white hair tied back in a ponytail. Strong, quick, and smart, Toc was a patient and measured individual. He wore tight knee length breeches and a billowing flowing silk shirt unbuttoned nearly to his navel, his bare chest smooth and tanned. Like Germain he didn't seem to wear any armor. He had two short finely made elven blades strapped to his back as well as a longbow over his back. He moved with the light step and grace of a dancer and spoke with the confidence of a leader. And he was clearly travelled. His belongs, his clothes, even his belt, each one seemed finely made and from some other land.
Having met up with Germain on the way here, he simply nods to him and sits down. "I hope you rested well Germain. We made good time getting here." He raises a hand to summon the server, "A hearty breakfast please. Enough for seven. Preferably some cheese, scrambled eggs, and a loaf of bread. Sour dough if you have it." At her blank look he shrugs, "Or whatever type of bread you may have. Oh, and juice please...if you have it." A gold coin slips from his belt and he hands it over. He smiles at Germain, "Naroth strike me as the type of person who could eat two helpings."
He smiles a warm smile to Taviel. "It is pleasant to meet you. You both have such unique pets. And Taviel, you brought a servant? Do they have a name?"
He leans back, a considerate look on his face, and glances around the room at the other patrons.
The Tavern door bangs open as a behemoth of a person ducks into the door, completely obscured by a traveling cloak. He stamps his feet and then ruffles his cloak, dust falling to the floor as he removes the hood. The grey skinned bald head of the goliath named Naroth glistened in the firelight of the inn as he smiles and walks over to the table. Half way there he see the server bringing food to the table and intercepts him and grabs the tray laden with food. He leans down and whispers in his hear and hands him a GP. Then proceeds to the table, adjusting the two greatswords criss-crossed on his back and then surprisingly, very gently seats himself, placing the tray in front of him. "Friends, server will bring your food soon." Then smiles at the three of them.
Toc grins, "It seems I've made a habit of underestimated you Naroth. I believe we're just waiting for our sailor friend to join us and then we can discuss how we'll go about gathering information about these raids."
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Taviel sat across from Toc (start your morning from something beautiful! was your motto and mirrors here were terrible). Nodwick immediately brought light breakfast and stood two steps behind waiting for orders. The question made Taviel laugh: "He definitely has a name - it's Nodwick," (the man blinked but did not leave his post) "and he is no royalty, you do not have to address him in plural form."
Taviel did not put on somewhat dull travelling cloak yet and was as radiant as ever, letting Nissa to coil by her site and have a couple fresh apples. "Nissa is indeed very unique. They do not sell winged serpents freely even in Waterdeep. When I got her, she could not fly yet, but now... Is not she pretty?" Taviel pull one of the raspberry red gossamer wing (Nissa hissed lightly) making Taviel smile lovingly. Then she looked around and asked with a hint of impatience in her voice: "Where is that sleepy head? Always though pirates are supposed to be early birds, no?"
The last to arrive strode down the stairs and into the common room. He wore sailor's garb, with a warhammer at one hip and his glaive in his hand as a walking staff. His black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and his storm-gray eyes swept the room with a practiced motion. The symbol of Istishia, god of water, hung from his neck, a wave cresting in a circle.
"I see you got yourself a decent enough helping of food there." He observes as he approaches the table. Nodding to the giant-kin. "Hopefully mine comes soon, since that looks about the right amount of food for a good meal." Moving to a chair, he nods to the others at the table. "Name's valen, I assume you all know that already though."
"Valen, well met. I ordered some food for the rest of us, should be here soon. Seems I underestimated our friends appetite." His smile drops and he looks about those at the table, his face a serious one as he gathers the tables attention. Straight to business it would seem, "While we wait for the rest of our breakfast, it would behoof us to discuss an approach to our mission. There are rumors of villages being raided nearby. It should be a simple enough task to determine the veracity of such rumors. Our first order of business should be to ask around here in Silverspan. It will be most efficient if we split up. I believe questioning folks here at the Singing Lark is one path forward. The rest of us should head out and meet local folk, and quest for information. With our pretty faces and interesting pets, it shouldn't be too difficult to get the local people to talk. I propose we meet back here for lunch and combine our information to discuss the next order of business. Two groups of two out information gathering, and one here to make conversation. I suggest Naroth and myself are one group, Germain and Taviel another. Valen, you ask about here. Does anyone have any alterations to this approach?" He sits back as more trays of food arrive, letting the servants place them about the table. He waits patiently while the others serve themselves, only helping himself to each dish after the others have taken their share. He carefully arranges his dishes and cutlery, revealing a silver fork and knife from a side pouch on his bag, along with a white silk cloth. He folds it carefully and places it across his lap, and then places his hands together before the food, lowering his head and muttering a prayer in elven to "Corellon Larethian, leader of the Seldarine". He then picks up his utensils and begins carefully cutting and chewing each mouthful of food.
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Even if self-appointed Captain Obvious sounded reasonable, Taviel would not be Taviel if she would just agree and obey. "You do finish your meal, while I make our work a bit easier." Sorceress picked up Nissa, that already finished her apples, and went straight to the bartender, with the look of moderately curious traveller. She gave the person most friendly smile: "Looks like I am stuck here for a while. Is there anything interesting going on in the town? Or something amazing to see?"
"Guess there is more than one way to tie a knot..." Valen says with a grin, watching their companion move over to the bar. He takes a plate of the food as it is served, and digs in as he waits to see what is found out from the bartender.
The red-haired dwarf behind the counter give Taviel a glance as she moves over to speak with him. He glances around and, flipping over the collar of his tunic, shows a harper's pin.
Before he can speak though the front door to the tavern is thrown open. A haggard-looking woman nearly trips as she comes inside, carrying an exhausted child. Two even-more tired slightly-older children follow her inside. The woman looks dirty and as if she has been traveling for hours.
Moving out from behind the bar, the red-haired dwarf moves over to her and catches the child as the woman nearly drops her. "Be taking a seat." The dwarf tells her, moving ehr to a table. As he settles her more people come in through the door, each looking as bad off as the first woman and her kids.
Taviel first returned to the group's table but only to whisper: "the bartender is our contact here. Looks like information came to us by itself." Then she picked up a couple fruits from the table and moved to the woman with children. "What happen?" with honest compassion in her voice asked the girl suggesting fruits to tired scared children.
"Greenest." The woman tells Taviel as she sits in the chair, slumped with exhaustion. "Attacked.... Last night... Been running... All night..." She pants out the words, clearly spent.
One of the men who followed the woman inside walks over to Taviel and the others. "There was a dragon, though I did not see it meself." He glances around, but does not seem to find the one he seeks. "Well, Breanor no is here, but he saw the dragon, said it twas blue. I done seen the little dragon-kin though." He holds a hand up near his knee. "Plus twas human cultists among those dragon-kin, and drakes for sure."
several of the others with him nod their agreements to this.
"We didn't wait ta see what happened next." Another tired woman says. "The group of us be making straight away ta get as far away as we be able ta get."
"We all saw the flames though." An older man puts in. More of them nod, this time sadly.
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You have traveled to the small town of Silverspan, half-a-day's travel to Greenest. Your superiors in the Harpers have heard rumors of villages in this area being raided and have sent you five to investigate. Each of you have traveled hard to get here this quickly, and have just had a peaceful night's rest in the Singing Lark inn and tavern.
Each of you knows who you are suppose to meet here, and this tavern is where your superiors told you to meet the others of your band. You know each other by reputation if nothing else, but have not worked with each other much prior to this. (You can decide what extent you have worked together with individuals of the group if you wish, but I am not going to assume that anyone has done any extensive work together unless you wish it to be that way.)
Having arrived here, and had a peaceful night, you come down to the tavern's common area this morning. Please introduce your characters.
Germain Greyfollower is a tall, slightly built human man with a shaven bald head showing uthgardt tribal tattoos which stand out against his pale skin and match his dark eyes. He wears simple, unremarkable clothing with no apparent armor and carries a well-laden pack, he appears unarmed except for the two daggers next to the pouches on his belt. Though he looks like nothing more than a simple traveling peasant, if you ignore the tattoos, the evaluating look in his eyes every time he meets someone new can be a little disturbing. As they travel along, he quietly reads a book of poetry he'd picked up in the last town to the rust colored pseudodragon that perches lazily on his shoulders.
(Considering our PM conversation, I assumed we were together for a couple of days at least, but as you wish)
There is nothing unremarkable about Taviel - bright red hair, sparkly golden eyes, brightly coloured (shades of red mostly) clothes, and a far from inconspicuous pet. Her fiery temperament is no less known (she is more used to talking first, thinking later and easily annoyed). Probably not the ideal spy, some would think, but the one who attracts a lot of attention is rarely suspected of conspiracy, so she manages, and Harpers find her useful, despite all the flaws, coming with youth and traditional sorcerer's arrogance. She travels on a well bred horse with a servant following on a no less noble looking mule.
The possibility to travel the world a bit, excited her enough to be in a good mood and mostly friendly. So far even taverns on the way did not truly come on her nerves and she is curious both about her companions and the investigation ahead.
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Toc is a sun elf with glorious golden skin and long white hair tied back in a ponytail. Strong, quick, and smart, Toc was a patient and measured individual. He wore tight knee length breeches and a billowing flowing silk shirt unbuttoned nearly to his navel, his bare chest smooth and tanned. Like Germain he didn't seem to wear any armor. He had two short finely made elven blades strapped to his back as well as a longbow over his back. He moved with the light step and grace of a dancer and spoke with the confidence of a leader. And he was clearly travelled. His belongs, his clothes, even his belt, each one seemed finely made and from some other land.
Having met up with Germain on the way here, he simply nods to him and sits down. "I hope you rested well Germain. We made good time getting here." He raises a hand to summon the server, "A hearty breakfast please. Enough for seven. Preferably some cheese, scrambled eggs, and a loaf of bread. Sour dough if you have it." At her blank look he shrugs, "Or whatever type of bread you may have. Oh, and juice please...if you have it." A gold coin slips from his belt and he hands it over. He smiles at Germain, "Naroth strike me as the type of person who could eat two helpings."
He smiles a warm smile to Taviel. "It is pleasant to meet you. You both have such unique pets. And Taviel, you brought a servant? Do they have a name?"
He leans back, a considerate look on his face, and glances around the room at the other patrons.
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Germain will nod a greeting to Toc, then glance at Vilrana, and speak in a hissing whisper.
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“Would you like to hunt while we eat?”
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The Tavern door bangs open as a behemoth of a person ducks into the door, completely obscured by a traveling cloak. He stamps his feet and then ruffles his cloak, dust falling to the floor as he removes the hood. The grey skinned bald head of the goliath named Naroth glistened in the firelight of the inn as he smiles and walks over to the table. Half way there he see the server bringing food to the table and intercepts him and grabs the tray laden with food. He leans down and whispers in his hear and hands him a GP. Then proceeds to the table, adjusting the two greatswords criss-crossed on his back and then surprisingly, very gently seats himself, placing the tray in front of him. "Friends, server will bring your food soon." Then smiles at the three of them.
Toc grins, "It seems I've made a habit of underestimated you Naroth. I believe we're just waiting for our sailor friend to join us and then we can discuss how we'll go about gathering information about these raids."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
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Taviel sat across from Toc (start your morning from something beautiful! was your motto and mirrors here were terrible). Nodwick immediately brought light breakfast and stood two steps behind waiting for orders. The question made Taviel laugh: "He definitely has a name - it's Nodwick," (the man blinked but did not leave his post) "and he is no royalty, you do not have to address him in plural form."
Taviel did not put on somewhat dull travelling cloak yet and was as radiant as ever, letting Nissa to coil by her site and have a couple fresh apples. "Nissa is indeed very unique. They do not sell winged serpents freely even in Waterdeep. When I got her, she could not fly yet, but now... Is not she pretty?" Taviel pull one of the raspberry red gossamer wing (Nissa hissed lightly) making Taviel smile lovingly. Then she looked around and asked with a hint of impatience in her voice: "Where is that sleepy head? Always though pirates are supposed to be early birds, no?"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
The last to arrive strode down the stairs and into the common room. He wore sailor's garb, with a warhammer at one hip and his glaive in his hand as a walking staff. His black hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and his storm-gray eyes swept the room with a practiced motion. The symbol of Istishia, god of water, hung from his neck, a wave cresting in a circle.
"I see you got yourself a decent enough helping of food there." He observes as he approaches the table. Nodding to the giant-kin. "Hopefully mine comes soon, since that looks about the right amount of food for a good meal." Moving to a chair, he nods to the others at the table. "Name's valen, I assume you all know that already though."
"Valen, well met. I ordered some food for the rest of us, should be here soon. Seems I underestimated our friends appetite." His smile drops and he looks about those at the table, his face a serious one as he gathers the tables attention. Straight to business it would seem, "While we wait for the rest of our breakfast, it would behoof us to discuss an approach to our mission. There are rumors of villages being raided nearby. It should be a simple enough task to determine the veracity of such rumors. Our first order of business should be to ask around here in Silverspan. It will be most efficient if we split up. I believe questioning folks here at the Singing Lark is one path forward. The rest of us should head out and meet local folk, and quest for information. With our pretty faces and interesting pets, it shouldn't be too difficult to get the local people to talk. I propose we meet back here for lunch and combine our information to discuss the next order of business. Two groups of two out information gathering, and one here to make conversation. I suggest Naroth and myself are one group, Germain and Taviel another. Valen, you ask about here. Does anyone have any alterations to this approach?" He sits back as more trays of food arrive, letting the servants place them about the table. He waits patiently while the others serve themselves, only helping himself to each dish after the others have taken their share. He carefully arranges his dishes and cutlery, revealing a silver fork and knife from a side pouch on his bag, along with a white silk cloth. He folds it carefully and places it across his lap, and then places his hands together before the food, lowering his head and muttering a prayer in elven to "Corellon Larethian, leader of the Seldarine". He then picks up his utensils and begins carefully cutting and chewing each mouthful of food.
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Class.
Even if self-appointed Captain Obvious sounded reasonable, Taviel would not be Taviel if she would just agree and obey. "You do finish your meal, while I make our work a bit easier." Sorceress picked up Nissa, that already finished her apples, and went straight to the bartender, with the look of moderately curious traveller. She gave the person most friendly smile: "Looks like I am stuck here for a while. Is there anything interesting going on in the town? Or something amazing to see?"
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In-between shoving food into his overflowing mouth, Naroth looks at Toc, "Sound good."
Germain will nod, “Sounds like a pla... And there goes my partner. Maybe she’ll come back?”
"Guess there is more than one way to tie a knot..." Valen says with a grin, watching their companion move over to the bar. He takes a plate of the food as it is served, and digs in as he waits to see what is found out from the bartender.
The red-haired dwarf behind the counter give Taviel a glance as she moves over to speak with him. He glances around and, flipping over the collar of his tunic, shows a harper's pin.
Before he can speak though the front door to the tavern is thrown open. A haggard-looking woman nearly trips as she comes inside, carrying an exhausted child. Two even-more tired slightly-older children follow her inside. The woman looks dirty and as if she has been traveling for hours.
Moving out from behind the bar, the red-haired dwarf moves over to her and catches the child as the woman nearly drops her. "Be taking a seat." The dwarf tells her, moving ehr to a table. As he settles her more people come in through the door, each looking as bad off as the first woman and her kids.
Taviel first returned to the group's table but only to whisper: "the bartender is our contact here. Looks like information came to us by itself." Then she picked up a couple fruits from the table and moved to the woman with children. "What happen?" with honest compassion in her voice asked the girl suggesting fruits to tired scared children.
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"Greenest." The woman tells Taviel as she sits in the chair, slumped with exhaustion. "Attacked.... Last night... Been running... All night..." She pants out the words, clearly spent.
Germain will look to his companions, "Greenest? Isn't that where we were headed? If it was attacked that recently, perhaps the trail isn't yet cold."
"Attacked by who?!" Taviel's shocked curiosity looked also very genuine.
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One of the men who followed the woman inside walks over to Taviel and the others. "There was a dragon, though I did not see it meself." He glances around, but does not seem to find the one he seeks. "Well, Breanor no is here, but he saw the dragon, said it twas blue. I done seen the little dragon-kin though." He holds a hand up near his knee. "Plus twas human cultists among those dragon-kin, and drakes for sure."
several of the others with him nod their agreements to this.
"We didn't wait ta see what happened next." Another tired woman says. "The group of us be making straight away ta get as far away as we be able ta get."
"We all saw the flames though." An older man puts in. More of them nod, this time sadly.