Ok, great job everyone and congratulations on finishing your first quest! You guys picked up on everything really fast, I'm impressed.
I'd say we're ready and we can move on to the adventure...
After a hard day's travel along The Trade Way, you find yourself in the town of Hill's Edge. Though darkened windows and empty streets lead you to believe most of the town's inhabitants have gone to bed for the night, one building stands out among the rest. A warmly lit Inn at the corner of an intersection of dirt roads up ahead. You make your way there, eager to rest and recuperate after many miles of travel. As you approach you hear music and banter coming from within the Inn. You also hear a creaking noise and look up to find a wooden sign swinging lazily in the stiff Autumn breeze. The sign says "The Nutsack Inn" and below the name squats a fat and merry looking squirrel next to an overflowing sack of nuts. The paint is peeling, but the place seems lively enough. You enter the Inn and are greeted by delicious smells, simple, but catchy music, and the usual din of tavern noise. You see a balding man with brown and gray mutton chops behind the bar, pouring drinks for patrons. A three piece band is playing a lively tune to a few folks dancing in a small clear space before the stage. You hear cheers and curses and look to your left to see a few tables offering varying gambling games. You also notice a few empty tables near the back of the room, they seem to be a little less rowdy than the rest of the tavern.
Take a second and describe what your character is doing after entering the Inn. I've presented a few options above, but feel free to come up with something of your own design as well! You can also describe what they look like, what they're wearing, how they walk, what they're thinking, or none of those things. The fun in this game is role playing and making it your own so don't be afraid to get creative!
I probably won't post again tonight as it's 11pm my time. I'm looking forward to reading your posts and getting this adventure rolling! I should be able to post a few times tomorrow. Now, being that it's Easter Sunday, I don't expect everyone to be glued to their computer/phone screens so don't feel pressured to post if you don't have time. Enjoy the holiday folks, and I'll catch up with you all later!
A disheveled human man walks towards the bar. His eyes are ever moving, taking inventory of the patrons positions and apparent moods. As he walks, he adjusts the strap that keeps a hand crossbow on his right hip. A rapier is sheathed on his left hip and a light crossbow is slung on his back. He searches his pockets until he finds his coin pouch just as he reaches the bar.
”Barkeep, a flagon of ale, if you’d please.”
At the delivery of the ale and the payment of coin, he replaces the pouch in a pocket that (if anyone was paying attention) was not the same pocket he produced it from earlier. He lifts the flagon and turns to survey the room, looking for someone, anyone, that carried themselves with an air of destiny about them.
Riona takes in the excitement around her, it's been some time since she has entered an unknown Inn and she eagerly drinks in all the sights and sounds. Riona is an older human woman, maybe in her mid 40s. Tall and thin. Her long red hair cascades down past her shoulders, covered by a thick forest green cloak, in loose curls and her moss green eyes, framed by pale freckled skin, scan through the room looking for the likely patron. Her eyes landing on the man behind the bar and she leans heavily on her stained gray quarterstaff suggesting to her companions,
“Perhaps a few rooms for the night? My back is not what it used to be and I think a good bed for an evening will do us all some good. Then I do believe I will see if my luck with cards and dice has stayed with me over the years.”
Her lips pull into a small smile as her focus gets pulled to the tables of gamblers then quickly snap back to the barkeep focusing at the task at hand. She makes her way over to the bar, back held high and posture proud, and leans onto the bartop folding her hands together and shooting an inquisitive but welcoming look towards the balding man.
“Pardon me sir, but are there by chance rooms still available this evening?”
** Out of Character (OOC)
Is it okay if I use a different colour for my text, im thinking that way it may be easier to remember who is speaking. Totally fine if the green is preferred! Also very much looking forward to my fist PBP adventure, thank you so much for having us and i cant wait to see where our tale goes :)
"Regular-sized doors, one of my terrible weaknesses", I whisper to myself.
I search the room for possible Shadow Guild contacts, more contacts means more Estors informants. More of those informants bring me closer to slaughtering them and crumbling their so-called empire. So far nothing, but I find the competition of the gambling table exciting. I may join, perhaps, though I do not know the way of cards or any other games. But I can surely best them in a drinking game, as a Goliath I can hold liquor more potent than anything being served in this bar.
The thought of playing was enticing, however, the locket at my wait says otherwise. Find information, act, then get closer to that terrible family. Kill them all. I sit at the bar instead, struggling to get comfortable in the seat. The Orc skull I wear is showing my dark feeling and thoughts more than my height skin tone, two hand axes at my side, and greataxe strapped to my travel pack. Everyone knows Goliaths are lighter-skinned, I am in the dark brown region though. The ashes of the fire that day had magical properties, the fire was meant to kill a Goliath after all. As I clutched the charred corpse of my sister, the ashes clung to my skin, giving me a curse to remind me every day of what happened. A curse to last until death, preferably in battle.
Lander walks into the bar whistling a tune. He looks around and takes in all the people playing games, drinking, and having a good time. Lander is an average size halfling, about 3 feet tall and 38 pounds. Lander is 47 years old but looks a little young for his age. He has brown hair and brown eyes with long sideburns. He wears plain looking travelling clothes with a gray cloak. The only weapon he appears to be carrying is a dagger at his side. He is wearing a small leather backpack.
Lander smiles at Riona. "I think you've got the right idea. I'm exhausted and could use a good rest in a warm bed. Barkeep, can I get a mug of ale please?"
Lander pays and walks over to one of the empty tables. He sits down and takes a small leather book from his backpack, puts on his glasses, and begins to read while sipping his ale. He looks at his other companions and says: "There's plenty of room here for everyone." He smiles warmly and motions to the empty seats.
Fedex: The barkeep finishes serving a dour looking half-orc what looks to be the latest of several glasses of a dark stout. He says to you "You got it friend, one flagon of ale." and produces a large container of ale. He sets it on the bar and a bit sloshes out, spilling on to the old but well-polished wood. "Whoops, sorry about that. It'll be 5 copper for the ale sir." as he wipes up the small spill.
Please make a WIS (Perception) check to determine what you then see as you look about the room.
Under the Skills section of your character sheet, it shows that you have a +4 bonus to Perception. Nice!
Roll 1 d20 and add your +4 bonus to the result.
Riona: The barkeep finishes serving a disheveled, but well-armed man a flagon of ale and looks to you at the sound of your voice. "Hello ma'am, welcome to The Nutsack. Let me check what we have available." He reaches under the bar and pulls out a weathered leather ledger. He pats his chest, then his pockets, apparently searching for something. "Excuse me." he says as he leans down to look under the bar. He searches for a few seconds before he finds what he's looking for. "Aha, there you are. Ok, rooms... rooms..." The bar keep stands up, places a pair of glasses on his head, wipes his hands on his dingy apron, and leans over the ledger. "Looks like we've got a few open beds in our common room, five copper for one of those. And... Two single rooms open as well. One silver for each of those. The common room beds each have a locked chest for your belongings and the single rooms have locked doors."
Out of character (OOC): By all means, I encourage you to each choose your own text color! I only used green because it's what I use for my own player character.
Keragri:As you fit your large frame through the doorway, you quickly realize you're the biggest person in the room. Most people in the tavern pause in what they're doing to stare or nudge their companions and whisper in their ear while taking sidelong glances at you. At the gambling tables to your left, you find probably the second largest person in the room. He either hasn't noticed you or doesn't care as his attention is focused on the smaller man attempting to arm wrestle him. The larger man lets him struggle for a few seconds, then slams his hand to the table with bone snapping force. The smaller man yelps and makes to run out of the tavern, bumping into you as he stares at his obviously broken hand. He falls on his rear end and looks up at you. With wide eyes, he crawls past you and out the door. Back at the arm-wrestling table, the large man notices you. "Oi! Care to lose a couple copper? I ain't been beat yet and I don' think ye got it in ye to be the one to do it!"The man drains an entire flagon of mead and gestures to the empty seat across from him with a smug smile on his face.
Fedex: As you enjoy your ale and survey the room, you see simple folk enjoying a little drink and song to ease the weight of their boring but honest lives. Only one person catches your eye. A strikingly good looking woman across the room. Through the crowds, it is a bit hard to see her. The crowd parts and you see brown curls framing a heart shaped face that smiles as she catches your eye. She blushes and quickly turns away. You can see that she is still smiling though. After a few minutes, you catch her eye again. She smiles and looks at the empty seat across from her, then back to you with one eye brow raised.
OOC: I think including them as part of the dice roll would be a bit quicker, so let's do that.
Riona quickly does some math in her head, weighing her options. Considering her dwindling funds she hums to herself then says to the barkeep
“I think the common room will suit me just fine,”
She reaches into a small pouch on her belt, where she keeps her smaller change, and produces 5 copper, sliding them across the bar. She then adds a silver to the mix and coily adds,
“And could I get two flagons of ale, one for myself and one for that kind gentlemen.”motioning over to the halfling man.
She wanders over to the empty seat beside the small cloaked man, sliding a drink across to him. She pushed back her cloak, revealing a long slim green dress, cinched at the waist by a black leather belt with various pouches hanging off it and one sheathed dagger, plain and practical.
“You my friend, look like you could use another drink. What brings you down these roads?”
Riona: The barkeep makes a mark in his ledger before placing it back under the bar. He then pours two flagons of ale and says "Alrighty then, that'll be 15 copper ma'am. Let me know if you'd like help carrying those to your seat. My wife should be around after you get settled in to take a food order if you're hungry. Otherwise, enjoy your stay." he then turns his attention to wiping down his bar and lets you find a seat next to the halfling man.
OOC: I plan on letting you all handle adjusting your funds and hit points on your character sheets throughout this adventure. If anyone needs help, just let me know!
Lander smiles at Riona. "Thanks, you didnt need to do that. Well, let's just say that I've been feeling a little suffocated and needed to get out, see the countryside, and hopefully find some adventure. Now someday I will be able to tell my future grandkids that I've seen the Nutsack." He laughs heartily.
"So, what's your story? Are you from around these parts? By the way are you hungry? My treat."
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Riona laughs along with Lander an nods knowingly when he mentions finding adventure.
"I feel we may be kindred spirits in that regard" She chuckles.
She takes a long pull from her flagon of ale and smiles warmly closing her eyes to appreciate the ambiance. She then looks softly at Lander, seemingly remembering something and adds,
"Life happened to quick and all at once, then slowed down in the blink of an eye. Now I find myself taking after my son and pursuing my new passion for magic. Adventure sounds nice but I think for now I may settle for work and see where that takes me." She adds a wink at the end then scans the room listening for any leads on work to be had.
Riona: You have a hard time hearing much beyond your table in the back. The tavern is lively tonight! A thought comes to the front of your mind, born of years of patience and wisdom. "You just can't force some things in life. Sometimes, it's best to let a thing develop on it's own. Sometimes... Adventure finds you..."
OOC: You assumed correctly :)
Riona and Lander: A middle aged woman in a blue dress and white apron approaches your table. Her sleeves are rolled up and her hair collected in a working bun on the top of her head. "Hello and welcome! Care for a bite to eat?" she greets you as she places a menu on your table.
OOC: You two are doing a great job of role playing! Keep it up and feel free to respond to this post whenever you're ready. I don't want to interrupt the great interaction taking place!
Lander perks up when he hears the word magic. He looks her in the eyes, lowers his glasses with his thumb and forefinger and laughs. "Well, what are the chances? I also dabble in magic......In fact, it's a passion of mine. It's what I was just studying." He holds up his small leather book that he had been reading.
"My problem wasn't life ever moving too fast. Life was nothing but slow. Don't get me wrong, I love my village, but what I want is for life to move a little quicker. Safety and security is nice, but sometimes you just need to do something to get the blood flowing."
Riona's eyes light up as Lander mentions his studies and a broad grin covers her face, showing lines from a lifetime of similar smiles.
"Kindred spirits indeed! We must exchange notes some time. Or perhaps we will have an opportunity for demonstrations"
Her eyes pull over to the woman standing before her and she quickly skims the piece of paper.
"Ah no food for me this evening, i already took an early meal on the road. By chance would you know of any work that needs doing in these areas? Perhaps something a few hedge mages may be able to help with."
She chuckles as she ropes her new friend into the offer.
Riona and Lander: The barmaid begins to answer Riona's question when a loud shout drowns out her reply. "Oi wench! I've been waiting on a refill! Get me another ale dammit!" slurs a drunken human man a few tables over. His unfocused and glassy eyes glare in your direction as he shakes off his friend's attempts to calm him. The man tries to stand, loses his balance and falls back into his seat. He then manages to stand with a curse and begins to stumble over to your table.
Fedex: As you enjoy your ale and survey the room, you see simple folk enjoying a little drink and song to ease the weight of their boring but honest lives. Only one person catches your eye. A strikingly good looking woman across the room. Through the crowds, it is a bit hard to see her. The crowd parts and you see brown curls framing a heart shaped face that smiles as she catches your eye. She blushes and quickly turns away. You can see that she is still smiling though. After a few minutes, you catch her eye again. She smiles and looks at the empty seat across from her, then back to you with one eye brow raised.
Keragri:As you fit your large frame through the doorway, you quickly realize you're the biggest person in the room. Most people in the tavern pause in what they're doing to stare or nudge their companions and whisper in their ear while taking sidelong glances at you. At the gambling tables to your left, you find probably the second largest person in the room. He either hasn't noticed you or doesn't care as his attention is focused on the smaller man attempting to arm wrestle him. The larger man lets him struggle for a few seconds, then slams his hand to the table with bone snapping force. The smaller man yelps and makes to run out of the tavern, bumping into you as he stares at his obviously broken hand. He falls on his rear end and looks up at you. With wide eyes, he crawls past you and out the door. Back at the arm-wrestling table, the large man notices you. "Oi! Care to lose a couple copper? I ain't been beat yet and I don' think ye got it in ye to be the one to do it!"The man drains an entire flagon of mead and gestures to the empty seat across from him with a smug smile on his face.
”This is obviously bait, however a true Goliath does not turn down a challenge!” I boast with the utmost confidence. I go to sit with the above average of height man and take his offer. Losing is of no importance, I am here only for sustenance, I have more copper than this man knows.
OOC: Is this the part where I start the Pokemon battle; unarmed strike for arm wrestling
Lander picks up one of the flagons from the table and stands up. He holds it outstretched in his arm as he interposes himself in front of the barmaid and Riona. "Here, have this ale on me. No need to get fiesty!" He readies himself in case this patron decides to get aggressive.
Ok, great job everyone and congratulations on finishing your first quest! You guys picked up on everything really fast, I'm impressed.
I'd say we're ready and we can move on to the adventure...
After a hard day's travel along The Trade Way, you find yourself in the town of Hill's Edge. Though darkened windows and empty streets lead you to believe most of the town's inhabitants have gone to bed for the night, one building stands out among the rest. A warmly lit Inn at the corner of an intersection of dirt roads up ahead. You make your way there, eager to rest and recuperate after many miles of travel. As you approach you hear music and banter coming from within the Inn. You also hear a creaking noise and look up to find a wooden sign swinging lazily in the stiff Autumn breeze. The sign says "The Nutsack Inn" and below the name squats a fat and merry looking squirrel next to an overflowing sack of nuts. The paint is peeling, but the place seems lively enough. You enter the Inn and are greeted by delicious smells, simple, but catchy music, and the usual din of tavern noise. You see a balding man with brown and gray mutton chops behind the bar, pouring drinks for patrons. A three piece band is playing a lively tune to a few folks dancing in a small clear space before the stage. You hear cheers and curses and look to your left to see a few tables offering varying gambling games. You also notice a few empty tables near the back of the room, they seem to be a little less rowdy than the rest of the tavern.
Take a second and describe what your character is doing after entering the Inn. I've presented a few options above, but feel free to come up with something of your own design as well! You can also describe what they look like, what they're wearing, how they walk, what they're thinking, or none of those things. The fun in this game is role playing and making it your own so don't be afraid to get creative!
I probably won't post again tonight as it's 11pm my time. I'm looking forward to reading your posts and getting this adventure rolling! I should be able to post a few times tomorrow. Now, being that it's Easter Sunday, I don't expect everyone to be glued to their computer/phone screens so don't feel pressured to post if you don't have time. Enjoy the holiday folks, and I'll catch up with you all later!
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
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Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
A disheveled human man walks towards the bar. His eyes are ever moving, taking inventory of the patrons positions and apparent moods. As he walks, he adjusts the strap that keeps a hand crossbow on his right hip. A rapier is sheathed on his left hip and a light crossbow is slung on his back. He searches his pockets until he finds his coin pouch just as he reaches the bar.
”Barkeep, a flagon of ale, if you’d please.”
At the delivery of the ale and the payment of coin, he replaces the pouch in a pocket that (if anyone was paying attention) was not the same pocket he produced it from earlier. He lifts the flagon and turns to survey the room, looking for someone, anyone, that carried themselves with an air of destiny about them.
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Riona takes in the excitement around her, it's been some time since she has entered an unknown Inn and she eagerly drinks in all the sights and sounds. Riona is an older human woman, maybe in her mid 40s. Tall and thin. Her long red hair cascades down past her shoulders, covered by a thick forest green cloak, in loose curls and her moss green eyes, framed by pale freckled skin, scan through the room looking for the likely patron. Her eyes landing on the man behind the bar and she leans heavily on her stained gray quarterstaff suggesting to her companions,
“Perhaps a few rooms for the night? My back is not what it used to be and I think a good bed for an evening will do us all some good. Then I do believe I will see if my luck with cards and dice has stayed with me over the years.”
Her lips pull into a small smile as her focus gets pulled to the tables of gamblers then quickly snap back to the barkeep focusing at the task at hand. She makes her way over to the bar, back held high and posture proud, and leans onto the bartop folding her hands together and shooting an inquisitive but welcoming look towards the balding man.
“Pardon me sir, but are there by chance rooms still available this evening?”
** Out of Character (OOC)
Is it okay if I use a different colour for my text, im thinking that way it may be easier to remember who is speaking. Totally fine if the green is preferred! Also very much looking forward to my fist PBP adventure, thank you so much for having us and i cant wait to see where our tale goes :)
**
I grunt as I try to fit into the doorframe.
"Regular-sized doors, one of my terrible weaknesses", I whisper to myself.
I search the room for possible Shadow Guild contacts, more contacts means more Estors informants. More of those informants bring me closer to slaughtering them and crumbling their so-called empire. So far nothing, but I find the competition of the gambling table exciting. I may join, perhaps, though I do not know the way of cards or any other games. But I can surely best them in a drinking game, as a Goliath I can hold liquor more potent than anything being served in this bar.
The thought of playing was enticing, however, the locket at my wait says otherwise. Find information, act, then get closer to that terrible family. Kill them all. I sit at the bar instead, struggling to get comfortable in the seat. The Orc skull I wear is showing my dark feeling and thoughts more than my height skin tone, two hand axes at my side, and greataxe strapped to my travel pack. Everyone knows Goliaths are lighter-skinned, I am in the dark brown region though. The ashes of the fire that day had magical properties, the fire was meant to kill a Goliath after all. As I clutched the charred corpse of my sister, the ashes clung to my skin, giving me a curse to remind me every day of what happened. A curse to last until death, preferably in battle.
Lander walks into the bar whistling a tune. He looks around and takes in all the people playing games, drinking, and having a good time. Lander is an average size halfling, about 3 feet tall and 38 pounds. Lander is 47 years old but looks a little young for his age. He has brown hair and brown eyes with long sideburns. He wears plain looking travelling clothes with a gray cloak. The only weapon he appears to be carrying is a dagger at his side. He is wearing a small leather backpack.
Lander smiles at Riona. "I think you've got the right idea. I'm exhausted and could use a good rest in a warm bed. Barkeep, can I get a mug of ale please?"
Lander pays and walks over to one of the empty tables. He sits down and takes a small leather book from his backpack, puts on his glasses, and begins to read while sipping his ale. He looks at his other companions and says: "There's plenty of room here for everyone." He smiles warmly and motions to the empty seats.
Fedex: The barkeep finishes serving a dour looking half-orc what looks to be the latest of several glasses of a dark stout. He says to you "You got it friend, one flagon of ale." and produces a large container of ale. He sets it on the bar and a bit sloshes out, spilling on to the old but well-polished wood. "Whoops, sorry about that. It'll be 5 copper for the ale sir." as he wipes up the small spill.
Please make a WIS (Perception) check to determine what you then see as you look about the room.
Under the Skills section of your character sheet, it shows that you have a +4 bonus to Perception. Nice!
Roll 1 d20 and add your +4 bonus to the result.
Riona: The barkeep finishes serving a disheveled, but well-armed man a flagon of ale and looks to you at the sound of your voice. "Hello ma'am, welcome to The Nutsack. Let me check what we have available." He reaches under the bar and pulls out a weathered leather ledger. He pats his chest, then his pockets, apparently searching for something. "Excuse me." he says as he leans down to look under the bar. He searches for a few seconds before he finds what he's looking for. "Aha, there you are. Ok, rooms... rooms..." The bar keep stands up, places a pair of glasses on his head, wipes his hands on his dingy apron, and leans over the ledger. "Looks like we've got a few open beds in our common room, five copper for one of those. And... Two single rooms open as well. One silver for each of those. The common room beds each have a locked chest for your belongings and the single rooms have locked doors."
Out of character (OOC): By all means, I encourage you to each choose your own text color! I only used green because it's what I use for my own player character.
Keragri: As you fit your large frame through the doorway, you quickly realize you're the biggest person in the room. Most people in the tavern pause in what they're doing to stare or nudge their companions and whisper in their ear while taking sidelong glances at you. At the gambling tables to your left, you find probably the second largest person in the room. He either hasn't noticed you or doesn't care as his attention is focused on the smaller man attempting to arm wrestle him. The larger man lets him struggle for a few seconds, then slams his hand to the table with bone snapping force. The smaller man yelps and makes to run out of the tavern, bumping into you as he stares at his obviously broken hand. He falls on his rear end and looks up at you. With wide eyes, he crawls past you and out the door. Back at the arm-wrestling table, the large man notices you. "Oi! Care to lose a couple copper? I ain't been beat yet and I don' think ye got it in ye to be the one to do it!" The man drains an entire flagon of mead and gestures to the empty seat across from him with a smug smile on his face.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Fedex raises the flagon to his lips and inhales the aroma of the ale before first sipping then gulping the contents.
Perception: 9 +4
(OOC) Do you prefer to see the modifiers listed separately or part of the dice roller formula?
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Fedex: As you enjoy your ale and survey the room, you see simple folk enjoying a little drink and song to ease the weight of their boring but honest lives. Only one person catches your eye. A strikingly good looking woman across the room. Through the crowds, it is a bit hard to see her. The crowd parts and you see brown curls framing a heart shaped face that smiles as she catches your eye. She blushes and quickly turns away. You can see that she is still smiling though. After a few minutes, you catch her eye again. She smiles and looks at the empty seat across from her, then back to you with one eye brow raised.
OOC: I think including them as part of the dice roll would be a bit quicker, so let's do that.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Riona quickly does some math in her head, weighing her options. Considering her dwindling funds she hums to herself then says to the barkeep
“I think the common room will suit me just fine,”
She reaches into a small pouch on her belt, where she keeps her smaller change, and produces 5 copper, sliding them across the bar. She then adds a silver to the mix and coily adds,
“And could I get two flagons of ale, one for myself and one for that kind gentlemen.” motioning over to the halfling man.
She wanders over to the empty seat beside the small cloaked man, sliding a drink across to him. She pushed back her cloak, revealing a long slim green dress, cinched at the waist by a black leather belt with various pouches hanging off it and one sheathed dagger, plain and practical.
“You my friend, look like you could use another drink. What brings you down these roads?”
Riona: The barkeep makes a mark in his ledger before placing it back under the bar. He then pours two flagons of ale and says "Alrighty then, that'll be 15 copper ma'am. Let me know if you'd like help carrying those to your seat. My wife should be around after you get settled in to take a food order if you're hungry. Otherwise, enjoy your stay." he then turns his attention to wiping down his bar and lets you find a seat next to the halfling man.
OOC: I plan on letting you all handle adjusting your funds and hit points on your character sheets throughout this adventure. If anyone needs help, just let me know!
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Lander smiles at Riona. "Thanks, you didnt need to do that. Well, let's just say that I've been feeling a little suffocated and needed to get out, see the countryside, and hopefully find some adventure. Now someday I will be able to tell my future grandkids that I've seen the Nutsack." He laughs heartily.
"So, what's your story? Are you from around these parts? By the way are you hungry? My treat."
Riona laughs along with Lander an nods knowingly when he mentions finding adventure.
"I feel we may be kindred spirits in that regard" She chuckles.
She takes a long pull from her flagon of ale and smiles warmly closing her eyes to appreciate the ambiance. She then looks softly at Lander, seemingly remembering something and adds,
"Life happened to quick and all at once, then slowed down in the blink of an eye. Now I find myself taking after my son and pursuing my new passion for magic. Adventure sounds nice but I think for now I may settle for work and see where that takes me." She adds a wink at the end then scans the room listening for any leads on work to be had.
Perception Check (I assume): 17
Riona: You have a hard time hearing much beyond your table in the back. The tavern is lively tonight! A thought comes to the front of your mind, born of years of patience and wisdom. "You just can't force some things in life. Sometimes, it's best to let a thing develop on it's own. Sometimes... Adventure finds you..."
OOC: You assumed correctly :)
Riona and Lander: A middle aged woman in a blue dress and white apron approaches your table. Her sleeves are rolled up and her hair collected in a working bun on the top of her head. "Hello and welcome! Care for a bite to eat?" she greets you as she places a menu on your table.
OOC: You two are doing a great job of role playing! Keep it up and feel free to respond to this post whenever you're ready. I don't want to interrupt the great interaction taking place!
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Lander perks up when he hears the word magic. He looks her in the eyes, lowers his glasses with his thumb and forefinger and laughs. "Well, what are the chances? I also dabble in magic......In fact, it's a passion of mine. It's what I was just studying." He holds up his small leather book that he had been reading.
"My problem wasn't life ever moving too fast. Life was nothing but slow. Don't get me wrong, I love my village, but what I want is for life to move a little quicker. Safety and security is nice, but sometimes you just need to do something to get the blood flowing."
Riona's eyes light up as Lander mentions his studies and a broad grin covers her face, showing lines from a lifetime of similar smiles.
"Kindred spirits indeed! We must exchange notes some time. Or perhaps we will have an opportunity for demonstrations"
Her eyes pull over to the woman standing before her and she quickly skims the piece of paper.
"Ah no food for me this evening, i already took an early meal on the road. By chance would you know of any work that needs doing in these areas? Perhaps something a few hedge mages may be able to help with."
She chuckles as she ropes her new friend into the offer.
Riona and Lander: The barmaid begins to answer Riona's question when a loud shout drowns out her reply. "Oi wench! I've been waiting on a refill! Get me another ale dammit!" slurs a drunken human man a few tables over. His unfocused and glassy eyes glare in your direction as he shakes off his friend's attempts to calm him. The man tries to stand, loses his balance and falls back into his seat. He then manages to stand with a curse and begins to stumble over to your table.
What do you do?
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
Re-posting these as they are getting buried:
Fedex: As you enjoy your ale and survey the room, you see simple folk enjoying a little drink and song to ease the weight of their boring but honest lives. Only one person catches your eye. A strikingly good looking woman across the room. Through the crowds, it is a bit hard to see her. The crowd parts and you see brown curls framing a heart shaped face that smiles as she catches your eye. She blushes and quickly turns away. You can see that she is still smiling though. After a few minutes, you catch her eye again. She smiles and looks at the empty seat across from her, then back to you with one eye brow raised.
Keragri: As you fit your large frame through the doorway, you quickly realize you're the biggest person in the room. Most people in the tavern pause in what they're doing to stare or nudge their companions and whisper in their ear while taking sidelong glances at you. At the gambling tables to your left, you find probably the second largest person in the room. He either hasn't noticed you or doesn't care as his attention is focused on the smaller man attempting to arm wrestle him. The larger man lets him struggle for a few seconds, then slams his hand to the table with bone snapping force. The smaller man yelps and makes to run out of the tavern, bumping into you as he stares at his obviously broken hand. He falls on his rear end and looks up at you. With wide eyes, he crawls past you and out the door. Back at the arm-wrestling table, the large man notices you. "Oi! Care to lose a couple copper? I ain't been beat yet and I don' think ye got it in ye to be the one to do it!" The man drains an entire flagon of mead and gestures to the empty seat across from him with a smug smile on his face.
DM I The Forge of Fey Fury
Palifwan "Pal" Turnipson I Level 0 Harengon I Hero's Journey
”This is obviously bait, however a true Goliath does not turn down a challenge!” I boast with the utmost confidence. I go to sit with the above average of height man and take his offer. Losing is of no importance, I am here only for sustenance, I have more copper than this man knows.
OOC: Is this the part where I start the Pokemon battle; unarmed strike for arm wrestling