With the drinking, eating, song and dance several of the patrons pass out at the main tables, drunk. There are 15 patrons remaining by 9 o'clock (we started around 8). The tavern is more relaxed now, though there is still a fair amount of noise.
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Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Please meet DrizSsap-Afein-Trin, better known as Trinity
In walks a wild woman. A short plump half-elf, with darker skin, showing her elf side is drow. Her hair is silver, and dirty and tangled, with one big dreadlock on one side of her head, and a the other side is a mess with different sized dreads, clearly she didn't plan her hair. She is wearing purple and black robes, carrying a wild looking staff. She looks lost and confused.
Arkrius continues to watch the rest of the patrons, seeming to be annoyed as of someone he was waiting for did not show up. He moves to go through the worn pack he had set on the floor, what like like animal pelts inside.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
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As each of the adventurers enters the tavern, Thorin makes a note in his head of them. None look to be here to cause trouble, so far. But he looks around while taking a swig of his ale to see if anyone looks to up to no good. (Perception: 21)
(I'm going to assume that Tikea and Thorin have exchanged names after singing and drinking for some time.)
"Ah Tikea, yer a laugh lass! Not seen many like you before. It looks we've outdone the most already. Now it be a tad quieter, what brings a lass like you to the Laughing Halberd?"
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Tikea laughs as most of the other have passed out. She takes a seat nearby, leaning back in the chair with her hooves up on the table. She shrugs at Thorin. "I dont know really. I've been travelling awhile, just going where the road takes me. The Laughing Halberd seemed like a good stop after a day of travel. And I cant resist a good party. You?"
As she is talking to Thorin she keeps an eye on the rest of the tavern, taking note of the other adventuring types that have entered.
Thorin laughs, "It seems we share a love of the road Tikea! I'm a wanderer me'self. An I love a good drink o' ale time ta time. Gotta make sure I'm well stocked." He pats one of the water skins at his side.
As the evening wears on, a new patron can be seen entering through the tavern door, clearly travel weary and clothes and armor worse for the time spent on the road. Without paying too much attention to others, he approaches the bar and when noticed orders a meal and a tankard of ale and enquires about a room for the night, before wearily finding a seat where he can find a space, his eyes absently taking in the other patrons while finishes his food and drink.
For those that take notice, Grix appears to be a native of the island in his early twenties, having black hair and blue eyes, and is clad in dusty scale mail, with a rapier at his side and a halberd and shield slung across his back, and the bearing of someone from a military background. Something in his eyes however, which are somewhat haunted, gives you the impression that there is something more to this traveller.
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"Bubbles the Barbarian" (Locathah - Lvl 9) - Locathah Rising; Shai'ere Delatete (Githyanki Monk - Lvl 9) Rrakkma (deceased - MindFlayer); Saros Rockfoot (Deep Gnome Diviner - Lvl 5) - The Lost Kenku & One Grung Above; Tagret (Goliath Barbarian - Lvl 2) - Tales of Faerun;
The bartender responds to Grixeor's inquiry: "Sorry, no rooms tonight. We're all stocked up, as usual. Dang drunkards." (Not sure how you guys feel about swearing so I'll leave it out). He then moves over to the fireplace and throws some more wood in to keep it going for the patrons still inside.
Grixeor is overcome with an urge to speak with the dwarf and satyr laughing and talking in the corner.
The bartender calls out to everyone "last call for ale, get it now!"
Several men walk over to the bar for their last drink of the night, then head up to their rooms. There are now the 6 characters and 5 other patrons.
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Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Hearing that there are no vacancies Grixeor figures he will see what the others in the bar are doing, figuring that maybe one of them might know another hostel that has a room. Gesturing to the bartender he calls for another tankard and whatever the dwarf and satyr were drinking, and after handing over his coins grabs the drinks and offers them to the strange pair that is conversing "Well met......I am Grixeor, former citizen and soldier of Whitehelm....but now..." he thinks for a moment before shaking his head and continuing "....well now I am not so sure" he finishes, rubbing at a strange scar on his left palm. "What brings you here......?"
Abzerilan returns his mug to the bar and says, "I think I'm done for th' night," and pays his tab.
He overhears Grixeor talking at the nearby table , talking with a dwarf and a satyr. He approaches and sits them, "A fellow wayward man of arms, eh...? I get that feeling. The name's Abzerilan. I'm not from these parts. But, I do have some personal business. Just need a way of knowing where to go at this point."
Arkrius well move to the bar and get his first drink of the night, moving back to his table quickly where he begins to sip at it slowly. His eyes continue to scan the other people in the room with a bit of boredom showing on his face.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
A man enters the tavern. He wears plate armor, colored silver and gold. He wears a cloak to protect his face from the cold wind outside. He takes it off when he sees the fire in the corner. He approaches the bar and orders a drink. He scans the room briefly, and settles his gaze on the table with Thorin, Tikea, Abzerilan, and Grixeor. A sigh of relief escapes his mouth, which then turns up in a small smile. He approaches the group and says "hail, fair travelers. I ask you one favor, please hear me out. But first, do you know of any others in this tavern that may be able to listen as well?"
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Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Tikea nods at the two newcomers and accepts the drink Grixeor offers. "I'm Tikea. I'm just a traveler and musician who stopped here after a day of travel. Given that they have no rooms I had planned on just drinking till morning and letting future Tikea deal with the hangover, but apparently that's no longer an option," she jokes, only half serious.
(Just noticed the previous post.)
Tikea looks up at the armored man and shrugs. "Take your pick of those still awake," she says indicating to the mostly empty tavern. "There is that goblin over there, he's been staring daggers at everyone for most of the night."
Arkrius sees the look he is given as someone indicates him. His eyes look them over again with some suspicion. With slow and deliberately careful movements, the goblin slides out of the chair he has been occupying to move closer. "Is there something you wanted?" He asks, his accent very strange sounding even for a goblin.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
"Well met Grixeor and Abzerilan. I'm Thorin Ironfist. Come take a load off yer feet an' join us!"
To the traveller, "Well, there appears to be a half-elf (referring to Trinity) there in need of directions. An' my friend here mentioned that surly lookin' goblin in the corner already (referring to Arkrius)."
The armored man says to Arkrius, "yes, I need your assistance, kind goblin." He motions for him to sit, pulling up a chair for him.
He then motions over to Trinity to come and join them. At this point, the rest of the patrons in the tavern have left, and the bartender can be heard in the back cleaning and whatnot. He waits for you all to be seated before he speaks.
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Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Arkrius gives him the stink eye but moves to sit down in the offered chair, moving the chair so that h could keep his eyes on everyone at the table. "You have my attention for now..."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Performance roll from Thorin's help: 7
With the drinking, eating, song and dance several of the patrons pass out at the main tables, drunk. There are 15 patrons remaining by 9 o'clock (we started around 8). The tavern is more relaxed now, though there is still a fair amount of noise.
Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Please meet DrizSsap-Afein-Trin, better known as Trinity
In walks a wild woman. A short plump half-elf, with darker skin, showing her elf side is drow. Her hair is silver, and dirty and tangled, with one big dreadlock on one side of her head, and a the other side is a mess with different sized dreads, clearly she didn't plan her hair. She is wearing purple and black robes, carrying a wild looking staff. She looks lost and confused.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Arkrius continues to watch the rest of the patrons, seeming to be annoyed as of someone he was waiting for did not show up. He moves to go through the worn pack he had set on the floor, what like like animal pelts inside.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
As each of the adventurers enters the tavern, Thorin makes a note in his head of them. None look to be here to cause trouble, so far. But he looks around while taking a swig of his ale to see if anyone looks to up to no good. (Perception: 21)
(I'm going to assume that Tikea and Thorin have exchanged names after singing and drinking for some time.)
"Ah Tikea, yer a laugh lass! Not seen many like you before. It looks we've outdone the most already. Now it be a tad quieter, what brings a lass like you to the Laughing Halberd?"
Tikea laughs as most of the other have passed out. She takes a seat nearby, leaning back in the chair with her hooves up on the table. She shrugs at Thorin. "I dont know really. I've been travelling awhile, just going where the road takes me. The Laughing Halberd seemed like a good stop after a day of travel. And I cant resist a good party. You?"
As she is talking to Thorin she keeps an eye on the rest of the tavern, taking note of the other adventuring types that have entered.
Perception: 6
Thorin laughs, "It seems we share a love of the road Tikea! I'm a wanderer me'self. An I love a good drink o' ale time ta time. Gotta make sure I'm well stocked." He pats one of the water skins at his side.
As the evening wears on, a new patron can be seen entering through the tavern door, clearly travel weary and clothes and armor worse for the time spent on the road. Without paying too much attention to others, he approaches the bar and when noticed orders a meal and a tankard of ale and enquires about a room for the night, before wearily finding a seat where he can find a space, his eyes absently taking in the other patrons while finishes his food and drink.
For those that take notice, Grix appears to be a native of the island in his early twenties, having black hair and blue eyes, and is clad in dusty scale mail, with a rapier at his side and a halberd and shield slung across his back, and the bearing of someone from a military background. Something in his eyes however, which are somewhat haunted, gives you the impression that there is something more to this traveller.
"Bubbles the Barbarian" (Locathah - Lvl 9) - Locathah Rising; Shai'ere Delatete (Githyanki Monk - Lvl 9) Rrakkma (deceased - MindFlayer); Saros Rockfoot (Deep Gnome Diviner - Lvl 5) - The Lost Kenku & One Grung Above; Tagret (Goliath Barbarian - Lvl 2) - Tales of Faerun;
The bartender responds to Grixeor's inquiry: "Sorry, no rooms tonight. We're all stocked up, as usual. Dang drunkards." (Not sure how you guys feel about swearing so I'll leave it out). He then moves over to the fireplace and throws some more wood in to keep it going for the patrons still inside.
Grixeor is overcome with an urge to speak with the dwarf and satyr laughing and talking in the corner.
The bartender calls out to everyone "last call for ale, get it now!"
Several men walk over to the bar for their last drink of the night, then head up to their rooms. There are now the 6 characters and 5 other patrons.
Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Hearing that there are no vacancies Grixeor figures he will see what the others in the bar are doing, figuring that maybe one of them might know another hostel that has a room. Gesturing to the bartender he calls for another tankard and whatever the dwarf and satyr were drinking, and after handing over his coins grabs the drinks and offers them to the strange pair that is conversing "Well met......I am Grixeor, former citizen and soldier of Whitehelm....but now..." he thinks for a moment before shaking his head and continuing "....well now I am not so sure" he finishes, rubbing at a strange scar on his left palm. "What brings you here......?"
"Bubbles the Barbarian" (Locathah - Lvl 9) - Locathah Rising; Shai'ere Delatete (Githyanki Monk - Lvl 9) Rrakkma (deceased - MindFlayer); Saros Rockfoot (Deep Gnome Diviner - Lvl 5) - The Lost Kenku & One Grung Above; Tagret (Goliath Barbarian - Lvl 2) - Tales of Faerun;
Abzerilan returns his mug to the bar and says, "I think I'm done for th' night," and pays his tab.
He overhears Grixeor talking at the nearby table , talking with a dwarf and a satyr. He approaches and sits them, "A fellow wayward man of arms, eh...? I get that feeling. The name's Abzerilan. I'm not from these parts. But, I do have some personal business. Just need a way of knowing where to go at this point."
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Arkrius well move to the bar and get his first drink of the night, moving back to his table quickly where he begins to sip at it slowly. His eyes continue to scan the other people in the room with a bit of boredom showing on his face.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
A man enters the tavern. He wears plate armor, colored silver and gold. He wears a cloak to protect his face from the cold wind outside. He takes it off when he sees the fire in the corner. He approaches the bar and orders a drink. He scans the room briefly, and settles his gaze on the table with Thorin, Tikea, Abzerilan, and Grixeor. A sigh of relief escapes his mouth, which then turns up in a small smile. He approaches the group and says "hail, fair travelers. I ask you one favor, please hear me out. But first, do you know of any others in this tavern that may be able to listen as well?"
Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Tikea nods at the two newcomers and accepts the drink Grixeor offers. "I'm Tikea. I'm just a traveler and musician who stopped here after a day of travel. Given that they have no rooms I had planned on just drinking till morning and letting future Tikea deal with the hangover, but apparently that's no longer an option," she jokes, only half serious.
(Just noticed the previous post.)
Tikea looks up at the armored man and shrugs. "Take your pick of those still awake," she says indicating to the mostly empty tavern. "There is that goblin over there, he's been staring daggers at everyone for most of the night."
Arkrius sees the look he is given as someone indicates him. His eyes look them over again with some suspicion. With slow and deliberately careful movements, the goblin slides out of the chair he has been occupying to move closer. "Is there something you wanted?" He asks, his accent very strange sounding even for a goblin.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Well met Grixeor and Abzerilan. I'm Thorin Ironfist. Come take a load off yer feet an' join us!"
To the traveller, "Well, there appears to be a half-elf (referring to Trinity) there in need of directions. An' my friend here mentioned that surly lookin' goblin in the corner already (referring to Arkrius)."
And Trinity is in need of directions she looks like a fish out of water, very confused over the exchange of shiny disks for odd smelling drinks.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
The armored man says to Arkrius, "yes, I need your assistance, kind goblin." He motions for him to sit, pulling up a chair for him.
He then motions over to Trinity to come and join them. At this point, the rest of the patrons in the tavern have left, and the bartender can be heard in the back cleaning and whatnot. He waits for you all to be seated before he speaks.
Characters: Lar-Dun Vanthaft - Human Warlock - Yawning Portal with Artymis, Moril - Tiefling Sorcerer - Dragondenn's Dragonlords, Paquinal Dalanthan - Eladrin Wizard - ShadowThorn's Out of the Abyss
Campaigns: Rod of Nankon, Darkness Reborn, Dungeonverse, Alycron - A Cosmic Horror West Marches (Co-DMing), One-on-Ones
Interested in what this armored man as to say, Abzerilan takes a seat at the table.
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Arkrius gives him the stink eye but moves to sit down in the offered chair, moving the chair so that h could keep his eyes on everyone at the table. "You have my attention for now..."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)