It is a cold, foggy and moonless winter night in Ruthenia. The unpainted wooden structures stand as silent as the graves, piled high with stones in the village cemetery. The village is like a ghost town after nightfall. A curfew forces the highly superstitious folk home and into their beds, without even a flickering of candlelight left out to disturb the perfect blackness. One exception is the only Inn, and between the clanging of ale mugs and the din of chattering in the boisterous Golden Goat, a strong gale whistles through its foundations. Each one of you has just arrived and all the tables and stools are taken, except one, tucked away in the corner, hidden from the light and warmth of the hearth. Soon you are all seated at the table, four distinct individuals. Four destinies.
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Adventure's I've published on DMs Guild: The Temple of Bhaal - A gothic horror themed "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters. The Palace of Evendur - An ethereal fairy tale "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
Betrit hugs his mug closely. Grateful for the warmth in his belly but far from comfortable in even this small bit of civilization. He looks at the other individuals. Some are strange and he hasn't been this close to so many people in over a decade, and that's just counting the people at the table. His attempts to smile at these new companions fails as his overwhelming anxiety at dealing with so many people so suddenly morphs the smile into what can best be described as a sneer. "I'm..." his voice cracks and then he tries to cough it off. "I'm Betrit." Saying his name aloud reminds him of who he is and he manages to pull one dirty hand off his mug, leaving a clear, dirty hand impression on the mug. He shoves his hand towards the person on his right, with a slight tremble.
Jianyu pulls the hood back from his head revealing a cheerful Elven face and smooth shaven head. He gives Betrit an encouraging nod and a gentle smile as he grasps the man's hand. "Jianyu Mendoza" he states his name softly and clearly, though quite a bit louder than he would normally speak, so as to be heard by this assembled party over the din of the establishment.
He looks each person at the table in the eye with a smile and a bow of his head in greeting. Except one, to the tiefling girl he grins and winks. It seems they've already met.
Travel to Ruthenia was pleasant, though Tempest Doombringer came not for tourism, but with a mission in mind. Though she took the road, as it allowed quicker travel, she longed to walk among nature. Roads were a necessary evil in dark times like this. She noted the lack of people in the streets and sighed. The thought that the Vampire Queen was indeed real, not imagined by peasants, weighed heavily on her heart. Her grim face softened as she spotted a familiar sort in the corner. She was pleasantly surprised when she sat at the table with acquaintances rather than total strangers.
Tempest blushed slightly as Jianyu winked at her. Her cheeks turned a purplish hue due to her blue skin. "Jianyu." She nodded at him, it was like a seated bow. "Betrit." She nodded at the older dwarf. "I'm Tempest Doombringer of the Doombringer clan from Ar Toe," as she announced her family's name, she felt full of pride. Though she differed greatly from her family, she was still proud of their origins, the good works they bring to the world, and, of course, she loved them dearly. Her voice, which was typically breathy and light, always became deeper and prideful when she talked about her family.
The tiefling relaxed a bit, allowing her shoulders to slouch somewhat as she leaned against her chair. She rested her hands on the table and fiddled with a pink flower she picked along the way. It was cruel to rob nature of something so beautiful, and yet she couldn't help herself. Tempest still had much to learn at the Shrine of the Leaf.
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Garn stomped into the inn rather than walked. He was a young dwarf with a mighty scowl. Every day! Every day he labored at the mines, and every day he was kept like a mother hen. Come here, Garn. Maybe dig over there next where it's not so far, Garn. He was a man grown, but his parents treated him like a toddler. Still fuming he got his drink and realized the place was full.
With an unhappy snort he realized the place was near to full. No doubt it was because of the Princess. He plopped himself at the last free table, rising a small cloud of dust. Garn was still filthy from his work, but it was honest work and honest sweat. Some of the faces with him were familiar, others were not. His mug was raised in their general direction and he took a long drink. "Garn." The way he voiced it almost sounded like a challenge as he took another long draw.
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"Garn! What have I told you about dirtying up my Common Room!", a voice booms out from somewhere near the bar. As she approaches you recognise it belongs to Amber Strakeln, the Innkeeper of the Golden Goat. A particularly robust and grey haired dwarf lady approaches the table with a disagreeing scowl. She raises the large brush in her hand and starts pointing it at Garn. "I've a good mind to turn down your custom! Only your poor mother deserves a break from you and your temper tantrums!"
She suddenly pauses to glance over the rest of you.
"Are these friends of yours?" She asks suspiciously.
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Garn heard the voice and hunkered down a little bit, his hands gamely clamped around his mug in preparation of it being taken away. From one bossy lady to another, it seemed. Truth was if he went home to wash then he'd never make it back here. Strike out on his own after dark? They had some ale at home, Garn, drink here! Much easier to come here directly after work and be done with it. The scowl deepened as she kept it up.
"She needs a break from me? I need a break from her!" Garn dragged a hand through his hair in frustration. How was this so hard to see? The woman was a tyrant, and she was in league with the rest of them. They were a brood of conspiring mother hens. It was then that he realized she'd asked another question, and that perhaps his outburst would lose him his drink. Garn was not the best at action consequence analysis.
"I know some... most of them!" Here he looked to the party with the look that universally said 'help me out here, pals.'
Betrit suddenly felt self conscious, he had forgotten city life and suddenly he realized how unclean he was. Not just the old dirt caked on his body and clothes, or the new bits of dirt that always found itself in his shoes, or the twig bits stuck in his hair and beard. Betrit hadn't washed since the last rain... two moons... no, three moons ago. He slid the mug of ale under the table, afraid this woman might take it away once she saw how dirty it was.
He looked at Tempest, strange as she was, she seemed friendly at least. His voice was rough even when he whispered to her, "Ye, might want to help lass. I doint think me help will be that great here..." His voice caught in his throat as he saw how filthy the hand of Tempest that he had shaken was.
He slumped back into his chair and began to mumble about how he should have stayed in the wilderness
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Jianyu, sees his companions reluctance. He, stands and hops gracefully over the table. He approaches the innkeeper. Jianyu bows low before holding out his left hand, gesturing toward an open area of the room with the other in a clear invitation to dance. (Persuasion: 8 to dance)
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Garn's outburst would be shocking to most, but Tempest has had a few run-ins with the young dwarf (relatively young, as he was older than Tempest). He had quite the temper, and Tempest found it endearing in a way. Perhaps because it reminded her of her uncle Pain Doombringer.
Tempest heard Betrit's suggestion out. There was a chance she could be of use. She gazed at the woman and observed Jianyu extend a hand out to her in hopes of dancing with her. How strange! Elves were definitely in their own league. She studied the innkeeper for a moment, hoping to learn a bit more about her nature from the subtleties most don't consider.
(Rolling Insight to see how Tempest could resolve the situation or pick up on anything that might help in general with talking to her. 6)
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During a brief silence that follows Garn's outbust, Amber Strakelm's nostrils began to flare, as though she has suddenly caught the wiff of a peculiar smell. You all discern this is most likely the strong, earthy smell emanating from Betrit. Amber's gase begins to lower toward Betrit, her eyes locking on him, scrutinising him. She is suddenly interrupted as Jianyu hops before her with his proposal to dance. Amber's fleshy jowls drop in disapproval, she eyes Jianyu up and down carefully before addressing him. "Well it's true what they say. There really is no telling what an Elf will do next." Tempest watches insight fully from her seat at the table and begins to realise that what at first appears to be a salty temperament from the innkeeper is simply an overwhelming motherly nature. Amber Strakelm seems to have a high regard for community and her overprotective nature is perhaps often mistaken for a fiery temper.
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Adventure's I've published on DMs Guild: The Temple of Bhaal - A gothic horror themed "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters. The Palace of Evendur - An ethereal fairy tale "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
Tempest grins as she notes the woman's motherly nature. Her fury was a real concern and worry for those around her. Perhaps not a gentle soul, but the innkeeper was truly a kind woman expressing herself the best she could. Tempest laughed at Amber's observation about Jianyu, and softly spoke up, "It is especially true of Jianyu, he is a bit of a character." She rolled her eyes without thinking as she shook her head at Jianyu's antics. He could be embarrassing, but she couldn't deny it was charming in its own way.
The tiefling looked to Garn, then back to the innkeeper, "I apologize for my friends, dear lady. It is a rough night outside. I believe... a certain issue is weighing heavily upon us all." Tempest isn't quite comfortable enough to point out the obvious but hopes the dwarven woman may understand. "To be honest, I hope I may be able to discuss it with my friends here... I'm on a personal mission..."
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Jianyu looks back to his new companions and shrugs. His attempts to distract the innkeeper's ire having apparently only lightened her mood slightly. That task is better suited to a more charismatic member of their group. It looks like there isn't really a people person in this group. Of course, there's little chance of talking your way out of supper with a vampire...
Betrit merely waits until the innkeep leaves. He wants to ask Tempest about this personal mission but he doesn't want to be overheard... he also doesn't want the ire of the innkeep on him. He reaches into his pocket and lightly strokes Branka's tusk, he hope she's doing better outside than he is inside.
Garn's mouth dropped when the elf leapt to his feet and tried to dance. Suicide was a word that came to mind, she would pick that poor man up and snap himself half. Garn wasn't complaining, it wouldn't be him getting roasted over the coals... for once.
Tempest quickly interceded, and he quickly, solemnly nodded. She had to be talking about the missing villagers and princess. Making Amber think that he was just so upset over them would be a good thing. That lasted for about two seconds, because she mentioned a personal mission. Now his eyes widened in excitement. A personal mission? More like a golden ticket out of here! He could go with her to help. Now that he was thinking about it, the mission had to be finding the missing people. Betrit wouldn't have to wait or ask.
"What personal mission? Let's go!" He drained the cup of ale, clearly ready to grab his stuff. No time like the present, and delaying meant word could get back to his mother.
"Don't tell me your going... ", Amber is suddenly interrupted by a piercing scream coming from outside the inn. The entire common room drops silent and turns toward the sound.
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"Er, yes, a personal-" Then the scream echoed from outside.
Tempest's companions scurried out to investigate the scream. Tempest worried deeply and hoped the scream was the result of a moderately painful accident rather than what her heart feared. She looked to the innkeeper with a soft smile, "Sorry for the mess, miss. Please stay safe indoors..." and followed close behind the others. She did not need to try to peer over shoulders being one of the tallest among these dwarves aside from Jianyu.
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd[Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player] Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale Ru's Current Status
Garn opened his mouth to argue with the innkeeper when the scream erupted. He bolted after the rest of them, he wouldn't be outdone! Any action was better than sitting and stewing. He kept his axe strapped to his back as a precaution, and pulled it off. If the Vampire Queen was here abducting people he'd end it here and now!
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It is a cold, foggy and moonless winter night in Ruthenia. The unpainted wooden structures stand as silent as the graves, piled high with stones in the village cemetery. The village is like a ghost town after nightfall. A curfew forces the highly superstitious folk home and into their beds, without even a flickering of candlelight left out to disturb the perfect blackness. One exception is the only Inn, and between the clanging of ale mugs and the din of chattering in the boisterous Golden Goat, a strong gale whistles through its foundations. Each one of you has just arrived and all the tables and stools are taken, except one, tucked away in the corner, hidden from the light and warmth of the hearth. Soon you are all seated at the table, four distinct individuals. Four destinies.
Adventure's I've published on DMs Guild:
The Temple of Bhaal - A gothic horror themed "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
The Palace of Evendur - An ethereal fairy tale "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
My DnD Play Podcast:
Monday Night Smite: a D&D Play Podcast
Betrit hugs his mug closely. Grateful for the warmth in his belly but far from comfortable in even this small bit of civilization. He looks at the other individuals. Some are strange and he hasn't been this close to so many people in over a decade, and that's just counting the people at the table. His attempts to smile at these new companions fails as his overwhelming anxiety at dealing with so many people so suddenly morphs the smile into what can best be described as a sneer. "I'm..." his voice cracks and then he tries to cough it off. "I'm Betrit." Saying his name aloud reminds him of who he is and he manages to pull one dirty hand off his mug, leaving a clear, dirty hand impression on the mug. He shoves his hand towards the person on his right, with a slight tremble.
Jianyu pulls the hood back from his head revealing a cheerful Elven face and smooth shaven head. He gives Betrit an encouraging nod and a gentle smile as he grasps the man's hand. "Jianyu Mendoza" he states his name softly and clearly, though quite a bit louder than he would normally speak, so as to be heard by this assembled party over the din of the establishment.
He looks each person at the table in the eye with a smile and a bow of his head in greeting. Except one, to the tiefling girl he grins and winks. It seems they've already met.
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Travel to Ruthenia was pleasant, though Tempest Doombringer came not for tourism, but with a mission in mind. Though she took the road, as it allowed quicker travel, she longed to walk among nature. Roads were a necessary evil in dark times like this. She noted the lack of people in the streets and sighed. The thought that the Vampire Queen was indeed real, not imagined by peasants, weighed heavily on her heart. Her grim face softened as she spotted a familiar sort in the corner. She was pleasantly surprised when she sat at the table with acquaintances rather than total strangers.
Tempest blushed slightly as Jianyu winked at her. Her cheeks turned a purplish hue due to her blue skin. "Jianyu." She nodded at him, it was like a seated bow. "Betrit." She nodded at the older dwarf. "I'm Tempest Doombringer of the Doombringer clan from Ar Toe," as she announced her family's name, she felt full of pride. Though she differed greatly from her family, she was still proud of their origins, the good works they bring to the world, and, of course, she loved them dearly. Her voice, which was typically breathy and light, always became deeper and prideful when she talked about her family.
The tiefling relaxed a bit, allowing her shoulders to slouch somewhat as she leaned against her chair. She rested her hands on the table and fiddled with a pink flower she picked along the way. It was cruel to rob nature of something so beautiful, and yet she couldn't help herself. Tempest still had much to learn at the Shrine of the Leaf.
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Garn stomped into the inn rather than walked. He was a young dwarf with a mighty scowl. Every day! Every day he labored at the mines, and every day he was kept like a mother hen. Come here, Garn. Maybe dig over there next where it's not so far, Garn. He was a man grown, but his parents treated him like a toddler. Still fuming he got his drink and realized the place was full.
With an unhappy snort he realized the place was near to full. No doubt it was because of the Princess. He plopped himself at the last free table, rising a small cloud of dust. Garn was still filthy from his work, but it was honest work and honest sweat. Some of the faces with him were familiar, others were not. His mug was raised in their general direction and he took a long drink. "Garn." The way he voiced it almost sounded like a challenge as he took another long draw.
[Any one who currently has a mug of ale, deduct 4 copper pieces from your wealth]
"Garn! What have I told you about dirtying up my Common Room!", a voice booms out from somewhere near the bar. As she approaches you recognise it belongs to Amber Strakeln, the Innkeeper of the Golden Goat. A particularly robust and grey haired dwarf lady approaches the table with a disagreeing scowl. She raises the large brush in her hand and starts pointing it at Garn. "I've a good mind to turn down your custom! Only your poor mother deserves a break from you and your temper tantrums!"
She suddenly pauses to glance over the rest of you.
"Are these friends of yours?" She asks suspiciously.
Adventure's I've published on DMs Guild:
The Temple of Bhaal - A gothic horror themed "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
The Palace of Evendur - An ethereal fairy tale "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
My DnD Play Podcast:
Monday Night Smite: a D&D Play Podcast
Garn heard the voice and hunkered down a little bit, his hands gamely clamped around his mug in preparation of it being taken away. From one bossy lady to another, it seemed. Truth was if he went home to wash then he'd never make it back here. Strike out on his own after dark? They had some ale at home, Garn, drink here! Much easier to come here directly after work and be done with it. The scowl deepened as she kept it up.
"She needs a break from me? I need a break from her!" Garn dragged a hand through his hair in frustration. How was this so hard to see? The woman was a tyrant, and she was in league with the rest of them. They were a brood of conspiring mother hens. It was then that he realized she'd asked another question, and that perhaps his outburst would lose him his drink. Garn was not the best at action consequence analysis.
"I know some... most of them!" Here he looked to the party with the look that universally said 'help me out here, pals.'
Betrit suddenly felt self conscious, he had forgotten city life and suddenly he realized how unclean he was. Not just the old dirt caked on his body and clothes, or the new bits of dirt that always found itself in his shoes, or the twig bits stuck in his hair and beard. Betrit hadn't washed since the last rain... two moons... no, three moons ago. He slid the mug of ale under the table, afraid this woman might take it away once she saw how dirty it was.
He looked at Tempest, strange as she was, she seemed friendly at least. His voice was rough even when he whispered to her, "Ye, might want to help lass. I doint think me help will be that great here..." His voice caught in his throat as he saw how filthy the hand of Tempest that he had shaken was.
He slumped back into his chair and began to mumble about how he should have stayed in the wilderness
Jianyu, sees his companions reluctance. He, stands and hops gracefully over the table. He approaches the innkeeper. Jianyu bows low before holding out his left hand, gesturing toward an open area of the room with the other in a clear invitation to dance. (Persuasion: 8 to dance)
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Garn's outburst would be shocking to most, but Tempest has had a few run-ins with the young dwarf (relatively young, as he was older than Tempest). He had quite the temper, and Tempest found it endearing in a way. Perhaps because it reminded her of her uncle Pain Doombringer.
Tempest heard Betrit's suggestion out. There was a chance she could be of use. She gazed at the woman and observed Jianyu extend a hand out to her in hopes of dancing with her. How strange! Elves were definitely in their own league. She studied the innkeeper for a moment, hoping to learn a bit more about her nature from the subtleties most don't consider.
(Rolling Insight to see how Tempest could resolve the situation or pick up on anything that might help in general with talking to her. 6)
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
During a brief silence that follows Garn's outbust, Amber Strakelm's nostrils began to flare, as though she has suddenly caught the wiff of a peculiar smell. You all discern this is most likely the strong, earthy smell emanating from Betrit. Amber's gase begins to lower toward Betrit, her eyes locking on him, scrutinising him. She is suddenly interrupted as Jianyu hops before her with his proposal to dance.
Amber's fleshy jowls drop in disapproval, she eyes Jianyu up and down carefully before addressing him.
"Well it's true what they say. There really is no telling what an Elf will do next."
Tempest watches insight fully from her seat at the table and begins to realise that what at first appears to be a salty temperament from the innkeeper is simply an overwhelming motherly nature. Amber Strakelm seems to have a high regard for community and her overprotective nature is perhaps often mistaken for a fiery temper.
Adventure's I've published on DMs Guild:
The Temple of Bhaal - A gothic horror themed "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
The Palace of Evendur - An ethereal fairy tale "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
My DnD Play Podcast:
Monday Night Smite: a D&D Play Podcast
Tempest grins as she notes the woman's motherly nature. Her fury was a real concern and worry for those around her. Perhaps not a gentle soul, but the innkeeper was truly a kind woman expressing herself the best she could. Tempest laughed at Amber's observation about Jianyu, and softly spoke up, "It is especially true of Jianyu, he is a bit of a character." She rolled her eyes without thinking as she shook her head at Jianyu's antics. He could be embarrassing, but she couldn't deny it was charming in its own way.
The tiefling looked to Garn, then back to the innkeeper, "I apologize for my friends, dear lady. It is a rough night outside. I believe... a certain issue is weighing heavily upon us all." Tempest isn't quite comfortable enough to point out the obvious but hopes the dwarven woman may understand. "To be honest, I hope I may be able to discuss it with my friends here... I'm on a personal mission..."
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Jianyu looks back to his new companions and shrugs. His attempts to distract the innkeeper's ire having apparently only lightened her mood slightly. That task is better suited to a more charismatic member of their group. It looks like there isn't really a people person in this group. Of course, there's little chance of talking your way out of supper with a vampire...
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Betrit merely waits until the innkeep leaves. He wants to ask Tempest about this personal mission but he doesn't want to be overheard... he also doesn't want the ire of the innkeep on him. He reaches into his pocket and lightly strokes Branka's tusk, he hope she's doing better outside than he is inside.
Garn's mouth dropped when the elf leapt to his feet and tried to dance. Suicide was a word that came to mind, she would pick that poor man up and snap himself half. Garn wasn't complaining, it wouldn't be him getting roasted over the coals... for once.
Tempest quickly interceded, and he quickly, solemnly nodded. She had to be talking about the missing villagers and princess. Making Amber think that he was just so upset over them would be a good thing. That lasted for about two seconds, because she mentioned a personal mission. Now his eyes widened in excitement. A personal mission? More like a golden ticket out of here! He could go with her to help. Now that he was thinking about it, the mission had to be finding the missing people. Betrit wouldn't have to wait or ask.
"What personal mission? Let's go!" He drained the cup of ale, clearly ready to grab his stuff. No time like the present, and delaying meant word could get back to his mother.
"Don't tell me your going... ", Amber is suddenly interrupted by a piercing scream coming from outside the inn. The entire common room drops silent and turns toward the sound.
Adventure's I've published on DMs Guild:
The Temple of Bhaal - A gothic horror themed "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
The Palace of Evendur - An ethereal fairy tale "one-shot" single session adventure for 1st level characters.
My DnD Play Podcast:
Monday Night Smite: a D&D Play Podcast
Jianyu, grabs his staff and bolts out the door to investigate.
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Worried for Branka's safety, Betrit rushes out the door. Handaxe drawn.
"Er, yes, a personal-" Then the scream echoed from outside.
Tempest's companions scurried out to investigate the scream. Tempest worried deeply and hoped the scream was the result of a moderately painful accident rather than what her heart feared. She looked to the innkeeper with a soft smile, "Sorry for the mess, miss. Please stay safe indoors..." and followed close behind the others. She did not need to try to peer over shoulders being one of the tallest among these dwarves aside from Jianyu.
DM: Adventures in Phandalin [Khessa], The Dread of Strahd [Darya], Dragons of Stormwreck Isle [Rook], Baldur's Gate Mysteries [4-Player]
Player: Oona in MO's Icewind Dale
Ru's Current Status
Garn opened his mouth to argue with the innkeeper when the scream erupted. He bolted after the rest of them, he wouldn't be outdone! Any action was better than sitting and stewing. He kept his axe strapped to his back as a precaution, and pulled it off. If the Vampire Queen was here abducting people he'd end it here and now!