“In the middle of Oakhurst a booming trade town. There is a tavern, The Yawning Portal, famous for its hard ale, there are rumors of a Citadel in the bottom of a ravine. Of a crazed dragon cult who inhabits the citadel. And of a party of missing adventures who traveled there. And now weather by luck or date you five stand in The Yawning Portal.”
*bane, standing on top of his gnome friends, looking about the size of a human, sits across from the barkeep, in a chair, he is wearing a dark robe to hide his two friends, he sits down and says* “a drink for me and my friends” *and with that, his friends come out of the robe and sit next to him, and bane stuffs the robe in his pack*
Sitting at a table in the corner is a pale halfling with brown hair and hazel eyes. He has several empty ale mugs in front of him, waving the serving girl over for yet another refill. He wears leather armor, has on woodland clothes, and has a scimitar belted at his side. A shield is strapped to a pack that lays near his chair, and a quarterstaff leans against the wall nearby.
Jannik sits in the most quiet place he could find. On his table there are only a glass of water and and multiple scroll cases. Jannick himself is currently scribbling on a piece of paper. He wears dark clothes with a long turqoise vest reaching his knees. He wears round glasses and seems to be unarmed.
Sitting at the bar is Sylfyr, a half-elf with short brown hair. He is fiddling with a copper ring with crystal embedded in it whilst drinking his first round of ale. He is wearing leather armour and dusty clothes with a mace in a bag at his feet. He'll try to catch the barkeep's attention to ask if he knew the adventurers that have gone missing.
Walking into the Yawning Portal, Wakka rubs at his temples trying to massage the head pain away while trying to discover whether the cause of his discomfort was from a hangover, his recurring migraines or a bar fight he'd won the night before. Giving up he sits down at the bar and asks for his first ale of the day while placing his shield and pack on the ground. Wearing a hooded green coat over boiled leathers, Wakka scratches at his braids absentmindedly before offering a yawn and checking his coin pouch; realizing that he was low on funds once again.
“Suddenly the tavern door bursts open! A man In torn leather armor come scrambling in the door. He has bruises and cuts across his body. He hides under one of the taverns table. After that three goblins walk in the tavern. Two goblins approach he while the other goblin glares at the patrons in the tavern.
Cade frowns at the goblins as he sets his half-drained mug on the table. "What you about?" He asks in a soft voice, one that seems to not get used much.
Mind-to-mind he speaks to one of the two headed towards the guy under the table.
"Best not harm him..." The voice would sound in the goblin's head, but he shouldn't know where it came from.
Wakka turns around at the commotion in the other part of the tavern. When he sees one of the goblins glaring in his direction, he stares back wondering if he was about to get in bar fight for the second day in a row.
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"I call you a down right dirty liar." Cade says in a bit of a slur from his multiple drinks. He pushes up from his table and glares back at the goblin.
Con save for ale (if DM cares...): 6
(Appears he can hold is ale fairly well, today at least... lol.)
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Moving out of the darkened corner, Emrys strides forth with a hand upon his sword to stand behind the Goblin. He has a military bearing and a leathery, tanned skin from years in the sun and hard campaigning, dark hair, hard blue eyes, and a closely cropped beard. His equipment is used, but well maintained.
"Goblins. Lies come out of there mouth with every breath. I'll have the truth from you."
“We maybe I am.” Snarls back the goblin. As you turn around you see the two other goblins have stopped approaching the man and have now started looking at you and drawing their blades.
*the gnomes jump back on eachother, sprocket on top, they pull out their warhammer and get ready for a fight, dropping whatever drinks they might have had*
"Appears I am not the only one who mistrusts your word..." Cade says, nodding to the leathery-skinned man who just walked out behind the goblin as well. Cade stands firm, waiting to see if these goblins are going to start something here in the tavern or not.
“In the middle of Oakhurst a booming trade town. There is a tavern, The Yawning Portal, famous for its hard ale, there are rumors of a Citadel in the bottom of a ravine. Of a crazed dragon cult who inhabits the citadel. And of a party of missing adventures who traveled there. And now weather by luck or date you five stand in The Yawning Portal.”
*bane, standing on top of his gnome friends, looking about the size of a human, sits across from the barkeep, in a chair, he is wearing a dark robe to hide his two friends, he sits down and says* “a drink for me and my friends” *and with that, his friends come out of the robe and sit next to him, and bane stuffs the robe in his pack*
Sitting at a table in the corner is a pale halfling with brown hair and hazel eyes. He has several empty ale mugs in front of him, waving the serving girl over for yet another refill. He wears leather armor, has on woodland clothes, and has a scimitar belted at his side. A shield is strapped to a pack that lays near his chair, and a quarterstaff leans against the wall nearby.
Jannik sits in the most quiet place he could find. On his table there are only a glass of water and and multiple scroll cases. Jannick himself is currently scribbling on a piece of paper. He wears dark clothes with a long turqoise vest reaching his knees. He wears round glasses and seems to be unarmed.
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Sitting at the bar is Sylfyr, a half-elf with short brown hair. He is fiddling with a copper ring with crystal embedded in it whilst drinking his first round of ale. He is wearing leather armour and dusty clothes with a mace in a bag at his feet. He'll try to catch the barkeep's attention to ask if he knew the adventurers that have gone missing.
Walking into the Yawning Portal, Wakka rubs at his temples trying to massage the head pain away while trying to discover whether the cause of his discomfort was from a hangover, his recurring migraines or a bar fight he'd won the night before. Giving up he sits down at the bar and asks for his first ale of the day while placing his shield and pack on the ground. Wearing a hooded green coat over boiled leathers, Wakka scratches at his braids absentmindedly before offering a yawn and checking his coin pouch; realizing that he was low on funds once again.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
“Suddenly the tavern door bursts open! A man In torn leather armor come scrambling in the door. He has bruises and cuts across his body. He hides under one of the taverns table. After that three goblins walk in the tavern. Two goblins approach he while the other goblin glares at the patrons in the tavern.
Cade frowns at the goblins as he sets his half-drained mug on the table. "What you about?" He asks in a soft voice, one that seems to not get used much.
Mind-to-mind he speaks to one of the two headed towards the guy under the table.
"Best not harm him..." The voice would sound in the goblin's head, but he shouldn't know where it came from.
DeagomDenn
The goblin you spoke to telepathically looks behind him. He seems confused but not bothered by it.
The goblin you spoke to says “Don’t worry he just ate too many poisonous berries.
Pleas make an insight check.
Cade insight: 11
Wakka turns around at the commotion in the other part of the tavern. When he sees one of the goblins glaring in his direction, he stares back wondering if he was about to get in bar fight for the second day in a row.
Zoldier’s Curse of the Crimson Throne: DM/ Redii || Zoldier's Strange Aeon's: DM
DragonDenn
You can tell the goblin is lying about the reason for this man’s fright and probably has malefic intentions for that man.
"I call you a down right dirty liar." Cade says in a bit of a slur from his multiple drinks. He pushes up from his table and glares back at the goblin.
Con save for ale (if DM cares...): 6
(Appears he can hold is ale fairly well, today at least... lol.)
Moving out of the darkened corner, Emrys strides forth with a hand upon his sword to stand behind the Goblin. He has a military bearing and a leathery, tanned skin from years in the sun and hard campaigning, dark hair, hard blue eyes, and a closely cropped beard. His equipment is used, but well maintained.
"Goblins. Lies come out of there mouth with every breath. I'll have the truth from you."
Intimidation: 9
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
DragonDenn
“We maybe I am.” Snarls back the goblin. As you turn around you see the two other goblins have stopped approaching the man and have now started looking at you and drawing their blades.
*the gnomes jump back on eachother, sprocket on top, they pull out their warhammer and get ready for a fight, dropping whatever drinks they might have had*
Kasian_Armistus
The goblin backs up and and half mumbles “So you want to die to than too.” and draws his blade.
"Appears I am not the only one who mistrusts your word..." Cade says, nodding to the leathery-skinned man who just walked out behind the goblin as well. Cade stands firm, waiting to see if these goblins are going to start something here in the tavern or not.
Should we roll initiative?
The goblin mutters to himself “Okay than,” he shouts to the other goblins “Get him” as he leaps at Emrys.
Roll Denn, thisacount, and Kasian roll initiative!
If anyone else wants to join the fray. Also roll initiative.