"I'm sure the Archmage is a busy man, or woman or elf, whatever", Ankin interjects quickly. Best not to tempt fate; the Archmage might be expecting someone else.
Listening as Sebastian spoke, her brow furrows in confusion when Sebastian mentions that some were sent here by mentors. Is this why Nhimyrpointed me towards Greyhawk? Did he know this Archmage? As he continues speaking, she glances around the room to the others assembled, listening as some of them offer their names and agree to join in the efforts of this Archmage.
Is this what Nhimyrwanted? He sent me to find something and maybe this leads to it, but even if it doesn’t can I turn away from the chance to do good?
“If working for the Archmage can lead to more good in the world, if this is a chance to help others, then I must accept.” At first her voice was soft, but as she focused on her memory of her mentor, it grew clearer and once she finishes speaking, a determined smile grew on her face. Suddenly remembering the others in the room, she looks around again at the others. “Oh! And my name is Pomenia.”
"BANG" the contents of the table rattle a bit as a solid drawven fist slams down on its surface.
"Heh! Barnabus Ironheel at your service! Reward or not, when evil encroaches goodly folk must rise to challenge it regardless of the form it takes. My axe and shield are at your service!"
Jumping noisily to his feet and grabbing his tankard he hoists it high
"A salute to all of you who would accompany me on this grand and nobel cause!"
With that he drains the contents slamming the vessel down when finished to accentuate his excitement.
"Now he", thinks Ankin to himself after watching Barnabus' demonstration, "Looks like fun". He immediately starts thinking of ways to wind the dwarf up.
Athelynn, eating with prim and proper behavior. She says little, making little conversation if it is directed to her. She curiously eyes all of those at the table with her. She jumps when Barnabus hits the table. "Oh, my" she breathes and takes a drink of her wine. "I will accompany you,"she states and mumbles softer, "I fear I can not refuse." She then takes another drink.
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As the desserts are served conversation begins in earnest Sebastian responds to their various questions and concerns. "You will meet the Arch mage when the time is appropriate. I will be your contact person. please direct all of your questions, requests and concerns to me."He nods to Kyrian "an assignment can arrive at any time, some may last a day, some a year or more. in the meantime you will all be free to use the facilities here at the manor. You may of course find accomodations in the free city or anywhere in a 20 mile radius. The main thing is that you all be ready at a moments notice." At that Sebastian stands up. in light of the requirements we are prepared to offer each of you a number of benefits for the inconvenience on your time. we offer each of you 100 gold Orbs per month of service, all standard gear provided, A Suite in the Manor and full use of Manor amenities, Full healthcare coverage, A 5000 Gold Orb death benefit. one half of your training costs provided."
As Jassan nibbles on her dessert, she can’t help but be encouraged by the enthusiastic responses of Barnabus, Pomenia, and even Ankin. She just can’t quite shake the feeling that this is all somehow too good to be true. In all fairness though, she has detected only benign magic in this place so far. And of course, working against the forces of Luz, The Wicked One, is certainly a noble cause. Plus, these adventures would grant her invaluable experiences and skills, not to mention a healthy amount of gold. All of which will be essential when she does eventually return home to help safeguard her people.
“Well I will admit, I was skeptical at first, but now I am convinced. Anyone that can make a pastry this good must have the blessing of the gods indeed. I’m in!”, she says as she pops the last of her pastry into her mouth with a smile.
Broki unused to such rambunctious affairs and luxurious food looks at the noisy dwarf Barnabus curiously, and wonders whether he intends to shout his enemies to death but can't help but feel he would be useful ally in a tight spot.
She turns to Sebastian again, "Broki is always ready."She pats her bag by her chair. "Please find a task for us soon, one should only sit still when one is ambushing prey." Broki flexes her talons and begins to carve a pattern into the table surface.
Ankin observes the bird-lady - an uncommon sight for sure, even in this great cosmopolitan city - with barely disguised wonder. She seems impatient to get into a scrap. "Some scraps are easier won by avoiding them altogether", he muses to himself, thinking that between the bird-lady and the dwarf there might be a certain lack of finesse.
The evenings revelry lasts into the night as the companions get to know each other and commensurate on their shared situation. Through discussion with Sebastian they find that the Manor has several libraries for both research and general reading. There is a gymnasium, practice field, laboratory, gardens (herb, vegetable, and flower), a swimming pond, armory, stable and carriage house.
Eventually the evening ends. Sebastian begs leave to attend to matters that need attending to. Everyone is told that if they require anything in the morning (a saddled horse for an early ride, or a specific type of breakfast, etc,) they should let a member of the staff know this evening. And with that the evening comes to an end.
Athelynn wakes early, taking a walk of the grounds, visiting the gardens, pond, before going back inside to seek breakfast. She finds herself eager to begin whatever task the Archmage has seen fit to task them with.
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Kyrian doesn't sleep much, thanks to he is fey heritage, so he walks round the mansion for much of the night. he visits the armoury, then the practice field. he takes a short walk in the gardens before breakfast.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
With a slight grown and silent self admonishment Barnabus rises only to stumble back against the bed. The fog in his head reminds Barnabus that moderation should always be a consideration during festivities such as those at last nights gathering. Giving his whole body a good shake he clears the cobwebs from his mind and gets the blood flowing to his limbs. Head feeling cleared and body now more stable Barnabus gathers his gear. Unsure of what the day will hold he dons his armor and straps his shield to his back. With his condition steadily improving the dwarf grabs his axe and turns his attention to the other affliction affecting him.
"I wonder what kind of grub a hungry dwarf might scare up around here. " Barnabus puzzles as he make his way back to the dining room from the night before. Upon finding a member of the staff he requests a large breakfast of eggs, various fried meats, and griddle cakes. He digs in heartily a soon as the platter is delivered his lips smacking loudly as he devours the meal. This is how he is found as the others trickle in.
Ankin saunters in just behind Barnabus, ordering the same. Despite his slight frame, he seems to have no difficulty in matching the dwarf's appetite.
"So, Mister Barnabus, what do you make of this quest?", he fishes, wondering if the others have been told more than he and figuring that the dwarf is unlikely to hold back.
"Well Master, " a puzzled look flashes across Barnabus' face, "Ankin? Yes Ankin. I don't rightly know. Seems pretty good so far." Barnabus stuffs another load of food in his mouth. "mgurk, " Barnabus swallows hard and tries again " Mighty good food, good companions, and the chance to stand against those that would do harm. Seems like a mighty good life. But I'm more of a doer than a thinker me self so if ya got some doubts you just stay by me and I'll see ya through"
He gives Ankin a wink and attacks the food platter once more.
"I'm sure the Archmage is a busy man, or woman or elf, whatever", Ankin interjects quickly. Best not to tempt fate; the Archmage might be expecting someone else.
Listening as Sebastian spoke, her brow furrows in confusion when Sebastian mentions that some were sent here by mentors. Is this why Nhimyr pointed me towards Greyhawk? Did he know this Archmage? As he continues speaking, she glances around the room to the others assembled, listening as some of them offer their names and agree to join in the efforts of this Archmage.
Is this what Nhimyr wanted? He sent me to find something and maybe this leads to it, but even if it doesn’t can I turn away from the chance to do good?
“If working for the Archmage can lead to more good in the world, if this is a chance to help others, then I must accept.” At first her voice was soft, but as she focused on her memory of her mentor, it grew clearer and once she finishes speaking, a determined smile grew on her face. Suddenly remembering the others in the room, she looks around again at the others. “Oh! And my name is Pomenia.”
"BANG" the contents of the table rattle a bit as a solid drawven fist slams down on its surface.
"Heh! Barnabus Ironheel at your service! Reward or not, when evil encroaches goodly folk must rise to challenge it regardless of the form it takes. My axe and shield are at your service!"
Jumping noisily to his feet and grabbing his tankard he hoists it high
"A salute to all of you who would accompany me on this grand and nobel cause!"
With that he drains the contents slamming the vessel down when finished to accentuate his excitement.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
"Now he", thinks Ankin to himself after watching Barnabus' demonstration, "Looks like fun". He immediately starts thinking of ways to wind the dwarf up.
Kyrian sips at his wine and grimaces. it never tastes as good as it does in Faerie. "I too shall join. When do we get our first assignment?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Athelynn, eating with prim and proper behavior. She says little, making little conversation if it is directed to her. She curiously eyes all of those at the table with her. She jumps when Barnabus hits the table. "Oh, my" she breathes and takes a drink of her wine. "I will accompany you," she states and mumbles softer, "I fear I can not refuse." She then takes another drink.
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
As the desserts are served conversation begins in earnest Sebastian responds to their various questions and concerns. "You will meet the Arch mage when the time is appropriate. I will be your contact person. please direct all of your questions, requests and concerns to me."He nods to Kyrian "an assignment can arrive at any time, some may last a day, some a year or more. in the meantime you will all be free to use the facilities here at the manor. You may of course find accomodations in the free city or anywhere in a 20 mile radius. The main thing is that you all be ready at a moments notice." At that Sebastian stands up. in light of the requirements we are prepared to offer each of you a number of benefits for the inconvenience on your time. we offer each of you 100 gold Orbs per month of service, all standard gear provided, A Suite in the Manor and full use of Manor amenities, Full healthcare coverage, A 5000 Gold Orb death benefit. one half of your training costs provided."
As Jassan nibbles on her dessert, she can’t help but be encouraged by the enthusiastic responses of Barnabus, Pomenia, and even Ankin. She just can’t quite shake the feeling that this is all somehow too good to be true. In all fairness though, she has detected only benign magic in this place so far. And of course, working against the forces of Luz, The Wicked One, is certainly a noble cause. Plus, these adventures would grant her invaluable experiences and skills, not to mention a healthy amount of gold. All of which will be essential when she does eventually return home to help safeguard her people.
“Well I will admit, I was skeptical at first, but now I am convinced. Anyone that can make a pastry this good must have the blessing of the gods indeed. I’m in!”, she says as she pops the last of her pastry into her mouth with a smile.
"HaHA! This just gets better and better!" Barnabus exclaims as he once again rattles the crockery with a slap to the table top.
"Let us drink to our new found opportunity and our host!" Once again he proceeds to drain his just recently refilled cup.
"To our future endeavours! May they inspire songs aplenty! More mead!" He cries out as he slams the newly emptied flagon down upon the table.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Broki unused to such rambunctious affairs and luxurious food looks at the noisy dwarf Barnabus curiously, and wonders whether he intends to shout his enemies to death but can't help but feel he would be useful ally in a tight spot.
She turns to Sebastian again, "Broki is always ready." She pats her bag by her chair. "Please find a task for us soon, one should only sit still when one is ambushing prey." Broki flexes her talons and begins to carve a pattern into the table surface.
Ankin observes the bird-lady - an uncommon sight for sure, even in this great cosmopolitan city - with barely disguised wonder. She seems impatient to get into a scrap. "Some scraps are easier won by avoiding them altogether", he muses to himself, thinking that between the bird-lady and the dwarf there might be a certain lack of finesse.
Collingswood Manor
Sebastian
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The evenings revelry lasts into the night as the companions get to know each other and commensurate on their shared situation. Through discussion with Sebastian they find that the Manor has several libraries for both research and general reading. There is a gymnasium, practice field, laboratory, gardens (herb, vegetable, and flower), a swimming pond, armory, stable and carriage house.
Eventually the evening ends. Sebastian begs leave to attend to matters that need attending to. Everyone is told that if they require anything in the morning (a saddled horse for an early ride, or a specific type of breakfast, etc,) they should let a member of the staff know this evening. And with that the evening comes to an end.
And soon enough morning arrives...
Athelynn wakes early, taking a walk of the grounds, visiting the gardens, pond, before going back inside to seek breakfast. She finds herself eager to begin whatever task the Archmage has seen fit to task them with.
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
Kyrian doesn't sleep much, thanks to he is fey heritage, so he walks round the mansion for much of the night. he visits the armoury, then the practice field. he takes a short walk in the gardens before breakfast.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
With a slight grown and silent self admonishment Barnabus rises only to stumble back against the bed. The fog in his head reminds Barnabus that moderation should always be a consideration during festivities such as those at last nights gathering. Giving his whole body a good shake he clears the cobwebs from his mind and gets the blood flowing to his limbs. Head feeling cleared and body now more stable Barnabus gathers his gear. Unsure of what the day will hold he dons his armor and straps his shield to his back. With his condition steadily improving the dwarf grabs his axe and turns his attention to the other affliction affecting him.
"I wonder what kind of grub a hungry dwarf might scare up around here. " Barnabus puzzles as he make his way back to the dining room from the night before. Upon finding a member of the staff he requests a large breakfast of eggs, various fried meats, and griddle cakes. He digs in heartily a soon as the platter is delivered his lips smacking loudly as he devours the meal. This is how he is found as the others trickle in.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider
Ankin saunters in just behind Barnabus, ordering the same. Despite his slight frame, he seems to have no difficulty in matching the dwarf's appetite.
"So, Mister Barnabus, what do you make of this quest?", he fishes, wondering if the others have been told more than he and figuring that the dwarf is unlikely to hold back.
"Well Master, " a puzzled look flashes across Barnabus' face , "Ankin? Yes Ankin. I don't rightly know. Seems pretty good so far." Barnabus stuffs another load of food in his mouth. "mgurk, " Barnabus swallows hard and tries again " Mighty good food, good companions, and the chance to stand against those that would do harm. Seems like a mighty good life. But I'm more of a doer than a thinker me self so if ya got some doubts you just stay by me and I'll see ya through"
He gives Ankin a wink and attacks the food platter once more.
Rogue Quin Oberon /Mercer's Tavern
Ranger Rigel Foresyth /LMOP
Fighter Barnabus Ironheel /North lands campaign
Fighter Flynt McGraw /Stormraider