The group at hand was quiet mighty, and seemed strong. Megoddosh's worries were justified, though the willingness to join stave off any doubt.
"Duskseeker, Megoddosh, Lightfeather. We know where we're going and how to get there. I would say our odds are as good as any. Another warrior or two, and I think we can set off."
He looked about the group, wanting to know more about them, but not willing to pry. Besides, there would be time enough. He enjoyed his brew and awaited further assistance.
(To the card player) “We’re not paying, the mayor is. Decide if you’re coming or not.”
(To Tam) “I am Helena, and this is probably enough for bandits if everyone is coming. But that player over there... it seems like we could also use her but I don’t know why.”
(To the half and full elves offering) “If you would like to come, I would welcome you, I have no opinion against you as of now.”
Alex walks up to Cedar "I see you are a cartographer as well." She looks up at his redrawing of the map "Impressive, but mine highlights the land better" she holds up her own version of the map, it lacks color, but really outlines the landscape.
"Nice to meet you...Alex Lightfeather. I agree, your skill far outshines my humble picture. I simply wanted a reference that I could expand on. Maybe when I have explored more, you could help me redraw the big one." He points towards the map on the wall. After hearing her admonishment he smiles "Another adventurer I see. I too will join this hunt for the bandits, if you have need of a survivalist."
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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.
"If I go insane, I want you to kill me. The dead, they're the lucky ones."
He seems to have a very dreary look on the world.
"My, my, you are certainly quite the tortured soul." Dustseeker said, looking at the Aarakocra as if he was an interesting performance or an engrossing book. "I'm not so sure that the dead are as lucky as you might think you are. Oh, Death... It's such a boring idea. The body just stays still and rots when it could be singing or dancing. No Meg, I do believe we the living are the lucky ones, but if death is preferable to insanity to you, I guess that's your decision to make" He shrugs.
The elf picks some freshly dealt cards up off of the table, looks at them, and lets out a heavy sigh. He throws the carts into the middle of the table and looks back up at Helena, then at the pair of monks and any others gathered there. "You all are intent on getting yourselves killed, aren't you?" He sighs, stands, and makes a gesture toward the bartender. "Fine, I'll come watch your backs while you smack some of the horrors out there with your sticks and your steel, and then you'll ensure I get paid for the trouble." Swaying a bit and gripping the chair, the elf accepts a glass of water from the barkeep. He holds it up to Helena, smiles a sarcastic smile, and says "name's Fayn." "Where are we going and when do we leave?"
Caine watches how Tam, the halfling moves and breathes. They are different but the same. Tam obviously with a different master. A different school of movement. But still the same.
He bows again to Tam.
"Those who have twin roots sometimes become the strongest trees."
(OOC: Who are you counting as the group to deal with the bandits?)
Tam watches the graceful elf warily. So many tall folk around him he judges paths of escape but does return the elf's bow and replies quietly,
"Tam. Thank you for joining us."
He shoots Fayn another glance but then returns his focus to the tavern floor while Helena directs him.
(OOC: posted in the OOC thread with the names of bandit hunting team and requested a DM. Bandit group is full!))
Responding to Fayn’s theatrics the elf says, “I am Helena Liadon. According to what people are saying, the bandits are along the Old Road, so starting there is probably the best bet.”
Noticing Tam’s discomfort, she steps between him and the others. ”Tam, do you accept these people to come with us? I have no preference either way.”
Back in the Tavern, Horatio settles in and lets waves of information pass over him. A town infected, plagued by bandits, beset by wolves - all worthy endeavors for those of kind heart and noble spirit. Too bad, he thinks to himself, there are more important things afoot.
"Does anyone know where I might find Frankie Fourfingers? I'd buy an ale for whoever could help me find him. I'd love to hear his... stories... first hand."
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Morn stops at the door of the tavern to tap the mud and dirt from the road of his boots before entering. He looks around the room, An interesting place full of an eclectic group of individuals. He walks over to the bar, leaning back against it and looking around the room for anyone that might be looking for help. He wanders over to Horatio, as he hears him asking after a Freddie Fourfingers.
"Well met, tiefling," Morn bows his head as he approaches, "I don't know the whereabouts of this Freddie, however I have been employed in the past to aid in finding people and things. Morn Tallstag, diviner." He holds out his hand for Horatio in greeting.
(OOC - also rolling my portents here to start me out. Portent 1: 13 & Portent 2: 3)
A Pint is brought over shortly, and a few coins change hands (how much do I owe?) Horatio gently settles himself in next to this fellow customer, an intense gaze settling on him most heavily.
The fellow drains half the pint at one go, before lowering it and smacking his lips lustily.
"Yer new in town? Never met Frankie? Ah, well, I can't tell the story how he lost it as good as I can, but we call him Fourfingers on account of him missing the middle one. You find him, you flip him the middle one and tell him that's from his drinking buddies he left sitting alone."
He downs another quarter of his beer.
"Anyway, Frankie's always been the lucky sort, which you wouldn't think, with the missing finger and all, but you wake up in a bear den hungover and only missing a finger, you'd count yourself lucky too. He ain't afraid to head out looking for stuff on his own, well, just him and that dog of his. He always says that finger got in the way of his arrows anyway. Well, anyway, he came back pockets full of grimy old coin, it spent just fine, but folks was interested where at he came on it. He was hush, but eventually came out that he'd stumbled on an old lair. There'd always been rumor of a black dragon what used to call the Marsh home, but not for years and years."
He drains the pint.
"Where was I..."
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"Ah, that's right, got to drinking and got to bragging about the lair, then tried to hush everyone up about it, but at that point everyone knew what he'd been saying. He tried laying low for a bit, and it seems to have died down, but he's not been around in a bit. I'm hoping he was just carrying back so much stuff that his boots got stuck in the mud, but... well, it's dangerous out there."
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"Did he, perhaps, mention anything in particular about his whereabouts before his disappearance? And do you think that anyone might have held on to one of those coins he spent?"
"He was playing it pretty close, especially after everyone heard him bragging about it, they were teasing him pretty hard. Don't think most folks believe him. Maybe he did find something, maybe he just found a sack of coins in a cave. Most of the coin he brought back went right over there, he was buying rounds that night.", the fellow nods in the direction of the no nonsense barkeep.
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The group at hand was quiet mighty, and seemed strong. Megoddosh's worries were justified, though the willingness to join stave off any doubt.
"Duskseeker, Megoddosh, Lightfeather. We know where we're going and how to get there. I would say our odds are as good as any. Another warrior or two, and I think we can set off."
He looked about the group, wanting to know more about them, but not willing to pry. Besides, there would be time enough. He enjoyed his brew and awaited further assistance.
(Wisdom Save DC 14) 12
(To the card player) “We’re not paying, the mayor is. Decide if you’re coming or not.”
(To Tam) “I am Helena, and this is probably enough for bandits if everyone is coming. But that player over there... it seems like we could also use her but I don’t know why.”
(To the half and full elves offering) “If you would like to come, I would welcome you, I have no opinion against you as of now.”
"Nice to meet you...Alex Lightfeather. I agree, your skill far outshines my humble picture. I simply wanted a reference that I could expand on. Maybe when I have explored more, you could help me redraw the big one." He points towards the map on the wall. After hearing her admonishment he smiles "Another adventurer I see. I too will join this hunt for the bandits, if you have need of a survivalist."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"My, my, you are certainly quite the tortured soul." Dustseeker said, looking at the Aarakocra as if he was an interesting performance or an engrossing book. "I'm not so sure that the dead are as lucky as you might think you are. Oh, Death... It's such a boring idea. The body just stays still and rots when it could be singing or dancing. No Meg, I do believe we the living are the lucky ones, but if death is preferable to insanity to you, I guess that's your decision to make" He shrugs.
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The elf picks some freshly dealt cards up off of the table, looks at them, and lets out a heavy sigh. He throws the carts into the middle of the table and looks back up at Helena, then at the pair of monks and any others gathered there. "You all are intent on getting yourselves killed, aren't you?" He sighs, stands, and makes a gesture toward the bartender. "Fine, I'll come watch your backs while you smack some of the horrors out there with your sticks and your steel, and then you'll ensure I get paid for the trouble." Swaying a bit and gripping the chair, the elf accepts a glass of water from the barkeep. He holds it up to Helena, smiles a sarcastic smile, and says "name's Fayn." "Where are we going and when do we leave?"
Tam watches the graceful elf warily. So many tall folk around him he judges paths of escape but does return the elf's bow and replies quietly,
"Tam. Thank you for joining us."
He shoots Fayn another glance but then returns his focus to the tavern floor while Helena directs him.
(OOC: posted in the OOC thread with the names of bandit hunting team and requested a DM. Bandit group is full!))
Responding to Fayn’s theatrics the elf says, “I am Helena Liadon. According to what people are saying, the bandits are along the Old Road, so starting there is probably the best bet.”
Noticing Tam’s discomfort, she steps between him and the others. ”Tam, do you accept these people to come with us? I have no preference either way.”
A weathered pair of guards at the gate watch the wild haired half elf approach.
"You going out alone, friend?", one asks Saccarr.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
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Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Back in the Tavern, Horatio settles in and lets waves of information pass over him. A town infected, plagued by bandits, beset by wolves - all worthy endeavors for those of kind heart and noble spirit. Too bad, he thinks to himself, there are more important things afoot.
"Does anyone know where I might find Frankie Fourfingers? I'd buy an ale for whoever could help me find him. I'd love to hear his... stories... first hand."
Realizing that her spell only worked on Helena and that she is outvoted on the matter, Trinjya walks over to her.
"Thank you for your support, I'm sure we'll meet again. My name's Trinjya, remember it and good look, I want to hear your story when you are back."
She winks and leaves without giving Helena a chance to respond.
A surly looking local takes notice of Horatio's call for info on Frankie.
"Sure, you buy me a pint, I'll tell ye what I know about Frankie."
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Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
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"Well... ain't our job to keep folks from leaving...", he spits over the wall as they gesture you onward.
The second guard turns to him, "Bet you 5 silver that's the last we see of him."
The first guard snorts.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Morn stops at the door of the tavern to tap the mud and dirt from the road of his boots before entering. He looks around the room, An interesting place full of an eclectic group of individuals. He walks over to the bar, leaning back against it and looking around the room for anyone that might be looking for help. He wanders over to Horatio, as he hears him asking after a Freddie Fourfingers.
"Well met, tiefling," Morn bows his head as he approaches, "I don't know the whereabouts of this Freddie, however I have been employed in the past to aid in finding people and things. Morn Tallstag, diviner." He holds out his hand for Horatio in greeting.
(OOC - also rolling my portents here to start me out. Portent 1: 13 & Portent 2: 3)
A Pint is brought over shortly, and a few coins change hands (how much do I owe?) Horatio gently settles himself in next to this fellow customer, an intense gaze settling on him most heavily.
((Standard price for a pint of ale is 4cp.))
The fellow drains half the pint at one go, before lowering it and smacking his lips lustily.
"Yer new in town? Never met Frankie? Ah, well, I can't tell the story how he lost it as good as I can, but we call him Fourfingers on account of him missing the middle one. You find him, you flip him the middle one and tell him that's from his drinking buddies he left sitting alone."
He downs another quarter of his beer.
"Anyway, Frankie's always been the lucky sort, which you wouldn't think, with the missing finger and all, but you wake up in a bear den hungover and only missing a finger, you'd count yourself lucky too. He ain't afraid to head out looking for stuff on his own, well, just him and that dog of his. He always says that finger got in the way of his arrows anyway. Well, anyway, he came back pockets full of grimy old coin, it spent just fine, but folks was interested where at he came on it. He was hush, but eventually came out that he'd stumbled on an old lair. There'd always been rumor of a black dragon what used to call the Marsh home, but not for years and years."
He drains the pint.
"Where was I..."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
With a perfunctory snap of scarred hands, Horatio signs for a refill for his talkative new friend.
"Ah, that's right, got to drinking and got to bragging about the lair, then tried to hush everyone up about it, but at that point everyone knew what he'd been saying. He tried laying low for a bit, and it seems to have died down, but he's not been around in a bit. I'm hoping he was just carrying back so much stuff that his boots got stuck in the mud, but... well, it's dangerous out there."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"Did he, perhaps, mention anything in particular about his whereabouts before his disappearance? And do you think that anyone might have held on to one of those coins he spent?"
"He was playing it pretty close, especially after everyone heard him bragging about it, they were teasing him pretty hard. Don't think most folks believe him. Maybe he did find something, maybe he just found a sack of coins in a cave. Most of the coin he brought back went right over there, he was buying rounds that night.", the fellow nods in the direction of the no nonsense barkeep.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock