Hugh spends a lot of time in local taverns and is pretty popular due to his tavern brawling record. He might also know any criminals due to his occasional affiliation with the law.
Hey we could have an amazing “I want to arrest you but we work together” dynamic!
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she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
great and Lorilla is a rouge so most people there know each other so everyone but sullivan would know each other which makes this a lot easier
You are all in the head office and your inquiries into internships and franchise opportunities at Acquisitions incorporated have gone even better than you'd hoped. Ridiculous rumors talk about how prospective interns of Acq Inc Aren't always treated with respect dignity or care. Even more ridiculous tales of interns dying at an alarming rate are told throughout the city. Thankfully you don't believe a word of any of that
So far, everyone at Head Office has treated you with kindness, and even a bit of deference. You were shown into this elegant conference room, given fine food and drink, and asked to speak with none other than Omin Dran-founder and CEO of this august organization
you have some in game time to talk amongst yourselves in character
Lorilla sits on her chair, swinging her legs back and forth as she drinks some tea. She looks around to the other people that are here, wondering what was going on and also wondering if she had the time to tie everyone's shoelaces together before they'd notice.
Sullivan smiles over the rim of a cup of tea, generously provided by Omin Dran's personal staff. Having added the last few shavings of his own precious stock, brought back with his last few coins from his years abroad, he reflects on life's great pattern of endings and beginnings, as one is wont to do over a fine dark brew. Looking around the room, the sunburned dwarf's piercing blue eyes take in the others seated in this most stately sanctum. He feels out of place, shifting slightly in his finely made seat - after a great many years "roughing it" in the relative comfort and safety of his generously endowed base camp on the banks of the river Olung has all but rendered the well-furnished interior of Acq-Inc's Head Office as dark and daunting as the deepest, darkest of jungles. Still, that life is behind him, now. Only the future, for Sullivan Van Pithelm. He absent-mindedly fingers one of the straps on his tall, conical, yet wide-brimmed hat, of an unusual style that adds nearly six inches to his otherwise less than towering stature. Nearly as broad as he is tall, he is dressed in plain, tan fatigues that match his helmet in their rough, but clean, utilitarian fashion. He wears jewelry - not uncommon among wealthy dwarfs, but it is dull and relatively subtle in effect. One ear-ring, of a dull, nearly bronzed coloration, and one thick ring of gold, set with a heavy jewel in a square socket. His once-brown hair, now bleached to a gold-blond, ends in a short braid at the nape of his neck while his hair line flows seamlessly into full mutton-chop mustache, neatly trimmed and combed.
"So, it seems I am most the stranger here. It's been a pleasure meeting you all, though I am afraid too many hours in the hot sun has addled my wits when it comes to recalling names. Might we, eh, go over it once more? I'm Sully, or Dr. Sullivan Van Pithelm, if you feel you must be formal. I wouldn't bother, if I were you - you're just as likely to confuse me as anyone!" He grins broadly and returns to his cup, delicately taking along sip of the hot liquid.
This was definitely the right choice. Orlan thinks to himself as he samples the fine food and drink laid out for him. The fare wasn't quite as good as what he could get at home, but then again it was not easy to match the hospitality of the Spade household. Probably the shortest person in the room at three feet in height, the halfling's baby blue eyes barely crest the age of the able at which he sits. He is dressed what looks to be a silk shirt paired with a velvet tunic and breeches. His tousled straw blonde hair borders but does not quite step into the realm of the untidy.
As Orlan sips on his tea, the halfling eyes the others seated at the table. He nods as the dwarf introduces himself before gently setting down his cup. Sitting straight up, which serves to pull his nose above the lip of the table, Orlan takes his turn at the introductions, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Dr. Van Pithelm. I supposed I should go next. My name is Orlan Spade. Perhaps you have heard of me? My family runs Halfling's Half-priced Depot right here in Waterdeep. As it seems like we will be embarking on this enterprise together, I hope it will be profitable for all of us."
@DM Is there a campaign link for us to add our characters to?
Sully laughs with a rich chocolaty chortle. "Please! Please - I must insist. If you would call me a 'Dr.', just call me "Dr. Van P'. Or just 'Dr. P. Or, better yet, just Sully. Much more congenial, don't you think? Now, Spade... Spade... Where have I seen..."
He snaps his fingers, his eyes lighting up. "Of course! I've seen the ad! Down by the docks, on my way in - that great monstrosity of a board over... eh what was it? A warehouse? Dock exchange? Anyway - very clever design! Caught my attention for all of twenty seconds. Lovely."
Orlan grimaces then chuckles, "There are more than one of those boards across the city. Advertising you know. Have to get our name out there as my father always says. But the shop's actually in the middle of the Trade Ward, I doubt you could miss it."
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Manny tries to keep in his seat. His head moves like it is on a swivel as he looks around taking in as much as he can. He tries to listen to the conversation while taking in the sights. Finally, he turns to look at the other intern candidates with him. He feels a bit self-conscious after hearing one of them is a professor.
Manny, a young half-elf male in his 20s, dressed relatively well and his thick, well-muscled frame stretches the clothing a bit. His long hair is slicked back and is tied into a small ponytail. He tries to clean the tips of his boots with the back of his pants. "Yous guys ever met Mr. Omin?" he asks. "I neva met him before but heard lots about him."
”Nope,” Hugh says gruffly through his chewing. He was never one to pass up free food. Was it free? “Wheres the boss?” He finishes chewing before holding out his hand to the group saying “Hugh Silverford, pleases to make your acquaintance.”
Virem, who has been standing in the far corner of the room so far, finally speaks up.
”Are you all sure that your adventurers? All I’m seeing is street rats here” She says, mildly condescendingly
”Yeah, I think I might’ve heard of him” She says to manny. As she stops talking, she continues scanning the room, gauging for everyone’s threat to her.
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she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
@DM Is there a campaign link for us to add our characters to?
no but i dont think we need one but i can make it if you really think i need it
anyway to everyone:
It isn't long before the door to the conference room opens, and an intense-looking half-elf in plate armor enters. He wears a holy symbol of Tymora, the goddess of fortune around his neck. It's Omin Dran! With no introduction the CEO of Acquisitions Incorporated speaks.
"Thank you for answering my call so quickly. When the earthquake struck the city two days ago, damage was limited, but a sinkhole opened up a fissure beneath an abandoned warehouse in Dock Ward. Two City Watch guards entered to investigate but never came out. They're now feared dead, and the city watch has asked me to take over the investigation. But my schedule is complicated at the moment, so I'm delegating that job to you. As an experienced adventuring group, I have no doubt you can handle the task."
Before you have any chance to respond, Omin drops a hefty bag of coins onto the table. "The pay is 500 gold dragons for the group, with a 20% commission going to Acquisitions Incorporated as the broker. Go to the warehouse next to Jolly's Lamp Emporium down by the docks. Tell the City Watch guards down there that I sent you. Explore the fissure, learn the fate of the guards who went missing, and then come back to me with the signed City Watch papers confirming your completed work."
Then without another word, Omin Dran turns and leaves the room.
Virem gestures towards the money. “I’m not making myself a target by carrying that.” She says. “Any clue as to when we should leave?”
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she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Orlan reaches towards the bag of coins and pulls it towards himself, "I don't mind holding on to this if you don't want to," the halfling smiles in response to Virem.
Glancing at the gnome he shrugs, "I'm not too much of an adventurer myself. I'm more of a hunter of sorts. For sport you know? Exotic animals, monsters and the like? Any how I think we should do just fine don't you think?" They had been paid and he sure wasn't going to see his portion of the money returned.
@DM I recommend adding our sheets to a campaign because it would be helpful in helping remember who is who. In combat it would be helpful in identifying who needs healing as well.
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Manny's eyes go wide looking at the big bag of gold. when Lorrila speaks up Manny will put his hand up to the side of his mouth and stay to Lorrila, out the side of his mouth:
"You can be anything as long as you get paid like this."Manny points at the bag of gold.
Manny jumps up and says "YOU betcha Mr. Dran, We'll get down there and find out what happened and get our contract signed." Manny absently pulls his pants up and then runs his hands back and forth on the top edge of them.
Once Mr. Dran goes, Manny will look to the others. "Yous guys ready ta go?"
Virem checks her (plentiful, you realize suddenly) weapons, and says “I’m all set. Try not to die out there, would you all?”
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she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
@DM I recommend adding our sheets to a campaign because it would be helpful in helping remember who is who. In combat it would be helpful in identifying who needs healing as well.
Sully's grin freezes as Omin Dran perfunctorily enters, hands the group their first payment and mission, and leaves, without taking questions. He notes Manny's eagerness to claim the purse with a twinkle in his eye. He chuckle's at Virem's pointed comments. "Yes, I think that alacrity is called for - we have, after all, been paid up front. Let's get this done quickly, that we might spend our new found wealth and cement ourselves as a new franchise! 'Ad astra per aspera,' and all that."
Hey we could have an amazing “I want to arrest you but we work together” dynamic!
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
great and Lorilla is a rouge so most people there know each other so everyone but sullivan would know each other which makes this a lot easier
You are all in the head office and your inquiries into internships and franchise opportunities at Acquisitions incorporated have gone even better than you'd hoped. Ridiculous rumors talk about how prospective interns of Acq Inc Aren't always treated with respect dignity or care. Even more ridiculous tales of interns dying at an alarming rate are told throughout the city. Thankfully you don't believe a word of any of that
So far, everyone at Head Office has treated you with kindness, and even a bit of deference. You were shown into this elegant conference room, given fine food and drink, and asked to speak with none other than Omin Dran-founder and CEO of this august organization
you have some in game time to talk amongst yourselves in character
I am leader of the yep cult:https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/82135-yep-cult Pronouns are she/her
Lorilla sits on her chair, swinging her legs back and forth as she drinks some tea. She looks around to the other people that are here, wondering what was going on and also wondering if she had the time to tie everyone's shoelaces together before they'd notice.
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Sullivan smiles over the rim of a cup of tea, generously provided by Omin Dran's personal staff. Having added the last few shavings of his own precious stock, brought back with his last few coins from his years abroad, he reflects on life's great pattern of endings and beginnings, as one is wont to do over a fine dark brew. Looking around the room, the sunburned dwarf's piercing blue eyes take in the others seated in this most stately sanctum. He feels out of place, shifting slightly in his finely made seat - after a great many years "roughing it" in the relative comfort and safety of his generously endowed base camp on the banks of the river Olung has all but rendered the well-furnished interior of Acq-Inc's Head Office as dark and daunting as the deepest, darkest of jungles. Still, that life is behind him, now. Only the future, for Sullivan Van Pithelm. He absent-mindedly fingers one of the straps on his tall, conical, yet wide-brimmed hat, of an unusual style that adds nearly six inches to his otherwise less than towering stature. Nearly as broad as he is tall, he is dressed in plain, tan fatigues that match his helmet in their rough, but clean, utilitarian fashion. He wears jewelry - not uncommon among wealthy dwarfs, but it is dull and relatively subtle in effect. One ear-ring, of a dull, nearly bronzed coloration, and one thick ring of gold, set with a heavy jewel in a square socket. His once-brown hair, now bleached to a gold-blond, ends in a short braid at the nape of his neck while his hair line flows seamlessly into full mutton-chop mustache, neatly trimmed and combed.
"So, it seems I am most the stranger here. It's been a pleasure meeting you all, though I am afraid too many hours in the hot sun has addled my wits when it comes to recalling names. Might we, eh, go over it once more? I'm Sully, or Dr. Sullivan Van Pithelm, if you feel you must be formal. I wouldn't bother, if I were you - you're just as likely to confuse me as anyone!" He grins broadly and returns to his cup, delicately taking along sip of the hot liquid.
This was definitely the right choice. Orlan thinks to himself as he samples the fine food and drink laid out for him. The fare wasn't quite as good as what he could get at home, but then again it was not easy to match the hospitality of the Spade household. Probably the shortest person in the room at three feet in height, the halfling's baby blue eyes barely crest the age of the able at which he sits. He is dressed what looks to be a silk shirt paired with a velvet tunic and breeches. His tousled straw blonde hair borders but does not quite step into the realm of the untidy.
As Orlan sips on his tea, the halfling eyes the others seated at the table. He nods as the dwarf introduces himself before gently setting down his cup. Sitting straight up, which serves to pull his nose above the lip of the table, Orlan takes his turn at the introductions, "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Dr. Van Pithelm. I supposed I should go next. My name is Orlan Spade. Perhaps you have heard of me? My family runs Halfling's Half-priced Depot right here in Waterdeep. As it seems like we will be embarking on this enterprise together, I hope it will be profitable for all of us."
@DM Is there a campaign link for us to add our characters to?
Active Characters
Tink - Elf Artificer Nicholas Meloncreek - Human Fighter
Thurkear - Lizardfolk Warlock Bjorn "Whitewalker" Akannathi - Goliath Ranger
Sully laughs with a rich chocolaty chortle. "Please! Please - I must insist. If you would call me a 'Dr.', just call me "Dr. Van P'. Or just 'Dr. P. Or, better yet, just Sully. Much more congenial, don't you think? Now, Spade... Spade... Where have I seen..."
He snaps his fingers, his eyes lighting up. "Of course! I've seen the ad! Down by the docks, on my way in - that great monstrosity of a board over... eh what was it? A warehouse? Dock exchange? Anyway - very clever design! Caught my attention for all of twenty seconds. Lovely."
Orlan grimaces then chuckles, "There are more than one of those boards across the city. Advertising you know. Have to get our name out there as my father always says. But the shop's actually in the middle of the Trade Ward, I doubt you could miss it."
Active Characters
Tink - Elf Artificer Nicholas Meloncreek - Human Fighter
Thurkear - Lizardfolk Warlock Bjorn "Whitewalker" Akannathi - Goliath Ranger
Manny
Manny tries to keep in his seat. His head moves like it is on a swivel as he looks around taking in as much as he can. He tries to listen to the conversation while taking in the sights. Finally, he turns to look at the other intern candidates with him. He feels a bit self-conscious after hearing one of them is a professor.
Manny, a young half-elf male in his 20s, dressed relatively well and his thick, well-muscled frame stretches the clothing a bit. His long hair is slicked back and is tied into a small ponytail. He tries to clean the tips of his boots with the back of his pants.
"Yous guys ever met Mr. Omin?" he asks. "I neva met him before but heard lots about him."
”Nope,” Hugh says gruffly through his chewing. He was never one to pass up free food. Was it free? “Wheres the boss?” He finishes chewing before holding out his hand to the group saying “Hugh Silverford, pleases to make your acquaintance.”
Alton Thorngage- (Klein’s One Shot String Adventure)
Holden Stonefist-(A Tale of Mercenaries)
Fenrick Wolfsbane- (Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden)
DMing-Ctleath13’s Lost Mines of Phandelver and Ctleath13’s Out of the Abyss
Virem, who has been standing in the far corner of the room so far, finally speaks up.
”Are you all sure that your adventurers? All I’m seeing is street rats here” She says, mildly condescendingly
”Yeah, I think I might’ve heard of him” She says to manny. As she stops talking, she continues scanning the room, gauging for everyone’s threat to her.
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
no but i dont think we need one but i can make it if you really think i need it
anyway to everyone:
It isn't long before the door to the conference room opens, and an intense-looking half-elf in plate armor enters. He wears a holy symbol of Tymora, the goddess of fortune around his neck. It's Omin Dran! With no introduction the CEO of Acquisitions Incorporated speaks.
"Thank you for answering my call so quickly. When the earthquake struck the city two days ago, damage was limited, but a sinkhole opened up a fissure beneath an abandoned warehouse in Dock Ward. Two City Watch guards entered to investigate but never came out. They're now feared dead, and the city watch has asked me to take over the investigation. But my schedule is complicated at the moment, so I'm delegating that job to you. As an experienced adventuring group, I have no doubt you can handle the task."
Before you have any chance to respond, Omin drops a hefty bag of coins onto the table. "The pay is 500 gold dragons for the group, with a 20% commission going to Acquisitions Incorporated as the broker. Go to the warehouse next to Jolly's Lamp Emporium down by the docks. Tell the City Watch guards down there that I sent you. Explore the fissure, learn the fate of the guards who went missing, and then come back to me with the signed City Watch papers confirming your completed work."
Then without another word, Omin Dran turns and leaves the room.
I am leader of the yep cult:https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/82135-yep-cult Pronouns are she/her
Virem gestures towards the money. “I’m not making myself a target by carrying that.” She says. “Any clue as to when we should leave?”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
Lorrila finally pipes up, "Umm... I'm not sure about the rest of you but I don't have much experience in... well adventuring..."
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Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard
Orlan reaches towards the bag of coins and pulls it towards himself, "I don't mind holding on to this if you don't want to," the halfling smiles in response to Virem.
Glancing at the gnome he shrugs, "I'm not too much of an adventurer myself. I'm more of a hunter of sorts. For sport you know? Exotic animals, monsters and the like? Any how I think we should do just fine don't you think?" They had been paid and he sure wasn't going to see his portion of the money returned.
@DM I recommend adding our sheets to a campaign because it would be helpful in helping remember who is who. In combat it would be helpful in identifying who needs healing as well.
Active Characters
Tink - Elf Artificer Nicholas Meloncreek - Human Fighter
Thurkear - Lizardfolk Warlock Bjorn "Whitewalker" Akannathi - Goliath Ranger
Manny
Manny's eyes go wide looking at the big bag of gold. when Lorrila speaks up Manny will put his hand up to the side of his mouth and stay to Lorrila, out the side of his mouth:
"You can be anything as long as you get paid like this." Manny points at the bag of gold.
Manny jumps up and says "YOU betcha Mr. Dran, We'll get down there and find out what happened and get our contract signed." Manny absently pulls his pants up and then runs his hands back and forth on the top edge of them.
Once Mr. Dran goes, Manny will look to the others. "Yous guys ready ta go?"
Virem checks her (plentiful, you realize suddenly) weapons, and says “I’m all set. Try not to die out there, would you all?”
she/it pronouns
I watch. I wait. I listen. I like roleplaying games. Avid fan of messed up homebrew and horror rpgs. Lancer>dnd5e, go read Kill Six Billion Demons. I will shoot you with my transgenderification beam pew pew
https://ddb.ac/campaigns/join/1466231471914126
forgive the homebrew i have many books but none digitally and check the link again
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Sully's grin freezes as Omin Dran perfunctorily enters, hands the group their first payment and mission, and leaves, without taking questions. He notes Manny's eagerness to claim the purse with a twinkle in his eye. He chuckle's at Virem's pointed comments. "Yes, I think that alacrity is called for - we have, after all, been paid up front. Let's get this done quickly, that we might spend our new found wealth and cement ourselves as a new franchise! 'Ad astra per aspera,' and all that."
Hugh hefts his greataxe as he prepares to head to the docks.
Alton Thorngage- (Klein’s One Shot String Adventure)
Holden Stonefist-(A Tale of Mercenaries)
Fenrick Wolfsbane- (Icewind Dale: Rime of the Frostmaiden)
DMing-Ctleath13’s Lost Mines of Phandelver and Ctleath13’s Out of the Abyss
"But..." Lorilla goes to follow them, "this seems kind of... dangerous. I mean, what happens if the people he's actually looking for show up."
Elra Skylash - Human Cleric | Vanzaren Tanidoni - Half Elf Wizard
Mindartis Liadon - Eladrin Barbarian | Naivara Siannodel - Half Elf Ranger
Arrila Evenwood - Half Elf Paladin | Callaphe of Setessa - Human Rogue
Katernin Nemetsk - Aasimar Cleric | Melody - Tiefling Bard