Kane walks up to the front of the group to where Harmony and Nurm are. He can tell they are having a conversation so he decides to not be rude and interrupt. They are whispering, so he doesn’t know what they are talking about, but he hopes it’s not about him.
The People ((Gith)) know many words of power.They also know that harmony in sounds can help to know yourself and thus become stronger. Yet there are not many among us that know how to use music in such a direct way as you do.
Still talking in whispers. Aware that Kane is approaching, wondering whether he will try to join the conversation.
You all follow Escobert to the Inn. From the outside, it looks big, rustic and somewhat somber. Stacked boulders and hardwooden pillars make up most of the building's outer structure.
As you enter the inn through the hardwooden door, you are immediately welcomed by the smell of the food and berberage being served to the customers or still being prepared somewhere inside: Coffee, wine, freshly baked bread, sizzling meat and eggs...
The atmosphere inside is cozy: There's a tavern area where there's already more than a few customers eating their breakfast and drinking their first alcohol shots of the day, and a pathway and a semi-spiral staircase lead to the rooms of the first and second floor respectively. A round shield and a spear hang in the tavern's wall above the bar as decorations.The innkeeper, a raven-haired human male who looks to be in his early forties, can be seen working as a bartender, and his twelve-year old son is helping him serve food and drink to the customers sitting at the tables. Though they are both quite busy at the moment, they seem happy, and both give a friendly silent greeting to Harmony when they see her before quickly going back to work. Sounds coming from the kitchen reveal than the innkeeper's wife and their other two kids are currently there.
The governor, who had been drinking wine from a goblet when you entered, stands up and beckons you to sit at his table. He is a human of sixty years, brown hair and beard, wearing a light blue tunic and acting with the security of those who are used to be always respected and listened to.
"Good morning. Harmony, was it not?"He says, addressing first to the one who had been already staying in the town for some time now, before adressing the others as well. "My name is Tarbaw Nighthill, but of course you all here already know that. I have called you all here in hopes that you may help me solve the mystery that has recently struck my town. There's a lot to discuss, so please, sit down and let me invite you all to a drink. I take it that you all ate breakfast already, right? The food cooked here is the best in all of Faerun..."
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Before Kane left, Azrael would respond to him to clarify the misunderstanding. Not what I meant. I am a pure spellfighter. However, one must be prepared for any situation, as best as able. What if our throat is clamped? What if we are under water and unable to speak? What if we are in some form of silence magic, we cannot cast most spells under those circumstances. Or what if we face something Immune to magic? Then you have a backup. A way out so that at-least if you die, you did not die useless. Azrael did not care to pry on the conversation going on between the bard and the (unknown to him) gith. However, he did address the dwarf as they continued.
So tell me, Castellan. Why did the governor not meet us here himself? Has something changed? Was he otherwise occupied? Usually such alterations do not occur without a cause. he said, watching the dwarf carefully to see if he could sense falsehood, or nervousness, or other telltale signs that something was more off than even he anticipated. This half of the post has been made irrelevant due to myself and the DM posting simultaneously.
“Mr. Nighthill,” Kane says with a slight bow, “a privilege to meet you, sir.” Kane sits down at the table. “As for a drink, Spotchka tea, if you have it. It my favorite. Yes, we are here to solve your mystery. Please, inform us of all the details, and don’t leave anything out. Something insignificant could mean a great deal later on.”
Seeing that Kane brushed off the further conversation to almost eavesdrop before they were led into the tavern, he followed the rest of the way in silence, until they had gone in. Likely needing to duck to avoid the top of the doorframe as he went in. For the most part, he ignored the other tavern-goers unless addressed specifically, in which case he would respond in kind enough to not be rude. Crossing his arms as he and the others approached the governor, he instead stood, wary that the chairs couldn't support his size nor his weight.
Nodding thoughtfully as the governor explained several factors. Once the offer of food was brought up though, Azrael would shake his head Mm.. while I did eat a little this morning, a body of my size could always use more to stay energized. If it would not be too much to ask, a small serving of whatever you recommend. But yes, as uh.. Kane says please, inform us of every detail that you are aware of to better aid us in this. Though I would also interpose a question upon you. Part of what brought my existence to your attention was the search for a friend of mine. Jasmine Rose, does the name ring any bells? His interposition was politely addressed.
Seeing that Kane brushed off the further conversation to almost eavesdrop before they were led into the tavern, he followed the rest of the way in silence, until they had gone in. Likely needing to duck to avoid the top of the doorframe as he went in. For the most part, he ignored the other tavern-goers unless addressed specifically, in which case he would respond in kind enough to not be rude. Crossing his arms as he and the others approached the governor, he instead stood, wary that the chairs couldn't support his size nor his weight.
Nodding thoughtfully as the governor explained several factors. Once the offer of food was brought up though, Azrael would shake his head Mm.. while I did eat a little this morning, a body of my size could always use more to stay energized. If it would not be too much to ask, a small serving of whatever you recommend. But yes, as uh.. Kane says please, inform us of every detail that you are aware of to better aid us in this. Though I would also interpose a question upon you. Part of what brought my existence to your attention was the search for a friend of mine. Jasmine Rose, does the name ring any bells? His interposition was politely addressed.
“Hey,” Kane says as he looks up at Azrael, “I’m sorry I brushed you off back there. I had assumed our conversation was over and you wanted to be left alone. We cool?” Kane hold out his fist for a fist bump.
Petmailer turns to Harmony as we are walking in and says "My name is Petmailer, Petmailer Nailo and it is very nice to meet you. I look forward to seeing what comes next." He seems friendly, but a little reserved, sizing up the situation.
As they walk in and food is offered, Petmailer is never one to turn down an opportunity. He asks to sample "the finest food in Faerun" if it is being offered. He is used to grabbing food on the run or whenever it is available, as he might not know when he could eat again. Habits learned from being poor and scrounging what you can are hard to die. He sits down at the table (if others are doing so) and turns his attention to Governor Nighthill. "Governor, please tell us about Milo and how we can help you. We are delighted to meet you."
Petnailer, Nurn, Harmony, Akanos, and Azrael Zinfandel. These are their names. Gunra repeats them mentally, a mantra – he wouldn’t want to forget them in the heat of battle. Though he had been concerned about the two tieflings forming an ‘in-group’, it seemed as if Harmony and the no-nose gith were already friendly.
As they walked to the governor’s house, Gunra’s beady eyes occasionally drift over to the dragonborn’s ostentatious robes. If Zinfandel was worth the breath, Gunra fancied a chat about draconic mythology.
Finally face-to-face with their apparent employer, the hulking turtle-folk refuses the seat - it would be uncomfortable for him and possibly disastrous for the chair. Instead he leans over the back of it, carefully only putting some of it weight forward.
“Food? Yesss. Any fish or nightcrawlers – I prefer them cooked, but I’m not particular about how.”
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"You as well, Petmailer," she replies to the elven man with a smile.
As they walk in, Harmony waves back to the innkeeper and his son with a smile, nods to a few of the other regulars she recognizes if she catches them looking her way, then sits down at the table with the governor. Her stance is relaxed, leaning back slightly, one leg propped up on her knee, and arms folded across her chest.
"That's me. Happy to be of service," she tells the governor. She politely turns down the offer of food, having already eaten breakfast, but accepts a drink.
Tarbaw call in the kid and tells him the orders, then focuses back on the group.
"No, I'm afraid." He answers back to Azrael. "I have met a few women by the name of Rose, but not a single Jasmine."
"On the topic at hand..." He starts explaining, serious. "Milo Weatherbee, he has been living on this town for five years now. Stout, auburn hair, hazel eyes. Always wearing googles for some reason, never asked him why..."
"He came here from Candlekeep, saying that he needed to move in to a quiet place to fully dedicate himself to his investigations, and to his... experiment." He says the word with hesitation, like not sure than if he should be sharing that part of the story. He quickly decides to tell them anyways. "When he first came here, Milo was holding something wrapped in blankets, like a baby. It also moved and sounded like a baby, but he didn't let us see it. He said it wasn't actually a baby, but an experiment, and that he would explain everything to us once he was sure that the experiment was a success. It has been five years since then, and whatever that so-called experiment is it just keeps itself to Milo's house and study and doesn't come out. If anyone comes knocking the door, it locks it from the inside and then hides. Only one person here other than Milo has seen it: Our cleric, Eadyan Falconmoon. And he also refuses to tell us anything about it..."
He downs what is left in his goblet before he continues. "But no. I trust Eadyan's judgement, that man has saved my life and that of others too many times to count. Believe it or not, I don't think the creature in Milo's house, whatever it is, is really the answer to this mystery. And I have reasons to think that."
He pauses for a moment as the innkeeper's kid arrives with the orders: French toasts with cream and strawberries for Petmailer, a single toast with scrambled eggs and bacon on top for Azrael, and a pan-fried Quipper for Gunra. Harmony gets the drink the kid knows or supects to be her favorite, and Kane gets his tea.
After the pause, Tarbaw asks. "Does the word "Wyrmspeaker" means anything to any of you?"
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Petmailer scratches his head and says "They belong to the Cult of the Dragon, do they not? I have just heard tales of them... rumors, really. Why do you mention a Wyrmspeaker - related to Milo?"
"Wait, wait, wait .... you're not saying that - he's raising a dragon, are you?"
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Azrael Hrms as he rests his sinuous chin in a scaled hand, looking to the floor, deep in thought. Listening as the Governor continues with his tale, and other statements. Once the man finishes, as he takes his plate, and nods in thanks to the boy who brought it, before taking a bit, he asksHave you perhaps considered that the man you claim has saved you, this... he says, trying to remember the name Master Falconmoon is the type to attempt to ingratiate himself with someone in power to then once trust is gained, betray using the fact that you 'trust his judgement'? Or perhaps whatever he saw, he was threatened into silence for and does not feel secure that you can assist with it? Or perhaps they were in league from the beginning, sending in the man to save your life after creating a situation leading to it, thus leading to the scenario where Weatherbee could then operate with impunity under the very eye of the law? Obviously, all of this is conjecture and possibility, but still worth considering...
Clearing his throat and eating the entirety of the egg-bread in only a few bites before swallowing. Rubbing any breadcrumbs or egg from his lips before continuing. As for Wyrmspeaker... no, it does not ring any bells, unless you mean someone who can speak draconic.. in which case, I am capable. Azrael said speaking between mailers own comments, having not put together the possible connection.
Harmony accepts the flagon of ale the kid hands her with a grin - he knows her too well. She thinks on the name for a moment, but can't ever remember it coming up. Then Petmailer says it has something to do with dragons and cults, and she begins worrying about what she's gotten herself into.
"I could try to make the cleric talk, if you think it'd help. I might be able to get something out of him," she offers.
Petmailer rubs his hands together vigorously when he sees the French toast, cream and strawberries arrive, a rare treat! He hungrily dives into his food and looks up, slightly embarrassed, toast hanging out of his mouth. He looks to the others for their thoughts, about the conversation, and to see if they noticed the toast. He then looks back to the Governor for his reaction (to the wyrmspeaker discussion).
“Wyrmspeaker? Hmm. Well, a baby dragon is called a wyrmling.” Kane as he sips his tea. “Along with my Dragonborn companion, I too am able to speak Draconic.” Kane pauses as if thinking. “I would like to meet this Milo, if possible. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but this talk of dragons is most unsettling. I have tangled with one before, and it is not an experience I want to repeat.”
At this point, Harmony seems a bit more focused on her drink than the conversation. All of this theorizing is going over her head a bit, and she figures she doesn't have all that much to add to the conversation anyways. When the time comes, just point her and her lute at the problem and she'll be happy.
Gunra is halfway through the fish when something in the discussion catches him off guard. Akanos had 'tangled' with a dragon? He glances towards Azrael, trying to get an idea of how the dragonborn had felt about this casual information. He clears his throat, let's the last bit of fishtail drop to the plate. Might as well flip a card or two.
"I have some experience with dragons too. Not likely to be the same color, of course. I, too, follow a dragon god, though not particularly devoutly."
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Kane walks up to the front of the group to where Harmony and Nurm are. He can tell they are having a conversation so he decides to not be rude and interrupt. They are whispering, so he doesn’t know what they are talking about, but he hopes it’s not about him.
The People ((Gith)) know many words of power.They also know that harmony in sounds can help to know yourself and thus become stronger. Yet there are not many among us that know how to use music in such a direct way as you do.
Still talking in whispers. Aware that Kane is approaching, wondering whether he will try to join the conversation.
You all follow Escobert to the Inn. From the outside, it looks big, rustic and somewhat somber. Stacked boulders and hardwooden pillars make up most of the building's outer structure.
As you enter the inn through the hardwooden door, you are immediately welcomed by the smell of the food and berberage being served to the customers or still being prepared somewhere inside: Coffee, wine, freshly baked bread, sizzling meat and eggs...
The atmosphere inside is cozy: There's a tavern area where there's already more than a few customers eating their breakfast and drinking their first alcohol shots of the day, and a pathway and a semi-spiral staircase lead to the rooms of the first and second floor respectively. A round shield and a spear hang in the tavern's wall above the bar as decorations.The innkeeper, a raven-haired human male who looks to be in his early forties, can be seen working as a bartender, and his twelve-year old son is helping him serve food and drink to the customers sitting at the tables. Though they are both quite busy at the moment, they seem happy, and both give a friendly silent greeting to Harmony when they see her before quickly going back to work. Sounds coming from the kitchen reveal than the innkeeper's wife and their other two kids are currently there.
The governor, who had been drinking wine from a goblet when you entered, stands up and beckons you to sit at his table. He is a human of sixty years, brown hair and beard, wearing a light blue tunic and acting with the security of those who are used to be always respected and listened to.
"Good morning. Harmony, was it not?" He says, addressing first to the one who had been already staying in the town for some time now, before adressing the others as well. "My name is Tarbaw Nighthill, but of course you all here already know that. I have called you all here in hopes that you may help me solve the mystery that has recently struck my town. There's a lot to discuss, so please, sit down and let me invite you all to a drink. I take it that you all ate breakfast already, right? The food cooked here is the best in all of Faerun..."
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Before Kane left, Azrael would respond to him to clarify the misunderstanding. Not what I meant. I am a pure spellfighter. However, one must be prepared for any situation, as best as able. What if our throat is clamped? What if we are under water and unable to speak? What if we are in some form of silence magic, we cannot cast most spells under those circumstances. Or what if we face something Immune to magic? Then you have a backup. A way out so that at-least if you die, you did not die useless. Azrael did not care to pry on the conversation going on between the bard and the (unknown to him) gith. However, he did address the dwarf as they continued.
So tell me, Castellan. Why did the governor not meet us here himself? Has something changed? Was he otherwise occupied? Usually such alterations do not occur without a cause. he said, watching the dwarf carefully to see if he could sense falsehood, or nervousness, or other telltale signs that something was more off than even he anticipated.This half of the post has been made irrelevant due to myself and the DM posting simultaneously.Occassional Dungeon Master.
“Mr. Nighthill,” Kane says with a slight bow, “a privilege to meet you, sir.” Kane sits down at the table. “As for a drink, Spotchka tea, if you have it. It my favorite. Yes, we are here to solve your mystery. Please, inform us of all the details, and don’t leave anything out. Something insignificant could mean a great deal later on.”
Seeing that Kane brushed off the further conversation to almost eavesdrop before they were led into the tavern, he followed the rest of the way in silence, until they had gone in. Likely needing to duck to avoid the top of the doorframe as he went in. For the most part, he ignored the other tavern-goers unless addressed specifically, in which case he would respond in kind enough to not be rude. Crossing his arms as he and the others approached the governor, he instead stood, wary that the chairs couldn't support his size nor his weight.
Nodding thoughtfully as the governor explained several factors. Once the offer of food was brought up though, Azrael would shake his head Mm.. while I did eat a little this morning, a body of my size could always use more to stay energized. If it would not be too much to ask, a small serving of whatever you recommend. But yes, as uh.. Kane says please, inform us of every detail that you are aware of to better aid us in this. Though I would also interpose a question upon you. Part of what brought my existence to your attention was the search for a friend of mine. Jasmine Rose, does the name ring any bells? His interposition was politely addressed.
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Without any unnecessary extra moves, Nurm sits at the table.
Good day to you.
Says he to the governor and silently focuses on every word the governor says.
“Hey,” Kane says as he looks up at Azrael, “I’m sorry I brushed you off back there. I had assumed our conversation was over and you wanted to be left alone. We cool?” Kane hold out his fist for a fist bump.
Petmailer turns to Harmony as we are walking in and says "My name is Petmailer, Petmailer Nailo and it is very nice to meet you. I look forward to seeing what comes next." He seems friendly, but a little reserved, sizing up the situation.
As they walk in and food is offered, Petmailer is never one to turn down an opportunity. He asks to sample "the finest food in Faerun" if it is being offered. He is used to grabbing food on the run or whenever it is available, as he might not know when he could eat again. Habits learned from being poor and scrounging what you can are hard to die. He sits down at the table (if others are doing so) and turns his attention to Governor Nighthill. "Governor, please tell us about Milo and how we can help you. We are delighted to meet you."
Petnailer, Nurn, Harmony, Akanos, and Azrael Zinfandel. These are their names. Gunra repeats them mentally, a mantra – he wouldn’t want to forget them in the heat of battle. Though he had been concerned about the two tieflings forming an ‘in-group’, it seemed as if Harmony and the no-nose gith were already friendly.
As they walked to the governor’s house, Gunra’s beady eyes occasionally drift over to the dragonborn’s ostentatious robes. If Zinfandel was worth the breath, Gunra fancied a chat about draconic mythology.
Finally face-to-face with their apparent employer, the hulking turtle-folk refuses the seat - it would be uncomfortable for him and possibly disastrous for the chair. Instead he leans over the back of it, carefully only putting some of it weight forward.
“Food? Yesss. Any fish or nightcrawlers – I prefer them cooked, but I’m not particular about how.”
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"You as well, Petmailer," she replies to the elven man with a smile.
As they walk in, Harmony waves back to the innkeeper and his son with a smile, nods to a few of the other regulars she recognizes if she catches them looking her way, then sits down at the table with the governor. Her stance is relaxed, leaning back slightly, one leg propped up on her knee, and arms folded across her chest.
"That's me. Happy to be of service," she tells the governor. She politely turns down the offer of food, having already eaten breakfast, but accepts a drink.
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Tarbaw call in the kid and tells him the orders, then focuses back on the group.
"No, I'm afraid." He answers back to Azrael. "I have met a few women by the name of Rose, but not a single Jasmine."
"On the topic at hand..." He starts explaining, serious. "Milo Weatherbee, he has been living on this town for five years now. Stout, auburn hair, hazel eyes. Always wearing googles for some reason, never asked him why..."
"He came here from Candlekeep, saying that he needed to move in to a quiet place to fully dedicate himself to his investigations, and to his... experiment." He says the word with hesitation, like not sure than if he should be sharing that part of the story. He quickly decides to tell them anyways. "When he first came here, Milo was holding something wrapped in blankets, like a baby. It also moved and sounded like a baby, but he didn't let us see it. He said it wasn't actually a baby, but an experiment, and that he would explain everything to us once he was sure that the experiment was a success. It has been five years since then, and whatever that so-called experiment is it just keeps itself to Milo's house and study and doesn't come out. If anyone comes knocking the door, it locks it from the inside and then hides. Only one person here other than Milo has seen it: Our cleric, Eadyan Falconmoon. And he also refuses to tell us anything about it..."
He downs what is left in his goblet before he continues. "But no. I trust Eadyan's judgement, that man has saved my life and that of others too many times to count. Believe it or not, I don't think the creature in Milo's house, whatever it is, is really the answer to this mystery. And I have reasons to think that."
He pauses for a moment as the innkeeper's kid arrives with the orders: French toasts with cream and strawberries for Petmailer, a single toast with scrambled eggs and bacon on top for Azrael, and a pan-fried Quipper for Gunra. Harmony gets the drink the kid knows or supects to be her favorite, and Kane gets his tea.
After the pause, Tarbaw asks. "Does the word "Wyrmspeaker" means anything to any of you?"
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Petmailer scratches his head and says "They belong to the Cult of the Dragon, do they not? I have just heard tales of them... rumors, really. Why do you mention a Wyrmspeaker - related to Milo?"
"Wait, wait, wait .... you're not saying that - he's raising a dragon, are you?"
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Azrael Hrms as he rests his sinuous chin in a scaled hand, looking to the floor, deep in thought. Listening as the Governor continues with his tale, and other statements. Once the man finishes, as he takes his plate, and nods in thanks to the boy who brought it, before taking a bit, he asks Have you perhaps considered that the man you claim has saved you, this... he says, trying to remember the name Master Falconmoon is the type to attempt to ingratiate himself with someone in power to then once trust is gained, betray using the fact that you 'trust his judgement'? Or perhaps whatever he saw, he was threatened into silence for and does not feel secure that you can assist with it? Or perhaps they were in league from the beginning, sending in the man to save your life after creating a situation leading to it, thus leading to the scenario where Weatherbee could then operate with impunity under the very eye of the law? Obviously, all of this is conjecture and possibility, but still worth considering...
Clearing his throat and eating the entirety of the egg-bread in only a few bites before swallowing. Rubbing any breadcrumbs or egg from his lips before continuing. As for Wyrmspeaker... no, it does not ring any bells, unless you mean someone who can speak draconic.. in which case, I am capable. Azrael said speaking between mailers own comments, having not put together the possible connection.
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Harmony accepts the flagon of ale the kid hands her with a grin - he knows her too well. She thinks on the name for a moment, but can't ever remember it coming up. Then Petmailer says it has something to do with dragons and cults, and she begins worrying about what she's gotten herself into.
"I could try to make the cleric talk, if you think it'd help. I might be able to get something out of him," she offers.
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Petmailer rubs his hands together vigorously when he sees the French toast, cream and strawberries arrive, a rare treat! He hungrily dives into his food and looks up, slightly embarrassed, toast hanging out of his mouth. He looks to the others for their thoughts, about the conversation, and to see if they noticed the toast. He then looks back to the Governor for his reaction (to the wyrmspeaker discussion).
“Wyrmspeaker? Hmm. Well, a baby dragon is called a wyrmling.” Kane as he sips his tea. “Along with my Dragonborn companion, I too am able to speak Draconic.” Kane pauses as if thinking. “I would like to meet this Milo, if possible. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but this talk of dragons is most unsettling. I have tangled with one before, and it is not an experience I want to repeat.”
At this point, Harmony seems a bit more focused on her drink than the conversation. All of this theorizing is going over her head a bit, and she figures she doesn't have all that much to add to the conversation anyways. When the time comes, just point her and her lute at the problem and she'll be happy.
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Gunra is halfway through the fish when something in the discussion catches him off guard. Akanos had 'tangled' with a dragon? He glances towards Azrael, trying to get an idea of how the dragonborn had felt about this casual information. He clears his throat, let's the last bit of fishtail drop to the plate. Might as well flip a card or two.
"I have some experience with dragons too. Not likely to be the same color, of course. I, too, follow a dragon god, though not particularly devoutly."
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Seeing the innkeepers kid, Nurm nods at him to greet him. Many theories, but not much is really known. Things he as he listens to his new companions
Please Governor, continue. This *wyrmspeaker* you speak of is not Known to me, and apparently neither to the others.