Vor will find his way to where the others are gathering to meet the king, asking passing serving folk as he wanders around looking for the place one meets a king. Finding Tegid, Tommus and Valentinus he'll ask them, "Are we all who answered the King's summons?"
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Ash takes off one of his gloves, revealing a dark bleu callused and slightly webbed hand. He steps near the underground river and puts his hand in the water enjoying the rushing current and the icy cold feeling he remembers from the depth of the oceans.
He finds himself wanting to go into the water but knows that now is not the time.
With a quick prayer to his ancestors, he steps back and puts his gloves back on.
"Time to head back." he murmurs to himself. " It's time I mingle with the others."
Vor will find his way to where the others are gathering to meet the king, asking passing serving folk as he wanders around looking for the place one meets a king. Finding Tegid, Tommus and Valentinus he'll ask them, "Are we all who answered the King's summons?"
"Well met sir. Indeed it looks like we are all here for a unified purpose. Let me introduce..." Tom takes a visibly large breath,"Morisul Naiilo, Ava Lunera, and Tegid. I, myself, am Tommus Iavas, or 'Tom' if you please."He offers his hand in greetings to Vor.
"I must say all these new introductions are giving me a right thirst." Tom says jokingly. "I think this Brewmaster has eluded me long enough!"
You find the brewmaster. He is an older dwarf, with greying black hair and a tankard in hand. The room he's in is filled with barrels of ale. When you ask about ale, he says "Help yerself to any ale from those kegs, though I doubt ye could take it.", indicating a row of marked barrels. He then walks out of the room.
Vor will find his way to where the others are gathering to meet the king, asking passing serving folk as he wanders around looking for the place one meets a king. Finding Tegid, Tommus and Valentinus he'll ask them, "Are we all who answered the King's summons?"
"Well met sir. Indeed it looks like we are all here for a unified purpose. Let me introduce..." Tom takes a visibly large breath,"Morisul Naiilo, Ava Lunera, and Tegid. I, myself, am Tommus Iavas, or 'Tom' if you please."He offers his hand in greetings to Vor.
"I must say all these new introductions are giving me a right thirst." Tom says jokingly. "I think this Brewmaster has eluded me long enough!"
“I am Vor,” shaking Tom’s hand. “Know anything about this task’ that is before us? Brumeister?”
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Dwarves were hardy folk and their legendary constitutions inclined them to strong drink. As an elf, and a non-drinker at that, just the smell of the stuff was nearly making his head spin. "Right, then. I wish I could put some sword practice in, maybe there'll be time after the audience, but for now I'm going back to the room they gave me. I'll see you lot there." Turning on his heel Morisul left the room. How much time was left? It couldn't be very much.
"I'm afraid I know as much as you Vor." Tom says looking unsure. Dropping his voice a little he continues,"... Part of me does wonder if this is part of some test." He looks suspiciously around, "You know, seeing how we will act before divulging the task."
After meeting the Brewmaster and seeing the plethora of ales arrayed before him, Tom's eyes light up, "My goodness?! Not be able to take it? Why, is it potent stuff?" Like a child in a candy store, Tom speedily makes his way over to the ale, "Any you would recommend? I often find you can tell a lot by about the local people by the alcohol they consume!"
Based on the Brewmaster's recommendation, Tom will help himself to an ale. At this point he is not actively looking to get drunk, merely sample the local delights. He occasionally adds little pretentious comments such as; admiring the ales 'citrus notes', it's 'wonderful chestnut colour', or how you can 'really taste the hops'.
Quiller watches with great curiosity as whoever is drinking partake of the brew. “I only sip whisgi, and that rarely. Don’t wanna interfere wit me reflexes ye see.”
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Ok, those that drink the ale:
It is a rich, dark, very strong ale. Tom and Tegid both manage to fight off the intoxication. As the ale seeps down your throat, you feel your strength bolstered. You gain 2 temporary hp.
It takes a while for §Ash to find where the others are staying ... drinking really. It does because he has a hard time asking questions to the many dwarves crossing his path
Eventually, he ends up at the doorstep of the alehouse.
He keeps to himself for a while. Watching how things are faring before moving to their table.
"Hello, My name is Valentinus Ashborn but everyone calls me Ash. We got a meeting with the King later on. Happy to meet you all." He holds his hand out in the human way.
For all his bluster, Tom feels quite intimidated to find himself in the hall of a King. Trying not to appear discourteous he quickly bows and takes a seat,"Thankyou your Highness, I must admit I find myself curious as to the task you would entrust us to undertake."
One of the guards taps the pommel of his wide broadsword in a staccato rhythm, turning to the king with apparent shock on his face. A dwarf of unremarkable appearance, he wears the standard garb of the royal guard and has his neatly combed beard tucked beneath his thick hide belt. He wears a fine coat of dwarf-wrought mail, unadorned by any symbols of accomplishment or other regalia outside of the thin blue line of cloth wrapped tightly around his right forearm. In fact, it seems surprising that he is in this room at all, given his relative dearth of decoration with respect to the embroidered and extensively detailed regalia of the other guards, whose armor shows not only their great honors but the terrible conflicts of which they are veterans many times over. "My king, are these to be your agents in this matter? The extensions of your iron will?"
Tegid bows in a courteous manner, "Thank you for your invitation your highness, we await on your pleasure."
Tegid notices the dwarf who addressed the King, and eyes him coolly (Tegid looking to see if he picks anything up Perception: 4 per the Dice Log) before taking his seat.
Morisul bowed and kept quiet. He didn't know enough about dwarven etiquette, or the politics of this particular Court, and it was better to be silent and be thought a fool, than speak and confirm it. Judging from the guard's words the summons they received was unconventional and unexpected which implied that something extraordinary had happened. It intrigued him. In his brief exploration of the grounds he had not come across any relevant rumors. He kept his mind, as well as his senses, open and focused on the King.
"It is an honor my lord," Ava says as she bows deeply. She sits beside Ash and he hears in his mind, "This feels rather strange. What do you think of all of this. You can think how you wish to respond and I shall hear you."
Glancing around the room, Ava pulls her empty sleeve tight to her. She seems to fold in a bit on herself, feeling very small in the huge hall. Her fingers nervously begin to knot her sleeve watching the king for his next words.
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Vor will find his way to where the others are gathering to meet the king, asking passing serving folk as he wanders around looking for the place one meets a king. Finding Tegid, Tommus and Valentinus he'll ask them, "Are we all who answered the King's summons?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Ash takes off one of his gloves, revealing a dark bleu callused and slightly webbed hand. He steps near the underground river and puts his hand in the water enjoying the rushing current and the icy cold feeling he remembers from the depth of the oceans.
He finds himself wanting to go into the water but knows that now is not the time.
With a quick prayer to his ancestors, he steps back and puts his gloves back on.
"Time to head back." he murmurs to himself. " It's time I mingle with the others."
"Well met sir. Indeed it looks like we are all here for a unified purpose. Let me introduce..." Tom takes a visibly large breath, "Morisul Naiilo, Ava Lunera, and Tegid. I, myself, am Tommus Iavas, or 'Tom' if you please." He offers his hand in greetings to Vor.
"I must say all these new introductions are giving me a right thirst." Tom says jokingly. "I think this Brewmaster has eluded me long enough!"
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
You find the brewmaster. He is an older dwarf, with greying black hair and a tankard in hand. The room he's in is filled with barrels of ale. When you ask about ale, he says "Help yerself to any ale from those kegs, though I doubt ye could take it.", indicating a row of marked barrels. He then walks out of the room.
There are plenty of mugs that you could borrow.
“I am Vor,” shaking Tom’s hand. “Know anything about this task’ that is before us? Brumeister?”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Dwarves were hardy folk and their legendary constitutions inclined them to strong drink. As an elf, and a non-drinker at that, just the smell of the stuff was nearly making his head spin. "Right, then. I wish I could put some sword practice in, maybe there'll be time after the audience, but for now I'm going back to the room they gave me. I'll see you lot there." Turning on his heel Morisul left the room. How much time was left? It couldn't be very much.
"I'm afraid I know as much as you Vor." Tom says looking unsure. Dropping his voice a little he continues, "... Part of me does wonder if this is part of some test." He looks suspiciously around, "You know, seeing how we will act before divulging the task."
After meeting the Brewmaster and seeing the plethora of ales arrayed before him, Tom's eyes light up, "My goodness?! Not be able to take it? Why, is it potent stuff?" Like a child in a candy store, Tom speedily makes his way over to the ale, "Any you would recommend? I often find you can tell a lot by about the local people by the alcohol they consume!"
Based on the Brewmaster's recommendation, Tom will help himself to an ale. At this point he is not actively looking to get drunk, merely sample the local delights. He occasionally adds little pretentious comments such as; admiring the ales 'citrus notes', it's 'wonderful chestnut colour', or how you can 'really taste the hops'.
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
Ok. Tom and anyone else who has a mug of ale, roll a Con Save.
Quiller watches with great curiosity as whoever is drinking partake of the brew. “I only sip whisgi, and that rarely. Don’t wanna interfere wit me reflexes ye see.”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Tegid has heard much about the ale brewed by the dwarves. Feeling he won't be able to keep pace with Tom he just has the one mug.
Tegid spills a drop into the floor "in honour of the king and the gods of this place."
Con save: 17 per dice roller.
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Ok, those that drink the ale:
It is a rich, dark, very strong ale. Tom and Tegid both manage to fight off the intoxication. As the ale seeps down your throat, you feel your strength bolstered. You gain 2 temporary hp.
It takes a while for §Ash to find where the others are staying ... drinking really. It does because he has a hard time asking questions to the many dwarves crossing his path
Eventually, he ends up at the doorstep of the alehouse.
He keeps to himself for a while. Watching how things are faring before moving to their table.
"Hello, My name is Valentinus Ashborn but everyone calls me Ash. We got a meeting with the King later on. Happy to meet you all." He holds his hand out in the human way.
If nobody objects, we can move on to the meeting with the king.
Ok, anything else you want to do before the meeting should happen on the PM thread.
You are taken into the feast hall. Sitting at the table with a handful of guards is King Cordio Frostbeard.
He sees you and says "Ah, welcome, please have a seat. I have a mission I'm wanting ye to do."
For all his bluster, Tom feels quite intimidated to find himself in the hall of a King. Trying not to appear discourteous he quickly bows and takes a seat, "Thankyou your Highness, I must admit I find myself curious as to the task you would entrust us to undertake."
DM - The Call of Strahd (CoS); Feyrealm Campaign, Chapter 0 - Bleak Prospect (BP), Chapter 1 - Destination Unknown (DU)
One of the guards taps the pommel of his wide broadsword in a staccato rhythm, turning to the king with apparent shock on his face. A dwarf of unremarkable appearance, he wears the standard garb of the royal guard and has his neatly combed beard tucked beneath his thick hide belt. He wears a fine coat of dwarf-wrought mail, unadorned by any symbols of accomplishment or other regalia outside of the thin blue line of cloth wrapped tightly around his right forearm. In fact, it seems surprising that he is in this room at all, given his relative dearth of decoration with respect to the embroidered and extensively detailed regalia of the other guards, whose armor shows not only their great honors but the terrible conflicts of which they are veterans many times over.
"My king, are these to be your agents in this matter? The extensions of your iron will?"
Tegid bows in a courteous manner, "Thank you for your invitation your highness, we await on your pleasure."
Tegid notices the dwarf who addressed the King, and eyes him coolly (Tegid looking to see if he picks anything up Perception: 4 per the Dice Log) before taking his seat.
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Morisul bowed and kept quiet. He didn't know enough about dwarven etiquette, or the politics of this particular Court, and it was better to be silent and be thought a fool, than speak and confirm it. Judging from the guard's words the summons they received was unconventional and unexpected which implied that something extraordinary had happened. It intrigued him. In his brief exploration of the grounds he had not come across any relevant rumors. He kept his mind, as well as his senses, open and focused on the King.
Ash will sit as he is being told.
"Thank you, great King. I hope I can be of assistance." He says with a clear voice.
He will wait for more instructions.
"It is an honor my lord," Ava says as she bows deeply. She sits beside Ash and he hears in his mind, "This feels rather strange. What do you think of all of this. You can think how you wish to respond and I shall hear you."
Glancing around the room, Ava pulls her empty sleeve tight to her. She seems to fold in a bit on herself, feeling very small in the huge hall. Her fingers nervously begin to knot her sleeve watching the king for his next words.