Pashar looks up as you enter and assumes the face of a patient teacher having a difficult day. “Yes m’lady?” he enquires, not quite reaching his eyes with his smile.
Pashar listens to your questions and, realising that you are asking for rather pertinent information, retrieves a ledger from his desk drawer and finds the relevant page. “Ah yes, here we are. Now, it’s translated so I shan’t read it verbatim, but the scout indicated that the orc raiders wield mostly two-handed weapons and javelins. There could be as many as two dozen orcs in the party, and the wretch boasted about the supposedly impenetrable frontal defenses before expiring under questioning”
He marks a map for you, the entrance to the camp is at the end of the trail which leads from the bottom-right corner to the centre of this picture:
@Garavant:
Food is available, it is hearty and warming. You find a table big enough to accommodate yourself and the other four adventurers who were present at Pashar’s office, some of whom have already joined you. (I haven’t shared this info as a spoiler as enough of the party will be aware and it is relevant to everyone’s plans).
Garavant orders a little bread and cheese, perhaps an apple or something similar if they have it.
He smiles when Bree introduces herself and gives a quick clap in response to her twirling. "Certainly you are a skilled weaver with a magical sense of color,"he says with a smile. "It is good to meet you. As for me, I am Garavant Llewellyn. I am new to these parts, but in my time I have had some experience in investigation and scouting. Some say I have a deft hand with my rapier."He gently pats the hilt of the blade at his hip.
"Welcome Bree, do you drink?" Ingrida waves down the bus boy, "An ale for miss Bree here" she then pats on a nearby seat for Bree to sit down and join them formally. "How about you" she looks to the elf with the tattoos, "What are ya good at?"
He shrugs. "Killing Orcs." Then he smiles. "I did not introduce myself earlier, and I apologize. I am Laerthalas. It is a pleasure to meet all of you."
Pushing his hair away from his face, he leans back in his chair and looks around. "Unfortunately, I am not really good at anything aside from battle. Too much have I had recourse for violence, and little for ought else. I like to shape things from wood, but aside from small carvings, I have had no training, and, I admit, little skill."
"Working wood is easy I'll show you how I do it, maybe help ya get better at doing it for yourself." Ingrida took a long swig from her ale, "I am glad we have a dedicated warrior on board for killing these orcs, my people have done batt'l with them for as long as we can remember, they are a fearsome foe, but so long as we keep our wits 'bout us we will defeat them"
"Thank you master Pashar. Those information are very helpful. I will let my companions know them. Farewell!" Lucy rolls up the map and leaves the office calmly. After walking a few blocks and making sure none hear her, the elf girl stops, groans, and stumps on the ground. "Two dozen bloody barbarians! A supposedly impenetrable frontal defense! The monk was right. The official didn't tell us anything until I asked him! The lazy bastard!" Sizzling with anger, Lucy heads toward the tavern.
Lucy flings the door open and enters the tavern. She marches to the other adventurers, sits down on the chair without asking permission, and puts the map on the table. "Hello again everyone. Let me introduce myself one more time. I'm Luciferazen Von Weise Pflaume. You can just call me Lucy. I am a sword wielding,spell casting,bladsinging, boyfriend searching, beautiful, noble young elven lady. But most importantly I got the information and map of the orc camp. And Artemis!" A white owl descents from the ceiling and perches on Lucy's arm. "I got the eyes which can scout from above."
(OOC: Thank you DM. I'm looking forward to join the adventure too)
As Artemis descends Ingrida is visibly disturbed, "Ah, yes well, that's a lot of things to be...and which of those names would you care for us to call you?" the entire time Ingrida spoke she watched the white owl, ironically given her obvious fear, like a hawk.
Garavant eyes the map as soon as Lucy drops it on the table, but is quickly distracted by her introduction. He half-smiles, half-smirks at her words, his eyebrow quite obviously rising in particular at the phrase "boyfriend searching."
He can't help but admire the owl--and notice Ingrida's reaction. He recalls her mention of not having spent time above ground and wonders if she has ever seen a flying creature before.
"Not to worry,"he says to the dwarven priestess. "Artemis looks to be a wise bird. I myself have a preference for hawks, but it is no matter."
His attention turns back to the map. "Well done, Lucy! This will be of great use!"
A young boy clears any empty plates and offers to refresh your tankards and goblets. He is either intimidated or starstruck, possibly both, as his eyes dart from hilts to hoods and then the array of exotic garments amongst your party.
(I am happy to proceed whenever you are all ready, equally happy to hear more conversation!)
"Oh, thanks for the ale" Bree says a bit taken aback by getting an ale this early in the day. "Mostly we tend to wait till a bit later in the day. But you know what, why not? Here's to making new friends!"
"Ingrida, that bird seems docile, I would know... This one time, I tried to pet an owl... It didn't like it... Hmmm... Now I think on it more, maybe I wouldn't be the best judge of that... Welllllll anywaaaay, seems like we know where to go. Should we finish the drink and then get on our way? Maybe we will find some cool stuff on our way there! Best start as early as possible!"
"Oh I'm sure it'll be fine" she said adjusting her self in her chair a bit before picking up her amulet and fixing it in place around her neck. "...as far as drinking later in the day, an old dwarven saying goes, E Beoir Nir da mornuroz thry othok mothrumm mournuroz, which translated to the common tongue is something like, An Ale in the Morning stops you mother from mourning" and to this she raised her glass "Cherumm!" and then downed the rest of her ale.
Garavant nods at Bree's words. "Only one for me...for now! We'll have plenty more when we return to celebrate our success!"
He takes another look at the map. "Navigation is not my strong suit," he says with a shrug. "But I'm sure we'll find our way."
He finishes his drink and stands. As the boy passes by, he flips a silver piece to the lad. He stands silent for a moment, looking around the place, and a strange expression both bitter and sweet crosses his face. He walks over to the twins running the show and slides a gold piece to them. "You run a fine establishment,"he says. "We shall return."
Garavant plans to make a very quick stop at the general store to pick up a blanket.
The young boy's eyes widen at his sudden fortune and he struggles to express his gratitude through any means other than a gurgle and copious nodding. The twins both raise their eyebrows in appreciation and nod their thanks as you leave, making sure to take note of you and your colleagues for future. You pick up a blanket for 5sp at the store, there is little choice of colour or style - all earthy tones in fur-lined heavy weave - but they are all well made.
@Everyone:
(I think that everyone is indicating that they are ready to head off, you have directions to the Stone Tooth and know it's a three day journey. I'll post the next update in a few hours, if anyone did still have business in town then please let me know and I can retcon it, if you want to post any RP for the journey then that's always welcome)
"Call me Lucy" The elf nods to Ingrida. "You can add young or noble or beautiful if you want. But not amazing or greater, they are just too mu…c…h!" Lucy is starting to tilt toward the white owl. "Get off, you silly feathered pig! You become heavy again! I told you to lose weight!" The fat bird ignores her master, lets out a big yawn and flies up to search for more juicy mice.
>>Bree and others
"You may have forgotten but… I have just SIT DOWN! " Lucy stares at the hobbit halfling. She throws a tip at the waiter and orders a cup of spice wine. "And this job… isn't as funny and easy as we thought. There are about two dozen brutes in that camp, armed with two-handed weapons and javelins. According to the scout's interrogation, the camp's frontal defense is impenetrable. If we knock on their front door they will greet us with rain of javelins,turn us into skewered adventurers and eat for lunch. So front attack isn't an option. Have any cunning plans, guys?"
(OOC >>Bree player I am sorry if you feel offended. Lucy is a girl who is easy to anger and always being sore. But she is loyal to her friends and not holding a grudge for a very long time. (Because she is always angry at something new)
( >>DM, Oops! Bad timing. After hearing everyone's plan, Lucky finishes her drink, goes to the shop and buys two flasks of oil if she can. Then she will depart with the rest of the party to Stone Tooth)
@Lucy: (Lucy can buy two flask of oil at list price (1sp each). OOC: It's OK, I worried that I'd jumped ahead without you, sorry!)
The party sets off on its journey to the Stone Tooth. Villagers nod politely as you pass, but without recognition. The weather is clear and crisp; Blasingdell is so far north as to rarely experience true heat, even in summer.
The first half day of travel is positively serene; small birds fly overhead and sing in the trees, while bees float from plant to plant oblivious to the dark shroud that lies over the land.
(Please establish a marching order, two abreast, and roll for Perception. Feel free to add any RP comments to while away your first half day on the road)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Perception Check: 20
OOC: Ingrida is happy to take a position in the front or middle of the marching order.
The first half of the day had been quiet and serene. Ingrida had a bit of trouble keeping up with the longer legged elves at first, but established a rhythm after a while. She kept mostly quiet though, her eyes shifting to and from. What Lucy had said about the orcs made her wonder if they'd run into a scouting party, or raiders.
Garavant stays near the front of the group, walking with long strides and a happy gait, occasionally humming quietly to himself. From time to time, he realizes he is several long strides ahead of the group's shorter-legged members and slows down, circling back a bit to let them catch up. As he walks, he often keeps his right hand on the pommel of his rapier as if he is ready--even eager--to use it.
OOC: Garavant sticks to the front but close to the main group, not getting really separated from the pack.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Lucy brought up the rear of the group. Even though she is a bladesinging magic warrior, the elf girl is still a fragile wizard. If bandits jump out from the shadow with a crossbow in their hands, she doesn't want to be the one who says them hello.
The weather is mostly pleasant. The daylight is warm and the breeze is cool. The only sounds that can be heard are rustling of leaves and singing of birds. One curious Squirrel runs out from the woods, greeting the party…and is eaten alive by the white owl.
"…Thank you for ruining our mood, Artemis. Now move your lazy ass and do your job or I will roast you and summon something more useful!" Artemis easily dodges the kick from it's master. Soaring up the sky, the owl starts to scout the surroundings.
Perception
Lucy: 13
Artemis:19 +2=17 ( I forgot about owl's perception skill)
@Lucy:
Pashar looks up as you enter and assumes the face of a patient teacher having a difficult day. “Yes m’lady?” he enquires, not quite reaching his eyes with his smile.
Pashar listens to your questions and, realising that you are asking for rather pertinent information, retrieves a ledger from his desk drawer and finds the relevant page. “Ah yes, here we are. Now, it’s translated so I shan’t read it verbatim, but the scout indicated that the orc raiders wield mostly two-handed weapons and javelins. There could be as many as two dozen orcs in the party, and the wretch boasted about the supposedly impenetrable frontal defenses before expiring under questioning”
He marks a map for you, the entrance to the camp is at the end of the trail which leads from the bottom-right corner to the centre of this picture:
@Garavant:
Food is available, it is hearty and warming. You find a table big enough to accommodate yourself and the other four adventurers who were present at Pashar’s office, some of whom have already joined you. (I haven’t shared this info as a spoiler as enough of the party will be aware and it is relevant to everyone’s plans).
Garavant orders a little bread and cheese, perhaps an apple or something similar if they have it.
He smiles when Bree introduces herself and gives a quick clap in response to her twirling. "Certainly you are a skilled weaver with a magical sense of color," he says with a smile. "It is good to meet you. As for me, I am Garavant Llewellyn. I am new to these parts, but in my time I have had some experience in investigation and scouting. Some say I have a deft hand with my rapier." He gently pats the hilt of the blade at his hip.
"Welcome Bree, do you drink?" Ingrida waves down the bus boy, "An ale for miss Bree here" she then pats on a nearby seat for Bree to sit down and join them formally. "How about you" she looks to the elf with the tattoos, "What are ya good at?"
He shrugs. "Killing Orcs." Then he smiles. "I did not introduce myself earlier, and I apologize. I am Laerthalas. It is a pleasure to meet all of you."
Pushing his hair away from his face, he leans back in his chair and looks around. "Unfortunately, I am not really good at anything aside from battle. Too much have I had recourse for violence, and little for ought else. I like to shape things from wood, but aside from small carvings, I have had no training, and, I admit, little skill."
Enzo Ballantine - Shadow Sorcerer
"Working wood is easy I'll show you how I do it, maybe help ya get better at doing it for yourself." Ingrida took a long swig from her ale, "I am glad we have a dedicated warrior on board for killing these orcs, my people have done batt'l with them for as long as we can remember, they are a fearsome foe, but so long as we keep our wits 'bout us we will defeat them"
(Everyone add Inspiration for great character work, I'm looking forward to seeing this group's adventures!)
"Thank you master Pashar. Those information are very helpful. I will let my companions know them. Farewell!" Lucy rolls up the map and leaves the office calmly. After walking a few blocks and making sure none hear her, the elf girl stops, groans, and stumps on the ground. "Two dozen bloody barbarians! A supposedly impenetrable frontal defense! The monk was right. The official didn't tell us anything until I asked him! The lazy bastard!" Sizzling with anger, Lucy heads toward the tavern.
Lucy flings the door open and enters the tavern. She marches to the other adventurers, sits down on the chair without asking permission, and puts the map on the table. "Hello again everyone. Let me introduce myself one more time. I'm Luciferazen Von Weise Pflaume. You can just call me Lucy. I am a sword wielding,spell casting,bladsinging, boyfriend searching, beautiful, noble young elven lady. But most importantly I got the information and map of the orc camp. And Artemis!" A white owl descents from the ceiling and perches on Lucy's arm. "I got the eyes which can scout from above."
(OOC: Thank you DM. I'm looking forward to join the adventure too)
As Artemis descends Ingrida is visibly disturbed, "Ah, yes well, that's a lot of things to be...and which of those names would you care for us to call you?" the entire time Ingrida spoke she watched the white owl, ironically given her obvious fear, like a hawk.
Garavant eyes the map as soon as Lucy drops it on the table, but is quickly distracted by her introduction. He half-smiles, half-smirks at her words, his eyebrow quite obviously rising in particular at the phrase "boyfriend searching."
He can't help but admire the owl--and notice Ingrida's reaction. He recalls her mention of not having spent time above ground and wonders if she has ever seen a flying creature before.
"Not to worry," he says to the dwarven priestess. "Artemis looks to be a wise bird. I myself have a preference for hawks, but it is no matter."
His attention turns back to the map. "Well done, Lucy! This will be of great use!"
A young boy clears any empty plates and offers to refresh your tankards and goblets. He is either intimidated or starstruck, possibly both, as his eyes dart from hilts to hoods and then the array of exotic garments amongst your party.
(I am happy to proceed whenever you are all ready, equally happy to hear more conversation!)
OOC: Ingrida will drink and gab all day, don't let her do this, friends don't let friends battle orcs drunk!
"Wise..." Ingrida parrots back to Garavant "...one of those birds nearly pecked out me eyes my third day above ground."
"Oh, thanks for the ale" Bree says a bit taken aback by getting an ale this early in the day. "Mostly we tend to wait till a bit later in the day. But you know what, why not? Here's to making new friends!"
"Ingrida, that bird seems docile, I would know... This one time, I tried to pet an owl... It didn't like it... Hmmm... Now I think on it more, maybe I wouldn't be the best judge of that... Welllllll anywaaaay, seems like we know where to go. Should we finish the drink and then get on our way? Maybe we will find some cool stuff on our way there! Best start as early as possible!"
"Oh I'm sure it'll be fine" she said adjusting her self in her chair a bit before picking up her amulet and fixing it in place around her neck. "...as far as drinking later in the day, an old dwarven saying goes, E Beoir Nir da mornuroz thry othok mothrumm mournuroz, which translated to the common tongue is something like, An Ale in the Morning stops you mother from mourning" and to this she raised her glass "Cherumm!" and then downed the rest of her ale.
Garavant nods at Bree's words. "Only one for me...for now! We'll have plenty more when we return to celebrate our success!"
He takes another look at the map. "Navigation is not my strong suit," he says with a shrug. "But I'm sure we'll find our way."
He finishes his drink and stands. As the boy passes by, he flips a silver piece to the lad. He stands silent for a moment, looking around the place, and a strange expression both bitter and sweet crosses his face. He walks over to the twins running the show and slides a gold piece to them. "You run a fine establishment," he says. "We shall return."
Garavant plans to make a very quick stop at the general store to pick up a blanket.
@Garavan:
The young boy's eyes widen at his sudden fortune and he struggles to express his gratitude through any means other than a gurgle and copious nodding. The twins both raise their eyebrows in appreciation and nod their thanks as you leave, making sure to take note of you and your colleagues for future. You pick up a blanket for 5sp at the store, there is little choice of colour or style - all earthy tones in fur-lined heavy weave - but they are all well made.
@Everyone:
(I think that everyone is indicating that they are ready to head off, you have directions to the Stone Tooth and know it's a three day journey. I'll post the next update in a few hours, if anyone did still have business in town then please let me know and I can retcon it, if you want to post any RP for the journey then that's always welcome)
>>Ingrida
"Call me Lucy" The elf nods to Ingrida. "You can add young or noble or beautiful if you want. But not amazing or greater, they are just too mu…c…h!" Lucy is starting to tilt toward the white owl. "Get off, you silly feathered pig! You become heavy again! I told you to lose weight!" The fat bird ignores her master, lets out a big yawn and flies up to search for more juicy mice.
>>Bree and others
"You may have forgotten but… I have just SIT DOWN! " Lucy stares at the
hobbithalfling. She throws a tip at the waiter and orders a cup of spice wine. "And this job… isn't as funny and easy as we thought. There are about two dozen brutes in that camp, armed with two-handed weapons and javelins. According to the scout's interrogation, the camp's frontal defense is impenetrable. If we knock on their front door they will greet us with rain of javelins,turn us into skewered adventurers and eat for lunch. So front attack isn't an option. Have any cunning plans, guys?"(OOC >>Bree player I am sorry if you feel offended. Lucy is a girl who is easy to anger and always being sore. But she is loyal to her friends and not holding a grudge for a very long time. (Because she is always angry at something new)
( >>DM, Oops! Bad timing. After hearing everyone's plan, Lucky finishes her drink, goes to the shop and buys two flasks of oil if she can. Then she will depart with the rest of the party to Stone Tooth)
@Lucy: (Lucy can buy two flask of oil at list price (1sp each). OOC: It's OK, I worried that I'd jumped ahead without you, sorry!)
The party sets off on its journey to the Stone Tooth. Villagers nod politely as you pass, but without recognition. The weather is clear and crisp; Blasingdell is so far north as to rarely experience true heat, even in summer.
The first half day of travel is positively serene; small birds fly overhead and sing in the trees, while bees float from plant to plant oblivious to the dark shroud that lies over the land.
(Please establish a marching order, two abreast, and roll for Perception. Feel free to add any RP comments to while away your first half day on the road)
Perception Check: 20
OOC: Ingrida is happy to take a position in the front or middle of the marching order.
The first half of the day had been quiet and serene. Ingrida had a bit of trouble keeping up with the longer legged elves at first, but established a rhythm after a while. She kept mostly quiet though, her eyes shifting to and from. What Lucy had said about the orcs made her wonder if they'd run into a scouting party, or raiders.
Perception 13
Garavant stays near the front of the group, walking with long strides and a happy gait, occasionally humming quietly to himself. From time to time, he realizes he is several long strides ahead of the group's shorter-legged members and slows down, circling back a bit to let them catch up. As he walks, he often keeps his right hand on the pommel of his rapier as if he is ready--even eager--to use it.
OOC: Garavant sticks to the front but close to the main group, not getting really separated from the pack.
Lucy brought up the rear of the group. Even though she is a bladesinging magic warrior, the elf girl is still a fragile wizard. If bandits jump out from the shadow with a crossbow in their hands, she doesn't want to be the one who says them hello.
The weather is mostly pleasant. The daylight is warm and the breeze is cool. The only sounds that can be heard are rustling of leaves and singing of birds. One curious Squirrel runs out from the woods, greeting the party…and is eaten alive by the white owl.
"…Thank you for ruining our mood, Artemis. Now move your lazy ass and do your job or I will roast you and summon something more useful!" Artemis easily dodges the kick from it's master. Soaring up the sky, the owl starts to scout the surroundings.
Perception
Lucy: 13
Artemis:19 +2=17 ( I forgot about owl's perception skill)