after the days events of tracking and bloodshed, you all stop at a tavern for a well earned rest. The nest week is slow on jobs, but that's fine, you've had more than enough money to hold you over. Everyone is to busy to need help from adventurers, everyone is too busy preparing for the celebration of Vivervain, the day on which magic came to Fellneral, or at least, that is the legend. Orin has some sort of tradition on Vivervain and has gone off by himself, while you two have seen a large stage constructed in the middle of the town, many people set up pop up shops for food and entertainment. Finally on the day, by the time you wake up people are already celebrating, children play in the streets while their parents watch while chatting, the large stage now has a small orchestra of elves almost drowned out by the laughing and talking. Meanwhile, our new adventurers, you also see this, but you are also seeking out a job, you've heard word of some adventurers for hire looking for more. Now, players, old and new, what are you doing during the celebration?
Osborn has enjoyed a week of relaxation after the tension and danger of the adventures before. Pleased with his new armour and encouraged by the extra protection that it will afford him, the halfling heads down to the centre of town to enjoy the music and festivities.
He scans the crowd for Gromedark, happy with the understanding they've had this last week to go about their own business but meet up for meals and to share leads on new jobs.
Marten arrived in town a few days prior and has been staying at the local temple. After almost being killed more then once on the road alone, he discided it was time to travel with others.
Marten woke at the same time he always does, 30 mins before first light, preformed his daily exercise and forms then proceeded cleaning the Temple. After completing the chores he does in way of thanks he heads to the town square. Today was the day he finds a group to join and having never been to a festival he thought he start looking there.
Varek takes in the sights and sounds of the celebration, while looking for a vendor to buy some drink. After purchasing a tankard, he begins to look about the area for any job postings that may provide details. He also scans the crowd for potential adventurers. Anyone who might know of work to be had.
Enjoying the music of the elven orchestra, something he’s never heard before, a posted bulletin catches his eye. He walks over to check it out. “Munchkin Squad?”, he thinks to himself. After reading through the bulletin twice and making note of the details, he begins to make his way to the Cracked Goblet Tavern. On his way to the tavern, he keeps an eye out for an armorer and general goods store. Assuming all goes well, it’ll be good to sell a few items, as well as stock up for whatever adventure may lay ahead.
Once at the Cracked Goblet, Varek looks around for the bugbear, as he’d probably be the easiest to spot.
(ooc: If there’s no bugbear in sight, I’ll head up to the bar and ask the bartender if they might be able to point me to the Munchkin Squad. Or, if they know where I can find Gromedark or Osborn Harweed.)
Enjoying the music of the elven orchestra, something he’s never heard before, a posted bulletin catches Varek’s eye. He walks over to check it out. “Munchkin Squad?”, he says to himself. As he finishes reading through the bulletin and making note of the details, he hears someone enthusiastically conducting their own sing along with the orchestra. When he turns to see a bugbear having a knee-slapping good time on his own, he immediately looks back at the poster and reads aloud, “…bugbear named Gromedark…”. Slowly turning back to the boisterous bugbear, he whispers to himself, “It’s gotta be.”
Varek walks casually over to the bugbear and, when the moment seems right, asks, “Excuse me. Are you Gromedark?”
“I’m Varek Maersk. I’m looking for work…and adventure. I saw the bulletin over there…” Varek points back to the posted bulletin with a side nod. “…for the Munchkin Squad Adventuring Company. It said to speak with a bugbear named Gromedark. You’re the only bugbear I’ve seen thus far. So, I took a chance you might be the one I need to talk to.” Varek pauses a moment before continuing. “So, do you have any openings left for new members?”
“Fair enough. That works for me.” Varek lifts his tankard slightly toward Gromedark, as if to punctuate his statement, even as the bugbear goes back to having himself a good ol’ time.
Osborn slinks through the crowd holding two ales: "Gromey! Ready for another? Oh, I see you have a...friend? Applicant? Hello there, I am Osborn and I am co-founder of the Munchkin Squad. Are you here to join, or to employ us?"
Nodding to Osborn. “Osborn…I’m Varek. I was just speaking with Gromedark about the posted bulletin. I’m interested in joining your adventuring company.”
“Again, it’s good to meet you both. Yes, I’ve had my fair share of battles with dangerous enemies…both alone and as a team. I used to be a scout in our clan military. Being from the mountains, ogres, trolls and their ilk were not uncommon. Even ran into a young dragon once…” Varek trails off just a bit before continuing. “I’m quite good with a bow. And, when needed,” he pats the two battle axes on either side of his belt, “these have been more than enough to finish the job.”
Varek gives a slight smile at Gromedark’s vote of confidence. Looking at the halfling, he asks, “And, what do you think, Osborn? Willing to give a Goliath a shot with the Munchkin Squad?” Varek’s grin widens just a bit more at his well meaning tongue and cheek comment.
Standing if front of the poster. Marten thinks to himself "what's a munchkin or a bugbear? I know what a halfling is there the short beardless dwarfs I think."
Wondering what a bug bear might look like he walks towards the music. As he walks around the corner to the square he sees something he can't quite figure out. 2 tall men? Why he so hairy he asks out load to know one. At this point he sees a beardless dwarf. "A MUCHKIN" he cheers as he runs up to the group.
Once he gets to the group he stands stuned. These two weren't human and the short one was no dwarf.
After about 30 seconds he finally says "I'm sorry that was rude, Hi I'm Marten I'm looking for a beardless dwarf and something called a bugbear. I hear they're munchkins and I want to be one too."
"Um ya no idea....., I defended myself against 2 groups of bandits and a pack of wolves on my way here......oh and I once had to balance atop my staff for three days while dodging pebbles being tossed at me. That count?" "What's a Mangalore or was it Manticore"
Marten looks around "where he go?"
Running to catch up. "Food sounds good, it's almost tea time"
Varek looks at Marten, somewhat impressed. “I couldn’t balance on a post for three hours. Let alone a staff for three days.” Motioning to the vendor, Varek orders two meat pies. After sliding the vendor some coin for his meal, he turns back to the rest of the group. “I agree. A new name might be more appealing to potential customers. But I have to ask, how did you come by the name in the first place?”
Varek bites into one of his meat pies. He chews absentmindedly while thinking about potential names for the party. “Off the top of my head…there’s always the Battleforged, Harbingers, Stormwatch, Sin Eaters, Crimson Council, Bloodborne, Dark Saints, …” Looking to Gromedark and Osborn, “What names do you have in mind?”
Not hungry Marten wonders over to a near by tea stall. He buys a cup of tea, a bag of tea leaves and a new travel kettle after paying he rejoins to group sipping his tea.
"Anyone want some tea it's good?" Not sure what to say he looks around. He sees Osborn is shorter then the rest of the group.
"How about 3 and a half Men?... I'm good for whatever boss"
after the days events of tracking and bloodshed, you all stop at a tavern for a well earned rest. The nest week is slow on jobs, but that's fine, you've had more than enough money to hold you over. Everyone is to busy to need help from adventurers, everyone is too busy preparing for the celebration of Vivervain, the day on which magic came to Fellneral, or at least, that is the legend. Orin has some sort of tradition on Vivervain and has gone off by himself, while you two have seen a large stage constructed in the middle of the town, many people set up pop up shops for food and entertainment. Finally on the day, by the time you wake up people are already celebrating, children play in the streets while their parents watch while chatting, the large stage now has a small orchestra of elves almost drowned out by the laughing and talking. Meanwhile, our new adventurers, you also see this, but you are also seeking out a job, you've heard word of some adventurers for hire looking for more. Now, players, old and new, what are you doing during the celebration?
Osborn has enjoyed a week of relaxation after the tension and danger of the adventures before. Pleased with his new armour and encouraged by the extra protection that it will afford him, the halfling heads down to the centre of town to enjoy the music and festivities.
He scans the crowd for Gromedark, happy with the understanding they've had this last week to go about their own business but meet up for meals and to share leads on new jobs.
Marten arrived in town a few days prior and has been staying at the local temple. After almost being killed more then once on the road alone, he discided it was time to travel with others.
Marten woke at the same time he always does, 30 mins before first light, preformed his daily exercise and forms then proceeded cleaning the Temple. After completing the chores he does in way of thanks he heads to the town square. Today was the day he finds a group to join and having never been to a festival he thought he start looking there.
Varek takes in the sights and sounds of the celebration, while looking for a vendor to buy some drink. After purchasing a tankard, he begins to look about the area for any job postings that may provide details. He also scans the crowd for potential adventurers. Anyone who might know of work to be had.
Enjoying the music of the elven orchestra, something he’s never heard before, a posted bulletin catches his eye. He walks over to check it out. “Munchkin Squad?”, he thinks to himself. After reading through the bulletin twice and making note of the details, he begins to make his way to the Cracked Goblet Tavern. On his way to the tavern, he keeps an eye out for an armorer and general goods store. Assuming all goes well, it’ll be good to sell a few items, as well as stock up for whatever adventure may lay ahead.
Once at the Cracked Goblet, Varek looks around for the bugbear, as he’d probably be the easiest to spot.
(ooc: If there’s no bugbear in sight, I’ll head up to the bar and ask the bartender if they might be able to point me to the Munchkin Squad. Or, if they know where I can find Gromedark or Osborn Harweed.)
(ooc: No worries at all. If it’s still daylight, I’ll stay back with the festivities until evening before heading to the Cracked Goblet.)
Enjoying the music of the elven orchestra, something he’s never heard before, a posted bulletin catches Varek’s eye. He walks over to check it out. “Munchkin Squad?”, he says to himself. As he finishes reading through the bulletin and making note of the details, he hears someone enthusiastically conducting their own sing along with the orchestra. When he turns to see a bugbear having a knee-slapping good time on his own, he immediately looks back at the poster and reads aloud, “…bugbear named Gromedark…”. Slowly turning back to the boisterous bugbear, he whispers to himself, “It’s gotta be.”
Varek walks casually over to the bugbear and, when the moment seems right, asks, “Excuse me. Are you Gromedark?”
“I’m Varek Maersk. I’m looking for work…and adventure. I saw the bulletin over there…” Varek points back to the posted bulletin with a side nod. “…for the Munchkin Squad Adventuring Company. It said to speak with a bugbear named Gromedark. You’re the only bugbear I’ve seen thus far. So, I took a chance you might be the one I need to talk to.” Varek pauses a moment before continuing. “So, do you have any openings left for new members?”
“Fair enough. That works for me.” Varek lifts his tankard slightly toward Gromedark, as if to punctuate his statement, even as the bugbear goes back to having himself a good ol’ time.
Osborn slinks through the crowd holding two ales: "Gromey! Ready for another? Oh, I see you have a...friend? Applicant? Hello there, I am Osborn and I am co-founder of the Munchkin Squad. Are you here to join, or to employ us?"
Nodding to Osborn. “Osborn…I’m Varek. I was just speaking with Gromedark about the posted bulletin. I’m interested in joining your adventuring company.”
“Again, it’s good to meet you both. Yes, I’ve had my fair share of battles with dangerous enemies…both alone and as a team. I used to be a scout in our clan military. Being from the mountains, ogres, trolls and their ilk were not uncommon. Even ran into a young dragon once…” Varek trails off just a bit before continuing. “I’m quite good with a bow. And, when needed,” he pats the two battle axes on either side of his belt, “these have been more than enough to finish the job.”
Varek gives a slight smile at Gromedark’s vote of confidence. Looking at the halfling, he asks, “And, what do you think, Osborn? Willing to give a Goliath a shot with the Munchkin Squad?” Varek’s grin widens just a bit more at his well meaning tongue and cheek comment.
Standing if front of the poster. Marten thinks to himself "what's a munchkin or a bugbear? I know what a halfling is there the short beardless dwarfs I think."
Wondering what a bug bear might look like he walks towards the music. As he walks around the corner to the square he sees something he can't quite figure out. 2 tall men? Why he so hairy he asks out load to know one. At this point he sees a beardless dwarf. "A MUCHKIN" he cheers as he runs up to the group.
Once he gets to the group he stands stuned. These two weren't human and the short one was no dwarf.
After about 30 seconds he finally says "I'm sorry that was rude, Hi I'm Marten I'm looking for a beardless dwarf and something called a bugbear. I hear they're munchkins and I want to be one too."
Liking the idea of a hot meal, Varek follows and casually keeps pace with Gromedark as the party heads out.
Marten closes his eyes to think.
"Um ya no idea....., I defended myself against 2 groups of bandits and a pack of wolves on my way here......oh and I once had to balance atop my staff for three days while dodging pebbles being tossed at me. That count?" "What's a Mangalore or was it Manticore"
Marten looks around "where he go?"
Running to catch up. "Food sounds good, it's almost tea time"
Varek looks at Marten, somewhat impressed. “I couldn’t balance on a post for three hours. Let alone a staff for three days.” Motioning to the vendor, Varek orders two meat pies. After sliding the vendor some coin for his meal, he turns back to the rest of the group. “I agree. A new name might be more appealing to potential customers. But I have to ask, how did you come by the name in the first place?”
Varek bites into one of his meat pies. He chews absentmindedly while thinking about potential names for the party. “Off the top of my head…there’s always the Battleforged, Harbingers, Stormwatch, Sin Eaters, Crimson Council, Bloodborne, Dark Saints, …” Looking to Gromedark and Osborn, “What names do you have in mind?”
Not hungry Marten wonders over to a near by tea stall. He buys a cup of tea, a bag of tea leaves and a new travel kettle after paying he rejoins to group sipping his tea.
"Anyone want some tea it's good?" Not sure what to say he looks around. He sees Osborn is shorter then the rest of the group.
"How about 3 and a half Men?... I'm good for whatever boss"
(ooc: “…3 and a half men…” 🤣 🤣 🤣)