OOC: #1: oh boy, I hadn't completed the Greasy Weasel, but since I'm heading up the writing for that location I'll kill 2 birds with 1 stone and write the lore as I go. So; temple first then the Greasy Weasel. #2: I can't find explicitly where it suggests the ball is tonight, so consider this a retcon and I'm saying the ball is tomorrow night/past midnight (so 1 day or 1.5 days away respectively) so we can prepare.
Modesty pauses. It isn't in her character to lean against others; life has been a school of hard knocks and it has taught her to be self sufficient. On the other hand, it wouldn't project an air of grace or authority if she was to tumble down a flight of stairs in front of new adventurers.
" I don't require assistance with my injuries, these bandages will suffice until I can get to a healer. Perhaps if you can assist Zensiro to bandage that shoulder or at least create a sling, that might free up his other hand to stabilise himself on the journey down the stairs''
Modesty ignores the question about the cause of her injuries. You get the feeling this is a sore point and one that is causing her embarrassment.
" I think the temple is your first port of call for healing. The Greasy Weasel…..is safe; but it draws a crowd for different reasons than it's fine food, although their chicken is delightful, very generous portions. The proprietor of the Greasy Weasel, Halfroc Brandywood, is a scoundrel and he will try overcharging you for a room, but he isn't a bad sort overall. The fighting pits are the main attraction at the 'Weasel, and Halfroc is bookkeeper and host of the fight nights."
Modesty considers, before continuing.
"Tell you what, guards are rubbish healers, and I would hate for more cutlery to ruin your night; I'll accompany you to the temple for some healing before returning to the guardhouse. Are we ready to leave?"
Hurren, who had been silent for a few minutes, suddenly says in Common, "I just had the most remarkable daydream or vision. The whole world was in commotion, the ground trembling beneath our feet, gods battling like lightning in the skies. Then all became quiet, and everything went back to the way it was, although I have a very faint memory of a scaly companion who did not return after the tumult. I do not know the meaning of the dream, but all seems well now."
The monk then busies himself assisting his companions into the temple, and keeping a watchful eye on the Sergeant, lest she stumble or require help. Then as he waits he will attempt to engage some of the local acolytes in conversation, asking questions about their deities and rituals, and taking notes on scraps of parchment.
"I think I shared you vision a bit there Hurren."Skrach looks around in a slightly trepidatious fashion for a moment before returning to his normal self "Now, based on what we was just discussing, I seem to be ok in town in my natural beauty, and based on the Sarge, devilspawn are all right too"He looks slightly guilty over at the Sergeant as if realising what he had said "No offence love, if I was gonna be got by a devil I would be happy if it was you"Skrach rights himself and holds up two items, the Hat of Disguise and the Robe of Serpents "So does anyone else want the magic disguis hat? Cause I think the snake robe is more my bag unless anyone wants it?"
"I think I shared you vision a bit there Hurren."Skrach looks around in a slightly trepidatious fashion for a moment before returning to his normal self "Now, based on what we was just discussing, I seem to be ok in town in my natural beauty, and based on the Sarge, devilspawn are all right too"He looks slightly guilty over at the Sergeant as if realising what he had said "No offence love, if I was gonna be got by a devil I would be happy if it was you"Skrach rights himself and holds up two items, the Hat of Disguise and the Robe of Serpents "So does anyone else want the magic disguis hat? Cause I think the snake robe is more my bag unless anyone wants it?"
"I'll take the disguise hat" Malichi says "although maybe in this place I don't need it either" with a nod to Sgt Modesty "I had the same daydream. I'm just glad it's over at this point"
Overhearing the discussion about the magical hat, Hurren comments, "I also have these boots of striding and springing which do not seem suited for me, if anyone would like them."
Modesty waves over her head, as if feeling for puppet strings before addressing the group.
"Time in Haven operates differently than to other realms; the constant portals opening and closing creates some strange sensations occasionally." Modesty checks again for imaginary threads "If I'm being honest, I have no idea how my legs became injured; I was fixing a bell tower, and then I woke up injured. It is best sometimes just to start moving forward without looking backwards for too long, lest you drive yourself crazy remembering what used to be".
Modesty addresses scratch. " Danarian; from the city of Danar. What I am is a Tiefling, where I'm from is the city of Danar" modesty pauses "which is in hell, but that's not the point. There is a difference between a Danarian and a devil". Modesty flashes a dangerous grin. " I see the temple ahead".
Zensiro appears slightly less unsettled, as though he has experienced these anomalies before. "Yes, the Sergeant here is correct. This had the hallmarks of one of those transient intersections of two planes that are unusually common here. Often, it results in the portals that brought many of us to Haven, but occasionally the intersection is a bit more ... disruptive. And tangible. It appears that the lizard man either scampered off in that chaos or, perish the thought, was transported away. To where? Only the gods know. I also felt the echo of that automaton from earlier, as though he were attempting to push his way back from another realm. Truly a strange plane this city exists in. I'll make a note of it, catalogue the details this evening." Addressing the matter of the newly acquired items, "Perhaps Flint or Dexan might benefit from these boots? I feel I'm nimble enough. I also mustn't forget I have this spell scroll for you, Dexan. Not sure what magic it holds, so I imagine it will be of greater use to you." He takes a few strides, before being struck by a realization. "Hurren, I don't think amidst all that fighting we've actually been properly introduced. How did you come to find yourself in Haven and where did you acquire your particular skills?"
Hurren smiles wistfully, and gets a faraway look in his eyes. "This one's skills are nothing compared to his masters" he says quietly, in Elvish. He remains silent for a few seconds, then speaks again, now in Common.
"My tribe lived in Oakthorn village, part of the Tangled Trees community in the great forest of Cormanthor. When I was a child of only twenty-five summers, our village was destroyed by raiders... "here, his eyes unconsciously dart toward Skrach, " .... raiders, and I was taken captive. I was enslaved for a time, long enough to learn their foul language," here he stops, embarassed, "Er, anyway, after several years I managed to flee into the forest and elude my captors. I had little skill in hunting, though, and often went hungry. More than once I fainted from lack of nourishment. After one such episode, I awoke to find myself in a wooden cart being pulled by a donkey. A group of kindly human monks had found me. They took me back to their home, and nursed me to health. As I was still a child, and had no family, they raised me as one of their own, and over time I learned many of their practices, spiritual and martial, and was beginning to understand how to harness my ki, that is, the living energy inside all of us.
"However, Elves mature far slower than humans, and I was not particularly quick to learn my lessons. My masters grew old and withered like summer flowers giving way to winter frost, while my youth lingered. To me, it seemed a short time, but eventually all the monks I had initially met were gone, and the new, while kind, simply reminded me of the friends and mentors I had lost. So I bade them farewell, and began a journey through the lands to learn more of the ways of my own ancient people." Here, Hurren smiles at Zensiro. "I have always had an interest in the spiritual, especially in the gods of my fathers, but the monks knew little of elven deities or religion. As I have traveled, I try to pick up snippets here and there. If you have any knowledge in this area, I would be grateful for anything you care to share.
"I was journeying through the land to Evermeet to learn more of our kin, when a shining portal appeared before me, and my curiosity got the best of me. I was transported here, and the portal closed behind me. I am grateful, though, to have met such worthy companions in this strange land."
Skrach says in Goblin"No need to be coy coz of me, Elf is good eatin amongst some of my folk, but they are also useful as the slave tends to outlast the master, no offence meant, if it helps, I have distanced meself from that bit of the culture"
Hurren's body stiffens, and without turning to look at the druid, he says softly in Goblin, "Can the leopard change its spots? Or the tiger her stripes?"
"How I got to Haven is pretty similar. I was 'taking my leave' of some business associates when saw flashing lights above coming right at me" Malichi tells you "Next thing I know I'm in an open air market. What seemed really strange to me is that nobody here seems to think that's strange. I should be grateful though. It got me out of a tight spot"
Zensiro looks thoughtfully at Malichi. "I wonder just how many people in Haven are grateful to be here, rather than mournful at having been ripped from a settled life. I should include that in my observations, I think."
He then turns to Hurren with an empathetic look and speaks in elvish. "My comrade, I cannot fathom the suffering that you must have endured. Many thanks to Rillifane Rallathil for delivering you to the care of those monks, but your own strength must be considerable to have come through all of that intact. I believe Rillifane is the favoured of the elves of Tangled Trees, although from what I have heard, that is a place of constant suffering as well. It is woeful that our people have collectively endured so much, but it seems there are few in Faerun that truly live without fear. I would gladly teach you what I know of the Seldarine, but I must confess my people follow the Earthmother, some equate her with Chauntea, and we live somewhat apart from most of the Tel'Quessir. I am of the Llewyrr and am fortunate to have been born shortly after the restoration of our city by the eladrin. Prior to that time, our torment was like your people's in Tangled Trees, constant and withering. But we are here in Haven now, and perhaps tonight we shall pray and then drink to happier days!"
Finally, he takes a look down at Skrach, puzzled at this unusual goblin. "Where did you say you were from, Skrach? Faerun, or some other plane? I've never heard of a goblin druid. Of course, I'd never seen a lizard man eat a blade before tonight either. Truly intriguing. You acquitted yourself admirably in battle, no questioning your courage. My thanks to you for that."
"I was a little bit different to some of me mates growing up, so I moved away from the klan and set up a nice little farm, trading with locals Goblin groups for spun spider silk and rat milk. Recently my livestock has been getting sick. so I left our cave to see about a cure. I walked out of the cave onto a street, where a guard told me that if I needed cash, they were recruiting irregulars. I figured, may as well, I am going to have to pay for medicinal herbs and stuff."
The monk listens to the words of his new companions, but makes no reply. When they reach the temple, he announces that he will spend the remainder of the evening there, taking a simple meal and meditating. "I appreciate the invitation to the... tavern... but I require some time to ponder and reflect. I will rejoin you in the morning."
As he excuses himself from your company, he walks past Zensiro and murmurs in Elvish, "Thank you for your kindness. I am sorry to have burdened you with my troubles. But... my heart does feel a little lighter, all the same." And with that, he disappears in search of a place of solitude.
The party reaches the Temple. An understated edifice, larger than any other in the Shopps, stands before you, crafted of roughly hewn limestone blocks. Above the massive doors, etched into the stone, is the phrase "All are welcome" in the common script.
Still under construction, the Temple's sturdy square base gives rise to a tower, currently three stories tall, with a crenellated top. Whereas normally these battlements would serve to provide cover to archers and other defenders, at the Temple they are merely a practical architectural feature, a simple base upon which to construct the next story as more and more gods and goddesses come to be represented amongst the believers of Haven.
As you contemplate the structure, footsteps approach from behind and you hear a chuckle. "Hail and well met, my friends! I see you've found our lovely temple. Surely you'll accompany me inside and relax in some quiet contemplation. We have numerous rooms suitable for worship of all varieties. My name's Baern, by the way. Baern Hoffenhorn, Priest of Dugmaren Brightmantle, dwarven god of invention and discovery. Pleasure to meet you! I'm something of an administrator here."
Baern slides past you and places a strong hand firmly upon the oaken doors. He looks at you brightly, his eyes betraying a sincere hope that you might follow him inside.
"You all look awful, please come inside so we may look at your injuries. More and more of you adventures come back from outside the walls on those 'wilderness patrols' looking like you wondered through a nesting owlbear's lair. Our acolytes inside all have various levels of healing experience depending on their patron deity"
Inside you find a large open room, circular, with space sufficient for two hundred or so to gather. The ceiling is a buttressed dome reaching some forty feet above you, unadorned as of yet, and crafted of the same limestone as the exterior walls.Once the party is inside, Bayern motions over some clerics to assist the wounded and adds;
"If you were looking for lodging for the night I would highly recommend the Stumbalon Inn; they have the best Bard you will find in any of the planes that intersect with Haven. And while it's not a law, I would be remiss if I didn't make you aware that an agreement among neighbours means that none of the establishments here [in the Shopps district] sell alcohol, encourage gambling, or offer any other adult entertainment."
Modesty steps forward; " Well that sounds as exciting as getting my hooves filed... Baern, you know my deal, I have to get back to duty at the Guardhouse, would you mind If I skipped over introductions and get my legs looked at?" Modesty turns to the party. " I leave you in the capable hands of Master Hoffenhorn. Make sure you drop by the 'Weasel later for that dancing lesson later little one" Modesty winks at Skratch before departing to receive healing, then return to the Guardhouse to make a report to Captain Kolar on the night's events.
Baern comments after Modesty departs " I get a lot of visits after her 'dancing lessons' too. Our resident pit fighting champion/ Sargent draws no quarter. There is plenty of adult entertainment in the shadows district where the Greasy Weasel is found. Now, aside from getting you all back to full health, can I help you out with anything else? I'm somewhat of an unofficial guide to newcomers to the Shopps, so any question is a good question."
The monk listens to the words of his new companions, but makes no reply. When they reach the temple, he announces that he will spend the remainder of the evening there, taking a simple meal and meditating. "I appreciate the invitation to the... tavern... but I require some time to ponder and reflect. I will rejoin you in the morning."
As he excuses himself from your company, he walks past Zensiro and murmurs in Elvish, "Thank you for your kindness. I am sorry to have burdened you with my troubles. But... my heart does feel a little lighter, all the same." And with that, he disappears in search of a place of solitude.
Give me a tick, I will pull up a little menu for you. And I just checked your sheet 😅, so let me work up something.. *insert Apple pinwheel of death animation*
Food and lodging for the night at the clerics quarters across the road has been offered to you by Baern for 8 silver pieces. Food is basic, and the lodging is little more than a bed, and candle on a night stand.
A bowl of stew and mug of hot mulled ginger ale with local spices at the Stumbalon inn will cost 5 silver pieces, and lodging for a room starts at 8 silver.
You are welcome to meditate at Temple of all gods. There is always a priest, cleric, or Paladin Guard on duty in any of the temples many Wings or areas. If you would prefer to stay in the temple for the night, you are offered a private room with a cushion large enough for you to sit or kneel comfortably for the length of your trance.
Hurren will remain at the temple, meditating, visiting with acolytes and priests and asking them about their deities and rituals, fasting, and making attempts to pray to various Elven deities to see if he feels affinity towards any of them. He will rejoin the party in the morning unless there is an urgent need before then.
(OOC leaning towards Corellon Larethian unless you have strong feelings about some other deity).
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OOC: #1: oh boy, I hadn't completed the Greasy Weasel, but since I'm heading up the writing for that location I'll kill 2 birds with 1 stone and write the lore as I go. So; temple first then the Greasy Weasel. #2: I can't find explicitly where it suggests the ball is tonight, so consider this a retcon and I'm saying the ball is tomorrow night/past midnight (so 1 day or 1.5 days away respectively) so we can prepare.
Modesty pauses. It isn't in her character to lean against others; life has been a school of hard knocks and it has taught her to be self sufficient. On the other hand, it wouldn't project an air of grace or authority if she was to tumble down a flight of stairs in front of new adventurers.
" I don't require assistance with my injuries, these bandages will suffice until I can get to a healer. Perhaps if you can assist Zensiro to bandage that shoulder or at least create a sling, that might free up his other hand to stabilise himself on the journey down the stairs''
Modesty ignores the question about the cause of her injuries. You get the feeling this is a sore point and one that is causing her embarrassment.
" I think the temple is your first port of call for healing. The Greasy Weasel…..is safe; but it draws a crowd for different reasons than it's fine food, although their chicken is delightful, very generous portions. The proprietor of the Greasy Weasel, Halfroc Brandywood, is a scoundrel and he will try overcharging you for a room, but he isn't a bad sort overall. The fighting pits are the main attraction at the 'Weasel, and Halfroc is bookkeeper and host of the fight nights."
Modesty considers, before continuing.
"Tell you what, guards are rubbish healers, and I would hate for more cutlery to ruin your night; I'll accompany you to the temple for some healing before returning to the guardhouse. Are we ready to leave?"
The party descends the stairs of the clock tower without issue. Modesty leads you out of the barracks and into the city proper.
As you make your way at an easy pace, there is time for some small talk until the temple of all gods is reached by the party.
Modesty is mostly silent, favouring her left leg which is slightly less injured than her right.
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Hurren, who had been silent for a few minutes, suddenly says in Common, "I just had the most remarkable daydream or vision. The whole world was in commotion, the ground trembling beneath our feet, gods battling like lightning in the skies. Then all became quiet, and everything went back to the way it was, although I have a very faint memory of a scaly companion who did not return after the tumult. I do not know the meaning of the dream, but all seems well now."
The monk then busies himself assisting his companions into the temple, and keeping a watchful eye on the Sergeant, lest she stumble or require help. Then as he waits he will attempt to engage some of the local acolytes in conversation, asking questions about their deities and rituals, and taking notes on scraps of parchment.
"I think I shared you vision a bit there Hurren." Skrach looks around in a slightly trepidatious fashion for a moment before returning to his normal self "Now, based on what we was just discussing, I seem to be ok in town in my natural beauty, and based on the Sarge, devilspawn are all right too" He looks slightly guilty over at the Sergeant as if realising what he had said "No offence love, if I was gonna be got by a devil I would be happy if it was you" Skrach rights himself and holds up two items, the Hat of Disguise and the Robe of Serpents "So does anyone else want the magic disguis hat? Cause I think the snake robe is more my bag unless anyone wants it?"
Skrach / Miner
"I'll take the disguise hat" Malichi says "although maybe in this place I don't need it either" with a nod to Sgt Modesty "I had the same daydream. I'm just glad it's over at this point"
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Overhearing the discussion about the magical hat, Hurren comments, "I also have these boots of striding and springing which do not seem suited for me, if anyone would like them."
Modesty waves over her head, as if feeling for puppet strings before addressing the group.
"Time in Haven operates differently than to other realms; the constant portals opening and closing creates some strange sensations occasionally." Modesty checks again for imaginary threads "If I'm being honest, I have no idea how my legs became injured; I was fixing a bell tower, and then I woke up injured. It is best sometimes just to start moving forward without looking backwards for too long, lest you drive yourself crazy remembering what used to be".
Modesty addresses scratch. " Danarian; from the city of Danar. What I am is a Tiefling, where I'm from is the city of Danar" modesty pauses "which is in hell, but that's not the point. There is a difference between a Danarian and a devil". Modesty flashes a dangerous grin. " I see the temple ahead".
Zensiro appears slightly less unsettled, as though he has experienced these anomalies before. "Yes, the Sergeant here is correct. This had the hallmarks of one of those transient intersections of two planes that are unusually common here. Often, it results in the portals that brought many of us to Haven, but occasionally the intersection is a bit more ... disruptive. And tangible. It appears that the lizard man either scampered off in that chaos or, perish the thought, was transported away. To where? Only the gods know. I also felt the echo of that automaton from earlier, as though he were attempting to push his way back from another realm. Truly a strange plane this city exists in. I'll make a note of it, catalogue the details this evening." Addressing the matter of the newly acquired items, "Perhaps Flint or Dexan might benefit from these boots? I feel I'm nimble enough. I also mustn't forget I have this spell scroll for you, Dexan. Not sure what magic it holds, so I imagine it will be of greater use to you." He takes a few strides, before being struck by a realization. "Hurren, I don't think amidst all that fighting we've actually been properly introduced. How did you come to find yourself in Haven and where did you acquire your particular skills?"
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Hurren smiles wistfully, and gets a faraway look in his eyes. "This one's skills are nothing compared to his masters" he says quietly, in Elvish. He remains silent for a few seconds, then speaks again, now in Common.
"My tribe lived in Oakthorn village, part of the Tangled Trees community in the great forest of Cormanthor. When I was a child of only twenty-five summers, our village was destroyed by raiders... " here, his eyes unconsciously dart toward Skrach, " .... raiders, and I was taken captive. I was enslaved for a time, long enough to learn their foul language," here he stops, embarassed, "Er, anyway, after several years I managed to flee into the forest and elude my captors. I had little skill in hunting, though, and often went hungry. More than once I fainted from lack of nourishment. After one such episode, I awoke to find myself in a wooden cart being pulled by a donkey. A group of kindly human monks had found me. They took me back to their home, and nursed me to health. As I was still a child, and had no family, they raised me as one of their own, and over time I learned many of their practices, spiritual and martial, and was beginning to understand how to harness my ki, that is, the living energy inside all of us.
"However, Elves mature far slower than humans, and I was not particularly quick to learn my lessons. My masters grew old and withered like summer flowers giving way to winter frost, while my youth lingered. To me, it seemed a short time, but eventually all the monks I had initially met were gone, and the new, while kind, simply reminded me of the friends and mentors I had lost. So I bade them farewell, and began a journey through the lands to learn more of the ways of my own ancient people." Here, Hurren smiles at Zensiro. "I have always had an interest in the spiritual, especially in the gods of my fathers, but the monks knew little of elven deities or religion. As I have traveled, I try to pick up snippets here and there. If you have any knowledge in this area, I would be grateful for anything you care to share.
"I was journeying through the land to Evermeet to learn more of our kin, when a shining portal appeared before me, and my curiosity got the best of me. I was transported here, and the portal closed behind me. I am grateful, though, to have met such worthy companions in this strange land."
Skrach says in Goblin "No need to be coy coz of me, Elf is good eatin amongst some of my folk, but they are also useful as the slave tends to outlast the master, no offence meant, if it helps, I have distanced meself from that bit of the culture"
Skrach / Miner
Hurren's body stiffens, and without turning to look at the druid, he says softly in Goblin, "Can the leopard change its spots? Or the tiger her stripes?"
"How I got to Haven is pretty similar. I was 'taking my leave' of some business associates when saw flashing lights above coming right at me" Malichi tells you "Next thing I know I'm in an open air market. What seemed really strange to me is that nobody here seems to think that's strange. I should be grateful though. It got me out of a tight spot"
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Zensiro looks thoughtfully at Malichi. "I wonder just how many people in Haven are grateful to be here, rather than mournful at having been ripped from a settled life. I should include that in my observations, I think."
He then turns to Hurren with an empathetic look and speaks in elvish. "My comrade, I cannot fathom the suffering that you must have endured. Many thanks to Rillifane Rallathil for delivering you to the care of those monks, but your own strength must be considerable to have come through all of that intact. I believe Rillifane is the favoured of the elves of Tangled Trees, although from what I have heard, that is a place of constant suffering as well. It is woeful that our people have collectively endured so much, but it seems there are few in Faerun that truly live without fear. I would gladly teach you what I know of the Seldarine, but I must confess my people follow the Earthmother, some equate her with Chauntea, and we live somewhat apart from most of the Tel'Quessir. I am of the Llewyrr and am fortunate to have been born shortly after the restoration of our city by the eladrin. Prior to that time, our torment was like your people's in Tangled Trees, constant and withering. But we are here in Haven now, and perhaps tonight we shall pray and then drink to happier days!"
Finally, he takes a look down at Skrach, puzzled at this unusual goblin. "Where did you say you were from, Skrach? Faerun, or some other plane? I've never heard of a goblin druid. Of course, I'd never seen a lizard man eat a blade before tonight either. Truly intriguing. You acquitted yourself admirably in battle, no questioning your courage. My thanks to you for that."
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Dexan listens, but says nothing. Why are so many of this group from other worlds? Crazy coincidences I suppose. He thinks to himself
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
"I was a little bit different to some of me mates growing up, so I moved away from the klan and set up a nice little farm, trading with locals Goblin groups for spun spider silk and rat milk. Recently my livestock has been getting sick. so I left our cave to see about a cure. I walked out of the cave onto a street, where a guard told me that if I needed cash, they were recruiting irregulars. I figured, may as well, I am going to have to pay for medicinal herbs and stuff."
Skrach / Miner
The monk listens to the words of his new companions, but makes no reply. When they reach the temple, he announces that he will spend the remainder of the evening there, taking a simple meal and meditating. "I appreciate the invitation to the... tavern... but I require some time to ponder and reflect. I will rejoin you in the morning."
As he excuses himself from your company, he walks past Zensiro and murmurs in Elvish, "Thank you for your kindness. I am sorry to have burdened you with my troubles. But... my heart does feel a little lighter, all the same." And with that, he disappears in search of a place of solitude.
The party reaches the Temple. An understated edifice, larger than any other in the Shopps, stands before you, crafted of roughly hewn limestone blocks. Above the massive doors, etched into the stone, is the phrase "All are welcome" in the common script.
Still under construction, the Temple's sturdy square base gives rise to a tower, currently three stories tall, with a crenellated top. Whereas normally these battlements would serve to provide cover to archers and other defenders, at the Temple they are merely a practical architectural feature, a simple base upon which to construct the next story as more and more gods and goddesses come to be represented amongst the believers of Haven.
As you contemplate the structure, footsteps approach from behind and you hear a chuckle. "Hail and well met, my friends! I see you've found our lovely temple. Surely you'll accompany me inside and relax in some quiet contemplation. We have numerous rooms suitable for worship of all varieties. My name's Baern, by the way. Baern Hoffenhorn, Priest of Dugmaren Brightmantle, dwarven god of invention and discovery. Pleasure to meet you! I'm something of an administrator here."
Baern slides past you and places a strong hand firmly upon the oaken doors. He looks at you brightly, his eyes betraying a sincere hope that you might follow him inside.
"You all look awful, please come inside so we may look at your injuries. More and more of you adventures come back from outside the walls on those 'wilderness patrols' looking like you wondered through a nesting owlbear's lair. Our acolytes inside all have various levels of healing experience depending on their patron deity"
Inside you find a large open room, circular, with space sufficient for two hundred or so to gather. The ceiling is a buttressed dome reaching some forty feet above you, unadorned as of yet, and crafted of the same limestone as the exterior walls.Once the party is inside, Bayern motions over some clerics to assist the wounded and adds;
"If you were looking for lodging for the night I would highly recommend the Stumbalon Inn; they have the best Bard you will find in any of the planes that intersect with Haven. And while it's not a law, I would be remiss if I didn't make you aware that an agreement among neighbours means that none of the establishments here [in the Shopps district] sell alcohol, encourage gambling, or offer any other adult entertainment."
Modesty steps forward; " Well that sounds as exciting as getting my hooves filed... Baern, you know my deal, I have to get back to duty at the Guardhouse, would you mind If I skipped over introductions and get my legs looked at?" Modesty turns to the party. " I leave you in the capable hands of Master Hoffenhorn. Make sure you drop by the 'Weasel later for that dancing lesson later little one" Modesty winks at Skratch before departing to receive healing, then return to the Guardhouse to make a report to Captain Kolar on the night's events.
Baern comments after Modesty departs " I get a lot of visits after her 'dancing lessons' too. Our resident pit fighting champion/ Sargent draws no quarter. There is plenty of adult entertainment in the shadows district where the Greasy Weasel is found. Now, aside from getting you all back to full health, can I help you out with anything else? I'm somewhat of an unofficial guide to newcomers to the Shopps, so any question is a good question."
How would you like to proceed?
Give me a tick, I will pull up a little menu for you. And I just checked your sheet 😅, so let me work up something.. *insert Apple pinwheel of death animation*
Food and lodging for the night at the clerics quarters across the road has been offered to you by Baern for 8 silver pieces. Food is basic, and the lodging is little more than a bed, and candle on a night stand.
A bowl of stew and mug of hot mulled ginger ale with local spices at the Stumbalon inn will cost 5 silver pieces, and lodging for a room starts at 8 silver.
You are welcome to meditate at Temple of all gods. There is always a priest, cleric, or Paladin Guard on duty in any of the temples many Wings or areas. If you would prefer to stay in the temple for the night, you are offered a private room with a cushion large enough for you to sit or kneel comfortably for the length of your trance.
"Quite a representation of deities you have here Baern. Do you have space devoted to Tymora?" Malichi asks
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Hurren will remain at the temple, meditating, visiting with acolytes and priests and asking them about their deities and rituals, fasting, and making attempts to pray to various Elven deities to see if he feels affinity towards any of them. He will rejoin the party in the morning unless there is an urgent need before then.
(OOC leaning towards Corellon Larethian unless you have strong feelings about some other deity).