PM received and answer with a small question too. The only thing close to a concept I wouldn't enjoy playing would be my character losing his powers (which is a plot I see DMs using more with Warlocks and I personally don't enjoy). Aside that I think I'm fine with everything.
Some of you haven't made the trip North yet. So Whether or not your character is native to Ice Wind Dale please explain where your character is currently at? (ex: land you come from, town, village, clan etc.) What your character is currently doing to make a living? And the thoughts associated with the life it's living now. As well as the current season for that area?
While you contemplate this you here yells in the distance coming closer. As the noise starts to get closer you either out of curiosity or just casually wanting to see what this is all about decide to take a look. You see a older grey hair gentlemen upon a cart that being pulled by two oxen. It's headed forward along the path past your location. A young boy sits to his right shouting rather loudly for all to hear. "Recruiting today at the black tent at the edge of town. Looking for able individuals who are capable of taking up arms and willing to relocate for some special missions. You will be rewarded for your cooperation in this matter. See Everett Blackheart for further details. " The boy repeats this over and over as they make there way past you moving on down the street.
Davis is a weathered and scarred old warrior living in Neverwinter. He works as a weapons master and trainer, teaching spoiled noble brats more often than not. The city guard of Neverwinter also uses him to train their recruits, which Davis enjoys a bit more than the spoiled nobles. The guard doesn't pay as well though, so he doesn't really have a choice about turning down the better paying customers. It is always fair in Neverwinter, as the land around it is heated by the nearby volcano.
Having just finished yet another training session with one nasty noble brat, Davis is in a surly mood, a bit out of the normal for him, as he strides away from the noble estates and back towards his own section of the city. Hearing the shouting, he frowns and turns down a different road, heading towards one of the market areas. Finding the wagon, with the boy shouting about seeing Everett Blackheart, Davis shrugs and prepares to move along.
He figures he has done his part, having fought in two wars in his younger days, not to mention doing the adventurer life for a bit before that. He has a goodlife here, a woman he loves to share a life with, some good friends, and a job that pays the bills. Turning he starts back towards his home once more.
Somehow though his feet did not take him to his home. Instead he found himself at the edge of town, standing outside of one large black tent, considering his options.
A short, lithe humanoid figure about 5' tall clad all in light grey - a wool hooded robe, form-fitting woolen clothing over studded leather. and a mask over her face, only almond-shaped beautiful brown eyes reveal her race to be either part fey or part elf, and part human. She carries a small matching grey shield which has a pair of feminine eyes with 7 stars surrounding decorating it (holy symbol of Selune). She has a rapier, a longbow, and a fully stocked brown leather pack.
She had been journeying North from waterdeep for many days, looking for an opportunity that would give her purpose.. on hearing the boy, she wonders if this is it.
She also appears outside the black tent in Neverwinter.
Magwynn is from the North, though her kin don't inhabit any of the towns proper. Or even the towns improper. They live higher up the Spine of the World, and only venture down the trail or river if there is a need too great and nature cannot supply. The firbolg's giant heritage is hard to miss, as she stands at just over 8 foot tall, and is presumably built like a brick shithouse, though it's hard to tell how much is muscle and how much is natural insulation under the multiple layers of hides and furs she wears to keep out the deep winter chill. Her outer wraps and mukluks display her skill with leathers and stitchwork, a passive advertisement of the wares she sells. When she wants to be seen, that is -- for all her height and bulk, her movement through the wilderness makes hardly a sound, and it's almost as if she's invisible, though that hardly seems possible once confronted with her presence.
Still, it's hard to miss her in the open space of the tundra, breaking a path through the snow -- a task her brothers have on occasion been hired to do, in heavy winters -- as she heads towards one of the towns, her pack laden heavy with leathers and furs to sell or trade.
“Hm, not so cold as yesterday.” Velan said as he stepped outside the Northlook. The innkeeper had said to him it was the start of the summer, but the wizard didn’t expect it to be so noticeable. He had arrived in Bryn Shander two or three months earlier, guarding a caravan that hired him as escort in Good Mead. Merchants trading in spirits, eager to brave the harsh trails to the Eastway and the other eight towns.
Yes, other eight, and not nine, for he refused to count Dougan’s Hole as something civilized enough to be called a town. The Crone had him threw between the end of the borough and the stone slabs that formed the only thing in miles capable to pass as a touristic attraction. The way from there to the hamlet was short, but it took time before he could get help from anyone there. Cold, uncouth lot. They had given him a minute under a roof and some pelts only to drive him out and there was no attempt whatsoever of hiding the fact.
He could understand that his appearance didn’t exactly inspire trust, he was a bluish-gray hexblood with three claw marks over his right eye and white tattoo-like lines over the left one and his chin besides the characteristics of a half-orc, but it wouldn’t have killed that folk to be polite. At least he had better luck in Good Mead.
The road there was bitter like a hag, but it was easy to find people willing to aid, give him a job, in that town. Easier yet was to find work in Bryn Shander. Most days he just needed to go close to the market to find people in need of hired muscle. That was what he did and sure enough there was a boy screaming a recruitment.
Black tent at the edge of the town, Everett Blackheart. Velan repeated to himself with the voice of is mind while following the young announcer. He could at least have said which edge.
You see a half-elven man wearing leather armor, a green cape, and a rapier at his side. He walks along with a jaunt in his step, he has a viol out of his pack and he's playing a little ditty, working on it as he walks. If you heard his accent you could tell that he was from Luskan, perhaps from the bawdier part of town. He has an air of new refinement, or nouveau riche. Except he wasn't that riche. Sometimes he gravitates back to sea tunes and funny rhymes, but also has finer tales and melodies if you listen long enough. As he walks up the street he sings :
Farewell and adieu to you, fair Moonshae ladies. Farewell and adieu, you ladies of 'Shae For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Luskan And so nevermore shall we see you again... hmmm, how can I make that better?
He hears the boy advertising the black tent and recruitment, special missions and he listens, interested. He slings his viol over his back and his hand reflexively goes to the purse at his waist, jingling it and not hearing enough jingle to satisfy him. "Everett Blackheart" he says, and he finds his feet walking toward the tent, out of curiosity and need.
The dwarf meandering down the road is surprisingly thin, one might almost mistake him for a halfling -especially with the smile he often wears. His beard is much shorter than many dwarves you've seen, cropped close to the face. His hair is shaved on the sides and he wears a small topknot. His tan skin conveys a lot of time in the sun and his worn clothing appears patched and sewn together. Despite his tattered appearance a finely made short sword rests on his hip, it is worn to show use and experience, but otherwise appears well cared for and in good condition - perhaps better than the dwarf appears himself. As he is grinning to himself exploring this new place, a brief flash of home enters his thoughts. The monastery at his clanhold was stifling and boring. Compared to the rest of the hold it was open and beautiful, but now that he is free to explore the open road he hasn’t looked back.
His mind stops wandering in the past as he hears the yells. Always happy to help, Sohk smiles as he makes his way towards this tent. Appearing to almost be skipping the dwarf makes his way to the edge of town and looks for the black tent.
As you reach the outskirts of your town whether that be in Never Winter, Bryn Shander or other the black tent now stands before you. The first thing you notice is how rather large the tent really is. The entrance's height is 10 foot tall. It's double curtained with a slip in it's center. As you peer over to the side you notice it's length is about half a football field. Just then you see the right side curtain open and a Goliath step out and slide over to the right of it. As if he was manning his post or possibly standing guard. He quickly looks to his left then his right spotting you standing there eyeing him as well as the tent. You see his eyebrows go up then down as his head justly turns to the side as if he was questioning with out saying what you are doing? Then his head faces forward as he occasionally glances your way as if he was keeping track of your movements.
To Davis
You notice a a short, lithe humanoid figure about 5' tall clad all in light grey - a wool hooded robe, form-fitting woolen clothing over studded leather. and a mask over her face, only almond-shaped beautiful brown eyes reveal her race to be either part fey or part elf, and part human. She carries a small matching grey shield which has a pair of feminine eyes with 7 stars surrounding decorating it (holy symbol of Selune). She has a rapier, a longbow, and a fully stocked brown leather pack. She stands nearby also looking at the tent.
To Spinx
You notice a medium armored warrior with several weapons hanging here and there. His racial features are a bit hard to distinquish at the moment. He stands to the side of you also looking towards the tent.
To Magwynn
As you start to enter into the next town. You notice the black tent with a goliath out front. On the side of the tent is a sign saying Hiring Now. Please come inside for further details.
Sohk bounds through town, light on his feet and agile as he is; it seems like a stout deer is making its way through the streets. He slows at the sight of the tent and looks up at the opening which is almost twice as tall as him.
His smile grows larger as he faces the goliath, "Good day! I am looking for Everett Blackheart, I heard that he needed some help."
The Goliath hears the request below him as he looks down and see's the Dwarf.
"You heard right Master Dwarf. Help is what he seeks. I hope you are tough enough to provide the right kind of help. But go on in and help your self to some of the snacks provided. Then have a seat on one of the open chairs. While we wait for other Helpers to arrive. Then Mr. Black heart will be with you all shortly there after."
After saying that he pulls open the curtain and allows the first recruit to head inside.
To Gorgogi
After the curtain is reveled and you peer inside. You see 6 rows of chairs facing forward. A few of them have all ready been taking up in various spots by a couple of other recruits. You see A podium at the front of the chairs facing you. A table on it's left with several sets of clothing, trinkets of various sizes and a top open crate full of potions. And a table on the right full of cheese, bread, and a small assortment of fruits. Small plates and silverware are provided at the beginning of the table. A second curtain with a opening is at the back indicating another room or storage is possibly beyond it.
You can respond to the Goliath for allowing you inside. But save your roleplay after entering as nobody else at this point has seen what you have just seen.
Zinhorn Kote walks up and overhears an enthusiastic dwarf talking to the Goliath, thinks to himself This ought to be interesting! and says “Hello, that’s the very fellow I’m looking for, Everett Blackheart.“ He turns to the dwarf and says “Name’s Zinhorn. How are you? Are you looking for him as well? I’m here to help, if I can. And snacks to boot! I wonder what daring task he will ask of us.” He bends forward and bows with a flourish, indicating for the dwarf to enter first, and he will follow.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Just as Velan had expected the young announcer guided him to the edge of the town where the black tent awaited. A huge dark spot in the horizon, all fabric. Its entrance alone was some good four or five feet higher than the hexblood. Whatever the job, he started to think as a goliath stepped from the marquee, I won’t have to worry about payment.
If Everett Blackheart could afford that kind of accommodation, then he certainly had enough money to pay for any kind of service. The problem is what could he want. Before thinking of something wizard see two men arriving, a dwarf and a half-elf. Both of them talk to the guard-like figure.
“Excuse me.” Velan said to the goliath, noticing the vigilant eyes upon himself. “I was informed that Everett Blackheart was in search of individuals that and I quote, ‘are capable of taking up arms’, and that for further details I should refer to your camp. May I pass?”
Upon a positive answer he entered after the other two. The mention of snacks did unsettled him a little. Be careful of what is offered to you at seemingly no price, his not so dear master would often say. A warning he was sure to never forget.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
I got your PM as well and responded to it. Thank you!! Will put the link to my character sheet in the post above.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Checking in. I did recieve the PM and I responded to it. In the spoiler below is Davis's character sheet.
Character Link: https://ddb.ac/characters/49560947/wfGYCJ
Updated my post above with my character sheet. Excited to join!
PM received and answer with a small question too. The only thing close to a concept I wouldn't enjoy playing would be my character losing his powers (which is a plot I see DMs using more with Warlocks and I personally don't enjoy). Aside that I think I'm fine with everything.
To Twombley
Sorry no link. We will just stay with this for now until I'm able to upgrade for a link.
To Gogogi
No worries, I'm fine with it.
To Tesservett
Sorry, until I upgrade we will stay with this for now.
Unless I missed it I'm waiting on one more response. In the mean time I'll go ahead and get the rest of you started.
update: response received. Now moving forward.
Some of you haven't made the trip North yet. So Whether or not your character is native to Ice Wind Dale please explain where your character is currently at? (ex: land you come from, town, village, clan etc.) What your character is currently doing to make a living? And the thoughts associated with the life it's living now. As well as the current season for that area?
While you contemplate this you here yells in the distance coming closer. As the noise starts to get closer you either out of curiosity or just casually wanting to see what this is all about decide to take a look. You see a older grey hair gentlemen upon a cart that being pulled by two oxen. It's headed forward along the path past your location. A young boy sits to his right shouting rather loudly for all to hear. "Recruiting today at the black tent at the edge of town. Looking for able individuals who are capable of taking up arms and willing to relocate for some special missions. You will be rewarded for your cooperation in this matter. See Everett Blackheart for further details. " The boy repeats this over and over as they make there way past you moving on down the street.
Davis is a weathered and scarred old warrior living in Neverwinter. He works as a weapons master and trainer, teaching spoiled noble brats more often than not. The city guard of Neverwinter also uses him to train their recruits, which Davis enjoys a bit more than the spoiled nobles. The guard doesn't pay as well though, so he doesn't really have a choice about turning down the better paying customers. It is always fair in Neverwinter, as the land around it is heated by the nearby volcano.
Having just finished yet another training session with one nasty noble brat, Davis is in a surly mood, a bit out of the normal for him, as he strides away from the noble estates and back towards his own section of the city. Hearing the shouting, he frowns and turns down a different road, heading towards one of the market areas. Finding the wagon, with the boy shouting about seeing Everett Blackheart, Davis shrugs and prepares to move along.
He figures he has done his part, having fought in two wars in his younger days, not to mention doing the adventurer life for a bit before that. He has a goodlife here, a woman he loves to share a life with, some good friends, and a job that pays the bills. Turning he starts back towards his home once more.
Somehow though his feet did not take him to his home. Instead he found himself at the edge of town, standing outside of one large black tent, considering his options.
A short, lithe humanoid figure about 5' tall clad all in light grey - a wool hooded robe, form-fitting woolen clothing over studded leather. and a mask over her face, only almond-shaped beautiful brown eyes reveal her race to be either part fey or part elf, and part human. She carries a small matching grey shield which has a pair of feminine eyes with 7 stars surrounding decorating it (holy symbol of Selune). She has a rapier, a longbow, and a fully stocked brown leather pack.
She had been journeying North from waterdeep for many days, looking for an opportunity that would give her purpose.. on hearing the boy, she wonders if this is it.
She also appears outside the black tent in Neverwinter.
I'll send a pm to everybody on the link.
Magwynn is from the North, though her kin don't inhabit any of the towns proper. Or even the towns improper. They live higher up the Spine of the World, and only venture down the trail or river if there is a need too great and nature cannot supply. The firbolg's giant heritage is hard to miss, as she stands at just over 8 foot tall, and is presumably built like a brick shithouse, though it's hard to tell how much is muscle and how much is natural insulation under the multiple layers of hides and furs she wears to keep out the deep winter chill. Her outer wraps and mukluks display her skill with leathers and stitchwork, a passive advertisement of the wares she sells. When she wants to be seen, that is -- for all her height and bulk, her movement through the wilderness makes hardly a sound, and it's almost as if she's invisible, though that hardly seems possible once confronted with her presence.
Still, it's hard to miss her in the open space of the tundra, breaking a path through the snow -- a task her brothers have on occasion been hired to do, in heavy winters -- as she heads towards one of the towns, her pack laden heavy with leathers and furs to sell or trade.
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Link does not work...
(Doc PM’d a working link.)
“Hm, not so cold as yesterday.” Velan said as he stepped outside the Northlook. The innkeeper had said to him it was the start of the summer, but the wizard didn’t expect it to be so noticeable. He had arrived in Bryn Shander two or three months earlier, guarding a caravan that hired him as escort in Good Mead. Merchants trading in spirits, eager to brave the harsh trails to the Eastway and the other eight towns.
Yes, other eight, and not nine, for he refused to count Dougan’s Hole as something civilized enough to be called a town. The Crone had him threw between the end of the borough and the stone slabs that formed the only thing in miles capable to pass as a touristic attraction. The way from there to the hamlet was short, but it took time before he could get help from anyone there. Cold, uncouth lot. They had given him a minute under a roof and some pelts only to drive him out and there was no attempt whatsoever of hiding the fact.
He could understand that his appearance didn’t exactly inspire trust, he was a bluish-gray hexblood with three claw marks over his right eye and white tattoo-like lines over the left one and his chin besides the characteristics of a half-orc, but it wouldn’t have killed that folk to be polite. At least he had better luck in Good Mead.
The road there was bitter like a hag, but it was easy to find people willing to aid, give him a job, in that town. Easier yet was to find work in Bryn Shander. Most days he just needed to go close to the market to find people in need of hired muscle. That was what he did and sure enough there was a boy screaming a recruitment.
Black tent at the edge of the town, Everett Blackheart. Velan repeated to himself with the voice of is mind while following the young announcer. He could at least have said which edge.
You see a half-elven man wearing leather armor, a green cape, and a rapier at his side. He walks along with a jaunt in his step, he has a viol out of his pack and he's playing a little ditty, working on it as he walks. If you heard his accent you could tell that he was from Luskan, perhaps from the bawdier part of town. He has an air of new refinement, or nouveau riche. Except he wasn't that riche. Sometimes he gravitates back to sea tunes and funny rhymes, but also has finer tales and melodies if you listen long enough. As he walks up the street he sings :
Farewell and adieu to you, fair Moonshae ladies.
Farewell and adieu, you ladies of 'Shae
For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Luskan
And so nevermore shall we see you again... hmmm, how can I make that better?
He hears the boy advertising the black tent and recruitment, special missions and he listens, interested. He slings his viol over his back and his hand reflexively goes to the purse at his waist, jingling it and not hearing enough jingle to satisfy him. "Everett Blackheart" he says, and he finds his feet walking toward the tent, out of curiosity and need.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The dwarf meandering down the road is surprisingly thin, one might almost mistake him for a halfling -especially with the smile he often wears. His beard is much shorter than many dwarves you've seen, cropped close to the face. His hair is shaved on the sides and he wears a small topknot. His tan skin conveys a lot of time in the sun and his worn clothing appears patched and sewn together. Despite his tattered appearance a finely made short sword rests on his hip, it is worn to show use and experience, but otherwise appears well cared for and in good condition - perhaps better than the dwarf appears himself. As he is grinning to himself exploring this new place, a brief flash of home enters his thoughts. The monastery at his clanhold was stifling and boring. Compared to the rest of the hold it was open and beautiful, but now that he is free to explore the open road he hasn’t looked back.
His mind stops wandering in the past as he hears the yells. Always happy to help, Sohk smiles as he makes his way towards this tent. Appearing to almost be skipping the dwarf makes his way to the edge of town and looks for the black tent.
As you reach the outskirts of your town whether that be in Never Winter, Bryn Shander or other the black tent now stands before you. The first thing you notice is how rather large the tent really is. The entrance's height is 10 foot tall. It's double curtained with a slip in it's center. As you peer over to the side you notice it's length is about half a football field. Just then you see the right side curtain open and a Goliath step out and slide over to the right of it. As if he was manning his post or possibly standing guard. He quickly looks to his left then his right spotting you standing there eyeing him as well as the tent. You see his eyebrows go up then down as his head justly turns to the side as if he was questioning with out saying what you are doing? Then his head faces forward as he occasionally glances your way as if he was keeping track of your movements.
To Davis
You notice a a short, lithe humanoid figure about 5' tall clad all in light grey - a wool hooded robe, form-fitting woolen clothing over studded leather. and a mask over her face, only almond-shaped beautiful brown eyes reveal her race to be either part fey or part elf, and part human. She carries a small matching grey shield which has a pair of feminine eyes with 7 stars surrounding decorating it (holy symbol of Selune). She has a rapier, a longbow, and a fully stocked brown leather pack. She stands nearby also looking at the tent.
To Spinx
You notice a medium armored warrior with several weapons hanging here and there. His racial features are a bit hard to distinquish at the moment. He stands to the side of you also looking towards the tent.
To Magwynn
As you start to enter into the next town. You notice the black tent with a goliath out front. On the side of the tent is a sign saying Hiring Now. Please come inside for further details.
Sohk bounds through town, light on his feet and agile as he is; it seems like a stout deer is making its way through the streets. He slows at the sight of the tent and looks up at the opening which is almost twice as tall as him.
His smile grows larger as he faces the goliath, "Good day! I am looking for Everett Blackheart, I heard that he needed some help."
The Goliath hears the request below him as he looks down and see's the Dwarf.
"You heard right Master Dwarf. Help is what he seeks. I hope you are tough enough to provide the right kind of help. But go on in and help your self to some of the snacks provided. Then have a seat on one of the open chairs. While we wait for other Helpers to arrive. Then Mr. Black heart will be with you all shortly there after."
After saying that he pulls open the curtain and allows the first recruit to head inside.
To Gorgogi
After the curtain is reveled and you peer inside. You see 6 rows of chairs facing forward. A few of them have all ready been taking up in various spots by a couple of other recruits. You see A podium at the front of the chairs facing you. A table on it's left with several sets of clothing, trinkets of various sizes and a top open crate full of potions. And a table on the right full of cheese, bread, and a small assortment of fruits. Small plates and silverware are provided at the beginning of the table. A second curtain with a opening is at the back indicating another room or storage is possibly beyond it.
You can respond to the Goliath for allowing you inside. But save your roleplay after entering as nobody else at this point has seen what you have just seen.
Zinhorn Kote walks up and overhears an enthusiastic dwarf talking to the Goliath, thinks to himself This ought to be interesting! and says “Hello, that’s the very fellow I’m looking for, Everett Blackheart.“ He turns to the dwarf and says “Name’s Zinhorn. How are you? Are you looking for him as well? I’m here to help, if I can. And snacks to boot! I wonder what daring task he will ask of us.” He bends forward and bows with a flourish, indicating for the dwarf to enter first, and he will follow.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Just as Velan had expected the young announcer guided him to the edge of the town where the black tent awaited. A huge dark spot in the horizon, all fabric. Its entrance alone was some good four or five feet higher than the hexblood. Whatever the job, he started to think as a goliath stepped from the marquee, I won’t have to worry about payment.
If Everett Blackheart could afford that kind of accommodation, then he certainly had enough money to pay for any kind of service. The problem is what could he want. Before thinking of something wizard see two men arriving, a dwarf and a half-elf. Both of them talk to the guard-like figure.
“Excuse me.” Velan said to the goliath, noticing the vigilant eyes upon himself. “I was informed that Everett Blackheart was in search of individuals that and I quote, ‘are capable of taking up arms’, and that for further details I should refer to your camp. May I pass?”
Upon a positive answer he entered after the other two. The mention of snacks did unsettled him a little. Be careful of what is offered to you at seemingly no price, his not so dear master would often say. A warning he was sure to never forget.