Randall returns to the meager blacksmith workshop from which he had emerged and then enters a windowless office or storeroom next door, presumably to clean up as promised. His 'shop' isn't much to look at... a single walled forge with an awning, open-air to the main street. From the implements, wares and tools that can be seen hanging or lying about on tables, it would be clear to any familiar with smithing that this is no weaponsmith's shop. It appears to deal only in simple trade items: nails, shoes, rivets, angle iron, hinges, etc..
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Frail moves swiftly ahead of the group, reserving a large table and producing a set of handmade Talis cards and begins to shuffle. Trying to make a mysterious entrance for those interested in weeding out the bandits.
Olaerys turns and says “Thanks Randall, I’ll see you there.” He turns to follow Panga and heads into the Swinging Sword, looking for the table and taking in who is there. He mops the sweat off his brow and goes to the bar for an ale, then toward the table with the Goliath out of curiosity.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As the small crowd disperses just leaving her there standing all by herself, she takes this time to heed in the words that were said and takes mental notes to recall later the names of everybody near by and places that were mentioned. Her tail starts to sway slowly back and forth as she strangely looks sideways towards the ground. She thinks to herself does Harburk really know there's a lair just a mile down the road? If so then what kind of bandits are these guys if there lair is well known to the local authority? Then if it's just supposedly just down the road then why truly has nothing been done about them? Why is the authority telling people to just put their head down and remain silent? To many things just don't add up as she shakes her head in disbelief. Maybe Kaylissa could be of help to her she thinks as she blinks her eyes getting out of the trance.
her tongue comes forth slightly out her mouth making her pant as the sun penetrates into her skin
"Time to go inside and cool off." she says as she starts to hum her little beat with her body making slight motions in the tune of the beat. Her tail wags happily as She makes her way towards the inn
Inside the tavern, it is fairly busy, many villagers appearing to be drinking their troubles away. Standing out more than the dour mood, however, is the burnt out remains of what clearly used to be the kitchen. A homely looking human woman beckons you in and points over towards a large creature hidden away in her clothing at a small table in the corner.
"Come in! Come in! Always happy to have new faces in town! Especially sturdy looking ones" she says, somewhat excitedly. "Please have a seat. First round is on the house, provided you'll listen to mah gossip while I serve ya. I'm Kaylessa, but you can call me Kay. Welcome to the Swinging Sword!"
A slight figure in dark blue robes and slicked-back black hair sits at a corner table in the Swinging Sword, positioned carefully to allow a view both of the street and the main entrance. A glass of red wine, mostly untouched, sits in front of him, and a wooden walking cane leans against the table.
His eyes, a cold silver showing his elven heritage, have a distant look in them, as though his attention is elsewhere, then suddenly he is present, his gaze skewering the room around him, absorbing the scene. Satisfied, he holds up a hand, gnarled and scarred from past injury, beckoning over Kaylessa as she greets the newcomers…
Melchor’s familiar is posted outside the inn, allowing him to see and hear the goings on in the centre of Red Larch….
A slight figure in dark blue robes and slicked-back black hair sits at a corner table in the Swinging Sword, positioned carefully to allow a view both of the street and the main entrance. A glass of red wine, mostly untouched, sits in front of him, and a wooden walking cane leans against the table.
His eyes, a cold silver showing his elven heritage, have a distant look in them, as though his attention is elsewhere, then suddenly he is present, his gaze skewering the room around him, absorbing the scene. Satisfied, he holds up a hand, gnarled and scarred from past injury, beckoning over Kaylessa as she greets the newcomers…
Melchor’s familiar is posted outside the inn, allowing him to see and hear the goings on in the centre of Red Larch….
Kaylessa sees the mysterious half-elf, and is forced to shrug off a feeling of discomfort and unease about him. A customer is a customer after all! "Hello there..... You're new around here too. Are you with these other fellows? What can I get you?"
‘Yes, yes, I’m new here.’ he says with a little impatience. ‘I’m not with them, no, but we may have common cause. I’m here investigating certain losses incurred by my employer, and it’s possible these bandits may be involved.’ he looks over to the group gathering round the table, then back to Kaylessa ‘Please extend to them an invitation to join me at my table. I shall buy a round of drinks for their trouble…’
you here "Biddy, Biddy, Bom, Bom! Biddy, Biddy. Bom, Bom!" A dark skinned cutie with black long hair, pointed cat ears and sleek tail moves her hips and swishes her tail side to side as she walks in. She smiles warmly at Kaylessa as she welcome's her in to the Singing Sword. She looks around the place for a moment as if searching for something.
"Kaylessa right? I'm sorry, Kay yes? Kay, Thank you for welcoming me in. It is very nice to see and hear a friendly face here in town." as she smiles warmly at Kay before her head looks down slightly, her tail lowers. her eyes gets soft and a small frown appears.
"When I first got here just a little bit ago I wasn't greeted the way you greeted me." as she head moves slowly from side to side then a smile returns back to her face, her tail raises and starts to wag
"But now I won't have to be so sad. A sweet, sweet person like you has made my day!" As her smile gets bigger
"So where do you suggest I sit?" Seeing how many people are around." as her eyes wander around
"And do you have any milk? Possibly cold by any chance? That would be lovely." as she smiles once again at Kay
"Yes, well, Thank you!. I can get you some milk sweet thing. Why don't you all sit over here with the card playing fellow?". She looks over at Melchor and gestures to Frail. "Will you be joining them? I'm sure they'd appreciate the company, and the drinks! You all seem the adventuring sort. So many terrible things these days. It's all connected, mark my word. It's all Fell Magic I tell you."
Olaerys sits down at the Ace of Swords card, turns to Frail and says "Ace of Swords, what does it mean? Can you tell futures? Which card is yours?" He smiles at the Goliath, waiting to hear the read. Over his shoulder he says, "Kay, what kind of stew do you have today?" Olaerys takes a deep drought of his ale, then says "My name is Olaerys. I've been working with a wagon team, heard about the bandits nearby and all kinds of other strange goings on around here. I'm going to tell the crew to find another guard to watch over the next leg of their journey so that I can look into this. Why are you all here, other than a nice mug of ale in a cool place out of the sun?"
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Panga strides in and smiles warmly at the woman greeting everyone. "Do you have any tea? That would be lovely, thank you." She requests as she enters. She is looking closely at this group gathered before her as she walks towards the large table, assessing them, but still smiling warmly. She sits down, but is waiting and listening to the goliath as they answer about the Ace of Swords. She looks at the card in front of her and asks, "What might this foretell?"
Looking around to the others she says, "I am Panga, it is a pleasure to meet those of you I did not meet on the road. It is nice to see others who will lend their aid to those in need." Turning to Olaerys she answers, "I too have heard about strange things happening here. I am pleased to hear you made it safely, I've heard that caravans and some of the small hamlets near here have been attacked my vicious raiders. I came to investigate and it sounded like these bandits would be a good place to start."
"Yes, old Gerlach and Jess helped me to fight off a few attacks, but we got lucky, they never came in force. I've seen enough of it, we need to hunt them down." He looks down at his fist inside of his gauntlet, finds that it was squeezed together in a tight fist, and he relaxes it. He hides his hand under the table and with his other hand takes a large gulp of ale.
(when asked about a reading) "Nine cups for the present, a meeting over drink. Two swords for the near, a battle on the brink. Five wands for the group, a sign of abundant talent, a sword sharp and strong, resolve that won't relent. The final card, temperance, to act in moderation a warning to myself to hold back my elation."
Frail smiles under her face coverings, enjoying her own whimsy
A flash of anger crosses Melchor's face for a moment. before he calms himself. 'I didn't ask you to fetch them over on a whim. Very well, bring my wine...' he says, voice cold, as he reaches over for his cane with his gnarled hand and stands, with some difficulty. Moving slowly, with a noticeable limp, he approaches the group. One hand reaches into his robe and with a flourish he throws down a card in the middle of Frail's reading - 'Justice' - where it sits for a moment before vanishing in a swirl of dark smoke.
Melchor has used Prestidigitation to temporarily manifest a facsimile of the card in question...
A short man, with clear elven ancestry, stands there with slicked-back black hair and cold silver eyes that move around the table, catching each of you in turn. 'I'm here at the behest of my employer to investigate some losses in the area, I think we might have common cause..'
He looks over to Kay as she brings over his wine 'I'll need a chair too.' he says, moving his cane to make the point.
Several minutes after the others have arrived, Randall enters the tavern. He's wearing a green tunic now and his hair and beard are dripping wet. He spies the group at the table and starts to walk over... slowing a bit as he takes in the exotic collection of strangers.
"Wow. Quite a bunch we have here. Did you all come in with the caravan?" He pulls over a chair, turning it around to sit leaning forward over the backrest. He looks at Kaylessa. "One mug of the house ale... and how about we throw that on the tab?" he asks impishly, while gesturing toward the assembled strangers as if to say just look at all the business I fetched you!
Turning back toward the newcomers, "Welcome to Red Larch. As you've gathered, the town has seen better days, what with the bandits. And that's on top of this gods awful, unrelenting heat. But you folk seemed to have some questions. Is there anything I can tell you about the town?"
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Yes, yes! Of course!" Kaylessa says to Melchor, grabbing a chair. "Stew is just rabbit, dears. Lots of lost sheep lately so no lamb."
"Hello Randall!" she says with a wink. "Did you hear Minthra Mhandyvver’s granddaughter Pell claims she saw a ghost by an old tomb just off of Larch path. Ghosts! As if we need more problems. Although, when I was at the bakery old Lorren claimed it was 'just goblins' trying to scare people away, as if goblins' were that clever. But look at me ramble on..."
"Listen, I think your friends are going to find a cold welcome from most until they've proven themselves. No one wants to get involved with strangers these days. Harburk could sure use the help. Might even pay you too!"
A quick glance around the confirms Kaylessa's message; The group is being eyed warily by the locals, and many conversations appear to be going on in hushed tones.
Fell magic you say hu? she thinks as she nods to kay politely for the suggestion. She turns and looks at the table then slowly, majestically walks step by step in that direction. Upon reaching the table she smiles warmly and bows.
"Kay mentioned this would be a good place to have a seat. So may I join everybody here today?"
Frail scoops up her cards when Justice vanishes. She smiles at the grouchy wizard before falling into a short coughing fit.
When she recovers she will take a sip of her own drink and pop a goodberry from late yesterday into her mouth, revealing her face for just a moment that is covered in pock marks from some long gone disease.
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Randall returns to the meager blacksmith workshop from which he had emerged and then enters a windowless office or storeroom next door, presumably to clean up as promised. His 'shop' isn't much to look at... a single walled forge with an awning, open-air to the main street. From the implements, wares and tools that can be seen hanging or lying about on tables, it would be clear to any familiar with smithing that this is no weaponsmith's shop. It appears to deal only in simple trade items: nails, shoes, rivets, angle iron, hinges, etc..
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Frail moves swiftly ahead of the group, reserving a large table and producing a set of handmade Talis cards and begins to shuffle. Trying to make a mysterious entrance for those interested in weeding out the bandits.
Olaerys turns and says “Thanks Randall, I’ll see you there.” He turns to follow Panga and heads into the Swinging Sword, looking for the table and taking in who is there. He mops the sweat off his brow and goes to the bar for an ale, then toward the table with the Goliath out of curiosity.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
As the small crowd disperses just leaving her there standing all by herself, she takes this time to heed in the words that were said and takes mental notes to recall later the names of everybody near by and places that were mentioned. Her tail starts to sway slowly back and forth as she strangely looks sideways towards the ground. She thinks to herself does Harburk really know there's a lair just a mile down the road? If so then what kind of bandits are these guys if there lair is well known to the local authority? Then if it's just supposedly just down the road then why truly has nothing been done about them? Why is the authority telling people to just put their head down and remain silent? To many things just don't add up as she shakes her head in disbelief. Maybe Kaylissa could be of help to her she thinks as she blinks her eyes getting out of the trance.
her tongue comes forth slightly out her mouth making her pant as the sun penetrates into her skin
"Time to go inside and cool off." she says as she starts to hum her little beat with her body making slight motions in the tune of the beat. Her tail wags happily as She makes her way towards the inn
Inside the tavern, it is fairly busy, many villagers appearing to be drinking their troubles away. Standing out more than the dour mood, however, is the burnt out remains of what clearly used to be the kitchen. A homely looking human woman beckons you in and points over towards a large creature hidden away in her clothing at a small table in the corner.
"Come in! Come in! Always happy to have new faces in town! Especially sturdy looking ones" she says, somewhat excitedly. "Please have a seat. First round is on the house, provided you'll listen to mah gossip while I serve ya. I'm Kaylessa, but you can call me Kay. Welcome to the Swinging Sword!"
A slight figure in dark blue robes and slicked-back black hair sits at a corner table in the Swinging Sword, positioned carefully to allow a view both of the street and the main entrance. A glass of red wine, mostly untouched, sits in front of him, and a wooden walking cane leans against the table.
His eyes, a cold silver showing his elven heritage, have a distant look in them, as though his attention is elsewhere, then suddenly he is present, his gaze skewering the room around him, absorbing the scene. Satisfied, he holds up a hand, gnarled and scarred from past injury, beckoning over Kaylessa as she greets the newcomers…
Melchor’s familiar is posted outside the inn, allowing him to see and hear the goings on in the centre of Red Larch….
As each party member joins the table, Frail will deal them a card.
The nine of cups
The two of swords
The five of wands
The Ace of Swords
Temperance
Kaylessa sees the mysterious half-elf, and is forced to shrug off a feeling of discomfort and unease about him. A customer is a customer after all! "Hello there..... You're new around here too. Are you with these other fellows? What can I get you?"
‘Yes, yes, I’m new here.’ he says with a little impatience. ‘I’m not with them, no, but we may have common cause. I’m here investigating certain losses incurred by my employer, and it’s possible these bandits may be involved.’ he looks over to the group gathering round the table, then back to Kaylessa ‘Please extend to them an invitation to join me at my table. I shall buy a round of drinks for their trouble…’
you here "Biddy, Biddy, Bom, Bom! Biddy, Biddy. Bom, Bom!" A dark skinned cutie with black long hair, pointed cat ears and sleek tail moves her hips and swishes her tail side to side as she walks in. She smiles warmly at Kaylessa as she welcome's her in to the Singing Sword. She looks around the place for a moment as if searching for something.
"Kaylessa right? I'm sorry, Kay yes? Kay, Thank you for welcoming me in. It is very nice to see and hear a friendly face here in town." as she smiles warmly at Kay before her head looks down slightly, her tail lowers. her eyes gets soft and a small frown appears.
"When I first got here just a little bit ago I wasn't greeted the way you greeted me." as she head moves slowly from side to side then a smile returns back to her face, her tail raises and starts to wag
"But now I won't have to be so sad. A sweet, sweet person like you has made my day!" As her smile gets bigger
"So where do you suggest I sit?" Seeing how many people are around." as her eyes wander around
"And do you have any milk? Possibly cold by any chance? That would be lovely." as she smiles once again at Kay
"Yes, well, Thank you!. I can get you some milk sweet thing. Why don't you all sit over here with the card playing fellow?". She looks over at Melchor and gestures to Frail. "Will you be joining them? I'm sure they'd appreciate the company, and the drinks! You all seem the adventuring sort. So many terrible things these days. It's all connected, mark my word. It's all Fell Magic I tell you."
Olaerys sits down at the Ace of Swords card, turns to Frail and says "Ace of Swords, what does it mean? Can you tell futures? Which card is yours?" He smiles at the Goliath, waiting to hear the read. Over his shoulder he says, "Kay, what kind of stew do you have today?" Olaerys takes a deep drought of his ale, then says "My name is Olaerys. I've been working with a wagon team, heard about the bandits nearby and all kinds of other strange goings on around here. I'm going to tell the crew to find another guard to watch over the next leg of their journey so that I can look into this. Why are you all here, other than a nice mug of ale in a cool place out of the sun?"
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Panga strides in and smiles warmly at the woman greeting everyone. "Do you have any tea? That would be lovely, thank you." She requests as she enters. She is looking closely at this group gathered before her as she walks towards the large table, assessing them, but still smiling warmly. She sits down, but is waiting and listening to the goliath as they answer about the Ace of Swords. She looks at the card in front of her and asks, "What might this foretell?"
Looking around to the others she says, "I am Panga, it is a pleasure to meet those of you I did not meet on the road. It is nice to see others who will lend their aid to those in need." Turning to Olaerys she answers, "I too have heard about strange things happening here. I am pleased to hear you made it safely, I've heard that caravans and some of the small hamlets near here have been attacked my vicious raiders. I came to investigate and it sounded like these bandits would be a good place to start."
"Yes, old Gerlach and Jess helped me to fight off a few attacks, but we got lucky, they never came in force. I've seen enough of it, we need to hunt them down." He looks down at his fist inside of his gauntlet, finds that it was squeezed together in a tight fist, and he relaxes it. He hides his hand under the table and with his other hand takes a large gulp of ale.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
(when asked about a reading) "Nine cups for the present, a meeting over drink. Two swords for the near, a battle on the brink. Five wands for the group, a sign of abundant talent, a sword sharp and strong, resolve that won't relent. The final card, temperance, to act in moderation a warning to myself to hold back my elation."
Frail smiles under her face coverings, enjoying her own whimsy
A flash of anger crosses Melchor's face for a moment. before he calms himself. 'I didn't ask you to fetch them over on a whim. Very well, bring my wine...' he says, voice cold, as he reaches over for his cane with his gnarled hand and stands, with some difficulty. Moving slowly, with a noticeable limp, he approaches the group. One hand reaches into his robe and with a flourish he throws down a card in the middle of Frail's reading - 'Justice' - where it sits for a moment before vanishing in a swirl of dark smoke.
Melchor has used Prestidigitation to temporarily manifest a facsimile of the card in question...
A short man, with clear elven ancestry, stands there with slicked-back black hair and cold silver eyes that move around the table, catching each of you in turn.
'I'm here at the behest of my employer to investigate some losses in the area, I think we might have common cause..'
He looks over to Kay as she brings over his wine 'I'll need a chair too.' he says, moving his cane to make the point.
Several minutes after the others have arrived, Randall enters the tavern. He's wearing a green tunic now and his hair and beard are dripping wet. He spies the group at the table and starts to walk over... slowing a bit as he takes in the exotic collection of strangers.
"Wow. Quite a bunch we have here. Did you all come in with the caravan?" He pulls over a chair, turning it around to sit leaning forward over the backrest. He looks at Kaylessa. "One mug of the house ale... and how about we throw that on the tab?" he asks impishly, while gesturing toward the assembled strangers as if to say just look at all the business I fetched you!
Turning back toward the newcomers, "Welcome to Red Larch. As you've gathered, the town has seen better days, what with the bandits. And that's on top of this gods awful, unrelenting heat. But you folk seemed to have some questions. Is there anything I can tell you about the town?"
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
"Yes, yes! Of course!" Kaylessa says to Melchor, grabbing a chair. "Stew is just rabbit, dears. Lots of lost sheep lately so no lamb."
"Hello Randall!" she says with a wink. "Did you hear Minthra Mhandyvver’s granddaughter Pell claims she saw a ghost by an old tomb just off of Larch path. Ghosts! As if we need more problems. Although, when I was at the bakery old Lorren claimed it was 'just goblins' trying to scare people away, as if goblins' were that clever. But look at me ramble on..."
"Listen, I think your friends are going to find a cold welcome from most until they've proven themselves. No one wants to get involved with strangers these days. Harburk could sure use the help. Might even pay you too!"
A quick glance around the confirms Kaylessa's message; The group is being eyed warily by the locals, and many conversations appear to be going on in hushed tones.
Fell magic you say hu? she thinks as she nods to kay politely for the suggestion. She turns and looks at the table then slowly, majestically walks step by step in that direction. Upon reaching the table she smiles warmly and bows.
"Kay mentioned this would be a good place to have a seat. So may I join everybody here today?"
Frail scoops up her cards when Justice vanishes. She smiles at the grouchy wizard before falling into a short coughing fit.
When she recovers she will take a sip of her own drink and pop a goodberry from late yesterday into her mouth, revealing her face for just a moment that is covered in pock marks from some long gone disease.