Physical Description: Bright blue/sapphire dragon looking creature without wings or tail. Piercing gold eyes that when she wants them to - make people look away. Wears bright purple robes and does NOT hide well in a crowd
Background: Far Traveler
Backstory: Nyscoria is from all over. Honestly, she doesn't remember exactly where she was born, she tells people "on the road" when asked. Though not many do as she isn't the most approachable and not one you would typically have "small talk" with. Though the places she has been to and what she has seen in her 24 years is vast and varied. Nyscoria is drawn to magic. She senses it. Dark and the light, to her it is really all the same. The differences lie in the more powerful to less powerful. And she is always hungry for more.
Physical Description: Black hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, 5'6", 149 lb., muscular for his size, often shirtless, usually has a friendly smile except when in combat or a tense situation.
Background: Hermit
Backstory: Raised at the Yellow Rose Monastery (or some other monastery if not in the Forgotten Realms), Bojo has for the past few years lived a life of quiet solitude and meditation. Recently, he had a chance encounter with [NPC] while traveling on the road. [NPC]'s story intrigued Bojo, and he agreed to travel with them for a time.
I've closed the recruiting. I will pick characters tomorrow. Thanks to everyone who replied.
While I'm making my decision, I will post the opening below. I will leave it up to you how you got here. Those that don't make it, I will make yo alternates in case someone needs to leave or drops. I ask that everyone make your character sheets available if you have not already.
'Tis cold out. It's been raining off and on for days. The ground is so over saturated that you'd swear you were able to walk on water. Currently with a break in the clouds and rain, the silver moon shimmers and glistens over the wet ground. You'd almost swear that you were walking through some kind of field of diamonds, if it weren't for the biting wind. You make your way to the Green Apple Tavern.
Known for its good taste in music and cleaner-than-usual silverware, the Green Apple is clearly one of the nicer taverns on the outskirts of the city. The chairs don’t squeak, the tables don’t wobble. A few dozen patrons sit casually throughout the tavern, enjoying a relaxing evening of food and calmness, trying to warm from the bone chilling dampness outside. As you eat and drink, few patrons come and go. A middle aged couple make their way in to an empty table. Covered in tattered rags and holey cloaks, one has to wonder how they're not bed ridden with the chills. A young lady dressed in nicer than normal travel garb, arrived shortly after, taking a seat in the corner. She seems pre-occupied but occasionally, a smirk parses her lips. A stout dwarf makes his way through. By time he get's to the counter, the bartender Olaf already has a mug of ale for him. He stammers off into the corner by the fireplace and plops down and mumbles to himself. The calmness of the atmosphere is shortly broken though.
An elder lady hurries through the door, not bothering to close it behind her. She grabs the lady Brea, working the bar with Olaf and they had through the swinging door to the back. Half asleep with his mug of ale in hand, the dwarf startles and spills his ale over himself when a loud scream emanates from the back room. Olaf rushes back, throwing his cleaning to the ground. The patrons look confused, but continue eating a drinking.
Moments later, Olaf emerges with tears running down his face. It takes every ounce of strength and energy to hold himself up against the counter. The weather worn skin shines like moistened leather. He is followed by his wife Brea and the elder lady. "No. No. NO" Olaf shouts, slamming his fists into the oaken counter. Shaken, a few patrons leave, leaving their payments on the table. As the door is opened, the cold biting wind creates wind bumps on your skin. Brea tries to console her husband, be he won't have it. He wants answers. He wants to know where Sophia is.
From your seats in the tavern, you can over hear the conversation between the three. Olaf isn't shy about lowering his voice. It seems that the daughter of the elder lady and the daughter of Olaf and Brea have been kidnapped. The two young children were playing about the forests edge like always. They were running late for dinner when the elder lady went looking for them. When she found them, two men had grabbed them and started off. The elder lady tried to intervene, but was knocked down as they men rode away on their horses. Unconscious from hitting her head, the elder lady came straight to the tavern when she awoke. All three are sitting at a table by the fire, discussing the situation.
When the commotion between Olaf, Brea, and the unknown woman occurred, Aranor was sitting at a table in the corner by himself, nursing a mug of mead. His navy blue cloak was wrapped tightly about himself against the chill. As he eavesdrops on the conversation between the three, he tries not to be too obvious about it, but he's interested. This sounds like a job, and that's what he's been looking for all this past week, something to keep him occupied and another notch in the belt of his renown. Still, as he listens to the others speak, a chill runs down his spine. Kidnapping. The last kidnapping job he had taken had gone very wrong, and the events still haunted him. Yet perhaps this was a chance at redemption. If he brought this girl Sophia back safely...
Silently he appeared at their table. "Excuse me," he said, his voice deep and refined, betraying his noble birth. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Your daughters have been taken? I may be able to help. I've investigated kidnappings and other crimes in the past. I'm a knight-errant of sorts. The name is Aranor."
As he speaks, he fingers the hilt of the sword at his side, as if to emphasize the point that he is no common villager.
Overhearing the conversation, Nariah comes over to the table. "Not to overwhelm you in your time of need but I'd like to offer my aid as well, I have abilities that would aid in this quest."
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Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards. DM - The Old Keep
When the commotion happens, a small, but very wiry, halfling, looks up from her work. She'd be concentrating on restringing a lyre on the table in front of her. At the mention of a kidnapped child, she hops up and comes over to the table to join the conversation.
She stands for a moment, brushing back stray locks of red hair that have escaped from the two long braids she wears, but it's no use. The moment she pushes them behind her ears the spring loose again. She sighs.
Then steps right up to the table, her bright green eyes shining. Then she cranes her head a little and looks up at the other two who have also shown up; the elf and half elf.
"Knights and quests is it," she says looking at the first two. "Very fancy."
She turns back to the three parents and speaks again. "You've snatched kids, is that it?" she says quickly. "Best be getting after them, right quick like. Why ain't you out chasing them down now?"
She spins about, her loose bootlaces flapping along, races back to her table and grabs her pack and the recently strung lyre, calling back over her shoulder.
"Which way did they go? What'd the blokes who took 'em look like?"
As she whirls back around, she almost loses her grip on the musical instrument but catches it before it slips out. Then she starts back towards the other table. Stops. Pivots, and skips a step towards the main entrance. Stops again and looks back.
"Well?" she asks, then pauses for a moment. "Oh yeah, I'm Pruecy. Pruecy Bramblecheeks, maams. Sirs. But you can all call me Pru. Now let's get going."
@Everyone Just waiting on the other two players to post their openings. With the current openings, I hope I can live up to the standards of a good DM! lol
"Um.... Do you need help?" A young half-elf asks in a quiet voice to Pruecy. During the commotion she had slipped over and remained in the shadows until she spoke. "I... I just over heard you talking about trying to find these children. I am blessed to have the aid of the Morninglord. I can help. No child should ever be separated from their family," she says as her voice trembles slightly. She brushes her long dark brown hair out of her orange-gold eyes and stands up a bit straighter. "Laura Harp, at your service," she says in a slightly more confidant voice to the family.
Pru looks up at Laura, then looks her up and down again from head to toe, focusing on her long hear and orange-gold eyes.
"Yep. You'll do." Pru says then looks at Laura again and then over at the other two who've also volunteered to look so far. "Looks like it's my day for elves."
Aranor glances bemusedly at the halfling woman. Normally he would feel irritated by the way she had taken charge of the situation, but there is something endearing about her manner. He walks over to her and the other half-elf and gives them both a short bow.
"Sir Aranor Nightstar at your service," he says in his usual, slightly imperious tone of voice. "I hope you don't have anything against elves."
Also, I'm the only true elf here, he thinks but does not say in front of the half-elves.
Olaf looks at you all. The tears stream down his face like a river before it freezes. His face has turned flushed red. Brea, doing everything she can to not cry, lets loose. She leans over Olaf’s large arm and cries into his shoulder. The elder woman stands there with her hand on her head. You can see the knot from afar.
“I don’t know what you thinks you can do.”Olaf stammers. “You bunch, you don’t look like authorities.”
Olaf reaches down and grabs a new cleaning rag and blows his nose. “But if. If you can get my Sophia back, I’d ever be indebted to you.”
Brea lifts her head from Olaf’s shoulder. She reaches over and places her hand on the elder lady’s arm.“And, and Katrina as well. And little Katrina.” She manages to get out between sobs.
“We dun have much to pay. But we could give you a free room and meal when you pass by. “ Olaf stands and guides Brea to a chair. "My name is Olaf. This is my wife Brea and our good neighbor Mildred. This tavern is all we have left and we keep barely afloat now."
"Id love to help. I am kaladin steelblessed from the paladins of the iscariot order. So, pru is it? I assume your taking charge? Im new to the field and unsure of what to do. Ive trained in combat and have some god given healing."
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic byVitaly S Alexius
Aranor bristled a bit as another person joined them and implied Pru was his leader. He gives the newcomer a cursory bow and introduces himself.
"Always good to have a paladin's talents around," he says.
After greeting Kaladin, he turns back to Olaf, Brea, and Mildred. "Never fear. I for one don't do this for the gold. A hot meal and a safe place to stay is fair compensation," he assures them. "We will do everything we can to find Sophia and Katrina and bring them back safely to you. Mistress Mildred, could you show us where these men attacked you? Perhaps we can pick up their trail."
"Horns," she comments. "Nice. And I usually just get to places before others do so then they think I'm leading."
She then looks over at Aranor and almost laughs at his obvious annoyance at anyone else being the leader. But she stifles it and looks seriously at him, answering his earlier question.
"Elves? Nope, nothing against them. Always a polite audience. Never great tippers but I suppose it's because they think they have all the time in world to come back and catch your show again. I'll be dead by the time they come back, but you know, can't hold it against them."
She settles down for a second, though she still has trouble staying still, her weight shifting from foot to foot in time with music only she can hear.
"Yeah. Let's get going. Describe the men and your kids too."
As introduction and assumptions are made, the young female traveler that arrived a bit ago approaches the gathering. Lowering her hood, her porcelain like skin glows in the lamp light. Her long black hair sits heavily on her shoulders.
“Pardon the intrusion. I don’t mean to pry.” Her voice is as subtle as a baby's lullaby. “ Elise. Elise Draviak”she nods. “I couldn’t help but overhear your current situation. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the children and I pray to the gods that it does not. But about two hours ago as I was coming in, I saw two men on horseback riding north of here. They had flour sacks, or at least what looked like flour sacks draped across the back of their horses. Was a little bit hard to tell with the blowing rain. I swear I heard a small child crying so I stopped to listen. They weren’t traveling very fast like they were in a hurry. I did not see anything, so I resumed my trip toward the city. I’ve only just arrived a bit of time ago to warm up before making the last leg of the trip to Never Winter.”
The young lady nods again. She adjusts her gloves and looks slightly toward the floor as if she is ashamed for intruding. She doesn’t seem like the adventuring type.
Olaf looks dismayed. “Even in this dead of night weather, the creatures that roam the side are insurmountable.”Whimpers escape Brea and Mildreds lips.
Nariah says in a lower-class human accent, "I'm only an elf on me mum's side, I hope you don't hold it against me. I hope we don't look like authorities, fat lot they'll do when women or children are at stake."
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Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards. DM - The Old Keep
Half-elf, elf, human, tiefling, they all look the same from down here if I don't look up, Pru thinks to herself.
"We better hustle, we're already way behind here," Pru says then turns back to the parents. "But you still haven't told us what they looked like. Any idea who would have taken them or why?"
Sounds very interesting...
Ability Scores: (point buy) 10 16 13 8 10 17
Name: Nyscoria Pfaphnyrennish
Race: Gem Dragonborn
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sorcerer
Physical Description: Bright blue/sapphire dragon looking creature without wings or tail. Piercing gold eyes that when she wants them to - make people look away. Wears bright purple robes and does NOT hide well in a crowd
Background: Far Traveler
Backstory: Nyscoria is from all over. Honestly, she doesn't remember exactly where she was born, she tells people "on the road" when asked. Though not many do as she isn't the most approachable and not one you would typically have "small talk" with. Though the places she has been to and what she has seen in her 24 years is vast and varied. Nyscoria is drawn to magic. She senses it. Dark and the light, to her it is really all the same. The differences lie in the more powerful to less powerful. And she is always hungry for more.
Character Sheet Link: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/kqstark/characters/60888382
That is now my favorite surname.
Ha ha, glad you like it! Now.. to be able to pronounce it? Hopefully we'll be playing on another game together!
Ability scores: 16 12 13 13 15 15
12 Str, 16 Dex, 15+1 Con, 10 Int, 15+1 Wis, 10 Cha
Name: Bojo
Race: Variant Human
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Class: Monk
Physical Description: Black hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, 5'6", 149 lb., muscular for his size, often shirtless, usually has a friendly smile except when in combat or a tense situation.
Background: Hermit
Backstory: Raised at the Yellow Rose Monastery (or some other monastery if not in the Forgotten Realms), Bojo has for the past few years lived a life of quiet solitude and meditation. Recently, he had a chance encounter with [NPC] while traveling on the road. [NPC]'s story intrigued Bojo, and he agreed to travel with them for a time.
Character Sheet Link: https://ddb.ac/characters/60887489/916JyJ
I've closed the recruiting. I will pick characters tomorrow. Thanks to everyone who replied.
While I'm making my decision, I will post the opening below. I will leave it up to you how you got here. Those that don't make it, I will make yo alternates in case someone needs to leave or drops. I ask that everyone make your character sheets available if you have not already.
From your seats in the tavern, you can over hear the conversation between the three. Olaf isn't shy about lowering his voice. It seems that the daughter of the elder lady and the daughter of Olaf and Brea have been kidnapped. The two young children were playing about the forests edge like always. They were running late for dinner when the elder lady went looking for them. When she found them, two men had grabbed them and started off. The elder lady tried to intervene, but was knocked down as they men rode away on their horses. Unconscious from hitting her head, the elder lady came straight to the tavern when she awoke. All three are sitting at a table by the fire, discussing the situation.
What are your actions/reactions?
When the commotion between Olaf, Brea, and the unknown woman occurred, Aranor was sitting at a table in the corner by himself, nursing a mug of mead. His navy blue cloak was wrapped tightly about himself against the chill. As he eavesdrops on the conversation between the three, he tries not to be too obvious about it, but he's interested. This sounds like a job, and that's what he's been looking for all this past week, something to keep him occupied and another notch in the belt of his renown. Still, as he listens to the others speak, a chill runs down his spine. Kidnapping. The last kidnapping job he had taken had gone very wrong, and the events still haunted him. Yet perhaps this was a chance at redemption. If he brought this girl Sophia back safely...
Silently he appeared at their table. "Excuse me," he said, his voice deep and refined, betraying his noble birth. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Your daughters have been taken? I may be able to help. I've investigated kidnappings and other crimes in the past. I'm a knight-errant of sorts. The name is Aranor."
As he speaks, he fingers the hilt of the sword at his side, as if to emphasize the point that he is no common villager.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Overhearing the conversation, Nariah comes over to the table. "Not to overwhelm you in your time of need but I'd like to offer my aid as well, I have abilities that would aid in this quest."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
When the commotion happens, a small, but very wiry, halfling, looks up from her work. She'd be concentrating on restringing a lyre on the table in front of her. At the mention of a kidnapped child, she hops up and comes over to the table to join the conversation.
She stands for a moment, brushing back stray locks of red hair that have escaped from the two long braids she wears, but it's no use. The moment she pushes them behind her ears the spring loose again. She sighs.
Then steps right up to the table, her bright green eyes shining. Then she cranes her head a little and looks up at the other two who have also shown up; the elf and half elf.
"Knights and quests is it," she says looking at the first two. "Very fancy."
She turns back to the three parents and speaks again. "You've snatched kids, is that it?" she says quickly. "Best be getting after them, right quick like. Why ain't you out chasing them down now?"
She spins about, her loose bootlaces flapping along, races back to her table and grabs her pack and the recently strung lyre, calling back over her shoulder.
"Which way did they go? What'd the blokes who took 'em look like?"
As she whirls back around, she almost loses her grip on the musical instrument but catches it before it slips out. Then she starts back towards the other table. Stops. Pivots, and skips a step towards the main entrance. Stops again and looks back.
"Well?" she asks, then pauses for a moment. "Oh yeah, I'm Pruecy. Pruecy Bramblecheeks, maams. Sirs. But you can all call me Pru. Now let's get going."
@Everyone Just waiting on the other two players to post their openings. With the current openings, I hope I can live up to the standards of a good DM! lol
"Um.... Do you need help?" A young half-elf asks in a quiet voice to Pruecy. During the commotion she had slipped over and remained in the shadows until she spoke. "I... I just over heard you talking about trying to find these children. I am blessed to have the aid of the Morninglord. I can help. No child should ever be separated from their family," she says as her voice trembles slightly. She brushes her long dark brown hair out of her orange-gold eyes and stands up a bit straighter. "Laura Harp, at your service," she says in a slightly more confidant voice to the family.
Pru looks up at Laura, then looks her up and down again from head to toe, focusing on her long hear and orange-gold eyes.
"Yep. You'll do." Pru says then looks at Laura again and then over at the other two who've also volunteered to look so far. "Looks like it's my day for elves."
Aranor glances bemusedly at the halfling woman. Normally he would feel irritated by the way she had taken charge of the situation, but there is something endearing about her manner. He walks over to her and the other half-elf and gives them both a short bow.
"Sir Aranor Nightstar at your service," he says in his usual, slightly imperious tone of voice. "I hope you don't have anything against elves."
Also, I'm the only true elf here, he thinks but does not say in front of the half-elves.
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Olaf looks at you all. The tears stream down his face like a river before it freezes. His face has turned flushed red. Brea, doing everything she can to not cry, lets loose. She leans over Olaf’s large arm and cries into his shoulder. The elder woman stands there with her hand on her head. You can see the knot from afar.
“I don’t know what you thinks you can do.” Olaf stammers. “You bunch, you don’t look like authorities.”
Olaf reaches down and grabs a new cleaning rag and blows his nose. “But if. If you can get my Sophia back, I’d ever be indebted to you.”
Brea lifts her head from Olaf’s shoulder. She reaches over and places her hand on the elder lady’s arm. “And, and Katrina as well. And little Katrina.” She manages to get out between sobs.
“We dun have much to pay. But we could give you a free room and meal when you pass by. “ Olaf stands and guides Brea to a chair. "My name is Olaf. This is my wife Brea and our good neighbor Mildred. This tavern is all we have left and we keep barely afloat now."
"Id love to help. I am kaladin steelblessed from the paladins of the iscariot order. So, pru is it? I assume your taking charge? Im new to the field and unsure of what to do. Ive trained in combat and have some god given healing."
This Mug immediately shared with me a transcendental tale of an Infinite Mug that anchors the Universe and keeps it from folding in on itself. I filed this report under "illogical nonsense" and asked why its sign is in Times New Roman font, when it is basic knowledge that Arial Black is a far superior font. I wondered: How did this mug even get past the assembly line with its theistic beliefs and poor font choices?
quote from Romantically Apocalyptic by Vitaly S Alexius
Aranor bristled a bit as another person joined them and implied Pru was his leader. He gives the newcomer a cursory bow and introduces himself.
"Always good to have a paladin's talents around," he says.
After greeting Kaladin, he turns back to Olaf, Brea, and Mildred. "Never fear. I for one don't do this for the gold. A hot meal and a safe place to stay is fair compensation," he assures them. "We will do everything we can to find Sophia and Katrina and bring them back safely to you. Mistress Mildred, could you show us where these men attacked you? Perhaps we can pick up their trail."
Extended Signature
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
DM: Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus
Pru smiles up at the latest newcomer.
"Horns," she comments. "Nice. And I usually just get to places before others do so then they think I'm leading."
She then looks over at Aranor and almost laughs at his obvious annoyance at anyone else being the leader. But she stifles it and looks seriously at him, answering his earlier question.
"Elves? Nope, nothing against them. Always a polite audience. Never great tippers but I suppose it's because they think they have all the time in world to come back and catch your show again. I'll be dead by the time they come back, but you know, can't hold it against them."
She settles down for a second, though she still has trouble staying still, her weight shifting from foot to foot in time with music only she can hear.
"Yeah. Let's get going. Describe the men and your kids too."
As introduction and assumptions are made, the young female traveler that arrived a bit ago approaches the gathering. Lowering her hood, her porcelain like skin glows in the lamp light. Her long black hair sits heavily on her shoulders.
“Pardon the intrusion. I don’t mean to pry.” Her voice is as subtle as a baby's lullaby. “ Elise. Elise Draviak” she nods. “I couldn’t help but overhear your current situation. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the children and I pray to the gods that it does not. But about two hours ago as I was coming in, I saw two men on horseback riding north of here. They had flour sacks, or at least what looked like flour sacks draped across the back of their horses. Was a little bit hard to tell with the blowing rain. I swear I heard a small child crying so I stopped to listen. They weren’t traveling very fast like they were in a hurry. I did not see anything, so I resumed my trip toward the city. I’ve only just arrived a bit of time ago to warm up before making the last leg of the trip to Never Winter.”
The young lady nods again. She adjusts her gloves and looks slightly toward the floor as if she is ashamed for intruding. She doesn’t seem like the adventuring type.
Olaf looks dismayed. “Even in this dead of night weather, the creatures that roam the side are insurmountable.” Whimpers escape Brea and Mildreds lips.
Nariah says in a lower-class human accent, "I'm only an elf on me mum's side, I hope you don't hold it against me. I hope we don't look like authorities, fat lot they'll do when women or children are at stake."
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Half-elf, elf, human, tiefling, they all look the same from down here if I don't look up, Pru thinks to herself.
"We better hustle, we're already way behind here," Pru says then turns back to the parents. "But you still haven't told us what they looked like. Any idea who would have taken them or why?"