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(I will take that each gets 40gp reward)
"Please add my share the post, maybe that will entice a more experienced fighter to defend the town." Droknin tells the Townmaster. Seen the townsfolk practicing with crossbows, Droknin could not resist. He takes a rarely used crossbow from his backpack, moves a person to the side, and tries a shot himself at a target.
Crossbow: 16
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Droknin is actually surprised that the shot almost hit the bullseye. "That's what old Droknin always says. Practice makes perfection!" He looks around the townsfolks. "Keep practicing, and you might shoot one right between the eyes of a dragon!!" Droknin yells with his trademark Lenonin smile.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
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Aranea can't help but smile at the sight of the townsfolk practicing with crossbows. It is good to see them taking action and willing to defend their home. She doesn't want to imagine many of them getting picked up in the jaws of the white dragon, but the image comes to her anyway. Hopefully the signs do their job and someone experienced in fighting dragons steps forward to help the town.
"Thank you, Townmaster," Aranea says politely after receiving her share of the gold.
As she also has her own crossbow, she stows her rapier and shield and takes it out. She attempts to instruct some of the town members in the proper use of the weapon. "Hold it like this," she says.
Crossbows. A clumsy, inelegant weapon. All of the grace and skill needed to shoot an arrow to the target stripped out, replaced with convenience and the ability for the least practiced commoner to still be effective.
He rests his hand along his bow, but sees no need to join in.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
(Man. I was hoping for Droknin to roll a Nat1, then you guys would come in a show how it’s done.)
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
The townfolk stand by to watch. They are impressed by Droknin's shot, and don't seem to know crossbows well enough to recognize how poorly Aranea performed with the weapon. There is polite clapping from all around.
"Given any reconsideration to selling that old sword?" mutters a voice from behind them. Turning, Droknin and T'larenwould recognize Halia Thornton, guildmaster of the Phandalin Miner's Exchange. The others would see, for the first time, an older but fierce-eyed human woman. She has her eyes fixed on the longsword strapped to Droknin's back.
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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
Barkas looks at the crossbows and shakes his head. “I don’t know how ta use one of such gadgets.” He bends down and picks up three rocks, hurling one at the target, with success. “Jus gimme a good rock and I’ll pelt the bugger. But I have a feelin we’ll need more help than that.” He looks around, saying “How about a beer, what say we have a discussion over a few pints, my tongue is all dry and thirsty like.”
Magic stone hurled at the target : 24 to hit, for 7 points of damage.
"Ahh, greetings Ms. Thornton." Droknin gives a jovial smile. "You see. I have grown quite fond of this human made weapon. It has aided us in clearing out the orcs in the area. So, unfortunately my friend here, which I will name it 'Orc Slayer' is not for sale." The Leonin holds the hilt of the sword while watching the townsfolk train with the crossbow.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Aranea frowns with consternation as she misses her target. She glances around to see who all saw how badly she did, but luckily the townsfolk don't seem to really notice or care. Then a human woman approaches them and offers to buy Droknin's sword, which the warlock finds quite strange. Apparently this isn't the first time she's tried to buy it from the leonin. Figuring it would be rude not to introduce herself, Aranea steps forward and offers her hand. "Aranea Kendrick, investigator from Neverwinter," she says in a placid tone. "I was sent to assess the dangers facing Phandalin. Suffice to say, I think I have enough for a report," she says dryly.
Barkasflings a magical stone, the rock blasting a fist-sized chunk off of one edge of the wooden target. The assembled townsfolk ooh and ahh while the irritated instructor sends someone to fetch a new target.
The old woman silently eyes Droknin, but raises an eyebrow at Aranea. "So Neverwinter has taken an interest in our little village? Who sent you, the Wintershield Watchmen? Are you to be the vanguard of a greater defensive force, or are you merely here to 'report' on our rural disturbances?"
Meanwhile, music can be heard drifting out from the main tavern in town, the Stonehill Inn.
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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
Barkas smiles at his damage to the target, then turns toward the Stonehill Inn, hearing the sounds of music. “Ah… refreshments. That’s what we need…maybe they’ll have a lead on my hops that I need.”. He starts to walk in that direction.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"If I can send word back to Neverwinter, there is a chance they'll muster forces for Phandalin," Aranea replies evenly, ignoring the latter half of the woman's words. She's not here to rise to the bait of angry inhabitants. "I'd prefer to send word by wing or magic rather than return myself. I believe I can still be of assistance here."
"With her help, we cleared out the orcs and ogres that have been raiding supply wagons to the east. Phandalin should have a bit of reprieve from that direction now. Without her aid...", T'laren shrugs.
His companion vouched for, however much weight his word carries with the guild master, he turns and falls in alongside Barkas in heading toward the inn.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Unfortunately Halia's venomous words are lost on Droknin. He thinks that the ladies are just having a casual conversation. "Perhaps we could use some rest at the inn." He says out loud, and makes his way to the Stonehill Inn.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Leaving the training townsfolk and the cantankerous old woman behind, they move on to the Stonehill Inn.
The interior is noisy but not boisterous. The inn is crowded and some voices are raised, but only so as to be heard over the rest of the din. Toblen Stonehill, his family, and small waitstaff hurry among the tables, bringing out plates of mushroom stew and refilling mugs of ale.
In a corner near the front door, a human bard in lime-green clothes and with an over-waxed beard and mustache is singing songs about dragons.
At the moment, there are no tables available but there is standing room next to the bar.
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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
"I don't know about you guys, but I could user some real food. I think I had enough of Ork meat for a while." Jokes Droknin to the others.
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
[The house beer is an effective but rather uninspired take on a northern lager. Mugs are only 5cp.
The mushroom stew is 1sp per plate. Aranea, maintaining a room here at 5sp per day, gets the stew for free.
If cheap ale isn't agreeable, the tavern also has some more expensive liquors behind the bar.]
While the party considers a meal and a drink, the bard downs a mug of ale and then takes the stage again.
"Welcome friends, and thanks to table 3 for that drink. I was getting a bit parched. Once again, it is I, Luycotas the Handsome, here for your listening pleasure. My fame spreads like wildfire, so remember well how you once had the chance to see me perform in so intimate a venue!"
Plucking at his instrument, he adds, "So, I hear you locals are hung up on some dragon problems. That's a real drag. That reminds me of a song." He winks to a married woman at a nearby table. To the tune of a lively, yet slightly eerie melody, the bard strums their lute and begins to sing.
"Gather ‘round, ye adventurers bold, A tale of legends, now retold, Of heroes brave and dragons green, In lands where magic weaves unseen.
In days of yore, when shadows crept, And dragons through the night air leapt,
There came a knight of noble grace,
With sword in hand, she faced her fate.
Lady Tanamere, her name renowned, With courage fierce and heart unbound,
Did ride against the dragon’s might,
To end its reign of fear and blight.
Azdraka, green and dreadly vile, With cunning eyes and breath of bile,
In forests deep, his lair concealed,
‘Gainst such a foe, she would not yield.
Through forest dark and mountains high, Her battle cry did pierce the sky,
With clash of steel and dragon’s roar,
Their fight did shake the earth’s own core.
But fate, it seems, had plans untold, For both would fall, as legends hold,
In Dragon Barrow, side by side,
Where ancient secrets still abide.
So heed this song, ye brave and true, For in the Barrow waits a clue,
To treasures grand and perils dire,
And stories yet to quench your fire.
Seek the mound where heroes rest, Where dragon’s bones and valor nest,
And tread with care where shadows lie,
For Lady Tanamere guards nearby.
Her spirit whispers in the night, To those who dare, with heart and might,
Unveil the past, her tale unspool,
In Dragon Barrow, ‘neath moonlight’s rule.
And ‘midst the bones, a sword of light, Forged in magic, keen and bright,
Awaits the hand both brave and pure,
To wield its power, strong and sure."
The bard finishes with a flourish and an exaggerated strum session at the end of the song.
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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
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T'laren isn't much of one for the frivolities of singing, nor does he put much stock in the stories of secrets and treasure contained in such songs, but he reflects back on whether Dragon Barrow is a real place he's aware of.
History: 22
He'll order a bowl of the stew and a mug of the ale (-0.15 gp).
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Droknin says to the group. "I like this Lady Tanamere. I wonder if we would ever get to meet such a hero!!" He grabs a mug of ale and toasts to everyone. "Perhaps we get to defeat the green and the white!!" Then he orders a bowl of stew at the same time as T'laren. (-15cp)
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Barkas orders a bowl of mushroom stew and by midway through the song, he’s on his second mug of northern lager, pounding it on the table in time to the rhythm. He seems to key in on certain words, accentuating them and saying them out loud. “Green…”. “barrow…”. “dragon!” “Tanamere! Hah!” and after pounding it on the table, he finishes his second mug of beer. He catches the eye of the bartender, saying “Hey friend, where dya get this lager? Snomore than monkey piss, now if you want something that’ll put hair on your chest, that’ll make your stones roll around in their sack, lemme brew up sumthin good for ya! Need some hops and some barley, dya know who might sellem?” Barkas gives his best smile, and then starts picking his teeth.
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(I will take that each gets 40gp reward)
"Please add my share the post, maybe that will entice a more experienced fighter to defend the town." Droknin tells the Townmaster. Seen the townsfolk practicing with crossbows, Droknin could not resist. He takes a rarely used crossbow from his backpack, moves a person to the side, and tries a shot himself at a target.
Crossbow: 16
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Droknin is actually surprised that the shot almost hit the bullseye. "That's what old Droknin always says. Practice makes perfection!" He looks around the townsfolks. "Keep practicing, and you might shoot one right between the eyes of a dragon!!" Droknin yells with his trademark Lenonin smile.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Aranea can't help but smile at the sight of the townsfolk practicing with crossbows. It is good to see them taking action and willing to defend their home. She doesn't want to imagine many of them getting picked up in the jaws of the white dragon, but the image comes to her anyway. Hopefully the signs do their job and someone experienced in fighting dragons steps forward to help the town.
"Thank you, Townmaster," Aranea says politely after receiving her share of the gold.
As she also has her own crossbow, she stows her rapier and shield and takes it out. She attempts to instruct some of the town members in the proper use of the weapon. "Hold it like this," she says.
Crossbow: 8
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
T'laren impassively watches his companions.
Crossbows. A clumsy, inelegant weapon. All of the grace and skill needed to shoot an arrow to the target stripped out, replaced with convenience and the ability for the least practiced commoner to still be effective.
He rests his hand along his bow, but sees no need to join in.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
(Man. I was hoping for Droknin to roll a Nat1, then you guys would come in a show how it’s done.)
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
The townfolk stand by to watch. They are impressed by Droknin's shot, and don't seem to know crossbows well enough to recognize how poorly Aranea performed with the weapon. There is polite clapping from all around.
"Given any reconsideration to selling that old sword?" mutters a voice from behind them. Turning, Droknin and T'laren would recognize Halia Thornton, guildmaster of the Phandalin Miner's Exchange. The others would see, for the first time, an older but fierce-eyed human woman. She has her eyes fixed on the longsword strapped to Droknin's back.
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
Barkas looks at the crossbows and shakes his head. “I don’t know how ta use one of such gadgets.” He bends down and picks up three rocks, hurling one at the target, with success. “Jus gimme a good rock and I’ll pelt the bugger. But I have a feelin we’ll need more help than that.” He looks around, saying “How about a beer, what say we have a discussion over a few pints, my tongue is all dry and thirsty like.”
Magic stone hurled at the target : 24 to hit, for 7 points of damage.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Ahh, greetings Ms. Thornton." Droknin gives a jovial smile. "You see. I have grown quite fond of this human made weapon. It has aided us in clearing out the orcs in the area. So, unfortunately my friend here, which I will name it 'Orc Slayer' is not for sale." The Leonin holds the hilt of the sword while watching the townsfolk train with the crossbow.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Aranea frowns with consternation as she misses her target. She glances around to see who all saw how badly she did, but luckily the townsfolk don't seem to really notice or care. Then a human woman approaches them and offers to buy Droknin's sword, which the warlock finds quite strange. Apparently this isn't the first time she's tried to buy it from the leonin. Figuring it would be rude not to introduce herself, Aranea steps forward and offers her hand. "Aranea Kendrick, investigator from Neverwinter," she says in a placid tone. "I was sent to assess the dangers facing Phandalin. Suffice to say, I think I have enough for a report," she says dryly.
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
Barkas flings a magical stone, the rock blasting a fist-sized chunk off of one edge of the wooden target. The assembled townsfolk ooh and ahh while the irritated instructor sends someone to fetch a new target.
The old woman silently eyes Droknin, but raises an eyebrow at Aranea. "So Neverwinter has taken an interest in our little village? Who sent you, the Wintershield Watchmen? Are you to be the vanguard of a greater defensive force, or are you merely here to 'report' on our rural disturbances?"
Meanwhile, music can be heard drifting out from the main tavern in town, the Stonehill Inn.
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
Barkas smiles at his damage to the target, then turns toward the Stonehill Inn, hearing the sounds of music. “Ah… refreshments. That’s what we need…maybe they’ll have a lead on my hops that I need.”. He starts to walk in that direction.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"If I can send word back to Neverwinter, there is a chance they'll muster forces for Phandalin," Aranea replies evenly, ignoring the latter half of the woman's words. She's not here to rise to the bait of angry inhabitants. "I'd prefer to send word by wing or magic rather than return myself. I believe I can still be of assistance here."
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
"With her help, we cleared out the orcs and ogres that have been raiding supply wagons to the east. Phandalin should have a bit of reprieve from that direction now. Without her aid...", T'laren shrugs.
His companion vouched for, however much weight his word carries with the guild master, he turns and falls in alongside Barkas in heading toward the inn.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Unfortunately Halia's venomous words are lost on Droknin. He thinks that the ladies are just having a casual conversation. "Perhaps we could use some rest at the inn." He says out loud, and makes his way to the Stonehill Inn.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Leaving the training townsfolk and the cantankerous old woman behind, they move on to the Stonehill Inn.
The interior is noisy but not boisterous. The inn is crowded and some voices are raised, but only so as to be heard over the rest of the din. Toblen Stonehill, his family, and small waitstaff hurry among the tables, bringing out plates of mushroom stew and refilling mugs of ale.
In a corner near the front door, a human bard in lime-green clothes and with an over-waxed beard and mustache is singing songs about dragons.
At the moment, there are no tables available but there is standing room next to the bar.
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
"I don't know about you guys, but I could user some real food. I think I had enough of Ork meat for a while." Jokes Droknin to the others.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
[The house beer is an effective but rather uninspired take on a northern lager. Mugs are only 5cp.
The mushroom stew is 1sp per plate. Aranea, maintaining a room here at 5sp per day, gets the stew for free.
If cheap ale isn't agreeable, the tavern also has some more expensive liquors behind the bar.]
While the party considers a meal and a drink, the bard downs a mug of ale and then takes the stage again.
"Welcome friends, and thanks to table 3 for that drink. I was getting a bit parched. Once again, it is I, Luycotas the Handsome, here for your listening pleasure. My fame spreads like wildfire, so remember well how you once had the chance to see me perform in so intimate a venue!"
Plucking at his instrument, he adds, "So, I hear you locals are hung up on some dragon problems. That's a real drag. That reminds me of a song." He winks to a married woman at a nearby table. To the tune of a lively, yet slightly eerie melody, the bard strums their lute and begins to sing.
"Gather ‘round, ye adventurers bold, A tale of legends, now retold, Of heroes brave and dragons green, In lands where magic weaves unseen.
In days of yore, when shadows crept, And dragons through the night air leapt,
There came a knight of noble grace,
With sword in hand, she faced her fate.
Lady Tanamere, her name renowned, With courage fierce and heart unbound,
Did ride against the dragon’s might,
To end its reign of fear and blight.
Azdraka, green and dreadly vile, With cunning eyes and breath of bile,
In forests deep, his lair concealed,
‘Gainst such a foe, she would not yield.
Through forest dark and mountains high, Her battle cry did pierce the sky,
With clash of steel and dragon’s roar,
Their fight did shake the earth’s own core.
But fate, it seems, had plans untold, For both would fall, as legends hold,
In Dragon Barrow, side by side,
Where ancient secrets still abide.
So heed this song, ye brave and true, For in the Barrow waits a clue,
To treasures grand and perils dire,
And stories yet to quench your fire.
Seek the mound where heroes rest, Where dragon’s bones and valor nest,
And tread with care where shadows lie,
For Lady Tanamere guards nearby.
Her spirit whispers in the night, To those who dare, with heart and might,
Unveil the past, her tale unspool,
In Dragon Barrow, ‘neath moonlight’s rule.
And ‘midst the bones, a sword of light, Forged in magic, keen and bright,
Awaits the hand both brave and pure,
To wield its power, strong and sure."
The bard finishes with a flourish and an exaggerated strum session at the end of the song.
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
T'laren isn't much of one for the frivolities of singing, nor does he put much stock in the stories of secrets and treasure contained in such songs, but he reflects back on whether Dragon Barrow is a real place he's aware of.
History: 22
He'll order a bowl of the stew and a mug of the ale (-0.15 gp).
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Droknin says to the group. "I like this Lady Tanamere. I wonder if we would ever get to meet such a hero!!" He grabs a mug of ale and toasts to everyone. "Perhaps we get to defeat the green and the white!!" Then he orders a bowl of stew at the same time as T'laren. (-15cp)
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Barkas orders a bowl of mushroom stew and by midway through the song, he’s on his second mug of northern lager, pounding it on the table in time to the rhythm. He seems to key in on certain words, accentuating them and saying them out loud. “Green…”. “barrow…”. “dragon!” “Tanamere! Hah!” and after pounding it on the table, he finishes his second mug of beer. He catches the eye of the bartender, saying “Hey friend, where dya get this lager? Snomore than monkey piss, now if you want something that’ll put hair on your chest, that’ll make your stones roll around in their sack, lemme brew up sumthin good for ya! Need some hops and some barley, dya know who might sellem?” Barkas gives his best smile, and then starts picking his teeth.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.