Hadrian went around the shops and sold his maul, sickle and glaive. He then purched 2 pouches and the 4 potions of healing as well as a grappling hook and six pitons. He packed them as well as he could balancing the belt pouches so it does not affect his gait. He went back to the tavern and hailed the dragonborn stuffing his snout.
"Hey Jetsam"Hadrian notices a Yuan-ti next to him"..and friend. Let me join your table if you do not mind."Hadrian took a seat and ordered some food and drinks for the three of them "Tommy still out near the forest? Anyone got a wind of some work?"He started eating just as vigorous as Jetsam.
Tommy buys more arrows and passes and sells a couple beads of force.
Tommy will let his last employer know about the failed job.
He will then spend the rest of the day in the library learning about dragons.
That evening he heads to the tavern. Walking in he sees his friends, orders a gingerale and a saucepan of milk for Jerry before joining them.
Ello guys and new potential friend how was the day off? The elf was not happy to learn we did not have the gear and even more angry when he learned that we freed the dragon. Before poofing away he said. You will regret the day you crossed Sylpeiros Greenvale! Not sure why but that name sounds familiar? Sorry I forgot to let you respond again didn't I?
“The names Fiske and the smirk is just my face I suppose hehe, I guess I’m just a happy individual. I’m also looking for work. You don’t need any extra hands do you? I’m quite skilled in magic and I always have a set of dice or deck of cards on hand for a friendly wager or two” he chuckles along with the group “a dragon you say? Why that sounds like a lovely jaunt into the woods if I ever heard one!”
“No, we wouldn’t mind a skilled mage. We are sort of…lacking in the magic department. As well as smirking faces. So we’ll give you a try. Welcome to the team, I’m Jetsam.”
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“Well,” He stood up after finishing his food and downing his drink. “I’ll be back soon. I got a couple things to take care of.” He walked out and headed towards the market area, looking to sell his rapier and buy some things.
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Jetsam walked to the market street, searching for a bit to find a likely vendor. After a half hour or so of asking around he found a shop with a few items that could be useful. He tapped on the counter, and as the owner came over asked, “What do you have in stock.”
”These boots of Elvenkind, Potion of growth, and Goggles of night.”
”How much for the boots and goggles??” He asked, reaching for his pouch.
“600 gold.”
He frowned, removing his hand from the coin pouch. “Any chance i could barter you down to 250?”
The shopkeeper laughed. “Nope.”
Jetsam sighed and shook his head, then unbuckled the rapier scabbard from his belt. “How much could I get for this?”
“I’ll take it for 150 gold.”
”250”
”200”
”Done.” He set it down on the counter and took a couple pouches of gold, and asked as he counted through them, “Any rumors of treasure stashes or hoards?”
”I heard something of a hoard to the south, two or three days walk a point to the east of south.”
”Thanks.” Jetsam answered, scooping the gold into the pouches and walking off, Heading back to the tavern.
Faith Fal’mann stamps his boots and shakes the weather from his cloak as he steps into the Heroes’ Haven, the largest and closest inn on the path he had taken to Dolsela.
The air smells … different here — down from the mountains which he once called from his home — it’s less sharp, and he doesn’t feel it in his lungs in quite the same way, doesn’t feel the same presence that mountain air has. Still, it is plenty cold enough, and he rubs his hands together as he takes his gloves off, hanging them from his belt. It’s good to be warm again.
Faith eyes the fire, large even for this time of day, and looks around at the other patrons. The common room is big, and only a few have turned to look at him. Two Dragonborn lounge near the bar, their interest a little more pointed than curious. Hired security, perhaps? Faith wonders.
He heads for the bar opposite the door, looking for service. He has heard the rooms are reasonable, and the monastery has given him a little coin, to last a short while.
Hadrian finished his sourbread which particularly tasted wonderful with the soup they served. He then started to speak to Tommy first,"Sylpeiros, I heard talk of a dragon looking for Sylpeiros in town. They said the dragon seems arrogant, then again, they all are."
He took another chomp and thoroughly chewed the fare.
"If the dragon we freed and Sylpeiros is connected, we can be sure that the dragon out there looking for him is looking to free its kind." The thought lingered in his head, possibly trying to validate his reasoning of voting to let the dragon go and failing the last job. "I say, if we find the one looking for Sylpeiros, we mention the dragon that we freed."
Taking a couple big gulps from his mug he turned his attention to Fiske,"I am glad to have someone with an almost eternal smirk. Considering the company, you will likely not find an orcen smile too much... much less our dragonborn who doesn't seem to know how. Tommy is the only one who can crack one from time to time."
"Though, I will take you up your offer of a dice game or two when we are out there."
He registered the one who just came in and when he went to the bar, Hadrian judged him non-hostile and continued eating for a time as they wait for a certain dragonborn to come back. The eternally frowning one.
Fiske takes out his cup of dice and starts fiddling with it. Rolling a few times to see where his fortunes lie. He takes a sip of his drink as he waits for word on a potential job.
he turns to tommy “so what’s your crew like friend?any skills I should be aware of?”
Not really my crew, we just came together recently since a job I took was too big for me alone.
I'm Tommy woodsman by trade. Scout for the party, hearler in a pinch. This here is Jerry my partner. Tommy jesters ti the Bobcat sleeping under the table.
The half orc is Hadrian is our battle tactician. He usually takes charge in a fight.
The Dragonborne who went shopping is our bruiser. He's good at hitting stuff hard.
We as a good are good at killing things but we are lacking in the smarts department.
As a group we are still tring to figure it out I think
Jetsam walked back into the tavern and sat back down at the table with the others. “No luck finding what I needed.” He said. “But I did hear a rumor of another hoard.”
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Fiske takes another swig and ponders what Tommy shared, "Works for me... my magic doesn't come through study, but I'm smart enough and savy with people or so I'm told" he smirks... "I'm definitely not a front line fighter so I can definitely support you all from the back... not much in the way of healing, but I do know some protective magic when the time comes."
He turns to Jetsam upon his return, "A hoard you say? Sounds interesting!"
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"A hoard you say? Are you sure your source said hoard? because hoard usually means a hoarder, usually a dragon. Then again, I need another payday so I am in."
Hadrian downs his mug and slams it down the table prompting the end of his meal.
"I would be glad to have you with us Fiske. another magic-like person with Tommy will probably cover a lot of bases."
Hadrian went around the shops and sold his maul, sickle and glaive. He then purched 2 pouches and the 4 potions of healing as well as a grappling hook and six pitons. He packed them as well as he could balancing the belt pouches so it does not affect his gait.
He went back to the tavern and hailed the dragonborn stuffing his snout.
"Hey Jetsam" Hadrian notices a Yuan-ti next to him "..and friend. Let me join your table if you do not mind." Hadrian took a seat and ordered some food and drinks for the three of them "Tommy still out near the forest? Anyone got a wind of some work?" He started eating just as vigorous as Jetsam.
Tommy buys more arrows and passes and sells a couple beads of force.
Tommy will let his last employer know about the failed job.
He will then spend the rest of the day in the library learning about dragons.
That evening he heads to the tavern. Walking in he sees his friends, orders a gingerale and a saucepan of milk for Jerry before joining them.
Ello guys and new potential friend how was the day off? The elf was not happy to learn we did not have the gear and even more angry when he learned that we freed the dragon. Before poofing away he said. You will regret the day you crossed Sylpeiros Greenvale! Not sure why but that name sounds familiar? Sorry I forgot to let you respond again didn't I?
How are yall and who is our new friend?
“The names Fiske and the smirk is just my face I suppose hehe, I guess I’m just a happy individual. I’m also looking for work. You don’t need any extra hands do you? I’m quite skilled in magic and I always have a set of dice or deck of cards on hand for a friendly wager or two” he chuckles along with the group “a dragon you say? Why that sounds like a lovely jaunt into the woods if I ever heard one!”
“I dont know yet.” Jetsam said. And then to answer Hadrian. “Nothing try. I’ll keep my eyes open.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
“No, we wouldn’t mind a skilled mage. We are sort of…lacking in the magic department. As well as smirking faces. So we’ll give you a try. Welcome to the team, I’m Jetsam.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
“Well,” He stood up after finishing his food and downing his drink. “I’ll be back soon. I got a couple things to take care of.” He walked out and headed towards the market area, looking to sell his rapier and buy some things.
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Jetsam walked to the market street, searching for a bit to find a likely vendor. After a half hour or so of asking around he found a shop with a few items that could be useful. He tapped on the counter, and as the owner came over asked, “What do you have in stock.”
”These boots of Elvenkind, Potion of growth, and Goggles of night.”
”How much for the boots and goggles??” He asked, reaching for his pouch.
“600 gold.”
He frowned, removing his hand from the coin pouch. “Any chance i could barter you down to 250?”
The shopkeeper laughed. “Nope.”
Jetsam sighed and shook his head, then unbuckled the rapier scabbard from his belt. “How much could I get for this?”
“I’ll take it for 150 gold.”
”250”
”200”
”Done.” He set it down on the counter and took a couple pouches of gold, and asked as he counted through them, “Any rumors of treasure stashes or hoards?”
”I heard something of a hoard to the south, two or three days walk a point to the east of south.”
”Thanks.” Jetsam answered, scooping the gold into the pouches and walking off, Heading back to the tavern.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Faith Fal’mann stamps his boots and shakes the weather from his cloak as he steps into the Heroes’ Haven, the largest and closest inn on the path he had taken to Dolsela.
The air smells … different here — down from the mountains which he once called from his home — it’s less sharp, and he doesn’t feel it in his lungs in quite the same way, doesn’t feel the same presence that mountain air has. Still, it is plenty cold enough, and he rubs his hands together as he takes his gloves off, hanging them from his belt. It’s good to be warm again.
Faith eyes the fire, large even for this time of day, and looks around at the other patrons. The common room is big, and only a few have turned to look at him. Two Dragonborn lounge near the bar, their interest a little more pointed than curious. Hired security, perhaps? Faith wonders.
He heads for the bar opposite the door, looking for service. He has heard the rooms are reasonable, and the monastery has given him a little coin, to last a short while.
Hadrian finished his sourbread which particularly tasted wonderful with the soup they served. He then started to speak to Tommy first, "Sylpeiros, I heard talk of a dragon looking for Sylpeiros in town. They said the dragon seems arrogant, then again, they all are."
He took another chomp and thoroughly chewed the fare.
"If the dragon we freed and Sylpeiros is connected, we can be sure that the dragon out there looking for him is looking to free its kind." The thought lingered in his head, possibly trying to validate his reasoning of voting to let the dragon go and failing the last job. "I say, if we find the one looking for Sylpeiros, we mention the dragon that we freed."
Taking a couple big gulps from his mug he turned his attention to Fiske, "I am glad to have someone with an almost eternal smirk. Considering the company, you will likely not find an orcen smile too much... much less our dragonborn who doesn't seem to know how. Tommy is the only one who can crack one from time to time."
"Though, I will take you up your offer of a dice game or two when we are out there."
He registered the one who just came in and when he went to the bar, Hadrian judged him non-hostile and continued eating for a time as they wait for a certain dragonborn to come back. The eternally frowning one.
Fiske takes out his cup of dice and starts fiddling with it. Rolling a few times to see where his fortunes lie. He takes a sip of his drink as he waits for word on a potential job.
he turns to tommy “so what’s your crew like friend?any skills I should be aware of?”
Not really my crew, we just came together recently since a job I took was too big for me alone.
I'm Tommy woodsman by trade. Scout for the party, hearler in a pinch. This here is Jerry my partner. Tommy jesters ti the Bobcat sleeping under the table.
The half orc is Hadrian is our battle tactician. He usually takes charge in a fight.
The Dragonborne who went shopping is our bruiser. He's good at hitting stuff hard.
We as a good are good at killing things but we are lacking in the smarts department.
As a group we are still tring to figure it out I think
Jetsam walked back into the tavern and sat back down at the table with the others. “No luck finding what I needed.” He said. “But I did hear a rumor of another hoard.”
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Fiske takes another swig and ponders what Tommy shared, "Works for me... my magic doesn't come through study, but I'm smart enough and savy with people or so I'm told" he smirks... "I'm definitely not a front line fighter so I can definitely support you all from the back... not much in the way of healing, but I do know some protective magic when the time comes."
He turns to Jetsam upon his return, "A hoard you say? Sounds interesting!"
“Aye.” Jetsam answered. “Between two and three days travel, a point east from south.”
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"A hoard you say? Are you sure your source said hoard? because hoard usually means a hoarder, usually a dragon. Then again, I need another payday so I am in."
Hadrian downs his mug and slams it down the table prompting the end of his meal.
"I would be glad to have you with us Fiske. another magic-like person with Tommy will probably cover a lot of bases."
Jetsam nods, agreeing with Hadrian. “Aye. And yes, I’m sure.”
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"Aye"
Hadrian chuckles as he stood up, two arms on the table and a toothy grin says they are leaving. "So, we have a 'works for me' and three 'aye's"
"Lead the way Jetsam".
“Right.” Jetsam stands up as well, checking his gear and such to make sure it’s all in place, then walks out the door.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
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