Minty takes the proffered beer gratefully. He says to Justin, "I think that one is Boomi."
Taking his cue from Rizo, he turns to Boomi. "My name is Minty Fresh, pleased to make your acquaintance. I would be happy to join you on your trip into the woods. Creepy as they are, I am less afraid of my past catching up with me out there."
Awe thank you Rizo glad you made it back safe. Bitterroot? Perfect thank you for remembering, there be an old elvish amber that uses bitter root to off set the sweetness of elderberry. Know what your thinking, elf drink ale never, but they have a few good brewers in their ranks, mostly wine mind ye.
Boomi looks at those at the table and his new friend. Thunk we have a right good walking party here if everyone want to go on a stroll. Ah and I'm boomi holy brew master. And this here my new friend but I'll let you introduce yourself cause I'm not sure what ye do. Beekeeper?
Haha! You're a funny little one, aren't you? Name's Justin, of house Vojnaden. My uncle is a minor lord, but he doesn't like me at all. So he dropped me off at the temple one day. I wasn't good at cleric stuff but I AM good a smacking stuff real hard! the paladin replies.
Huck tips an imaginary cap at Justin, Minty, and the rest, displacing a few bees in the process.
"The name's Huckleberry - just Huck is fine. I s'pose you could call me a ranger of sorts? Mostly I keep bees and keep to myself, but I'm a good scout, and these little friends make excellent backup. If you'd care to join us on our venture, we'd be delighted to have you along!"
Boomi buys another round of ale. So lads what brings yall to the forest? If we are going to watch each other back out there. Might as well as know who ye fighting with.
"I wouldn't normally venture much further into the Forest than it takes to find a few tasty stewing mushrooms," Huck says. "'Never lose sight of the trail,' as my grandpappy always said, and it's good advice in more ways than one. But I'm in need of a new walking stick, on account of, well..."
The wizened old gnome lets out a long sigh, and gingerly touches the bruise on his cheek.
"I ran afoul of some ruffians who mistook me for some kind of a powerful mage. They demanded I turn their rival into a newt. When I told them they were barking up the wrong tree, so to speak, and that my magical staff was just an old family heirloom, they got mad as devils! Truth be told, there might have been a little magic in that walking stick. Gods only know, with how old it was. So I guess they figured I was lying, and they roughed me up something fierce. Took my staff, most of my coin, and more than a little of my dignity.
"Point is - magical or not, that staff was special to me, and it won't do to go replacing it with just any old piece of lumber. I need a good, sturdy, venerable branch, from a good, sturdy, venerable tree - the kind you only find in the deep forest. It has to be just the right width, and--" Huck cuts himself off with a sheepish smile.
"Pardon my rambling! My little friends don't talk much, so I'm accustomed to keeping up both sides of a conversation," he says, gesturing at the docile crowd of bees that cover his head and beard. "How about you fine folks?"
"A newt's a kind of a... wet lizard, I think. Like this." Huck holds out his hand and casts minor illusion, creating the image of a tiny orange salamander in his palm. It blinks up at Boomi, cocks its head, and vanishes. "I'd guess we're as likely to run into one of these in the woods as we are those ruffians, so I'll be sure to point them out either way!"
Ah seen somen like that in my clans deepest mines. But 10 times the size. Bahahaha.
Well I'm here to take a break from the mountain. My clan be at war with the things in the dark fir yers. Well I got sick of it and came ere. Now I'm on the hunt fur the perfect mug of ale.
"I prefer the little ones, if I have a choice. I should warn you now, I do not always have great luck in my endeavors. Until recently, I ran a shop. Then they showed up and things started to go sideways. So, I am trying to avoid their attention. I think they want me to do something, but I have no idea what. It might have something to do with the souls that I see since they arrived, but I am not sure. So, I try to ignore them -- the souls not the whatevers -- when they are not talking directly to me and drink until I don't notice the others.
"That said, running from something you can't see has made me pretty adept at hiding and watching the backs of those I travel with."
Minty takes the proffered beer gratefully. He says to Justin, "I think that one is Boomi."
Taking his cue from Rizo, he turns to Boomi. "My name is Minty Fresh, pleased to make your acquaintance. I would be happy to join you on your trip into the woods. Creepy as they are, I am less afraid of my past catching up with me out there."
Justin butts in. I guess I'll have to come and protect you guys, eh! Hahaha!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Awe thank you Rizo glad you made it back safe. Bitterroot? Perfect thank you for remembering, there be an old elvish amber that uses bitter root to off set the sweetness of elderberry. Know what your thinking, elf drink ale never, but they have a few good brewers in their ranks, mostly wine mind ye.
Boomi looks at those at the table and his new friend. Thunk we have a right good walking party here if everyone want to go on a stroll. Ah and I'm boomi holy brew master. And this here my new friend but I'll let you introduce yourself cause I'm not sure what ye do. Beekeeper?
Justin let's out a booming laugh!
Haha! You're a funny little one, aren't you? Name's Justin, of house Vojnaden. My uncle is a minor lord, but he doesn't like me at all. So he dropped me off at the temple one day. I wasn't good at cleric stuff but I AM good a smacking stuff real hard! the paladin replies.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Huck tips an imaginary cap at Justin, Minty, and the rest, displacing a few bees in the process.
"The name's Huckleberry - just Huck is fine. I s'pose you could call me a ranger of sorts? Mostly I keep bees and keep to myself, but I'm a good scout, and these little friends make excellent backup. If you'd care to join us on our venture, we'd be delighted to have you along!"
[Forest of Wonders]: Huckleberry Honeysmith | Revelry Suneila
Sure thing! I was a bit tired the past few days, but I'm ready for a new adventure!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"And a fine adventure it will be. Just promise not to die."
Ooc: how many are looking to go and does anyone want to be the admin?
OOC: I'm definitely in, but this is my first time, so if someone else could take the lead, I'd appreciate it 😅
[Forest of Wonders]: Huckleberry Honeysmith | Revelry Suneila
OOC: I'm in! But I'm alrady DMing something else so I'd like to no be the admin (I can help out if needed)
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/143778-forest-of-wonders-team-dont-die-on-me
I don't mind being the admin. I created the thread. Anyone who wants to join us hop in the thread above. I'll kick us off tomorrow.
Boomi buys another round of ale. So lads what brings yall to the forest? If we are going to watch each other back out there. Might as well as know who ye fighting with.
"I wouldn't normally venture much further into the Forest than it takes to find a few tasty stewing mushrooms," Huck says. "'Never lose sight of the trail,' as my grandpappy always said, and it's good advice in more ways than one. But I'm in need of a new walking stick, on account of, well..."
The wizened old gnome lets out a long sigh, and gingerly touches the bruise on his cheek.
"I ran afoul of some ruffians who mistook me for some kind of a powerful mage. They demanded I turn their rival into a newt. When I told them they were barking up the wrong tree, so to speak, and that my magical staff was just an old family heirloom, they got mad as devils! Truth be told, there might have been a little magic in that walking stick. Gods only know, with how old it was. So I guess they figured I was lying, and they roughed me up something fierce. Took my staff, most of my coin, and more than a little of my dignity.
"Point is - magical or not, that staff was special to me, and it won't do to go replacing it with just any old piece of lumber. I need a good, sturdy, venerable branch, from a good, sturdy, venerable tree - the kind you only find in the deep forest. It has to be just the right width, and--" Huck cuts himself off with a sheepish smile.
"Pardon my rambling! My little friends don't talk much, so I'm accustomed to keeping up both sides of a conversation," he says, gesturing at the docile crowd of bees that cover his head and beard. "How about you fine folks?"
[Forest of Wonders]: Huckleberry Honeysmith | Revelry Suneila
Boomi takes a long drink from his mug. Did that happen on the way through the wood here. Might run into them on one ye trips into the wood.
By the way what's a Newt?
"A newt's a kind of a... wet lizard, I think. Like this." Huck holds out his hand and casts minor illusion, creating the image of a tiny orange salamander in his palm. It blinks up at Boomi, cocks its head, and vanishes. "I'd guess we're as likely to run into one of these in the woods as we are those ruffians, so I'll be sure to point them out either way!"
[Forest of Wonders]: Huckleberry Honeysmith | Revelry Suneila
Ah seen somen like that in my clans deepest mines. But 10 times the size. Bahahaha.
Well I'm here to take a break from the mountain. My clan be at war with the things in the dark fir yers. Well I got sick of it and came ere. Now I'm on the hunt fur the perfect mug of ale.
Minty looks up from his beer.
"I prefer the little ones, if I have a choice. I should warn you now, I do not always have great luck in my endeavors. Until recently, I ran a shop. Then they showed up and things started to go sideways. So, I am trying to avoid their attention. I think they want me to do something, but I have no idea what. It might have something to do with the souls that I see since they arrived, but I am not sure. So, I try to ignore them -- the souls not the whatevers -- when they are not talking directly to me and drink until I don't notice the others.
"That said, running from something you can't see has made me pretty adept at hiding and watching the backs of those I travel with."
Seems like we're all set!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Alright lads see ye in the wood.
Depths walks into the bar of Dolsela, looking for anyone with a story to share, or willing to go on an adventure.
there should be a ctg wiki