ROGUE BACKSTORY: My rogue named "Crispy" is a troubled soul. Once, she was a cop. A member of the elite special forces unit of some major town on the sword coast. Her unit would take care of problems the local law enforcement and militia couldn't handle. Deep, dark problems. The thing is, she's a bit corrupt. Her and her partner would not only bring criminals to justice, they would bribe, extort, torture, bully them, and do other things above the law. They didn't care. They did things their way. No one pushed them around. One day we pushed around the wrong people, and her partner got killed, I was fired from my job, and I wasn't welcome around anywhere anymore. Not to mention the criminals I used to bully would come looking for me. Whole crime organizations I used to butt heads with gave me plenty of trouble. But I was plenty of trouble myself, and I could handle myself, too. I became an adventurer because I wasn't welcome anywhere, and I got into too much trouble wherever I went.
WHAT I'M GOOD AT: I am adept at investigation, stealth, perception, insight, persuasion, and keep a pair of very sharp shorts swords on my hip, ready to go if need be. I grew up a soldier in the military, and my path went astray when I was a member of special forces. I have a dry, sarcastic wit, I tend to be quiet, but value anyone who has my back. I have a lot of dirt I carry around - i've done a lot of bad things in my life. I'm trying to change all that.
HOW I KNOW CHUBBY BEERSMITH: I met Chubby Beersmith a while back when he was being harassed at a local inn for being too drunk. He wasn't being an angry drunk, but you know how dwarves get, and it was an opportunity to slam heads with a bunch of scumbags giving him trouble, so I gave him a hand. Or a fist. We becoae good friends ever since, and he's one of the few I actually trust and would give my life to protect. Don't mess with him.
ABOUT ME: I've been role-playing since 1984. I've played nearly every RPG you can think of in any capacity. I'm currently DMing a PbP game of Tomb Of Annihilation. I live in California and am quite regular on here. Thanks for having me!
Okay! Thanks everyone. We have five players, and you should have all received an invite to the campaign. If you have not received an invite, my apologies. Feel free to read along with the adventure and if we have a spot open up, I will contact you for interest.
You all laugh, as you share the highlights of your last adventure together along with some fine cider. You’re currently located on the upper levels of ‘The Quiver’- a tall, Elven structure designed to pay hommage to the elite Elven archers of Eleonora and reside in a circular booth overlooking the city of Waterdeep. The booth is brightly lit, sporting a red leather and gold trim motif. Soft, relaxing music can be heard playing from enchanted wind and instruments in the main common area on this floor.
An Elven man approaches your table, and most of you know who this character is- Ruven Venixia... He owns this place and many more establishments throughout the city. Over the years, Ruven’s once golden hair is now a silky silver which he wears tucked back behind his elven ears, yet his amber eyes still shine with youthful ambition. Ruven is quite tall, despite always walking with a hunched upper back. He is always seen in a vivid tailored High Elven suit and wields a tastefully decorated, simple cane with a glass orb atop the handle.
“Greetings, adventurers.” He says in a soft, smooth voice. “I trust everything is to your satisfaction here at The Quiver?
Nia looked up at the elf, a tipsy smile on the teenager's face, and replied. "Going great, I could get used to this stuff." She said raising her goblet of elven wine.
Looking about the table, Liam can't help but sigh. Certainly now was a time to celebrate, with their past exploits now safely behind them, but they were also in one of the most expensive and upscale establishments in all of Waterdeep. And yet there was Chub, already working on his fourth drink. Liam felt certain that this would likely not be a good thing, and that feeling only increases tenfold when he spots the well-dressed high elf approaching their booth.
It triples when he actually recognizes the elf, and Liam finds himself standing from his seat and bowing to Ruven Venixia as he comes to the table. Hopefully he can head off any embarrassment before it can get too far.
"Greetings, Sir Venixia," he responds coolly, putting into practice all of the etiquette training his mentor had given him for just such an occasion as this. "A fine establishment you have here, and much to our satisfaction indeed."
Gregor is sitting right beside Chubb, matching drink for drink, trying to goad the rather high scale patrons of the establishment into gambling and drinking competitions, gaudy gold jewelry merrily jangaling with each over the top arm swing.
When the Elf approaches the table, Gregors drops the (loaded) dice set he was trying to start a game with, and hides them before anyone notices the perfect seven they landed on.
“Hello friend! Gregor has not seen such a fine establishment or friendly service since he was last in the kings own court! What can Gregor and friends do for you this evening?” He cheerily exclaims, subtly palming a deck of cards, that catch the light in just the right way to be noticeable but not rude.
A lean, athletic human female with bright eyes and dark hair sitting next to a chubby dwarf sits at the table, with, i'm assuming, everyone else. She is dressed in tight leathers with a cloak, and moves with the grace of a cat. Usually. She stiffles back a burp, almost containing it, and slaps Chubby on the back, playfully. "Hey are you gonna finish tha- Oh! Hey! Yeah, things are great!"
Ruven raises a slight eyebrow at Nia, before giveing a polite slow, deliberate nod to Liam in recognition to his compliments.
”Looking to increase your wealth I see there Gregor? I admire a man with ambition.” You see a glint in his eye before continuing;
“In fact... I have a proposition for you all. As you well know, the city of Waterdeep regards you in high esteem after your valiant efforts with the latest saga. It is therefore by no accident you have landed in this establishment of mine. I... have a proposition for you... If you’d be too good as to hear me out.”
Chubby: "Aye, laddy, anyone who is smart enough to run such an august establishment as this, has my ear. This cider is exquisite. What year is it, a 1381 or 1382? Fine years. Both."
Chubby proceeds to belch, and spares no thought of squelching it, for to Chubby and the Clan Beersmith, there is no higher compliment.
Smiling broadly, Chubby winks at Ruven. Perception check: 13 (does Chubby note any deceit from Ruven?)
"Well, good sir, I can't say that you've caught us at our best, but given that this is your establishment I daresay we can't possibly refuse you."
Oh how he WISHES he could ask the elf to come back at a better time, but he knows better than to push his luck that far. He makes a sweeping motion with his arm as he offers another polite bow.
"Please, join us and share this proposition of yours." As he turns back to the table with the sweeping of his arm, he looks very pointedly at each of the other party members, particularly Nia. "I assure you, we'll all TRY TO BE ON OUR BEST BEHAVIOR."
Chubby and Crispy perception checks: Ruven seems genuine. You feel that a man of his stature and smarts need not concern himself with foul play.
Upon hearing the belches and verbal response, Ruven offers another deep, deliberate bow of his head. He snaps his fingers and the circular table in your booth begins to hum. After a moment, the table animates- turning in a clockwise direction, the perimeter (which holds your drinks) splits into eighths and separates from the middle, which decends down into the floor. Shortly after, it raises back up covered in gold bars and the table re-assembles itself.
“Fifteen hundred gold to be split among you now, and that amount again on completion. You are to accompany myself and my crew onboard my airship- ‘The Golden Lining’ to an uncharted island a few miles off the coast. Help me map it and establish my finest facility yet- a resort holiday retreat for only the most exclusive individuals in the land.”
ROGUE BACKSTORY: My rogue named "Crispy" is a troubled soul. Once, she was a cop. A member of the elite special forces unit of some major town on the sword coast. Her unit would take care of problems the local law enforcement and militia couldn't handle. Deep, dark problems. The thing is, she's a bit corrupt. Her and her partner would not only bring criminals to justice, they would bribe, extort, torture, bully them, and do other things above the law. They didn't care. They did things their way. No one pushed them around. One day we pushed around the wrong people, and her partner got killed, I was fired from my job, and I wasn't welcome around anywhere anymore. Not to mention the criminals I used to bully would come looking for me. Whole crime organizations I used to butt heads with gave me plenty of trouble. But I was plenty of trouble myself, and I could handle myself, too. I became an adventurer because I wasn't welcome anywhere, and I got into too much trouble wherever I went.
WHAT I'M GOOD AT: I am adept at investigation, stealth, perception, insight, persuasion, and keep a pair of very sharp shorts swords on my hip, ready to go if need be. I grew up a soldier in the military, and my path went astray when I was a member of special forces. I have a dry, sarcastic wit, I tend to be quiet, but value anyone who has my back. I have a lot of dirt I carry around - i've done a lot of bad things in my life. I'm trying to change all that.
HOW I KNOW CHUBBY BEERSMITH: I met Chubby Beersmith a while back when he was being harassed at a local inn for being too drunk. He wasn't being an angry drunk, but you know how dwarves get, and it was an opportunity to slam heads with a bunch of scumbags giving him trouble, so I gave him a hand. Or a fist. We becoae good friends ever since, and he's one of the few I actually trust and would give my life to protect. Don't mess with him.
ABOUT ME: I've been role-playing since 1984. I've played nearly every RPG you can think of in any capacity. I'm currently DMing a PbP game of Tomb Of Annihilation. I live in California and am quite regular on here. Thanks for having me!
Okay! Thanks everyone. We have five players, and you should have all received an invite to the campaign. If you have not received an invite, my apologies. Feel free to read along with the adventure and if we have a spot open up, I will contact you for interest.
You all laugh, as you share the highlights of your last adventure together along with some fine cider. You’re currently located on the upper levels of ‘The Quiver’- a tall, Elven structure designed to pay hommage to the elite Elven archers of Eleonora and reside in a circular booth overlooking the city of Waterdeep. The booth is brightly lit, sporting a red leather and gold trim motif. Soft, relaxing music can be heard playing from enchanted wind and instruments in the main common area on this floor.
An Elven man approaches your table, and most of you know who this character is- Ruven Venixia... He owns this place and many more establishments throughout the city. Over the years, Ruven’s once golden hair is now a silky silver which he wears tucked back behind his elven ears, yet his amber eyes still shine with youthful ambition. Ruven is quite tall, despite always walking with a hunched upper back. He is always seen in a vivid tailored High Elven suit and wields a tastefully decorated, simple cane with a glass orb atop the handle.
“Greetings, adventurers.” He says in a soft, smooth voice. “I trust everything is to your satisfaction here at The Quiver?
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Nia looked up at the elf, a tipsy smile on the teenager's face, and replied. "Going great, I could get used to this stuff." She said raising her goblet of elven wine.
Looking about the table, Liam can't help but sigh. Certainly now was a time to celebrate, with their past exploits now safely behind them, but they were also in one of the most expensive and upscale establishments in all of Waterdeep. And yet there was Chub, already working on his fourth drink. Liam felt certain that this would likely not be a good thing, and that feeling only increases tenfold when he spots the well-dressed high elf approaching their booth.
It triples when he actually recognizes the elf, and Liam finds himself standing from his seat and bowing to Ruven Venixia as he comes to the table. Hopefully he can head off any embarrassment before it can get too far.
"Greetings, Sir Venixia," he responds coolly, putting into practice all of the etiquette training his mentor had given him for just such an occasion as this. "A fine establishment you have here, and much to our satisfaction indeed."
Liam sighs silently to himself. It seems even Nia is now more inebriated than he would have preferred in this situation.
Gregor is sitting right beside Chubb, matching drink for drink, trying to goad the rather high scale patrons of the establishment into gambling and drinking competitions, gaudy gold jewelry merrily jangaling with each over the top arm swing.
When the Elf approaches the table, Gregors drops the (loaded) dice set he was trying to start a game with, and hides them before anyone notices the perfect seven they landed on.
“Hello friend! Gregor has not seen such a fine establishment or friendly service since he was last in the kings own court! What can Gregor and friends do for you this evening?” He cheerily exclaims, subtly palming a deck of cards, that catch the light in just the right way to be noticeable but not rude.
Liam struggles valiantly against his urge to meet his palm with his face.
A lean, athletic human female with bright eyes and dark hair sitting next to a chubby dwarf sits at the table, with, i'm assuming, everyone else. She is dressed in tight leathers with a cloak, and moves with the grace of a cat. Usually. She stiffles back a burp, almost containing it, and slaps Chubby on the back, playfully. "Hey are you gonna finish tha- Oh! Hey! Yeah, things are great!"
Liam facepalms.
Oh dear...what have I gotten poor Liam into? :)
Ruven raises a slight eyebrow at Nia, before giveing a polite slow, deliberate nod to Liam in recognition to his compliments.
”Looking to increase your wealth I see there Gregor? I admire a man with ambition.” You see a glint in his eye before continuing;
“In fact... I have a proposition for you all. As you well know, the city of Waterdeep regards you in high esteem after your valiant efforts with the latest saga. It is therefore by no accident you have landed in this establishment of mine. I... have a proposition for you... If you’d be too good as to hear me out.”
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Crispy stops mid-chew and looks up hearing the word "proposition".
Chubby: "Aye, laddy, anyone who is smart enough to run such an august establishment as this, has my ear. This cider is exquisite. What year is it, a 1381 or 1382? Fine years. Both."
Chubby proceeds to belch, and spares no thought of squelching it, for to Chubby and the Clan Beersmith, there is no higher compliment.
Smiling broadly, Chubby winks at Ruven. Perception check: 13 (does Chubby note any deceit from Ruven?)
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Well, good sir, I can't say that you've caught us at our best, but given that this is your establishment I daresay we can't possibly refuse you."
Oh how he WISHES he could ask the elf to come back at a better time, but he knows better than to push his luck that far. He makes a sweeping motion with his arm as he offers another polite bow.
"Please, join us and share this proposition of yours." As he turns back to the table with the sweeping of his arm, he looks very pointedly at each of the other party members, particularly Nia. "I assure you, we'll all TRY TO BE ON OUR BEST BEHAVIOR."
"Let me show you how it's done, Chubbs."
Crispy percepts hard while swallowing her food. Perception: 18
"H-UrHp! Ha!" She shoulder nudges her old friend.
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"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"This IS our best behavior.." Crispy snickers quietly. "BARKEEP! Another one of these!" She shouts.
She turns back to Ruven. "Ok. I'm all ears."
Liam rubs his temples in frustration as he resumes his seat.
Understood, DM.
Chubby and Crispy perception checks: Ruven seems genuine. You feel that a man of his stature and smarts need not concern himself with foul play.
Upon hearing the belches and verbal response, Ruven offers another deep, deliberate bow of his head. He snaps his fingers and the circular table in your booth begins to hum. After a moment, the table animates- turning in a clockwise direction, the perimeter (which holds your drinks) splits into eighths and separates from the middle, which decends down into the floor. Shortly after, it raises back up covered in gold bars and the table re-assembles itself.
“Fifteen hundred gold to be split among you now, and that amount again on completion. You are to accompany myself and my crew onboard my airship- ‘The Golden Lining’ to an uncharted island a few miles off the coast. Help me map it and establish my finest facility yet- a resort holiday retreat for only the most exclusive individuals in the land.”
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
"Uh, excuse me? I can't EAT this!" She jokes, looking at the money. "Just kidding. That's a lot of gold. I'm in."
Nia smirked. "Hey, have I blown anything up here? Don't worry, I know Fireball is a cocktail not a command." She said with a wink.