"Yes, it was once a thriving business. Lord Strahd's imports have made it difficult to compete, so we signed a contract to produce for him. I borrowed a large sum from him to expand our operation, but when our contract expired he only offered us half our original agreement to renew. (sigh) There was no way to pay the sum I had borrowed, so I had to take on... questionable clients. This shipment is custom sails for a vessel unable to make port in Nyanzaru."
"Doing business outside the city is relatively new to us, and the last shipment didn't make it. I don't know it's fate. Now my staff and I have needed to work around the clock to refill the order to satisfy a client that should not be trifled with, in order to pay another that would rather take my operation than my gold."
"I cannot spare any men for this delivery, as we must continue to produce, we are quite behind already. I would not recommend travel alone, but if you could find others to accompany you, I would compensate a team to make good on this delivery. However, if another answers this call before you can do so, then I will have to take the best equipped to make good with my client. Perhaps whomever is up to this task could bring me word of the fate of my daughter and the men that traveled with her."
Dhromm rubbed his chin as he continued to lean against his ax while he looked at the old man. He could see the stress and worry furrowed upon his brow and Dhromm felt for him.
"I see that you are troubled sir and i wish to help. Not only for the job but i understand the importance of family. I shall try to put together some men for the job, although i make no promises. I will do my best and return as promptly as i can. I would hate so ask sir but i know how the adventuring type are, how much can you pay any men i can bring with me?"
As he was talking to the old man, Dhromm began to think of anyone he might know that would be up for this type of job or where the best place to find these type of people.
Dhromm has no idea where to begin. His time here has mostly been spent in seclusion, only coming into town to find work when necessary. Perhaps he should stand by the board and try to attract a partner?
Mr. Hyde looks over Dhromm and says.
"I have limited gold as I have much owed to Lord Strahd... I can offer 75 gold pieces in total payment for delivery of these goods - a small sum, I know for the risk I ask - but I can barter in other ways. Follow me."
Mr. Hyde leads you to the back of his shop and out a door that leads to a small dock on the waterfront. Before you sits a small vessel, a single sail fishing boat. It bobs lazily as gentle waves roll in.
"She has not sailed for some time, but has been kept in good repair. Worth some 300 gold yet I'd wager. I had planned to sell it and put the funds toward my debt, but I offer it to you if you can bring me news of my daughter. What say you young halfling?"
"She looks like a fine rig sir, too bad you can't deliver your goods with her. These stout legs weren't meant for the sea but i have no worry that there will be men that would gladly accept her as payment. I shall do my best to find some."
With a nod to the man Dhromm leaves the way he came in, he was headed toward the Broken Bottle Tavern to see if anyone was up for the job.
Dhromm makes his way to "The Broken Bottle Tavern". The bar lives up to it's name. As he approaches, Dhromm hears the sounds of a grand brawl already in full swing. Sailors and drunkards comprised of a myriad of races throw punches, tankards and chairs. On the upper level things seem to be more subdued. A dwarf, two humans, a gnome, a tabaxi, an elf, and a lizardfolk can be found on the second level.
The lizardman guards his food from any passerby as he savagely tears at the haunch of meat before him.
The elf plays dice with the tabaxi and one of the humans.
The dwarf and the other human watch the fight below laughing as they enjoy their tankards of ale.
The gnome sits alone at a table tinkering with a clockwork toy, apparently oblivious to the brawling.
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The smell of ale and saltwater swept over Dhromm's nose as he opened the door. He stood against the wall just inside the door as he peered around. The brawl was nothing unusual here, although he had only been here a few times this was usually the result of the night. He stared at the stairs and tried to look for an opening to reach them.
Dhromm spotted a staircase beyond the bar to his left leading to the second level. There was no easy way to reach it from the doorway where he stood at the south end of the tavern.
Unless he could think of something better, he basically had two options:
1) Attempt to weave through the chaos (Dexterity-Acrobatics) or
2) Push and shove his way through the melee (Strength-Athletics).
If you need more description of the area to plan actions, simply ask in a spoiler.
A smirk came across Dhromm's face as he stared at the staircase through the crowd, He dashed forward into an opening in the crowd as he began his attempt at pusing through the fray to the stairs.
What Dhromm lacked in size, he made up for in strength and momentum. He plowed through the melee, knocking the brawlers off balance as he ricocheted from one to the next. Dhromm arrived at the base of the stairs covered in spilled ale and a few light bruises, but otherwise was no worse for the wear. The brawl continued on behind him oblivious to his presence.
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Dhromm approached the dwarf and the human as they drank their ale and said,
"Good day to you sirs, I am sorry for intruding but my employer is in desperate need of guards for his shipment and I was curious if either of you were looking for work."
The dwarf sputters something in a gutteral language while shooting the human a sideways glance. His attention remains on the brawl below.
"He's speaking the human tongue, must be talking to you lad."
The human looks down at the dwarf.
"Don't be sho rude Bhro-mar, not everyone speaksh the language of the moun-tain.*hic*"
The dwarf scowls up at the human through thick eyebrows.
"Perhaps not, but easy for you to say... since yours is the common tongue. Besides, he's looking for a guard, not a smith. He's all yours."w
The man scowls back at the dwarf.
"Fine go back to your forge, you old grump."
The man then turns his attention to Dhromm. He smells strongly of dwarven ale.
"Par-don my friend. Hesh a bit old fashioned about greetings. Nothin ash stub-born ash a dwarf they says, an theys be right, I reccon *hic*. Dar-ek Gibson ish my name, and my grumpy *hic* companion be known ash Bhromar Hammerhand. You need a guard? I-Ima guard.
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Dhromm looks toward the dwarf and bows his head to him then looks back at Dar-ek.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Gibson, please extend my apologies to Mr. Dwarf here for my lack of knowledge in proper greetings of the mountain people. Yes my employer is looking for guards to protect his shipment outside the city as it travels, you wouldn't be looking for some work would you?"
As Dhromm speaks to the man he pays attention to him, trying to discern what type of man he really was.
"Bah, Bhromar understands common just fine. He's just a stub-born arse. *hic* Wants everyone to talk dwarf."
Darek downs the last of his tankard, turns back to the dwarf and in a mocking tone says:
"Just because they make the best ale, and armor, and roads, and fortresses..."
He then smiles and returns his attention to Dhromm.
"Ash a matter of fact, yer in luck. *hic* I have just recently ended my con-tract wifth the watch an bec-ome available."
Bhromar mutters "Don't you mean shit-canned
"Don listen to him, he doesn't know what he's talkin bout. *hic* The Sgt. shimply had no further use fo a man off my talentsh."
Darek and Bhromar seem to have a history. Darek appears friendly and very drunk. Beyond that there is little you can tell about his character. There is likely more to the story about how he recently became available. You recall Mr. Hyde saying Sgt. Jamison couldn't spare any men.
"Well I never really intended to become a guardsman. *hic* I came here to seek m-ah fortune. Ran out of coppers before I m-ade it out of town. Job came up an I took it. Sgt. an I never saw eye to eye on me havin a gulper now an then... no sense of humor that Jamison. Sheamed to be good as any time to leave."
Bhromar sighs and shakes his head, and speaks to Gibson.
"It smells of the stables in here, I'm calling it a night. For the drinks."
The dwarf places a coin on the table, nods his acknowledgement to Dhromm and leaves.
"Mighty kind of you B-bro-mahr. It appears I'm good for anotha round. Care to join me? Course ya do *hic* WENCH! BRING ANOTHA STOUT FOR MAH NEW FRIEND AND ME."
Then he hops up onto the chair at the table, taking Bhromar's seat across from Mr. Gibson.
"Thank you sir, I much appreciate it."
Once the maid drops off the ale, Dhromm takes a nice long sip and sits back on his chair savoring the deliciously biter taste. It had been too long since he knocked one of these back. He then confined to talk to the ex guard.
"I've never ventured far outside the city, did your guard duties ever guard take you outside of the city? From the stories i've heard we are probably going to need more then the two of us for this job."
"No, never made it p-past the walls. I hear that there are guides for hire. Sometimes adventurers bring men with 'em that are *hic* used to traversing wild places. I know that there is a road...of sorts... links to an outpost on the river. Mostly I guarded people or places. More for the look of it to be h-honest. Put some armor and a ta-bard *hic* on a big fellar an most folk assume he knows somethin. Truth is most these so called guards don't *hic* have a clue how to hold a pike proper. Just a big show, pfffff."
Perception or insight check.
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Dhromm shook his head in disbelief as he sipped his ale.
"The Guard doesn't train their soldiers, I find that rather odd. In my village, every guard was trained to be the most formidable of fighters, to defend the village with the cost of their lives."
Gibson’s eyes drift half closed as if lead weights were pulling them down and his words start to slur to the point of gibberish. Dhromm notices Gibson is leaned heavily on a rickety banister that overlooks the crowd of brawlers below. It sways back and forth under Gibson’s weight as he motions with his tankard.
The man smiles faintly again.
"Yes, it was once a thriving business. Lord Strahd's imports have made it difficult to compete, so we signed a contract to produce for him. I borrowed a large sum from him to expand our operation, but when our contract expired he only offered us half our original agreement to renew. (sigh) There was no way to pay the sum I had borrowed, so I had to take on... questionable clients. This shipment is custom sails for a vessel unable to make port in Nyanzaru."
"Doing business outside the city is relatively new to us, and the last shipment didn't make it. I don't know it's fate. Now my staff and I have needed to work around the clock to refill the order to satisfy a client that should not be trifled with, in order to pay another that would rather take my operation than my gold."
"I cannot spare any men for this delivery, as we must continue to produce, we are quite behind already. I would not recommend travel alone, but if you could find others to accompany you, I would compensate a team to make good on this delivery. However, if another answers this call before you can do so, then I will have to take the best equipped to make good with my client. Perhaps whomever is up to this task could bring me word of the fate of my daughter and the men that traveled with her."
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
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Dhromm rubbed his chin as he continued to lean against his ax while he looked at the old man. He could see the stress and worry furrowed upon his brow and Dhromm felt for him.
"I see that you are troubled sir and i wish to help. Not only for the job but i understand the importance of family. I shall try to put together some men for the job, although i make no promises. I will do my best and return as promptly as i can. I would hate so ask sir but i know how the adventuring type are, how much can you pay any men i can bring with me?"
As he was talking to the old man, Dhromm began to think of anyone he might know that would be up for this type of job or where the best place to find these type of people.
(Intelligence)0
Dhromm has no idea where to begin. His time here has mostly been spent in seclusion, only coming into town to find work when necessary. Perhaps he should stand by the board and try to attract a partner?
Mr. Hyde looks over Dhromm and says.
"I have limited gold as I have much owed to Lord Strahd... I can offer 75 gold pieces in total payment for delivery of these goods - a small sum, I know for the risk I ask - but I can barter in other ways. Follow me."
Mr. Hyde leads you to the back of his shop and out a door that leads to a small dock on the waterfront. Before you sits a small vessel, a single sail fishing boat. It bobs lazily as gentle waves roll in.
"She has not sailed for some time, but has been kept in good repair. Worth some 300 gold yet I'd wager. I had planned to sell it and put the funds toward my debt, but I offer it to you if you can bring me news of my daughter. What say you young halfling?"
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
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"She looks like a fine rig sir, too bad you can't deliver your goods with her. These stout legs weren't meant for the sea but i have no worry that there will be men that would gladly accept her as payment. I shall do my best to find some."
With a nod to the man Dhromm leaves the way he came in, he was headed toward the Broken Bottle Tavern to see if anyone was up for the job.
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Dhromm makes his way to "The Broken Bottle Tavern". The bar lives up to it's name. As he approaches, Dhromm hears the sounds of a grand brawl already in full swing. Sailors and drunkards comprised of a myriad of races throw punches, tankards and chairs. On the upper level things seem to be more subdued. A dwarf, two humans, a gnome, a tabaxi, an elf, and a lizardfolk can be found on the second level.
The lizardman guards his food from any passerby as he savagely tears at the haunch of meat before him.
The elf plays dice with the tabaxi and one of the humans.
The dwarf and the other human watch the fight below laughing as they enjoy their tankards of ale.
The gnome sits alone at a table tinkering with a clockwork toy, apparently oblivious to the brawling.
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
The Good, The Bad, and The Greedy: Dungeon Master
The smell of ale and saltwater swept over Dhromm's nose as he opened the door. He stood against the wall just inside the door as he peered around. The brawl was nothing unusual here, although he had only been here a few times this was usually the result of the night. He stared at the stairs and tried to look for an opening to reach them.
(Perception)17
Dhromm spotted a staircase beyond the bar to his left leading to the second level. There was no easy way to reach it from the doorway where he stood at the south end of the tavern.
Unless he could think of something better, he basically had two options:
1) Attempt to weave through the chaos (Dexterity-Acrobatics) or
2) Push and shove his way through the melee (Strength-Athletics).
If you need more description of the area to plan actions, simply ask in a spoiler.
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
The Good, The Bad, and The Greedy: Dungeon Master
A smirk came across Dhromm's face as he stared at the staircase through the crowd, He dashed forward into an opening in the crowd as he began his attempt at pusing through the fray to the stairs.
(Athletics)14
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(Athletics) 15
What Dhromm lacked in size, he made up for in strength and momentum. He plowed through the melee, knocking the brawlers off balance as he ricocheted from one to the next. Dhromm arrived at the base of the stairs covered in spilled ale and a few light bruises, but otherwise was no worse for the wear. The brawl continued on behind him oblivious to his presence.
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
The Good, The Bad, and The Greedy: Dungeon Master
Dhromm approached the dwarf and the human as they drank their ale and said,
"Good day to you sirs, I am sorry for intruding but my employer is in desperate need of guards for his shipment and I was curious if either of you were looking for work."
The dwarf sputters something in a gutteral language while shooting the human a sideways glance. His attention remains on the brawl below.
"He's speaking the human tongue, must be talking to you lad."
The human looks down at the dwarf.
"Don't be sho rude Bhro-mar, not everyone speaksh the language of the moun-tain.*hic*"
The dwarf scowls up at the human through thick eyebrows.
"Perhaps not, but easy for you to say... since yours is the common tongue. Besides, he's looking for a guard, not a smith. He's all yours."w
The man scowls back at the dwarf.
"Fine go back to your forge, you old grump."
The man then turns his attention to Dhromm. He smells strongly of dwarven ale.
"Par-don my friend. Hesh a bit old fashioned about greetings. Nothin ash stub-born ash a dwarf they says, an theys be right, I reccon *hic*. Dar-ek Gibson ish my name, and my grumpy *hic* companion be known ash Bhromar Hammerhand. You need a guard? I-Ima guard.
The dwarf interupts.
"Were a guard, you mean."
"You shtay outa thish."
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
The Good, The Bad, and The Greedy: Dungeon Master
Dhromm looks toward the dwarf and bows his head to him then looks back at Dar-ek.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Gibson, please extend my apologies to Mr. Dwarf here for my lack of knowledge in proper greetings of the mountain people. Yes my employer is looking for guards to protect his shipment outside the city as it travels, you wouldn't be looking for some work would you?"
As Dhromm speaks to the man he pays attention to him, trying to discern what type of man he really was.
(Insight) 16
"Bah, Bhromar understands common just fine. He's just a stub-born arse. *hic* Wants everyone to talk dwarf."
Darek downs the last of his tankard, turns back to the dwarf and in a mocking tone says:
"Just because they make the best ale, and armor, and roads, and fortresses..."
He then smiles and returns his attention to Dhromm.
"Ash a matter of fact, yer in luck. *hic* I have just recently ended my con-tract wifth the watch an bec-ome available."
Bhromar mutters "Don't you mean shit-canned
"Don listen to him, he doesn't know what he's talkin bout. *hic* The Sgt. shimply had no further use fo a man off my talentsh."
Darek and Bhromar seem to have a history. Darek appears friendly and very drunk. Beyond that there is little you can tell about his character. There is likely more to the story about how he recently became available. You recall Mr. Hyde saying Sgt. Jamison couldn't spare any men.
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
The Good, The Bad, and The Greedy: Dungeon Master
"Ahh i see. Forgive me sir but unfortunately I don't speak speak dwarf."
Dhromm said as he looked at the dwarf. Then he turned to Mr. Gibson,
"Have you heard of Hyde Sails and Canvas? They have a delivery too make outside the city and need a few men to ensure it gets there."
Dhromm stared inquisitively at the drunk man,
"Mr. Hyde actually went to the Sgt. in attempt to get some help but he said he was short on men. May i ask why you left?"
"Well I never really intended to become a guardsman. *hic* I came here to seek m-ah fortune. Ran out of coppers before I m-ade it out of town. Job came up an I took it. Sgt. an I never saw eye to eye on me havin a gulper now an then... no sense of humor that Jamison. Sheamed to be good as any time to leave."
Bhromar sighs and shakes his head, and speaks to Gibson.
"It smells of the stables in here, I'm calling it a night. For the drinks."
The dwarf places a coin on the table, nods his acknowledgement to Dhromm and leaves.
"Mighty kind of you B-bro-mahr. It appears I'm good for anotha round. Care to join me? Course ya do *hic* WENCH! BRING ANOTHA STOUT FOR MAH NEW FRIEND AND ME."
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
The Good, The Bad, and The Greedy: Dungeon Master
Dhromm nods his head at the dwarf as he passes
"A good night to you Master Dwarf"
Then he hops up onto the chair at the table, taking Bhromar's seat across from Mr. Gibson.
"Thank you sir, I much appreciate it."
Once the maid drops off the ale, Dhromm takes a nice long sip and sits back on his chair savoring the deliciously biter taste. It had been too long since he knocked one of these back. He then confined to talk to the ex guard.
"I've never ventured far outside the city, did your guard duties ever guard take you outside of the city? From the stories i've heard we are probably going to need more then the two of us for this job."
"No, never made it p-past the walls. I hear that there are guides for hire. Sometimes adventurers bring men with 'em that are *hic* used to traversing wild places. I know that there is a road...of sorts... links to an outpost on the river. Mostly I guarded people or places. More for the look of it to be h-honest. Put some armor and a ta-bard *hic* on a big fellar an most folk assume he knows somethin. Truth is most these so called guards don't *hic* have a clue how to hold a pike proper. Just a big show, pfffff."
Perception or insight check.
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
The Good, The Bad, and The Greedy: Dungeon Master
Dhromm shook his head in disbelief as he sipped his ale.
"The Guard doesn't train their soldiers, I find that rather odd. In my village, every guard was trained to be the most formidable of fighters, to defend the village with the cost of their lives."
(Perception) 15
Gibson’s eyes drift half closed as if lead weights were pulling them down and his words start to slur to the point of gibberish. Dhromm notices Gibson is leaned heavily on a rickety banister that overlooks the crowd of brawlers below. It sways back and forth under Gibson’s weight as he motions with his tankard.
”Imigtnoagide. *hic* Athasalydig. WNCH! Inedaotarrnd!”
Tome of Annihilation: Greggor - Level 1 Human (Variant) Fighter
The Good, The Bad, and The Greedy: Dungeon Master