Mobile pretty much this weekend, so forgive the lack of differentiating colors
"The meeting room? No, you wants bedrooms? We don't... Let me get ma," the young, pint sized server says, then turns and yells as he goes thru the swinging doors, "MA!!! These...."
The other half sized patrons begin to laugh and chuckle, as one grabs a mug from the retreating youngsters tray. "His brain can only hold a thought at a time," a voice somewhere in the room says
"Half a thought," comes another voice.
Within a moment, a figure that could be from a fantasy movie comes bustling out followed by the younger. She's a bit over 3 ft tall, with blonde hair tied back in a bun, broad cheeks, brown eyes and bared feet. She wears an apron spotted with flour and old stains over a short sleeves linen dress.
"What's all this about rooms," she asks looking up at you.
"Come on, come on," she urges with a good natured smile. "Dinners acooking and I don't have all day"
"They want sleeping rooms, ma"
"Travelers, eh? Well, this is a tavern not an inn, so ain't got em. They'll but you up at the Library or Citadel for free, so not much business in it. But if you have too much, we'll bed you down on in the hay with a blanket till morning. Do it often enough," she says with a knowing look at a corner table, which burst out in good natured chuckles
"But by the looks of you, unless the Elves help, it'll be a blanket on the floor."
"If your here to eat, it's 5 silvers. That's a hardy dinner and two drinks of choice. Wine, sour cider, or beer."
From the other room there comes a deep bellowing voice, "Another round of beer!"
The woman turns to the younger. "Get the mountain folk another round," she says with a sigh. "Might be dragging them to the barn later."
"Thank you, Ma. My friends and I will take you up on those meals. And a few rounds. My name is Magnus. It is good to meet you. We are not from these parts. I've never met Mountain people before. Or for that matter anyone like you and your daughter either. May I buy their next round for introduction?".
"Oh and may I have a joint of meat for my dog out front? Thank you.".
"Ma,' she says, giving Magnus a playful slap on the thigh. "Its Doris. Mrs. Brightday if your formal. Now don't worry about your dog, I'll have the Mister take care of him, soon as dinner is out."
Doris leads you into the room where the 5 mountain folk are drinking. You would guess they stand between 4 and 5 feet. They are broad on the shoulders and all around stout, with long, dark braided hair and beards of varying lengths, all with elaborate breading. There skins are gray or brown, bringing granite, limestone and sandstone to mind.
"Ironhand," says says to the only one with gray in his beard and limestone colored skin. "These new guests would like to meet you."
Ironhand for his part, looks up at you with violet colored eyes, and a grim, scarred face.
"Humans," he says in a deep, gravelly voice. "Garth Ironhand, of A'Ragnodok."
"Wishing you blessings this yuletide, and rebirth of the light."
Moving to Common, "Greetings. Forgive my intrusion. We traveled to the Winter Solstice Celebration that will take place in a few days. Along the way, we aided a Mountain person who had been accosted by goblins and became friends of his clan.
When I heard there were Mountain people here in the tavern I was overjoyed. They were Gnomes, though.
Nonetheless, this round is on me. I don't mind making new friends. What manner of people are you? From what mountain do you hail?".
At your strange words, she just looks puzzled then continues.
Garth also gives you a puzzled look, "Dwarves, you would call us in your tongue. We have traveled south for nearly a Moon from A'Ragnodok mountains in the north. And we are also here for the the same. Young Elyakim over there thinks he has the calling. Though there hasn't been a Dwarven Druid in all the known history of our people in Kaddandyr." He indicates a Dwarf with a "short" beard, only to about 4 inches below his collar bone, with sandstone skin and red, highlights in his hair.
When the son brings you your drinks, he sets them on the table next to the dwarves.
Drinks:
Beer - is a mild, nut brown ale with hints of malt and caramel.
Cider - is dry, dark and fruity with a sweet sour flavor from crab apples, red apples and blackberries.
Wine - is a dark red merlot with dark cherry flavors
Jordi
As Magnus engages in conversion your eyes are drawn to the painting of the tavern on the wall, and you notice some distinct differences. Its designs that mean letters to you (as you read from left to right): etsams
Magnus continues, "Well met Elyakim. I am fairly new to the calling myself. I've yet to choose a Circle myself. Though I'm hoping to meet some mentors over the coming days. If you would like to stick with me, as newlings, maybe we can learn together".
Magnus, grabs a beer, to toast the crowd. Holding it high, "To rebirth of the light!".
After pulling a long draft, "So A'Ragnodok... are you all miners? I only know of Dwarves by legend."
"Are we all miners," he repeats in a disgruntled voice. "Stonemasons, smiths without compare, even farmers and herders. Though it is legend, I guess, that you can be forgiven for not knowing better. And a good ale forgives many sins. And what of you? It is not often Humans are seen so far south or so far east?"
"My companions and I came to the Library. They were kind enough to also come with me to visit the Arch-Druid. I have learned so much, and have so much more to learn". Conspiratorially, Magnus whispers, (I told them the food after the revelry would be tremendous. I don't really know but I hope it is true. I don't really feel safe on the roads by myself.)
"So, why would there not be Druids among your kind? Life and it's forces infuse everything. It must be portentous to have a Druid called from your people now."
Raising his eyebrows, Peterjoins Jordi and Bridger in their conference. "Is Magnus acting strange to you? Has he always talked like someone high at a Renaissance Faire?"
As your talking with the Dwarves, the main door opens to admit a stout 3.5 ft figure in a fine, dark green doublet, and thin buckskin pants. His curly brown hair is dotted with gray, he has long mutton chops and a large gold medallion on a chin around his neck. A lough and raucous greeting from the other room, and you hear Doris yell, "Mitchie, get your bones into the kitchen! Its almost time for dinner!"
"Aww, but Darling. I need a little something to warm the blood," he responds with a wink at the patrons.
"Work will do that well enough for you! Now get in here, or you'll be sleeping with the goats tonight!"
With an exaggerated shrug, he turns and bows to your room, then the main room before making his way through the double doors.
Jordi
You notice that Mitchie's medallion has the same odd symbol for "M"
Jordi whispers to his friends, "I think... I think there's some sort of secret club or something... I seem to recognize their symbols. I could try asking for help? What's our plan, anyway? Head back to the gnomes?"
As you discuss, the family (MItchie, Doris, and two sons) begins handing out large bowls to the patrons, which turns out to be a vegetable soup along with loaves of bread made from corn flour and a thick, rich, butter as the first course.
Peter, realizing he hasn't eaten since arriving, sits down at a table and begins to eat voraciously. If anyone sits nearby, he'll attempt to engage them in conversation.
Mobile pretty much this weekend, so forgive the lack of differentiating colors
"The meeting room? No, you wants bedrooms? We don't... Let me get ma," the young, pint sized server says, then turns and yells as he goes thru the swinging doors, "MA!!! These...."
The other half sized patrons begin to laugh and chuckle, as one grabs a mug from the retreating youngsters tray. "His brain can only hold a thought at a time," a voice somewhere in the room says
"Half a thought," comes another voice.
Within a moment, a figure that could be from a fantasy movie comes bustling out followed by the younger. She's a bit over 3 ft tall, with blonde hair tied back in a bun, broad cheeks, brown eyes and bared feet. She wears an apron spotted with flour and old stains over a short sleeves linen dress.
"What's all this about rooms," she asks looking up at you.
"Come on, come on," she urges with a good natured smile. "Dinners acooking and I don't have all day"
"They want sleeping rooms, ma"
"Travelers, eh? Well, this is a tavern not an inn, so ain't got em. They'll but you up at the Library or Citadel for free, so not much business in it. But if you have too much, we'll bed you down on in the hay with a blanket till morning. Do it often enough," she says with a knowing look at a corner table, which burst out in good natured chuckles
"But by the looks of you, unless the Elves help, it'll be a blanket on the floor."
"If your here to eat, it's 5 silvers. That's a hardy dinner and two drinks of choice. Wine, sour cider, or beer."
From the other room there comes a deep bellowing voice, "Another round of beer!"
The woman turns to the younger. "Get the mountain folk another round," she says with a sigh. "Might be dragging them to the barn later."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Magnus replies,
"Thank you, Ma. My friends and I will take you up on those meals. And a few rounds. My name is Magnus. It is good to meet you. We are not from these parts. I've never met Mountain people before. Or for that matter anyone like you and your daughter either. May I buy their next round for introduction?".
"Oh and may I have a joint of meat for my dog out front? Thank you.".
Perception 18
Intuition 24
"Ma,' she says, giving Magnus a playful slap on the thigh. "Its Doris. Mrs. Brightday if your formal. Now don't worry about your dog, I'll have the Mister take care of him, soon as dinner is out."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Doris leads you into the room where the 5 mountain folk are drinking. You would guess they stand between 4 and 5 feet. They are broad on the shoulders and all around stout, with long, dark braided hair and beards of varying lengths, all with elaborate breading. There skins are gray or brown, bringing granite, limestone and sandstone to mind.
"Ironhand," says says to the only one with gray in his beard and limestone colored skin. "These new guests would like to meet you."
Ironhand for his part, looks up at you with violet colored eyes, and a grim, scarred face.
"Humans," he says in a deep, gravelly voice. "Garth Ironhand, of A'Ragnodok."
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
(The Earth we come from, does it have LOTR? Would we be famliar with dwarves and halfling/hobbits?)
It's our world... December 2022
Its like Ivory soap...99.44% the same
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
"Thank you, Doris."
Magnus humbly bows as he enters the room.
In Druidic, he says,
"Wishing you blessings this yuletide, and rebirth of the light."
Moving to Common, "Greetings. Forgive my intrusion. We traveled to the Winter Solstice Celebration that will take place in a few days. Along the way, we aided a Mountain person who had been accosted by goblins and became friends of his clan.
When I heard there were Mountain people here in the tavern I was overjoyed. They were Gnomes, though.
Nonetheless, this round is on me. I don't mind making new friends. What manner of people are you? From what mountain do you hail?".
At your strange words, she just looks puzzled then continues.
Garth also gives you a puzzled look, "Dwarves, you would call us in your tongue. We have traveled south for nearly a Moon from A'Ragnodok mountains in the north. And we are also here for the the same. Young Elyakim over there thinks he has the calling. Though there hasn't been a Dwarven Druid in all the known history of our people in Kaddandyr." He indicates a Dwarf with a "short" beard, only to about 4 inches below his collar bone, with sandstone skin and red, highlights in his hair.
When the son brings you your drinks, he sets them on the table next to the dwarves.
Drinks:
Beer - is a mild, nut brown ale with hints of malt and caramel.
Cider - is dry, dark and fruity with a sweet sour flavor from crab apples, red apples and blackberries.
Wine - is a dark red merlot with dark cherry flavors
Jordi
As Magnus engages in conversion your eyes are drawn to the painting of the tavern on the wall, and you notice some distinct differences. Its designs that mean letters to you (as you read from left to right): etsams
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Jordi casually moves closer to Bridger and then whispers: "You know Latin, right? Does 'etsams' mean anything to you?"
Magnus continues, "Well met Elyakim. I am fairly new to the calling myself. I've yet to choose a Circle myself. Though I'm hoping to meet some mentors over the coming days. If you would like to stick with me, as newlings, maybe we can learn together".
Magnus, grabs a beer, to toast the crowd. Holding it high, "To rebirth of the light!".
After pulling a long draft, "So A'Ragnodok... are you all miners? I only know of Dwarves by legend."
"Are we all miners," he repeats in a disgruntled voice. "Stonemasons, smiths without compare, even farmers and herders. Though it is legend, I guess, that you can be forgiven for not knowing better. And a good ale forgives many sins. And what of you? It is not often Humans are seen so far south or so far east?"
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
"My companions and I came to the Library. They were kind enough to also come with me to visit the Arch-Druid. I have learned so much, and have so much more to learn". Conspiratorially, Magnus whispers, (I told them the food after the revelry would be tremendous. I don't really know but I hope it is true. I don't really feel safe on the roads by myself.)
"So, why would there not be Druids among your kind? Life and it's forces infuse everything. It must be portentous to have a Druid called from your people now."
Raising his eyebrows, Peter joins Jordi and Bridger in their conference. "Is Magnus acting strange to you? Has he always talked like someone high at a Renaissance Faire?"
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
OOC
When in MF'n Rome....
As your talking with the Dwarves, the main door opens to admit a stout 3.5 ft figure in a fine, dark green doublet, and thin buckskin pants. His curly brown hair is dotted with gray, he has long mutton chops and a large gold medallion on a chin around his neck. A lough and raucous greeting from the other room, and you hear Doris yell, "Mitchie, get your bones into the kitchen! Its almost time for dinner!"
"Aww, but Darling. I need a little something to warm the blood," he responds with a wink at the patrons.
"Work will do that well enough for you! Now get in here, or you'll be sleeping with the goats tonight!"
With an exaggerated shrug, he turns and bows to your room, then the main room before making his way through the double doors.
Jordi
You notice that Mitchie's medallion has the same odd symbol for "M"
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
(OOC Would Jordi know how to send a message in this odd language, or only how to read it?)
Yep, Jordi would
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Jordi whispers to his friends, "I think... I think there's some sort of secret club or something... I seem to recognize their symbols. I could try asking for help? What's our plan, anyway? Head back to the gnomes?"
As you discuss, the family (MItchie, Doris, and two sons) begins handing out large bowls to the patrons, which turns out to be a vegetable soup along with loaves of bread made from corn flour and a thick, rich, butter as the first course.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Peter, realizing he hasn't eaten since arriving, sits down at a table and begins to eat voraciously. If anyone sits nearby, he'll attempt to engage them in conversation.
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd