When the first of the party to reach the Stone Giant tavern gets there, they see Norr outside. He leans against the timber of the door frame. Today he is dressed in leather armor. It's worn, wrinkled in the way that only leather used for years can be, and it is the color of wheat at dusk in the most part. There is an ornate -- if impractical looking -- shortbow slung over his left shoulder. As he sees a familiar face, his hand stops turning the large ring he wears on his left hand.
" 'lo," he says, "you look brighter than I expected, after last night."
When the first of the party to reach the Stone Giant tavern gets there, they see Norr outside. He leans against the timber of the door frame. Today he is dressed in leather armor. It's worn, wrinkled in the way that only leather used for years can be, and it is the color of wheat at dusk in the most part. There is an ornate -- if impractical looking -- shortbow slung over his left shoulder. As he sees a familiar face, his hand stops turning the large ring he wears on his left hand.
" 'lo," he says, "you look brighter than I expected, after last night."
Leo replies "Aye, Norr, How ya doing? Is anyone else here yet?"
“Well met, Leo. You’re the first. Shall we?” Norr gestures inside.
“If we’d been less in our cups, yesterday, it might’ve been sensible to tell each other where we were in residence. I am surprised that not one of us seems to be in paid residence at this inn.”
“I hope no one is having second thoughts about a vague, far-ranging divine mission.”
”For my part,” Norr flicks a finger against the lacquer of his colourful shortbow, “I am keen to get entangled in a divine plot as promptly as we may. There are those who will turn their eye from me once a god of law and justice has placed his hand over my head.”
”How about you, my Tabaxan friend? Any gods or higher powers awaiting you on your path?”
The smell of hot food catches your attention and you see Casrian nearly drop a meat pie as he makes his way over to Leo and Norr. He sets the pies on the table and begins to dig into one.
"Spoke with the tavern keeper last night. He knows nothing. As I see it, we had best inquire from a loremaster, archivist, or cleric whether this 'Circle' has any historical, arcane, or religious context. If not, then we ought to consider the 'Circle' may mean an organization as opposed to a place."
Casrian takes a bite of pie. "Anyone else have an idea how we ought to approach this?"
“Well met, Leo. You’re the first. Shall we?” Norr gestures inside.
“If we’d been less in our cups, yesterday, it might’ve been sensible to tell each other where we were in residence. I am surprised that not one of us seems to be in paid residence at this inn.”
“I hope no one is having second thoughts about a vague, far-ranging divine mission.”
”For my part,” Norr flicks a finger against the lacquer of his colourful shortbow, “I am keen to get entangled in a divine plot as promptly as we may. There are those who will turn their eye from me once a god of law and justice has placed his hand over my head.”
”How about you, my Tabaxan friend? Any gods or higher powers awaiting you on your path?”
Leo replies "Aye, I have no particular faith, not that I have anything against yer, or anyone else's faiths"
The smell of hot food catches your attention and you see Casrian nearly drop a meat pie as he makes his way over to Leo and Norr. He sets the pies on the table and begins to dig into one.
"Spoke with the tavern keeper last night. He knows nothing. As I see it, we had best inquire from a loremaster, archivist, or cleric whether this 'Circle' has any historical, arcane, or religious context. If not, then we ought to consider the 'Circle' may mean an organization as opposed to a place."
Casrian takes a bite of pie. "Anyone else have an idea how we ought to approach this?"
Leo replies "Aye, yer plan sounds good" as he starts to dig in to the pie!
The smell of hot food catches your attention and you see Casrian nearly drop a meat pie as he makes his way over to Leo and Norr. He sets the pies on the table and begins to dig into one.
"Spoke with the tavern keeper last night. He knows nothing. As I see it, we had best inquire from a loremaster, archivist, or cleric whether this 'Circle' has any historical, arcane, or religious context. If not, then we ought to consider the 'Circle' may mean an organization as opposed to a place."
Casrian takes a bite of pie. "Anyone else have an idea how we ought to approach this?"
Norr swipes up a pie from the table. Rather than take a bite out of it, he rolls it between each hand, considering the question.
“Bahamut’s strange Cleric had little useful to tell us beyond the call to action itself. I know nothing of lore mastery, or Ivistism - Arch or Low, or where to find them, or what favors or charms they might ask for in payment.”
“A city was mentioned also, one I do not know. Perhaps some of us should go to the largest market square. If some of us seek out knowledge of the Circle, perhaps the others can trick the secrets of Cora City from those who ply the caravans.”
"Hmm... I'm wondering if we just find some sort of temple or church of Bahamut. If ye recall what that cleric said, he said that Bahamut told him this stuff himself, so I we go somewhere where he's worshipped, we could directly ask ''em."
“Sorry for my late arrival, and if I said or did anything out of line last night. I am very glad to see you three, has anyone else checked in yet?” Dolmek has his gear with him and looks prepared to travel.
“Sorry for my late arrival, and if I said or did anything out of line last night. I am very glad to see you two, has anyone else checked in yet?” Dolmek has his gear with him and looks prepared to travel.
"Aye, 'ello Dolmek! What the bloody hell do ya mean 'checked in'? I have my own little shack outside of town"
“Sorry for my late arrival, and if I said or did anything out of line last night. I am very glad to see you two, has anyone else checked in yet?” Dolmek has his gear with him and looks prepared to travel.
"Aye, 'ello Dolmek! What the bloody hell do ya mean 'checked in'? I have my own little shack outside of town"
“I just meant for our possible expedition to Cora city to investigate into the matter of this Circle of Stone, on behalf of Bahamet’s Acolyte Alexander.” Silverstone is wearing his boots again trying to add an inch or two to his stature.
“Sorry for my late arrival, and if I said or did anything out of line last night. I am very glad to see you two, has anyone else checked in yet?” Dolmek has his gear with him and looks prepared to travel.
"Aye, 'ello Dolmek! What the bloody hell do ya mean 'checked in'? I have my own little shack outside of town"
“I just meant for our possible expedition to Cora city to investigate into the matter of this Circle of Stone, on behalf of Bahamet’s Acolyte Alexander.” Silverstone is wearing his boots again trying to add an inch or two to his stature.
"Aye, in that case, I am checked in to the bone (laughs in Scottish)"
“Bon matin, master dwarf,” says Norr. “Where’s that strange attendant who shepherded you hence, last night? Will he be joining our band today?”
“Chandle will arrive in Cora ahead of us to help make arrangements.“. Dolmek fidgets with his shirt lacing almost nervously. “I hope you will make this journey with me. Though we have only recently met I believe there is a strength in our group that is greater then the sum of its parts.”
“Bon matin, master dwarf,” says Norr. “Where’s that strange attendant who shepherded you hence, last night? Will he be joining our band today?”
“Chandle will arrive in Cora ahead of us to help make arrangements.“. Dolmek fidgets with his shirt lacing almost nervously. “I hope you will make this journey with me. Though we have only recently met I believe there is a strength in our group that is greater then the sum of its parts.”
"Aye, isn't that what we're already planning to do? if not, then count me in!"
“Bon matin, master dwarf,” says Norr. “Where’s that strange attendant who shepherded you hence, last night? Will he be joining our band today?”
“Chandle will arrive in Cora ahead of us to help make arrangements.“. Dolmek fidgets with his shirt lacing almost nervously. “I hope you will make this journey with me. Though we have only recently met I believe there is a strength in our group that is greater then the sum of its parts.”
Norr pauses his meat pie half way through its roll across the table, gripping it tightly in one hand. “Chandle? Your high-society servant’s name is Chandle, as in, sounds like Chandelier?”
“Titania’s toe,” he mutters, “That’s a fantastic name.”
More loudly, he says, “That’s an alright name. It’s OK.”
”I don’t suppose his going ahead means you know much of Cora city, and the path to it? I realise we celebrated your birthday yesterday, master Dolmek, but we never discussed your birth place? From where does such a fine and tall dwarf as yourself hail?”
Under his breath, Norr whispers, “Chandel.” Then he begins to roll his pie between both hands again.
“Chandle? Your high-society servant’s name is Chandle, as in, sounds like Chandelier?”
“Titania’s toe,” he mutters, “That’s a fantastic name.”
More loudly, he says, “That’s an alright name. It’s OK.”
”I don’t suppose his going ahead means you know much of Cora city, and the path to it? I realise we celebrated your birthday yesterday, master Dolmek, but we never discussed your birth place? From where does such a fine and tall dwarf as yourself hail?”
Under his breath, Norr whispers, “Chandel.” Then he begins to roll his pie between both hands again.
“My advisor, my herald and majordomo will relocate at a later date depending upon the success of our venture.” Dolmek beams with pride at the flattery. “Norr you are too kind and perhaps I’ll share my story with you at a different time, let’s just say, the universe has a way of balancing such things as we do not always see.”
Cora City was built soon after the founding of the Empire of Santok. It's very old. A few centuries ago, a volcano erupted and Cora City had to be rebuilt. It's somewhat close to a river, which is the city's water and food supply. Cora City is best known for it's ale, which is a very old variety. It's... interesting. Some like it, some don't.
Cora City was built soon after the founding of the Empire of Santok. It's very old. A few centuries ago, a volcano erupted and Cora City had to be rebuilt. It's somewhat close to a river, which is the city's water and food supply. Cora City is best known for it's ale, which is a very old variety. It's... interesting. Some like it, some don't.
"Aye, so we headed there? I see. Wait, weren't there 5 of us? I recall a gnome selling shitty booze to us saying that they wanted to join."
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When the first of the party to reach the Stone Giant tavern gets there, they see Norr outside. He leans against the timber of the door frame. Today he is dressed in leather armor. It's worn, wrinkled in the way that only leather used for years can be, and it is the color of wheat at dusk in the most part. There is an ornate -- if impractical looking -- shortbow slung over his left shoulder. As he sees a familiar face, his hand stops turning the large ring he wears on his left hand.
" 'lo," he says, "you look brighter than I expected, after last night."
Leo replies "Aye, Norr, How ya doing? Is anyone else here yet?"
“Well met, Leo. You’re the first. Shall we?” Norr gestures inside.
“If we’d been less in our cups, yesterday, it might’ve been sensible to tell each other where we were in residence. I am surprised that not one of us seems to be in paid residence at this inn.”
“I hope no one is having second thoughts about a vague, far-ranging divine mission.”
”For my part,” Norr flicks a finger against the lacquer of his colourful shortbow, “I am keen to get entangled in a divine plot as promptly as we may. There are those who will turn their eye from me once a god of law and justice has placed his hand over my head.”
”How about you, my Tabaxan friend? Any gods or higher powers awaiting you on your path?”
Sneak: 10 (lol)
The smell of hot food catches your attention and you see Casrian nearly drop a meat pie as he makes his way over to Leo and Norr. He sets the pies on the table and begins to dig into one.
"Spoke with the tavern keeper last night. He knows nothing. As I see it, we had best inquire from a loremaster, archivist, or cleric whether this 'Circle' has any historical, arcane, or religious context. If not, then we ought to consider the 'Circle' may mean an organization as opposed to a place."
Casrian takes a bite of pie. "Anyone else have an idea how we ought to approach this?"
Leo replies "Aye, I have no particular faith, not that I have anything against yer, or anyone else's faiths"
Leo replies "Aye, yer plan sounds good" as he starts to dig in to the pie!
Norr swipes up a pie from the table. Rather than take a bite out of it, he rolls it between each hand, considering the question.
“Bahamut’s strange Cleric had little useful to tell us beyond the call to action itself. I know nothing of lore mastery, or Ivistism - Arch or Low, or where to find them, or what favors or charms they might ask for in payment.”
“A city was mentioned also, one I do not know. Perhaps some of us should go to the largest market square. If some of us seek out knowledge of the Circle, perhaps the others can trick the secrets of Cora City from those who ply the caravans.”
"Hmm... I'm wondering if we just find some sort of temple or church of Bahamut. If ye recall what that cleric said, he said that Bahamut told him this stuff himself, so I we go somewhere where he's worshipped, we could directly ask ''em."
“Sorry for my late arrival, and if I said or did anything out of line last night. I am very glad to see you three, has anyone else checked in yet?” Dolmek has his gear with him and looks prepared to travel.
"Aye, 'ello Dolmek! What the bloody hell do ya mean 'checked in'? I have my own little shack outside of town"
“Bon matin, master dwarf,” says Norr. “Where’s that strange attendant who shepherded you hence, last night? Will he be joining our band today?”
“I just meant for our possible expedition to Cora city to investigate into the matter of this Circle of Stone, on behalf of Bahamet’s Acolyte Alexander.” Silverstone is wearing his boots again trying to add an inch or two to his stature.
"Aye, in that case, I am checked in to the bone (laughs in Scottish)"
“Chandle will arrive in Cora ahead of us to help make arrangements.“. Dolmek fidgets with his shirt lacing almost nervously. “I hope you will make this journey with me. Though we have only recently met I believe there is a strength in our group that is greater then the sum of its parts.”
"Aye, isn't that what we're already planning to do? if not, then count me in!"
Norr pauses his meat pie half way through its roll across the table, gripping it tightly in one hand. “Chandle? Your high-society servant’s name is Chandle, as in, sounds like Chandelier?”
“Titania’s toe,” he mutters, “That’s a fantastic name.”
More loudly, he says, “That’s an alright name. It’s OK.”
”I don’t suppose his going ahead means you know much of Cora city, and the path to it? I realise we celebrated your birthday yesterday, master Dolmek, but we never discussed your birth place? From where does such a fine and tall dwarf as yourself hail?”
Under his breath, Norr whispers, “Chandel.” Then he begins to roll his pie between both hands again.
“My advisor, my herald and majordomo will relocate at a later date depending upon the success of our venture.” Dolmek beams with pride at the flattery. “Norr you are too kind and perhaps I’ll share my story with you at a different time, let’s just say, the universe has a way of balancing such things as we do not always see.”
"Aye! a lot of big words for my tastes. So, what shall our plan of action be? Go to the city? Ask around? any clue?"
history 5
what Dolmek knows about Cora city he shares.
Cora City was built soon after the founding of the Empire of Santok. It's very old. A few centuries ago, a volcano erupted and Cora City had to be rebuilt. It's somewhat close to a river, which is the city's water and food supply. Cora City is best known for it's ale, which is a very old variety. It's... interesting. Some like it, some don't.
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
"Aye, so we headed there? I see. Wait, weren't there 5 of us? I recall a gnome selling shitty booze to us saying that they wanted to join."