All of you are independent adventurers working quite successfully out of Settlestone. What brought you here and what has got you in good standings with the barbarian chieftain Berkthgar should be included in your back story (keep within reason for a 1st lv. PC).
Please create a character using the link provided to you through discord and we can dive into this adventure!
Important thing to note while still in the character modification phase.
I will be treating arcana checks as they are described in the PHB: "recall lore about spells, magic items, eldritch symbols, magical traditions, the planes of existence, and the inhabitants of those planes." Arcana is also used to identify and recall information about creatures like abominations and dragons (undead fall under Religion, while beasts and fey are Nature)
With this being the case, if you want to determine if something is actually magical you will have to cast detect magic or another similar spell.
Isfri and I had spend a few months traveling up and down the trails outside Mithral Hall down from the mountainside. Not much to do except hunt, kill, and eat when you have to leave home. Isfri got wrongfully imprisoned for doing some shit I know she didn't do. Told Chieftan Molnaz I wanted her out, he was reluctant but slamming someone through a thick oaken table makes people change their minds. Said she could be free, but I'd have to leave too.
Didn't matter. I had business in Settlestone with Berkthgar anyways. I had a vision from one of my ancestors, not quite sure what it all means. But he's a barbaric man. Maybe he knows? I know the Uthgardt humans don't care too fondly for full blooded orcs. But that's why I let Isfri do most the talking. Sides Berkthgar owes me one for tackling a great wild boar off of him while hunting in The Lurkwood. Only reason I didn't put the sad ****er out of his misery is because I liked his sword.
We got in town last night. Been staying at the Inn.
"Barkeep, I am hungry. Do I have to kill the animals myself or will you bring me a meal?"
Trusting Gnoth turned out to be a pretty good plan. Out of all my brothers he was always the one to show me the most tolerance back at home. I think he likes me? Can't really tell yet, though I think he can see the value in my half blood, as he's let me do most of the talking since we've arrived here in town.
It's been a long journey so far, fighting beasts and hunting along the way. I don't think Gnoth is afraid of my magic, but I do notice that he never really looks in my direction while im casting it. We saved a man along the way, Berkthgar I think was his name, and Gnoth seemed to know of him. He hasn't told me much about that yet and i'm afraid to pry after all he went through to get me out of that god awful cage back home. Home? Thats funny, I guess that's what I'd call it, even if I was never truly welcome.
Adding to Gnoths request to the barkeep
"...and if you have any ale we would greatly appreciate it. Thank you."
Ever since the only thread connecting me to Neverwinter was cut, I have set out to leave my past behind me. You'll find me hopping from town to town looking for work and meeting new and interesting people. My travels have lead me to the village of Settlestone.
I was told by a wheat farmer a town back that I could find some work up here. Old geezer must've been out of his mind though, this village is soooo SMALL! That's okay though... I've managed to meet a dozens of the locals around here including the chieftain Berkthgar. He was super drunk at the Hengorot the other night and answered everything I asked him! I never would have guessed the old guy collected flower pedals... WEIRD. Anyways speaking of the Hengorot I'm heading there right now. I haven't eaten in so long I'm worried I'm going to starve to death.
"EXCUSE ME, hi mr/ms barkeep. I haven't eaten in AGES. Can you please help me? I need a grilled cheese sandwich pronto."
Guillo looks around at the locals taking note of any new faces that stand out.
Master Bonred took a big fookin' risk when he took me in and even a greater one by taking me as an apprentice. The deal was simple: he taught me to 'harness and control the balance of my strength and subtlety' and all that blibbity blabbity nonsense and I pledged myself to his crew. 1 year later I still don't know one goat******* thing about them. Not that I mind ya know, as long as they give me goblins heads to uhh.. liberate from their little shitty bodies and week long beauty sleeps I couldn't care less what the bastards up top jerk on about.
I've been sent by Master Bonred to Settlestone. I'm to assist a Chieftain by the name of Berkthgar(well that's a cold ass sounding name). Apparently he and the faction have been slowley building a reciprocal relationship(gayyyy) and my assistance is a token of their good will (and probably to show off their pet Bugbear).
No pitchfork wielding mobs yet from the Settlestone populace so I have that going for me I guess but I'll eat goblin ass before I consider letting my guard down in a place like this. Intuition was right as my balls froze the second I arrived but after taking a look at some of the people here I don't think I'll need'um!
UPDATE: I might be a sittle strunk I'v been here at the tavron since midday drinkng on faction silver and I got so lost in thought I nearly pissed myself!!!!!!⛲!;: beter go relieve myself before I make a scene. 🙃 Og funk wgeres my sblade.. doh! Found it on my backk
*Dune goes outside and wrangles his girthy "arcane focus" out just in time to unleash a flow of urine that would make Moses blush*
The Hengorot tavern is about as good as it gets in Settlestone. Which says a lot about this shithole of a town. Even though it serves as a major trading hub outside the Mithral Hall, the populace rarely reinvest the profits in the city. Unless by the city you mean ale and whores. Running this tavern is a surprisingly clean cut Dwarven man standing just over 5 feet tall. The His muscular chest barely visible over the cups and plates strewn across the bar.
"Sorry miss, I'll have some ale for you in just a moment. And tell you hunk of muscle we are out of meat for the night thanks to that oaf of a bugbear that's probably pissing on the stairs. I suggest you try our dandelion green salad, it's delectable."
Gnoth as you look around, you see that though there are a few younger eyes lingering on you, the majority of patrons don't seem to mind you. It's likely rare that a full blood orc stops through but this is a bit of a transit hub so it's not unheard of.
"And for you, Half-Elf, what type of cheese would you like on that? We have Blue Mountain or Pink Pasture."
It is 8 PM now and the tavern is starting to get a little more rowdy around you guys.
"Are you SERIOUS? You mean to tell me you have multiple kinds of cheese?? That's AWESOME. Do you think... Is it possible to mix the two? This might be the greatest thing to happen to me all week!"
Guillo digs around in each individual pocket. After a moment he proudly holds up 3 copper pieces, some flint, and a piece of thread which most certainly came off of his tattered jacket.
"Here's all I earned today! Tell me sir, will this be enough?"
I wonder who I should sit down with. There's so many interesting looking people in here!
Nura (the barkeep) nods in response to the first question. With a chuckle he says:
"Yes we can little one. I like to call it The Swirl because of the way the delicious cheeses dance together"
As you hands come out with much less coin than expected, Nura slightly deflates.
"Sorry buddy but it's only enough for half a sandwich. But if you wanna go handle that nasty bugbear pissing on my stairs, I'll give you another sandwich and a half.
Without a moments delay Guillo shoots up from his seat and with a sheepish grin points a thumb at his chest.
"Just you leave that old bugbear to me! Guillo is on the job!"
On his best day Guillo stands just over 5' tall, no less he strode over to the towering creature relieving himself on the stairs. Guillo loves interacting with drunkards, he really appreciates their blunt and honest attitude.
" HELLO, MR. BUGBEAR!"
Guillo peers around the large man and sees a stream of deep yellow liquid splashing on the wooden steps. He then pulls a large handkerchief from his pocket to cover his little outstretched hand.
"my name is Guillo! Do you like grilled cheese? They're SO tasty. I'll let you have a bit of mine if you can stop flowing onto those stairs."
Dune is now drying his boots on the stairs, which were victims of his torrential downpour moments earlier. He gets lost in his own thoughts for a second, remembering how easy life was when he was young. He could hunt, sleep to his hearts content. No contracts, no oaths, no stress. He pondered on if the tranquility his master promised to teach him was in fact left behind in that past, a curse by the god Gankhul himself, ensuring he never had a good sleep again for straying from his roots.
Dune snapped out of it as he felt a half digested hunk of meat make its daring escape up his esophagus and out his mouth.
"Well, if I wasn't sober before I am now" Dune chuckled to a passerby.
No response. In fact the passerby gave him a look of what he could only describe as half hearted pity and continued down the road. Anger began to rise up in Dune but he was able to reign it in before he did something stupid.
"Yeah **** you too lass" Dune muttered under his breath as consolation to his anger.
Gnoth scoffs so heavily at the response of the innkeeper that a small lump of snot makes its way dangling from his nostrils. Shaking his head in disgust at the barkeep.
"Then it's nothing for me then."
Ignoring the insult, Gnoth turns to Isfri and begins to vent.
"You hear that sis? No meat. What kind of sad place runs out of meat." Gnoth declares under his breath so the barkeep cant hear.
Gnoth glances around for the bugbear and spots the elven individual making conversation with the barkeep. He begins to ring the handle of his battleaxe like a wet cloth. Grinding his teeth and shuffling his weight on the table chair.
"Sister, give me one could reason why I shouldn't cut off that ones ears and consume them in Gruumsh's name."
He watches as the man orders his grilled cheese and then proceeds outside to the bugbear relieving himself on the inn steps. "Mother ****--" Gnoth pushes himself back away from the table, stands up gripping his weapon and begins to follow, dragging his battleaxe across the ground causing a shrill grinding sound. He steps outside the doorway and just as he hears the elf finishing his sentence he launches his axe up on to his shoulder and begins to bellow--
"ARE YOU A WORSHIPPER OF CORRELLON LARETHIAN ELF? SPEAK OR ILL RRRIP OUT YOUR EYES"
Also Dune roll a constitution saving throw to keep the meat chunk down. I’ll give you advantage for if on a fail you vividly describe the violence of your vomiting.
Nura, seeing the anger Gnoth charged out with, grabs a beautiful club out from under the bar and charges outside. Seeing that you have your axe to the next of the young boy, he said:
“Push any closer to the boy and I’ll break that shit shovel you call a jaw”
Gnoth you can give me a reaction if you’d like (verbal or physical)
Isfri you are still at the bar and Nura just made it out the door, you saw him take the club and noticed that there was a faint glow around it when he passed through the door. I’m guessing you’re following him?
All of you are independent adventurers working quite successfully out of Settlestone. What brought you here and what has got you in good standings with the barbarian chieftain Berkthgar should be included in your back story (keep within reason for a 1st lv. PC).
Please create a character using the link provided to you through discord and we can dive into this adventure!
Test post:
Hi my name is Keenan. I'm a boy working out of Beaverton who enjoys Zunes, Esperanto, and Myspace.
Test post:
Hi my name is Keenan. I'm a boy working out of Beaverton who enjoys Zunes, Esperanto, and Myspace.
Test post pls ignore
Guillo lvl 1 Sorcerer - Out of the Abyss
Important thing to note while still in the character modification phase.
I will be treating arcana checks as they are described in the PHB: "recall lore about spells, magic items, eldritch symbols, magical traditions, the planes of existence, and the inhabitants of those planes." Arcana is also used to identify and recall information about creatures like abominations and dragons (undead fall under Religion, while beasts and fey are Nature)
With this being the case, if you want to determine if something is actually magical you will have to cast detect magic or another similar spell.
What up its ya girl Isfri.
Isfri and I had spend a few months traveling up and down the trails outside Mithral Hall down from the mountainside. Not much to do except hunt, kill, and eat when you have to leave home. Isfri got wrongfully imprisoned for doing some shit I know she didn't do. Told Chieftan Molnaz I wanted her out, he was reluctant but slamming someone through a thick oaken table makes people change their minds. Said she could be free, but I'd have to leave too.
Didn't matter. I had business in Settlestone with Berkthgar anyways. I had a vision from one of my ancestors, not quite sure what it all means. But he's a barbaric man. Maybe he knows? I know the Uthgardt humans don't care too fondly for full blooded orcs. But that's why I let Isfri do most the talking. Sides Berkthgar owes me one for tackling a great wild boar off of him while hunting in The Lurkwood. Only reason I didn't put the sad ****er out of his misery is because I liked his sword.
We got in town last night. Been staying at the Inn.
"Barkeep, I am hungry. Do I have to kill the animals myself or will you bring me a meal?"
Gnoth Lvl 1 Barbarian Orc- Out of the Abyss - DM Jimmy
ooc: Gonna **** around with the dice roller for a minute
Gnoth looks around the Inn, taking note of all the people around. Looking for anyone who doesn't seem too keen on my presence
Perception 22
Gnoth Lvl 1 Barbarian Orc- Out of the Abyss - DM Jimmy
Trusting Gnoth turned out to be a pretty good plan. Out of all my brothers he was always the one to show me the most tolerance back at home. I think he likes me? Can't really tell yet, though I think he can see the value in my half blood, as he's let me do most of the talking since we've arrived here in town.
It's been a long journey so far, fighting beasts and hunting along the way. I don't think Gnoth is afraid of my magic, but I do notice that he never really looks in my direction while im casting it. We saved a man along the way, Berkthgar I think was his name, and Gnoth seemed to know of him. He hasn't told me much about that yet and i'm afraid to pry after all he went through to get me out of that god awful cage back home. Home? Thats funny, I guess that's what I'd call it, even if I was never truly welcome.
Adding to Gnoths request to the barkeep
"...and if you have any ale we would greatly appreciate it. Thank you."
Ever since the only thread connecting me to Neverwinter was cut, I have set out to leave my past behind me. You'll find me hopping from town to town looking for work and meeting new and interesting people. My travels have lead me to the village of Settlestone.
I was told by a wheat farmer a town back that I could find some work up here. Old geezer must've been out of his mind though, this village is soooo SMALL! That's okay though... I've managed to meet a dozens of the locals around here including the chieftain Berkthgar. He was super drunk at the Hengorot the other night and answered everything I asked him! I never would have guessed the old guy collected flower pedals... WEIRD. Anyways speaking of the Hengorot I'm heading there right now. I haven't eaten in so long I'm worried I'm going to starve to death.
"EXCUSE ME, hi mr/ms barkeep. I haven't eaten in AGES. Can you please help me? I need a grilled cheese sandwich pronto."
Guillo looks around at the locals taking note of any new faces that stand out.
Guillo lvl 1 Sorcerer - Out of the Abyss
Master Bonred took a big fookin' risk when he took me in and even a greater one by taking me as an apprentice. The deal was simple: he taught me to 'harness and control the balance of my strength and subtlety' and all that blibbity blabbity nonsense and I pledged myself to his crew. 1 year later I still don't know one goat******* thing about them. Not that I mind ya know, as long as they give me goblins heads to uhh.. liberate from their little shitty bodies and week long beauty sleeps I couldn't care less what the bastards up top jerk on about.
I've been sent by Master Bonred to Settlestone. I'm to assist a Chieftain by the name of Berkthgar(well that's a cold ass sounding name). Apparently he and the faction have been slowley building a reciprocal relationship(gayyyy) and my assistance is a token of their good will (and probably to show off their pet Bugbear).
No pitchfork wielding mobs yet from the Settlestone populace so I have that going for me I guess but I'll eat goblin ass before I consider letting my guard down in a place like this. Intuition was right as my balls froze the second I arrived but after taking a look at some of the people here I don't think I'll need'um!
UPDATE: I might be a sittle strunk I'v been here at the tavron since midday drinkng on faction silver and I got so lost in thought I nearly pissed myself!!!!!!⛲!;: beter go relieve myself before I make a scene. 🙃 Og funk wgeres my sblade.. doh! Found it on my backk
*Dune goes outside and wrangles his girthy "arcane focus" out just in time to unleash a flow of urine that would make Moses blush*
The Hengorot tavern is about as good as it gets in Settlestone. Which says a lot about this shithole of a town. Even though it serves as a major trading hub outside the Mithral Hall, the populace rarely reinvest the profits in the city. Unless by the city you mean ale and whores. Running this tavern is a surprisingly clean cut Dwarven man standing just over 5 feet tall. The His muscular chest barely visible over the cups and plates strewn across the bar.
"Sorry miss, I'll have some ale for you in just a moment. And tell you hunk of muscle we are out of meat for the night thanks to that oaf of a bugbear that's probably pissing on the stairs. I suggest you try our dandelion green salad, it's delectable."
Gnoth as you look around, you see that though there are a few younger eyes lingering on you, the majority of patrons don't seem to mind you. It's likely rare that a full blood orc stops through but this is a bit of a transit hub so it's not unheard of.
"And for you, Half-Elf, what type of cheese would you like on that? We have Blue Mountain or Pink Pasture."
It is 8 PM now and the tavern is starting to get a little more rowdy around you guys.
Guillo's eyes fill with excitement.
"Are you SERIOUS? You mean to tell me you have multiple kinds of cheese?? That's AWESOME. Do you think... Is it possible to mix the two? This might be the greatest thing to happen to me all week!"
Guillo digs around in each individual pocket. After a moment he proudly holds up 3 copper pieces, some flint, and a piece of thread which most certainly came off of his tattered jacket.
"Here's all I earned today! Tell me sir, will this be enough?"
I wonder who I should sit down with. There's so many interesting looking people in here!
Guillo lvl 1 Sorcerer - Out of the Abyss
Nura (the barkeep) nods in response to the first question. With a chuckle he says:
"Yes we can little one. I like to call it The Swirl because of the way the delicious cheeses dance together"
As you hands come out with much less coin than expected, Nura slightly deflates.
"Sorry buddy but it's only enough for half a sandwich. But if you wanna go handle that nasty bugbear pissing on my stairs, I'll give you another sandwich and a half.
Without a moments delay Guillo shoots up from his seat and with a sheepish grin points a thumb at his chest.
"Just you leave that old bugbear to me! Guillo is on the job!"
On his best day Guillo stands just over 5' tall, no less he strode over to the towering creature relieving himself on the stairs. Guillo loves interacting with drunkards, he really appreciates their blunt and honest attitude.
" HELLO, MR. BUGBEAR!"
Guillo peers around the large man and sees a stream of deep yellow liquid splashing on the wooden steps. He then pulls a large handkerchief from his pocket to cover his little outstretched hand.
"my name is Guillo! Do you like grilled cheese? They're SO tasty. I'll let you have a bit of mine if you can stop flowing onto those stairs."
Guillo lvl 1 Sorcerer - Out of the Abyss
Dune is now drying his boots on the stairs, which were victims of his torrential downpour moments earlier. He gets lost in his own thoughts for a second, remembering how easy life was when he was young. He could hunt, sleep to his hearts content. No contracts, no oaths, no stress. He pondered on if the tranquility his master promised to teach him was in fact left behind in that past, a curse by the god Gankhul himself, ensuring he never had a good sleep again for straying from his roots.
Dune snapped out of it as he felt a half digested hunk of meat make its daring escape up his esophagus and out his mouth.
"Well, if I wasn't sober before I am now" Dune chuckled to a passerby.
No response. In fact the passerby gave him a look of what he could only describe as half hearted pity and continued down the road. Anger began to rise up in Dune but he was able to reign it in before he did something stupid.
"Yeah **** you too lass" Dune muttered under his breath as consolation to his anger.
Gnoth scoffs so heavily at the response of the innkeeper that a small lump of snot makes its way dangling from his nostrils. Shaking his head in disgust at the barkeep.
"Then it's nothing for me then."
Ignoring the insult, Gnoth turns to Isfri and begins to vent.
"You hear that sis? No meat. What kind of sad place runs out of meat." Gnoth declares under his breath so the barkeep cant hear.
Gnoth glances around for the bugbear and spots the elven individual making conversation with the barkeep. He begins to ring the handle of his battleaxe like a wet cloth. Grinding his teeth and shuffling his weight on the table chair.
"Sister, give me one could reason why I shouldn't cut off that ones ears and consume them in Gruumsh's name."
He watches as the man orders his grilled cheese and then proceeds outside to the bugbear relieving himself on the inn steps. "Mother ****--" Gnoth pushes himself back away from the table, stands up gripping his weapon and begins to follow, dragging his battleaxe across the ground causing a shrill grinding sound. He steps outside the doorway and just as he hears the elf finishing his sentence he launches his axe up on to his shoulder and begins to bellow--
"ARE YOU A WORSHIPPER OF CORRELLON LARETHIAN ELF? SPEAK OR ILL RRRIP OUT YOUR EYES"
Gnoth Lvl 1 Barbarian Orc- Out of the Abyss - DM Jimmy
Guillo immediately jumps as he hears the Orcs intimidating voice boom behind him.
Guillo manages to nervously stammer, "Ack! W-wha... What?? Worship... CORRELLON LARETHIAN?? Me? N... N... N..."
Clearly Startled, Guillo's words trail off into mindless gibberish as he inches backwards into the bugbear reeking of piss and ale.
Guillo lvl 1 Sorcerer - Out of the Abyss
Guillo, give me an acrobatics check.
Also Dune roll a constitution saving throw to keep the meat chunk down. I’ll give you advantage for if on a fail you vividly describe the violence of your vomiting.
Nura, seeing the anger Gnoth charged out with, grabs a beautiful club out from under the bar and charges outside. Seeing that you have your axe to the next of the young boy, he said:
“Push any closer to the boy and I’ll break that shit shovel you call a jaw”
Gnoth you can give me a reaction if you’d like (verbal or physical)
Isfri you are still at the bar and Nura just made it out the door, you saw him take the club and noticed that there was a faint glow around it when he passed through the door. I’m guessing you’re following him?
Acrobatics: 13
Guillo lvl 1 Sorcerer - Out of the Abyss