You all sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards in the Yawning Portal Inn in Waterdeep. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.
You are aware of the reputation of this Inn, as standing over the infamous pit to the dungeon of Undermountain. However, currently it seems like a normal, if large and busy, bar.
This may be a good time for small talk among old friends or attempted introductions from new ones.
Amidst the usual din of ambient tavern noises, a fast-paced chattering can be traced to the bar. Its source: a young half-elf woman with freckles, auburn hair tied up in twin buns, and green eyes set behind round glasses. Three mugs sit in front of her, but she isn’t paying any attention to them. Instead, she’s going off on a tangent.
“… looking at the coloration, grain, and prominent textures and knotholes, you can immediately tell that this bar top was made from sylvan oak! It’s a very valuable material, I can’t imagine how much it cost. Wands carved from sylvan oak can run at prices of up to 10 gold pieces, and that’s before you even take into consideration what sort of core the wand is set with. Usually sylvan oak wands work best when paired with essences of fey creatures, like unicorn hair, dryad sprigs, or pixie blessings. If set with a material plane-native essence such as dragon scale or crystalized residuum, the wood doesn’t like it and it’s possible it could shatter upon casting a spell! Isn’t that remarka - oh,” She says as soon as she realizes that nobody is listening to her. The woman looks around timidly and takes the three tankards in her hands and heads to a nearby table.
“Eilla, Sinak, here are your shadowdark ales! Sorry that took so long… I got distracted talking about the bar top,” She chuckles nervously. It’s at that moment she notices Osborne. “Oh! I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m… well, call me Cat! Everyone else does. If you’re a friend of Eilla and Sinak’s, you’re a friend of mine!”
Amidst the usual din of ambient tavern noises, a fast-paced chattering can be traced to the bar. Its source: a young half-elf woman with freckles, auburn hair tied up in twin buns, and green eyes set behind round glasses. Three mugs sit in front of her, but she isn’t paying any attention to them. Instead, she’s going off on a tangent.
“… looking at the coloration, grain, and prominent textures and knotholes, you can immediately tell that this bar top was made from sylvan oak! It’s a very valuable material, I can’t imagine how much it cost. Wands carved from sylvan oak can run at prices of up to 10 gold pieces, and that’s before you even take into consideration what sort of core the wand is set with. Usually sylvan oak wands work best when paired with essences of fey creatures, like unicorn hair, dryad sprigs, or pixie blessings. If set with a material plane-native essence such as dragon scale or crystalized residuum, the wood doesn’t like it and it’s possible it could shatter upon casting a spell! Isn’t that remarka - oh,” She says as soon as she realizes that nobody is listening to her. The woman looks around timidly and takes the three tankards in her hands and heads to a nearby table.
“Eilla, Sinak, here are your ales! Sorry that took so long… I got distracted talking about the bar top,” She chuckles nervously. It’s at that moment she notices Osborne. “Oh! I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m… well, call me Cat! Everyone else does. If you’re a friend of Eilla and Sinak’s, you’re a friend of mine!”
"Well, nice to meet you too Cat. Osborne be the name. Now, I wouldn't call either of them 'friends' for I've only known them for a bit, but they were fun to play poker with, that's for sure!"
"Appreciate it, Cat; I need some liquid courage for what I'm here to do," Eilla, a wood elf woman well tanned by time in the sun says. She wears a mix of chain and leather armor, protective but not so heavy that one could not move fast and nimbly if need be. At her side through a loop on her belt is a steel rapier. Her shield, a simple wooden affair reinforced with metal at the rim and center, rests against her chair. "It's always hard being the bearer of this kind of news, especially to a father." She chugs a good amount of ale, before continuing. "I'm down for a game Osborne, but before that, I need to find a man who doesn't yet know he lost his only son."
She excuses herself from the table, and approaches the heavily overworked head waitress of the tavern, Bonnie. "Excuse me ma'am, I am looking for a human man named Meloon Wardragon. I bear news he will not want to hear, but must. Do you know where I may find him?"
Bonnie looks up from her work, puts on a haggard smile and says to Eilla 'Sorry deary but Wardragon hasn't been in for weeks. All the great and the good have been up in arms trying to sort out the mess on the streets. A shame as he is such a good tipper'
"I see. Thank you, ma'am. I will have to find him somewhere else," Eilla says. She returns to her seat. "Well, my lead that told me he would be here is a bust. I'll have to track him down elsewhere." Eilla finishes her ale. "Can one of you that's been in town longer than I have explain what the waitress means by the 'mess on the streets'?"
Sitting at the table, you see an elf with pale skin and dark hair drawn back at the back, shaved slightly on the sides. He’s wearing a green cape and a friendly smile, enjoying the company at the table. Sinak nods to Osborne, “Aye, I remember. Only too well. Not gonna bet like that again against you. Magical fingers you have, indeed.” He smiles and gives a nod to him.
Meanwhile, Sinak is listening to Cat’s verbose exposition about the qualities and features of sylvan oak as it applies to the production of wands. “Fascinating! I …. never knew! You are a fountain of knowledge my dear.” He takes his mug and takes a long draught. He gives her a wink after the long drink. “Thanks Cat, that wet my whistle. I love that flavor, just the right amount of hoppiness.” He turns, “Durnan, I like that one. Really tasty!” His eyes flutter around the room, noting who enters and exits, in between sips he is keeping his eye on the whole room.
Sinak looks up as the elven warrior speaks with the head waitress. He says to Osborne and Cat, “Wardragon? Wasn’t that the fellow who was talking about his son going aboard ship? I didn’t hear the whole story, but it sounded interesting. I wonder why she is looking for him? I’m sure she’ll tell us, she seems to be friendly enough… but I just met her, how long have you two known her?”
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Sitting at the table, you see an elf with pale skin and dark hair drawn back at the back, shaved slightly on the sides. He’s wearing a green cape and a friendly smile, enjoying the company at the table. Sinak nods to Osborne, “Aye, I remember. Only too well. Not gonna bet like that again against you. Magical fingers you have, indeed.” He smiles and gives a nod to him.
"I see. Thank you, ma'am. I will have to find him somewhere else," Eilla says. She returns to her seat. "Well, my lead that told me he would be here is a bust. I'll have to track him down elsewhere." Eilla finishes her ale. "Can one of you that's been in town longer than I have explain what the waitress means by the 'mess on the streets'?"
Slinking about a few tables, both cleaning up and giving the odd performance now and then, a young looking tiefling girl makes her rounds in the Yawning Portal. She eventually makes her way to where a peculiarly new-ish group of patrons sat, although she had seen a couple of them around before. But they seemed to be taking an interest in each other, and when she spotted Eilla as well her curiosity got the best of her and she found herself coming over to the table to see what was happening. She wore a somewhat shabby black cloak that covered most of her, although a modest tail cut through the backside and two rather small horns protruded from her forehead. Black and red eyes peered out warily from under the hood of the cloak and upon close inspection, it was clear she was unkempt but not -dirty-. She stood awkwardly near the table, trying to listen in but not bother the group at the same time.
Cat gets a little bashful at Sinak's compliment. "Well, shucks..."She chuckles, then watches as Eilla goes off. She sighs a bit. "She always takes on so much responsibility. I don't think I'd have the guts, honestly. To tell someone that... that their son died. But I guess that's why she's a soldier and I'm a carver!"
Cat lets out a little laugh, then trips over herself and bumps into the tiefling that happened to be nearby. "Oh, Garl! I'm so sorry! Gods, just a sip of shadowdark and suddenly the klutz in me wakes up. Though, if you weren't there, I'd probably be flat on my rump! ... Ah, I'm Cat! I'm meeting all sorts of new people today. A pleasure to meet you! Do you not have a place to sit?"
"She always takes on so much responsibility. I don't think I'd have the guts, honestly. To tell someone that... that their son died. But I guess that's why she's a soldier and I'm a carver!"
“Oi, that does sound rough. Well, everyone has their strengths. Like mine is luck. I’m sure yous got one too”
Though Eilla doesn't recognize her because of her hood and cloak, she can clearly see that the tiefling is showing an interest in socializing but feels awkward about approaching. She joins Cat in welcoming the tiefling to the table. "Have a seat," she says. "We're about to play a friendly game of cards; you can watch, or play if you wish. What's your name?"
Though Eilla doesn't recognize her because of her hood and cloak, she can clearly see that the tiefling is showing an interest in socializing but feels awkward about approaching. She joins Cat in welcoming the tiefling to the table. "Have a seat," she says. "We're about to play a friendly game of cards; you can watch, or play if you wish. What's your name?"
Osborne sees her as Eilla's greeting her.
"Oi, yeah, come take a seat! The names Osborne, Osborne Goodluck. What be your name, lass?"
Seeing Eilla return, Sinak makes space around the table. Once he sees the others note the young tiefling (he had observed her from across the room on many occasions), Sinak joins the others in welcoming her to the table, and trying to get her to open up. “My name is Sinak. Come, join us in a game! We are getting to know each other a little better. I’ve seen you around the Yawning Portal from time to time. Do you know any good card games?”
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“Heh, even if she don’t, I certainly know plenty of ‘em! What would ye like to play? -”
Osborne proceeds to list the names of a ton of different card games. He’ll go on as long as he can with this listing until someone interrupts him with an answer.
The tiefling girl's expression shifts to an anxious one as several people engage with her. "Oh! I...uh..um...I know...." she looks around at the group before quickly sitting down and pulling her cloak around tighter. "I...Ballen...umm...no go ahead, I'll watch." She continues look uncomfortable and anxious as the group engages in their activities. She does pull her hood aside for a moment at a few of you, like Eilla and Osborne, but otherwise keeps to herself mostly. She does watch with interest though, as well was half an eye on the rest of the room, making mental notes of the various persons in the circle.
Eilla smiles when she recognizes who the tiefling is. "You can relax, you're in good company." She takes out from her coin purse a gold coin (not a Waterdavian dragon; it looks like it was minted in Neverwinter) and tries flagging down Bonnie. "Excuse me ma'am, when you have a chance could you get something for my friend here", at this she nods toward Ballen, "to drink, and maybe a plate of fritters for the table? Much appreciated."
Bonnie is seems a bit distracted 'Oh yes, food definitely. Back in a mo'
Sinak with your passive perception you notice that Bonnie seems to be trying to signal to the barkeep Durnan. However Durnan is distracted talking to the elderly human bard who has been playing.
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Gan-Re: Aarakocra Barbarian - The Wild Beyond the Witchlight | DM - Keys of Empire
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You all sit around a sturdy wooden table lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates cleared of food and half-drained tankards in the Yawning Portal Inn in Waterdeep. The sounds of gamblers yelling and drunken adventurers singing bawdy songs nearly drown out the off-key strumming of a young bard three tables over.
You are aware of the reputation of this Inn, as standing over the infamous pit to the dungeon of Undermountain. However, currently it seems like a normal, if large and busy, bar.
This may be a good time for small talk among old friends or attempted introductions from new ones.
Gan-Re: Aarakocra Barbarian - The Wild Beyond the Witchlight | DM - Keys of Empire
Osborne is walking away from a table where he just won a pot. He looks around for a new table then see's the table where the players are at.
"Oi, is that you Eilla? How've you been? I didn't know I'd find you here at this time!"
He hits down with the others
"Oi, aren't you that Drow I won against a week ago?" (Sinak) "Nice to see you here too."
He then looks around at the rest of the party.
"Heh, looks like we've got a nice array of faces here! Who'd be willing to gamble a bit? I've got money to do so."
Amidst the usual din of ambient tavern noises, a fast-paced chattering can be traced to the bar. Its source: a young half-elf woman with freckles, auburn hair tied up in twin buns, and green eyes set behind round glasses. Three mugs sit in front of her, but she isn’t paying any attention to them. Instead, she’s going off on a tangent.
“… looking at the coloration, grain, and prominent textures and knotholes, you can immediately tell that this bar top was made from sylvan oak! It’s a very valuable material, I can’t imagine how much it cost. Wands carved from sylvan oak can run at prices of up to 10 gold pieces, and that’s before you even take into consideration what sort of core the wand is set with. Usually sylvan oak wands work best when paired with essences of fey creatures, like unicorn hair, dryad sprigs, or pixie blessings. If set with a material plane-native essence such as dragon scale or crystalized residuum, the wood doesn’t like it and it’s possible it could shatter upon casting a spell! Isn’t that remarka - oh,” She says as soon as she realizes that nobody is listening to her. The woman looks around timidly and takes the three tankards in her hands and heads to a nearby table.
“Eilla, Sinak, here are your shadowdark ales! Sorry that took so long… I got distracted talking about the bar top,” She chuckles nervously. It’s at that moment she notices Osborne. “Oh! I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m… well, call me Cat! Everyone else does. If you’re a friend of Eilla and Sinak’s, you’re a friend of mine!”
"Well, nice to meet you too Cat. Osborne be the name. Now, I wouldn't call either of them 'friends' for I've only known them for a bit, but they were fun to play poker with, that's for sure!"
Osborne proceeds to laugh playfully.
"Appreciate it, Cat; I need some liquid courage for what I'm here to do," Eilla, a wood elf woman well tanned by time in the sun says. She wears a mix of chain and leather armor, protective but not so heavy that one could not move fast and nimbly if need be. At her side through a loop on her belt is a steel rapier. Her shield, a simple wooden affair reinforced with metal at the rim and center, rests against her chair. "It's always hard being the bearer of this kind of news, especially to a father." She chugs a good amount of ale, before continuing. "I'm down for a game Osborne, but before that, I need to find a man who doesn't yet know he lost his only son."
She excuses herself from the table, and approaches the heavily overworked head waitress of the tavern, Bonnie. "Excuse me ma'am, I am looking for a human man named Meloon Wardragon. I bear news he will not want to hear, but must. Do you know where I may find him?"
Bonnie looks up from her work, puts on a haggard smile and says to Eilla 'Sorry deary but Wardragon hasn't been in for weeks. All the great and the good have been up in arms trying to sort out the mess on the streets. A shame as he is such a good tipper'
Gan-Re: Aarakocra Barbarian - The Wild Beyond the Witchlight | DM - Keys of Empire
"I see. Thank you, ma'am. I will have to find him somewhere else," Eilla says. She returns to her seat. "Well, my lead that told me he would be here is a bust. I'll have to track him down elsewhere." Eilla finishes her ale. "Can one of you that's been in town longer than I have explain what the waitress means by the 'mess on the streets'?"
Sitting at the table, you see an elf with pale skin and dark hair drawn back at the back, shaved slightly on the sides. He’s wearing a green cape and a friendly smile, enjoying the company at the table. Sinak nods to Osborne, “Aye, I remember. Only too well. Not gonna bet like that again against you. Magical fingers you have, indeed.” He smiles and gives a nod to him.
Meanwhile, Sinak is listening to Cat’s verbose exposition about the qualities and features of sylvan oak as it applies to the production of wands. “Fascinating! I …. never knew! You are a fountain of knowledge my dear.” He takes his mug and takes a long draught. He gives her a wink after the long drink. “Thanks Cat, that wet my whistle. I love that flavor, just the right amount of hoppiness.” He turns, “Durnan, I like that one. Really tasty!” His eyes flutter around the room, noting who enters and exits, in between sips he is keeping his eye on the whole room.
Sinak looks up as the elven warrior speaks with the head waitress. He says to Osborne and Cat, “Wardragon? Wasn’t that the fellow who was talking about his son going aboard ship? I didn’t hear the whole story, but it sounded interesting. I wonder why she is looking for him? I’m sure she’ll tell us, she seems to be friendly enough… but I just met her, how long have you two known her?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
"Hah! I've never heard it put that way before!"
"Alright, do what you must."
Osborne shrugs
Slinking about a few tables, both cleaning up and giving the odd performance now and then, a young looking tiefling girl makes her rounds in the Yawning Portal. She eventually makes her way to where a peculiarly new-ish group of patrons sat, although she had seen a couple of them around before. But they seemed to be taking an interest in each other, and when she spotted Eilla as well her curiosity got the best of her and she found herself coming over to the table to see what was happening. She wore a somewhat shabby black cloak that covered most of her, although a modest tail cut through the backside and two rather small horns protruded from her forehead. Black and red eyes peered out warily from under the hood of the cloak and upon close inspection, it was clear she was unkempt but not -dirty-. She stood awkwardly near the table, trying to listen in but not bother the group at the same time.
Cat gets a little bashful at Sinak's compliment. "Well, shucks..." She chuckles, then watches as Eilla goes off. She sighs a bit. "She always takes on so much responsibility. I don't think I'd have the guts, honestly. To tell someone that... that their son died. But I guess that's why she's a soldier and I'm a carver!"
Cat lets out a little laugh, then trips over herself and bumps into the tiefling that happened to be nearby. "Oh, Garl! I'm so sorry! Gods, just a sip of shadowdark and suddenly the klutz in me wakes up. Though, if you weren't there, I'd probably be flat on my rump! ... Ah, I'm Cat! I'm meeting all sorts of new people today. A pleasure to meet you! Do you not have a place to sit?"
“Oi, that does sound rough. Well, everyone has their strengths. Like mine is luck. I’m sure yous got one too”
Though Eilla doesn't recognize her because of her hood and cloak, she can clearly see that the tiefling is showing an interest in socializing but feels awkward about approaching. She joins Cat in welcoming the tiefling to the table. "Have a seat," she says. "We're about to play a friendly game of cards; you can watch, or play if you wish. What's your name?"
Osborne sees her as Eilla's greeting her.
"Oi, yeah, come take a seat! The names Osborne, Osborne Goodluck. What be your name, lass?"
(Actually, would Osborne Know the Tiefling?)
Seeing Eilla return, Sinak makes space around the table. Once he sees the others note the young tiefling (he had observed her from across the room on many occasions), Sinak joins the others in welcoming her to the table, and trying to get her to open up. “My name is Sinak. Come, join us in a game! We are getting to know each other a little better. I’ve seen you around the Yawning Portal from time to time. Do you know any good card games?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
“Heh, even if she don’t, I certainly know plenty of ‘em! What would ye like to play? -”
Osborne proceeds to list the names of a ton of different card games. He’ll go on as long as he can with this listing until someone interrupts him with an answer.
The tiefling girl's expression shifts to an anxious one as several people engage with her. "Oh! I...uh..um...I know...." she looks around at the group before quickly sitting down and pulling her cloak around tighter. "I...Ballen...umm...no go ahead, I'll watch." She continues look uncomfortable and anxious as the group engages in their activities. She does pull her hood aside for a moment at a few of you, like Eilla and Osborne, but otherwise keeps to herself mostly. She does watch with interest though, as well was half an eye on the rest of the room, making mental notes of the various persons in the circle.
Eilla smiles when she recognizes who the tiefling is. "You can relax, you're in good company." She takes out from her coin purse a gold coin (not a Waterdavian dragon; it looks like it was minted in Neverwinter) and tries flagging down Bonnie. "Excuse me ma'am, when you have a chance could you get something for my friend here", at this she nods toward Ballen, "to drink, and maybe a plate of fritters for the table? Much appreciated."
Bonnie is seems a bit distracted 'Oh yes, food definitely. Back in a mo'
Sinak with your passive perception you notice that Bonnie seems to be trying to signal to the barkeep Durnan. However Durnan is distracted talking to the elderly human bard who has been playing.
Gan-Re: Aarakocra Barbarian - The Wild Beyond the Witchlight | DM - Keys of Empire