You wouldn't yet call yourselves a band of adventurers. Moreso, you are a band of friends who look out for jobs. But if all jobs were as easy as this last one, then an adventurer you are. You were merely walking down the street when a blue man, dressed in weird clothing, came up to you with a small, locked wooden chest and a pouch of gold. With a feeling of rush himself, he asked you to rush towards the train station and please deliver a package for him. In the bag, you found 400 gold, more than you ever imagined you'd make, but before you could thank the man for his generosity, he was gone. All that he left you with was a note. "Deliver this to a young boy, Heinrich, in New Haran, 12 stops away, midday train. Good luck.' You take in a deep breath to look over the gold you've just been given, then you look between yourselves. You feel joy and luck overtake you all. This might be one of the best days of your life, and it's just getting started
(I’ll give you all a chance to describe your characters to the rest here. They all know each other already, though.)
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The quiet and gruff dwarf walks alongside the others with heavy steps. Not really minding the 400gp or the task at hand just simply walking with them. Everyone knows of the dwarf's silent indifference but they also know he would not leave them at time of need. The dwarf just simply is there. simply.
His curly brown locks of hair mixes with his curly brown locks of beard along with his curly brown thick eyebrows and curly brown frown. These are all framed by curly red-brown fox fur all over the lining of his chainmail along the neck like a lion's mane. On his head, further accentuating the brown bush on his face is an iron horned helmet that seems to plague dwarven kind. It seems to be the cheap strong kind taken from a family member's breastplate, they come in twos but his spare is back at the mountain his clan calls home.
It is not his face or his chosen armor you have to look at to discern his rough nature though, oh no. It is the fierceness of his chosen weapon that should scare most away from him. A warhammer, while a typical dwarven weapon, is not something you see everyday. And those who sees one would realize how much it means business and on that, it does very well.
That is the picture this dwarf paints. It would have been the picture of a perfect warrior if not for his short legs pumping hard to catch up to human and elven strides. Hopefully they stop soon, he is wasted on cross-country as dwarves are natural sprinters.
Ember is a skinny quick moving reddish brown skinned kobold. She is shy, and weary of correcting her pronouns for the soft-skins who apparently can't see OBVIOUS horn differences. (Of course she gets everyone else's pronouns wrong even Dragonborn.) She is good in a scrap, and a penchant for petty larceny she is working on curbing. She hasn't taken from a party member in at least 2 weeks.
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Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards. DM - The Old Keep
Eris Nightwillow, A young half-elf man that just returned from his time (6 months) with his Druid mentor. He has lots of stories about what he saw. He is very empathic, especially with animals. He's 5'6" with brown hair and Blue eyes. He likes to show off his Mold Earth skill (cantrip) he learned. Making furniture out of the ground.
Sorry about that all. I posted at what I thought was our thread. But no one else posted till the DM said 'get off my lawn' (in so many words ;-)
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[Sorry for the delay. I think Chrome ate my previous attempt to post.]
Jedri is an unassuming gnome, that to look at you would take for some kind of accountant, or maybe an appraiser. That impression is cast into doubt only by the longbow slung over one shoulder, and the bright pink hair framing their brown face. Jedri uses they/them pronouns, but unlike Ember has not tired of correcting people (at length, if not stopped), delighting in causing confusion with their ambiguous presentation.
Jedri pushes their spectacles slightly higher on the bridge of their nose in surprise as the blue man shoves the pouch at the group. Taking one of the coins from the pouch, they peer at it intently, then draw a second, more complex set of spectacles, one with numerous movable lenses of varying magnification, from a pocket and places them over the first, clicking a careful selection of lenses into place to study the coin closely, as if to verify its genuineness. Satisfied, they let out a low whistle. "That is undoubtedly a prodigious accumulation of currency," they comment. That much would have kept my lab running for weeks between research grants, they do not say aloud,back before… well. Before.
[Can I make a roll to see if Jedri thinks this is too good to be true? Investigation maybe? 7]
Eris would kid you of course about being slow. Things like walking backwards in front saying come on, you can do it. And then, falling on his backside and laughing at himself.
Eris knows this is Eli's first job so he'll put aside most of the kidding. Being kind of short, not dwarf short but short for a human/elf, he looks up to Eli.
(No worries on how much or little you or your character say. The most part is to have fun and enjoy the adventure. Glad you and everyone is here :-))
[Sorry for the delay. I think Chrome ate my previous attempt to post.]
Jedri is an unassuming gnome, that to look at you would take for some kind of accountant, or maybe an appraiser. That impression is cast into doubt only by the longbow slung over one shoulder, and the bright pink hair framing their brown face. Jedri uses they/them pronouns, but unlike Ember has not tired of correcting people (at length, if not stopped), delighting in causing confusion with their ambiguous presentation.
Jedri pushes their spectacles slightly higher on the bridge of their nose in surprise as the blue man shoves the pouch at the group. Taking one of the coins from the pouch, they peer at it intently, then draw a second, more complex set of spectacles, one with numerous movable lenses of varying magnification, from a pocket and places them over the first, clicking a careful selection of lenses into place to study the coin closely, as if to verify its genuineness. Satisfied, they let out a low whistle. "That is undoubtedly a prodigious accumulation of currency," they comment. That much would have kept my lab running for weeks between research grants, they do not say aloud,back before… well. Before.
[Can I make a roll to see if Jedri thinks this is too good to be true? Investigation maybe? 20]
Without knowing what is in the box, you have no idea. You can try to pick the lock, though.
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If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Eris knows this is Eli's first job so he'll put aside most of the kidding. Being kind of short, not dwarf short but short for a human/elf, he looks up to Eli.
(No worries on how much or little you or your character say. The most part is to have fun and enjoy the adventure. Glad you and everyone is here :-))
Eli tries to make small talk. "So, how's your day going?"
Jared, in one compact motion signals to Eris to settle down as he saw Jedri investigate the coins. They seem to have taken out tools that could (and maybe would) determine what the coins are, which region it may have been from and maybe even who handled it last, atleast, that is what Jared thought as he looks at Jedri.
After giving them time to inspect the coin, Jared asked the million dollar question:
Jedri weighs the pouch experimentally in their hand. "I would estimate approximately three to four hundred gold pieces¹ better than it was going a moment ago," they answer both Eli's and Jared's questions at the same time.
[¹ If there's a specific name for the type of coin, like "crowns" or "Waterdhavian dragons" or whatever, Jedri would use that rather than just "gold pieces".]
Jedri weighs the pouch experimentally in their hand. "I would estimate approximately three to four hundred gold pieces¹ better than it was going a moment ago," they answer both Eli's and Jared's questions at the same time.
[¹ If there's a specific name for the type of coin, like "crowns" or "Waterdhavian dragons" or whatever, Jedri would use that rather than just "gold pieces".]
(Sure, we can call them crowns. This isn’t any specific setting so I didn’t think about that.)
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Jared grumbles as he thought of avenues why someone would offload a bag of gold crowns to deliver a package. He eyes the box thinking it would be magic, or contraband, or an egg from an exotic creature or maybe an alchemical concoction that may explode in a train full of people, allowing the maker to test the chemical weapon.
He then remembered the bag of gold and being PAID. He took off his helmet and gave his head a rough scratching.
Despite his reservations, he just said "Its a job, let's get it done then."
He then started jogging to keep up with the group.
The five of you simultaneously realize that the train you need to catch is supposed to arrive in just a few minutes and pick up the pace, till it resembles a mad dash more than a jog. In your haste you nearly run over an old granny who was trying to cross the road, who, amidst your hasty apologies as you keep running , takes off her sandal and throws it with surprising accuracy and clonks one of you in the back of the head.
You arrive in a rush towards the railway station, only to discover the platform empty, with no train to speak of. Instead, you watch around 20 or so people standing there in annoyance, awaiting their desired train with recognisable, angry faces. The train is late, as per the usual, a detail that escaped your mind due to the excitement of receiving that much gold. In any case, you realize that you might have to wait a while here.
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If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
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You wouldn't yet call yourselves a band of adventurers. Moreso, you are a band of friends who look out for jobs. But if all jobs were as easy as this last one, then an adventurer you are. You were merely walking down the street when a blue man, dressed in weird clothing, came up to you with a small, locked wooden chest and a pouch of gold. With a feeling of rush himself, he asked you to rush towards the train station and please deliver a package for him. In the bag, you found 400 gold, more than you ever imagined you'd make, but before you could thank the man for his generosity, he was gone. All that he left you with was a note. "Deliver this to a young boy, Heinrich, in New Haran, 12 stops away, midday train. Good luck.'
You take in a deep breath to look over the gold you've just been given, then you look between yourselves. You feel joy and luck overtake you all. This might be one of the best days of your life, and it's just getting started
(I’ll give you all a chance to describe your characters to the rest here. They all know each other already, though.)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
The quiet and gruff dwarf walks alongside the others with heavy steps. Not really minding the 400gp or the task at hand just simply walking with them. Everyone knows of the dwarf's silent indifference but they also know he would not leave them at time of need. The dwarf just simply is there. simply.
His curly brown locks of hair mixes with his curly brown locks of beard along with his curly brown thick eyebrows and curly brown frown. These are all framed by curly red-brown fox fur all over the lining of his chainmail along the neck like a lion's mane. On his head, further accentuating the brown bush on his face is an iron horned helmet that seems to plague dwarven kind. It seems to be the cheap strong kind taken from a family member's breastplate, they come in twos but his spare is back at the mountain his clan calls home.
It is not his face or his chosen armor you have to look at to discern his rough nature though, oh no. It is the fierceness of his chosen weapon that should scare most away from him. A warhammer, while a typical dwarven weapon, is not something you see everyday. And those who sees one would realize how much it means business and on that, it does very well.
That is the picture this dwarf paints. It would have been the picture of a perfect warrior if not for his short legs pumping hard to catch up to human and elven strides. Hopefully they stop soon, he is wasted on cross-country as dwarves are natural sprinters.
That, and that he is getting tired.
Ember is a skinny quick moving reddish brown skinned kobold. She is shy, and weary of correcting her pronouns for the soft-skins who apparently can't see OBVIOUS horn differences. (Of course she gets everyone else's pronouns wrong even Dragonborn.) She is good in a scrap, and a penchant for petty larceny she is working on curbing. She hasn't taken from a party member in at least 2 weeks.
Coriana - Company of the Grey Chain
Wagner - Dragon Heist: Bards.
DM - The Old Keep
Eli is a wood elf bard. This is his first job, so he's just following for the ride.
He has long brown hair that covers his blue eyes. Hes 6'2". Uses a bow
(I don't really know what else to do. Sorry, first time)
(You Can just describe what he looks like, his attire and weaponry. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to though. )
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Eris Nightwillow, A young half-elf man that just returned from his time (6 months) with his Druid mentor. He has lots of stories about what he saw. He is very empathic, especially with animals. He's 5'6" with brown hair and Blue eyes. He likes to show off his Mold Earth skill (cantrip) he learned. Making furniture out of the ground.
Sorry about that all. I posted at what I thought was our thread. But no one else posted till the DM said 'get off my lawn' (in so many words ;-)
D&D since 1984
[Sorry for the delay. I think Chrome ate my previous attempt to post.]
Jedri is an unassuming gnome, that to look at you would take for some kind of accountant, or maybe an appraiser. That impression is cast into doubt only by the longbow slung over one shoulder, and the bright pink hair framing their brown face. Jedri uses they/them pronouns, but unlike Ember has not tired of correcting people (at length, if not stopped), delighting in causing confusion with their ambiguous presentation.
Jedri pushes their spectacles slightly higher on the bridge of their nose in surprise as the blue man shoves the pouch at the group. Taking one of the coins from the pouch, they peer at it intently, then draw a second, more complex set of spectacles, one with numerous movable lenses of varying magnification, from a pocket and places them over the first, clicking a careful selection of lenses into place to study the coin closely, as if to verify its genuineness. Satisfied, they let out a low whistle. "That is undoubtedly a prodigious accumulation of currency," they comment. That much would have kept my lab running for weeks between research grants, they do not say aloud, back before… well. Before.
[Can I make a roll to see if Jedri thinks this is too good to be true? Investigation maybe? 7]
Eris would kid you of course about being slow. Things like walking backwards in front saying come on, you can do it. And then, falling on his backside and laughing at himself.
D&D since 1984
Eris would purposefully kid Ember and forget her pronouns. But has always stood up for and next to her if anyone gave her grief.
D&D since 1984
Eris knows this is Eli's first job so he'll put aside most of the kidding. Being kind of short, not dwarf short but short for a human/elf, he looks up to Eli.
(No worries on how much or little you or your character say. The most part is to have fun and enjoy the adventure. Glad you and everyone is here :-))
D&D since 1984
Without knowing what is in the box, you have no idea. You can try to pick the lock, though.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
(You guys can go ahead and Roleplay among yourselves for a minute. Eli is new to dnd but he’s roleplayed befor in other places)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Eli tries to make small talk. "So, how's your day going?"
Jared, in one compact motion signals to Eris to settle down as he saw Jedri investigate the coins. They seem to have taken out tools that could (and maybe would) determine what the coins are, which region it may have been from and maybe even who handled it last, atleast, that is what Jared thought as he looks at Jedri.
After giving them time to inspect the coin, Jared asked the million dollar question:
"Real?"
(It’s real)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Jedri weighs the pouch experimentally in their hand. "I would estimate approximately three to four hundred gold pieces¹ better than it was going a moment ago," they answer both Eli's and Jared's questions at the same time.
[¹ If there's a specific name for the type of coin, like "crowns" or "Waterdhavian dragons" or whatever, Jedri would use that rather than just "gold pieces".]
(Sure, we can call them crowns. This isn’t any specific setting so I didn’t think about that.)
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.
Eris, getting more serious, "That's a lot. We should get going to the train station."
D&D since 1984
Jared grumbles as he thought of avenues why someone would offload a bag of gold crowns to deliver a package. He eyes the box thinking it would be magic, or contraband, or an egg from an exotic creature or maybe an alchemical concoction that may explode in a train full of people, allowing the maker to test the chemical weapon.
He then remembered the bag of gold and being PAID. He took off his helmet and gave his head a rough scratching.
Despite his reservations, he just said "Its a job, let's get it done then."
He then started jogging to keep up with the group.
The five of you simultaneously realize that the train you need to catch is supposed to arrive in just a few minutes and pick up the pace, till it resembles a mad dash more than a jog. In your haste you nearly run over an old granny who was trying to cross the road, who, amidst your hasty apologies as you keep running , takes off her sandal and throws it with surprising accuracy and clonks one of you in the back of the head.
You arrive in a rush towards the railway station, only to discover the platform empty, with no train to speak of. Instead, you watch around 20 or so people standing there in annoyance, awaiting their desired train with recognisable, angry faces. The train is late, as per the usual, a detail that escaped your mind due to the excitement of receiving that much gold. In any case, you realize that you might have to wait a while here.
If I haven’t offended you, don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll get to you eventually.