Mender would scribble down some notes in draconic, looking between each of the party members when they speak. he would turn towards Mimzy, his eyes going wide. "You are incredible, You can sing, fly, AND you have magic as well?" The kobold would ask before taking a few quick notes. "Well, I guess it would be best if I told you all a little more about myself before I go prying into your lives..." Mender would pause and stop taking notes, his eyes falling from the fairy down towards the shell hanging around his neck. He would remove the ornate conch from his neck and sit it on the table. "Well... I am from a small island called the Emerald Crown. It was all I had ever known. I was born there, the same as my parents... and their parents... and their parents..." He would pause for a moment, turning the shell over in his hand a bit. "And for all of my life, the only inhabitants of that island other than sea birds and a few small animals... were either kobolds or Ragmar. Ragmar is... or.... was... our protector.He was an ancient Brass dragon that had protected the island and all the kobolds that lived their for as long as any living kobold could remember." Mender would pause for a moment... as he pulled his leather hat from his head and wiped quickly wiped away a few tears from his eyes. "Ragmar was more than just a protector... he.. was my friend. But a few weeks ago a powerful wizard and a an enormous blue dragon descended on the island in the night. The battle between Ragmar and the attackers could be heard throughout the island. Myself and a few of the others raced towards the brass dragons lair to help but before we could get there an ear shattering boom echoed through the still night air. When we arrived, The lair was destroyed and Ragmar was gone. The blue dragon declared himself as our master and the wizard as his enforcer. We were forced to recover the brass dragons treasures from his collapsed lair... and that is when I found this." Mender would hold the shell a little higher so everyone at the table could see. "A powerful Marid was imprisoned in this shell... it was Ragmar's most prized possessions. I free'd the Marid in exchange to help to free my family and the rest of the kobolds still enslaved on the Emerald Crown... And that is how I ended up here.. in this swamp." He would sit the shell down in the center of the table. "3 days ago he granted me some of his power and gave me this book, but he won't have the strength to free my people until after I help him to return to the elemental plane... and to do that I need to kill some kind of evil creature that has decided to live in his magical pool located somewhere out there in the swamp. I guess it acts as a portal that will allow him to go home."
By this time, Mender lets out a long sigh... 'Sorry... I know it's a lot... basically I just... need to find a magic pool in the swap and kill a bad creature living in it so that I can save my island from an evil dragon and wizard...." He then takes a long drink from his mug of rum and puts his leather hat back on his head.
Mugwort actually blushes at the teasing and poking from Mimzy. (She always knows how to keep him off balance.) Shifting about in his chair, he looks around the table.
"I have lived my entire life in the swamps and marshes. I admit, I have seen some odd things, but NEVER anything like what we just encountered! I hope we can work together to figure 'this' -- whatever 'this' was... is.. so we can keep everyone safe."
"Oh, I am named Mugwort. Swamp raised and swamp tested. Well... and Mimzy and her hag of a mother helped, " he looks pointedly at Mimzy as he crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue. "My 'talents' tend toward swamp flora and fauna -- stuff closely tied to Nature. That, out there, was un-natural if not UN Nature-able." He keeps glancing toward the front door and the windows and then turning to watch how Mender shreds and devours that plate of fish.
Mimzy gasps and covers her mouth in shock as Mender recounts his tale. "By the balls of Beelzebub! Your poor island and your poor friend Ragmar. How frightening it must have been to witness such destruction." She shakes her head sadly. "That evil wizard and dragon will pay for what they've done. Whatever assistance I can offer you to find this magical pool is yours. Your people deserve to be free and avenge dear Ragmar. Together we will make it happen!"
"Thank you Mimzy, I really appreciate it." Mender would reply with a sincere look of appreciation. When Mugwort mentions Mimzy's mom, a look of shock would spread across his face. "I cannot believe you two call her mom a hag. Surely she cannot be that bad... we have some older angry kobold mothers on our island... but once you get to know them they are actually pretty nice.."
When Fon continues his introduction and draws his pictures, Mender would lock eyes with the kenku and pay close attention. pulling out his paper he would attempt to copy the pictures and continue to take notes about Fons past.
"Fon, you are always welcome at this table. Or at least as long as we can afford to pay Dorn..." Mugwort looks at each of his new companions, "What about YOU, human person? "
As you are digging into a meal at Mender's expense, Dorn - the burly half-orc waiter - swoops in with a platter of meat and rye. "The boss saw what you did. This is on the house" he grunts, sliding the tray onto the table and departing with a nod.
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Mugwort smiles as he reaches to take a morsel, "It is good to be appreciated." Popping the bit into his mouth, he looks to his tablemates, "Eat when you can. In the swamp, you never know when your next meal may be."
Even as he eats and listens, Mugwort is wrapping morsels in a cloth he produced from his small bag and proceeds to neatly wrap it all into a snug bundle before putting the food filled cloth back into his bag.
"I met my first humans in the swamp. I did not know they were called 'humans' back then. There was a lot I did not know back then beside basic survival." Mugwort stared across the room like he was looking back across the years. "It was an extremely hot, humid day," he mused. "It was so humid that I had to keep wiping my brow to stop the sweat from stinging my eyes." He blinks as if those same drops of sweat were bothering his eyes now.
"The swamp was, and still is, a place not many critters dared to venture near, due to the abundance of unsavoury critters including snakes, mosquitos, spiders and worst of all, gators. The swamp was known to be infested with huge gators, who will snap at and eat-up anything that moved. They would lurk in the swamps dark waters and sneak up on critters when they were least expecting it. Due to this reason, many critters avoided the swamp."
Mugwort laughed. "And those were the NORMAL unsavory critters! There can be MUCH worse you can run into in the day and even worse than worse once the sun goes down. But, despite the risks, the huge draw of the swamp is fishing. The fish in the swamp, namely the huge, juicy white flesh fish were worth a small fortune at the local market. And the humans loved their fish (and their gold)."
"And that is where I came upon the humans. Deep into the swamp, looking for 'the best fishing spot' they ran into one of the 'normal' unsavory critters that lived there. One of the humans got his legs tore up something bad and his friend was just as bad from the bug bites and the heat. I spent a good few hours and all my swamp know how back then to get them up and headed back out of the swamp. That was a tough 'introduction'. Not that this one was easier. Meeting over a bunch of undead Hands..."
Mender would listen with great interest... his eyes focused on the goblin as his small hand kept reaching for food and instinctively moving it towards his mouth. he would stop chewing a bit and take some detailed notes about the many dangers of the swamp before quickly dropping his quill and handful of dried meat. "Wait... YOU like to fish TOO!" The kobold would exclaim excitedly. The kobold would practically climb on to the table as he leaned in closer to Mugwort. "I wondered the Marsh for three days before I found this place... I spent some time fishing for food each day but I never caught anything too exciting... You'll have to show me the best spots! Maybe some day when we get back to my island I can take you fishing in the ocean! There are HUGE fish there!" He would continue with sparkle in his eyes. He would then turn towards the fairy, eager to hear more.
"What about you Mimzy! I guess you.. don't like your mom much?" He would ask as he prepares to take notes.
Mimzy just sat back, ate and drank her fill without the worry of the expensive for once. Listening to Mugwort's chatter, enjoying seeing him more at ease for once. He was right about the swamp I is indeed a very dangerous place, especially without someone to watch your back.
The auburn-haired Fairy smirked at Mender's question took a big gulp of ale before answering, "I like my mother just fine, Hags are interesting to say the least, always a surprise, and moody as once might expect. Let's just say my relationship with my mother is... shall we say complicated and leave it at that," she said with a knowing giggle!
Mugwort pushes his mask further up on his forehead to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Yes, Mimzy. Tell us all about your Swamp Mother." His eyes sparkle as he smiles broadly at his fairy friend.
Mimzy shakes her head, "all I can say is that she makes an impressive Haggish stew, best not to be an ingredient. As I seem to remember she was wanting to add you to her stew the last time you started asking questions like that. My mother prefers her privacy and her secrets. As her daughter I can at least honor and respect that."
Mugwort looks over at Fon. "Interesting. But why come HERE?" He looks around the Inn but implies the wider swamp. "Why would any SANE person come here? I mean, Mender is 'on a mission'. Zee and I LIVE here."
"Fon is an outcast, like me..." interjects an unexpected, frail voice from the corner of the tavern. An elderly gnomish gentleman, presumably the owner of the Edge of the East, stands before you with his arms crossed. His frizzy grey hair hangs messily over his face, partially concealing the glimmer of two bright hazel eyes. He wears simple leather overalls and a food-stained cotton tunic, all held into place by a belt far too large for his little figure. "He has left behind a hard past. Where better to escape to than the very edge of civilization?"
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"We became acquainted earlier today" the gentleman says, with a nod to Fon. "I saw you all take on that grave wight - it was a noble deed. Perhaps in the prime of my life I would have come to assist you, but 'old bones rattle and old backs break' as my father used to say."
With a look of sudden melancholy, he wearily adds: "If you are looking to put those skills to good use, you have come to the right place. This land is infested with things too horrible to describe."
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Mender would scribble down some notes in draconic, looking between each of the party members when they speak. he would turn towards Mimzy, his eyes going wide. "You are incredible, You can sing, fly, AND you have magic as well?" The kobold would ask before taking a few quick notes. "Well, I guess it would be best if I told you all a little more about myself before I go prying into your lives..." Mender would pause and stop taking notes, his eyes falling from the fairy down towards the shell hanging around his neck. He would remove the ornate conch from his neck and sit it on the table. "Well... I am from a small island called the Emerald Crown. It was all I had ever known. I was born there, the same as my parents... and their parents... and their parents..." He would pause for a moment, turning the shell over in his hand a bit. "And for all of my life, the only inhabitants of that island other than sea birds and a few small animals... were either kobolds or Ragmar. Ragmar is... or.... was... our protector. He was an ancient Brass dragon that had protected the island and all the kobolds that lived their for as long as any living kobold could remember." Mender would pause for a moment... as he pulled his leather hat from his head and wiped quickly wiped away a few tears from his eyes. "Ragmar was more than just a protector... he.. was my friend. But a few weeks ago a powerful wizard and a an enormous blue dragon descended on the island in the night. The battle between Ragmar and the attackers could be heard throughout the island. Myself and a few of the others raced towards the brass dragons lair to help but before we could get there an ear shattering boom echoed through the still night air. When we arrived, The lair was destroyed and Ragmar was gone. The blue dragon declared himself as our master and the wizard as his enforcer. We were forced to recover the brass dragons treasures from his collapsed lair... and that is when I found this." Mender would hold the shell a little higher so everyone at the table could see. "A powerful Marid was imprisoned in this shell... it was Ragmar's most prized possessions. I free'd the Marid in exchange to help to free my family and the rest of the kobolds still enslaved on the Emerald Crown... And that is how I ended up here.. in this swamp." He would sit the shell down in the center of the table. "3 days ago he granted me some of his power and gave me this book, but he won't have the strength to free my people until after I help him to return to the elemental plane... and to do that I need to kill some kind of evil creature that has decided to live in his magical pool located somewhere out there in the swamp. I guess it acts as a portal that will allow him to go home."
By this time, Mender lets out a long sigh... 'Sorry... I know it's a lot... basically I just... need to find a magic pool in the swap and kill a bad creature living in it so that I can save my island from an evil dragon and wizard...." He then takes a long drink from his mug of rum and puts his leather hat back on his head.
Mugwort actually blushes at the teasing and poking from Mimzy. (She always knows how to keep him off balance.) Shifting about in his chair, he looks around the table.
"I have lived my entire life in the swamps and marshes. I admit, I have seen some odd things, but NEVER anything like what we just encountered! I hope we can work together to figure 'this' -- whatever 'this' was... is.. so we can keep everyone safe."
"Oh, I am named Mugwort. Swamp raised and swamp tested. Well... and Mimzy and her hag of a mother helped, " he looks pointedly at Mimzy as he crosses his eyes and sticks out his tongue. "My 'talents' tend toward swamp flora and fauna -- stuff closely tied to Nature. That, out there, was un-natural if not UN Nature-able." He keeps glancing toward the front door and the windows and then turning to watch how Mender shreds and devours that plate of fish.
Mimzy gasps and covers her mouth in shock as Mender recounts his tale. "By the balls of Beelzebub! Your poor island and your poor friend Ragmar. How frightening it must have been to witness such destruction." She shakes her head sadly. "That evil wizard and dragon will pay for what they've done. Whatever assistance I can offer you to find this magical pool is yours. Your people deserve to be free and avenge dear Ragmar. Together we will make it happen!"
Mugwort side speaks to Mimzy, " Zee, are you SURE your Hag mom will let you go that far away from home?"
"Thank you Mimzy, I really appreciate it." Mender would reply with a sincere look of appreciation. When Mugwort mentions Mimzy's mom, a look of shock would spread across his face. "I cannot believe you two call her mom a hag. Surely she cannot be that bad... we have some older angry kobold mothers on our island... but once you get to know them they are actually pretty nice.."
When Fon continues his introduction and draws his pictures, Mender would lock eyes with the kenku and pay close attention. pulling out his paper he would attempt to copy the pictures and continue to take notes about Fons past.
"Fon, you are always welcome at this table. Or at least as long as we can afford to pay Dorn..." Mugwort looks at each of his new companions, "What about YOU, human person? "
"Yeah! what about you?" Mender would ask, ready to take down some notes.
As you are digging into a meal at Mender's expense, Dorn - the burly half-orc waiter - swoops in with a platter of meat and rye. "The boss saw what you did. This is on the house" he grunts, sliding the tray onto the table and departing with a nod.
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Mugwort smiles as he reaches to take a morsel, "It is good to be appreciated." Popping the bit into his mouth, he looks to his tablemates, "Eat when you can. In the swamp, you never know when your next meal may be."
Even as he eats and listens, Mugwort is wrapping morsels in a cloth he produced from his small bag and proceeds to neatly wrap it all into a snug bundle before putting the food filled cloth back into his bag.
"I met my first humans in the swamp. I did not know they were called 'humans' back then. There was a lot I did not know back then beside basic survival." Mugwort stared across the room like he was looking back across the years. "It was an extremely hot, humid day," he mused. "It was so humid that I had to keep wiping my brow to stop the sweat from stinging my eyes." He blinks as if those same drops of sweat were bothering his eyes now.
"The swamp was, and still is, a place not many critters dared to venture near, due to the abundance of unsavoury critters including snakes, mosquitos, spiders and worst of all, gators. The swamp was known to be infested with huge gators, who will snap at and eat-up anything that moved. They would lurk in the swamps dark waters and sneak up on critters when they were least expecting it. Due to this reason, many critters avoided the swamp."
Mugwort laughed. "And those were the NORMAL unsavory critters! There can be MUCH worse you can run into in the day and even worse than worse once the sun goes down. But, despite the risks, the huge draw of the swamp is fishing. The fish in the swamp, namely the huge, juicy white flesh fish were worth a small fortune at the local market. And the humans loved their fish (and their gold)."
"And that is where I came upon the humans. Deep into the swamp, looking for 'the best fishing spot' they ran into one of the 'normal' unsavory critters that lived there. One of the humans got his legs tore up something bad and his friend was just as bad from the bug bites and the heat. I spent a good few hours and all my swamp know how back then to get them up and headed back out of the swamp. That was a tough 'introduction'. Not that this one was easier. Meeting over a bunch of undead Hands..."
Mender would listen with great interest... his eyes focused on the goblin as his small hand kept reaching for food and instinctively moving it towards his mouth. he would stop chewing a bit and take some detailed notes about the many dangers of the swamp before quickly dropping his quill and handful of dried meat. "Wait... YOU like to fish TOO!" The kobold would exclaim excitedly. The kobold would practically climb on to the table as he leaned in closer to Mugwort. "I wondered the Marsh for three days before I found this place... I spent some time fishing for food each day but I never caught anything too exciting... You'll have to show me the best spots! Maybe some day when we get back to my island I can take you fishing in the ocean! There are HUGE fish there!" He would continue with sparkle in his eyes. He would then turn towards the fairy, eager to hear more.
"What about you Mimzy! I guess you.. don't like your mom much?" He would ask as he prepares to take notes.
Mimzy just sat back, ate and drank her fill without the worry of the expensive for once. Listening to Mugwort's chatter, enjoying seeing him more at ease for once. He was right about the swamp I is indeed a very dangerous place, especially without someone to watch your back.
The auburn-haired Fairy smirked at Mender's question took a big gulp of ale before answering, "I like my mother just fine, Hags are interesting to say the least, always a surprise, and moody as once might expect. Let's just say my relationship with my mother is... shall we say complicated and leave it at that," she said with a knowing giggle!
Mugwort pushes his mask further up on his forehead to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Yes, Mimzy. Tell us all about your Swamp Mother." His eyes sparkle as he smiles broadly at his fairy friend.
Mimzy shakes her head, "all I can say is that she makes an impressive Haggish stew, best not to be an ingredient. As I seem to remember she was wanting to add you to her stew the last time you started asking questions like that. My mother prefers her privacy and her secrets. As her daughter I can at least honor and respect that."
Mugwort looks over at Fon. "Interesting. But why come HERE?" He looks around the Inn but implies the wider swamp. "Why would any SANE person come here? I mean, Mender is 'on a mission'. Zee and I LIVE here."
"Fon is an outcast, like me..." interjects an unexpected, frail voice from the corner of the tavern. An elderly gnomish gentleman, presumably the owner of the Edge of the East, stands before you with his arms crossed. His frizzy grey hair hangs messily over his face, partially concealing the glimmer of two bright hazel eyes. He wears simple leather overalls and a food-stained cotton tunic, all held into place by a belt far too large for his little figure. "He has left behind a hard past. Where better to escape to than the very edge of civilization?"
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"Oh! Do you two know eachother?" Mender would ask with interest as he looks back and forth between Fon and the gnome.
"We became acquainted earlier today" the gentleman says, with a nod to Fon. "I saw you all take on that grave wight - it was a noble deed. Perhaps in the prime of my life I would have come to assist you, but 'old bones rattle and old backs break' as my father used to say."
With a look of sudden melancholy, he wearily adds: "If you are looking to put those skills to good use, you have come to the right place. This land is infested with things too horrible to describe."
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