Brim's brows furrow when he hears of the dragon destroying Beryl's tribe. "Im so sorry to hear that. That must have been so hard, I can't imagine what was lost. Whoever slew that dragon must be a hero worthy of praise."His eyes move up to the behemoth standing behind her. "I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it, we haven't either until just this week. What we are really after, to be frank, is not a mine, but a person very dear to our mentor. Vermillion is the last place he was known to be, however we can't seem to locate it on any maps. Its a town known for its Mithril so we presumed that a good place to start our search. Can you think of anything that might prove useful?"
Umkhonzi smiles at the mention of her brother, and relaxes, though a small part of him is disappointed that a fight now seems unlikely. He listens attentively to the conversation.
Wizbangs hat would twist back and forth as his head moved to focus on each person as they spoke. when The earth genesi chooses not to sit in the chair, The goblin then lays his paper out on the seat and prepares to take notes, leaning against the wood as his companions speak to the miners.
"It was an adventuring party's name Fortune's Misfits," Beryl replies happily. "Uh Morowyn just there, " she points to the older woman tending bar, "and her husband Horonomus were the sole surviving members," she adds looking at the older half-elven man behind the bar with her. "The dragon's head is around the corner, " she then explains gesturing off in a direction the party has yet to tread. "Snowbane was the dragon's name," she finishes.
"We can escort you through the mountains for coin of course," the Goliath interrupts Beryl getting back to business.
"Sorry for my brother, " Beryl interjects. "Jasper isn't one to listen to tales from anyone, " she adds looking back at the Goliath. "It's a tricky thing eh? To lose a town," she then muses.
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Wizbang would quickly scribble some notes regarding the dragon and the old adventuring party. "Thank you for the offer, how much coin would it cost to hire you to help us?" The small goblin would ask with a smile, looking up to the goliath.
Brim almost chokes on a cough he tries to suppress. He almost can't hold back the excitement of hearing this news. He addresses Beryl, letting Whizbang take the notes he needs from the giant-for-hire, "It is, quite tricky indeed. But you all seem to have bounced back and be doing well for yourselves. I, um, I'm sorry, did you say the dragon's head is in this bar? As in I can go look at it? and what of Horonomus and Morowyn, are they willing to speak about their fight with Shadowbane?" He asks, hiding a layer of excitement. He reaches for the first cup on the table and takes a drink from it.
Tine grinned, as the image of the dancer in slowly drifting snow comes to a stop as their song ends. Her eyes sparkling with mischief as she responded to the silver dragonborn's inquiry. "Ah, my dear, a keen observation! But you see, where else could a wandering bard and her friends find such a vibrant tapestry of stories and adventures as in this rough-and-tumble town? It's a challenge, a thrill, and the perfect backdrop for our tales to unfold."
She leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Besides, every rough place needs a sprinkle of musical magic, don't you think? We're here to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, one song at a time. And who knows, maybe we'll uncover a hidden gem of a story right here in the heart of all this rugged charm. Thank you for letting me play with you all."
Tine winked playfully, her lute resting comfortably against her, ready for the next verse of their improvised journey. The air buzzed with the lingering energy of their performance, and Tine couldn't help but revel in the prospect of the unknown stories yet to be discovered in this lively and seemingly rough-and-tumble town. As she begins to prepare to play another song for the tavern waiting to see if the dragonborn keeps the conversation going.
"True. Good luck in Nashkel. Keep your eyes open, " the silver dragonborn violinist replies slipping Tine 7 of gold.
Tine can see the party speaking to locals from her vantage point.
At the table....
"Yes," Beryl replies to Brim. "Horonomus mounted the head. They hold a memorial every year for survivors," she adds. "I am sure they would recount their party's adventures. They are the reason why Nashkel is safe," she adds.
"Snowbane," Jasper corrects Brim. "Coin can be discussed," he then adds looking down at Wizbang. "For me and Beryl to lead your party into the mountain...would be an investment, " he adds his expression less intense and more relaxed.
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"If we were to find Vermeillon and there proved to be treasure involved in our quest, we'd certainly share it with you," says Umkhonzi. "I don't know that we can give you much in the way of payment up front. We are mere travelers from a library, after all."
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"Yes, Vermillion was supposed to be well known for its thriving mithril mine before it disappeared! I'm sure you both have a pickaxe, and I have one as well. I am sure a few massive chuncks of Mithril would more than make it worth your while." Wizbang would reply with a smile. "You two may be able to lay claim to the mine even! it is supposedly abandoned! Think about it! your own sparkling mithril mine! The possibilities are endless!" The young goblin would exclaim, sending his hat falling to the ground.
"Beryl, " Jasper says looking at his adopted sibling.
"Yes, yes of course, " Beryl nods at her brother in agreement. Beryl then flashing a smile at Umkhonzi before looking at Wizbang. "Are you planning to leave tomorrow," she asks curiously.
Wizbang would look up to both the earth genasi and then the goliath. "So does that mean you are willing to help us?"The small goblin would ask, holding his silver quill up to his mouth.
Tine accepted the gold with a gracious nod, her fingers already itching to return to the strings of her lute. "Thank you, my friend. Adventure awaits, and with open eyes and hearts, we shall discover the tales that lie hidden beneath its surface."
As the silver dragonborn leaves, Tine found herself drawn back to the enchanting melody of her lute. Retreating to her vantage point, Tine felt the subtle melancholy in the air, prompting her to draw from the depths of her repertoire. Her fingers gently cradled the strings of her lute, and a wistful tune emerged, telling the tale of parted lovers, their hearts connected across the expanse of distance.
As the haunting melody unfolded, Tine's voice, tender and emotive, wove a narrative of love and longing, mirroring the sentiments of those who found themselves separated by fate. The tavern's ambient sounds faded into the background, allowing the poignant strains of the song to take center stage.
Her gaze turned to the party, observing their interactions with the locals through the lens of the bittersweet ballad. Each chord carried the weight of untold stories and the ache of hearts yearning to reunite. Tine's performance became a musical canvas, painting a vivid picture of the emotional landscapes traversed by those who have loved and lost.
As the final notes lingered, Tine's fingers ceased their dance, and she shared a knowing smile with the patrons, her violet eyes reflecting the universal theme of love's enduring journey. The tavern, for a moment, became a sanctuary where the shared pain and beauty of parted lovers resonated through the tender strains of her lute.
"Yes, of course, " Beryl replies. "I mean, right?" Beryl quickly asks her adopted sibling as the half gaint shrugs non-committal to any such agreement just yet.
"I think a stake in the discovery of this town and whatever goods are there is a end to the deal but we're risking a lot to come with you," Jasper says musing over the possibilities.
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Wizbang's eyes would light up when the two of them agree to help their cause. in an instant the small goblin would close his book and look towards Tine. Seeing that she finished her song, he would begin to make his way towards her, waving his arms excitedly! "Hey Tine! we have helpers!"
As the conversation continues on and Tine's new song flows through the tavern, Brim finds himself growing weary. Surrounded by new people and new faces, and the added effort of conversations he's not used to having all add up to a little bit of social overload. He feels himself needing to take a moment, drawn to the idea of examining the dragon's head trophy. "Snowbane, yes, its quite loud in here you'll have to forgive me. As for our departure, I don't believe we've discussed our next destination. We still need to determine where to head next, perhaps after some rest and planning, we could find you."
Brim takes a small step back. He reaches for a drink and as he brings it up to his mouth. He takes a look around for Horonomous, the dragon head, and the rest of the crowd inside.
Tine and Brim notice two separate things from their vantage points.
Brim notices someone in the crowd is pointing our very subtly to the party while speaking to Morowyn and Horonomus. The old adventures look upset by this in a flickering expression Brim happens to catch before both tavern owners compose their expressions back to business as usual! The person is the hooded figure that Brim noticed coming into town!
Tine notices that Beryl and Jasper's table of rowdy companions are discussing something together looking at the party. They have a range of expression from placid, curious, and covetous! Tine can not however other the noise and her playing what they talking about.
Umkhonzi can only see Beryl is admiring his armor and weapons compared to her fur lined tunic and breeches. She wears good boots but no visible weapons or armor. Jasper he can see has a hidden hand axe under his tunic similar in color and style to his siblings. There's also the warhammer on his back.
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Brim's brows furrow when he hears of the dragon destroying Beryl's tribe. "Im so sorry to hear that. That must have been so hard, I can't imagine what was lost. Whoever slew that dragon must be a hero worthy of praise." His eyes move up to the behemoth standing behind her. "I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it, we haven't either until just this week. What we are really after, to be frank, is not a mine, but a person very dear to our mentor. Vermillion is the last place he was known to be, however we can't seem to locate it on any maps. Its a town known for its Mithril so we presumed that a good place to start our search. Can you think of anything that might prove useful?"
Umkhonzi smiles at the mention of her brother, and relaxes, though a small part of him is disappointed that a fight now seems unlikely. He listens attentively to the conversation.
Wizbangs hat would twist back and forth as his head moved to focus on each person as they spoke. when The earth genesi chooses not to sit in the chair, The goblin then lays his paper out on the seat and prepares to take notes, leaning against the wood as his companions speak to the miners.
"It was an adventuring party's name Fortune's Misfits," Beryl replies happily. "Uh Morowyn just there, " she points to the older woman tending bar, "and her husband Horonomus were the sole surviving members," she adds looking at the older half-elven man behind the bar with her. "The dragon's head is around the corner, " she then explains gesturing off in a direction the party has yet to tread. "Snowbane was the dragon's name," she finishes.
"We can escort you through the mountains for coin of course," the Goliath interrupts Beryl getting back to business.
"Sorry for my brother, " Beryl interjects. "Jasper isn't one to listen to tales from anyone, " she adds looking back at the Goliath. "It's a tricky thing eh? To lose a town," she then muses.
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"It absolutely can be," Umkhonzi responds. "This is definitely not a normal quest. Thank you for your help."
Wizbang would quickly scribble some notes regarding the dragon and the old adventuring party. "Thank you for the offer, how much coin would it cost to hire you to help us?" The small goblin would ask with a smile, looking up to the goliath.
Brim almost chokes on a cough he tries to suppress. He almost can't hold back the excitement of hearing this news. He addresses Beryl, letting Whizbang take the notes he needs from the giant-for-hire, "It is, quite tricky indeed. But you all seem to have bounced back and be doing well for yourselves. I, um, I'm sorry, did you say the dragon's head is in this bar? As in I can go look at it? and what of Horonomus and Morowyn, are they willing to speak about their fight with Shadowbane?" He asks, hiding a layer of excitement. He reaches for the first cup on the table and takes a drink from it.
Tine grinned, as the image of the dancer in slowly drifting snow comes to a stop as their song ends. Her eyes sparkling with mischief as she responded to the silver dragonborn's inquiry. "Ah, my dear, a keen observation! But you see, where else could a wandering bard and her friends find such a vibrant tapestry of stories and adventures as in this rough-and-tumble town? It's a challenge, a thrill, and the perfect backdrop for our tales to unfold."
She leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Besides, every rough place needs a sprinkle of musical magic, don't you think? We're here to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary, one song at a time. And who knows, maybe we'll uncover a hidden gem of a story right here in the heart of all this rugged charm. Thank you for letting me play with you all."
Tine winked playfully, her lute resting comfortably against her, ready for the next verse of their improvised journey. The air buzzed with the lingering energy of their performance, and Tine couldn't help but revel in the prospect of the unknown stories yet to be discovered in this lively and seemingly rough-and-tumble town. As she begins to prepare to play another song for the tavern waiting to see if the dragonborn keeps the conversation going.
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"True. Good luck in Nashkel. Keep your eyes open, " the silver dragonborn violinist replies slipping Tine 7 of gold.
Tine can see the party speaking to locals from her vantage point.
At the table....
"Yes," Beryl replies to Brim. "Horonomus mounted the head. They hold a memorial every year for survivors," she adds. "I am sure they would recount their party's adventures. They are the reason why Nashkel is safe," she adds.
"Snowbane," Jasper corrects Brim. "Coin can be discussed," he then adds looking down at Wizbang. "For me and Beryl to lead your party into the mountain...would be an investment, " he adds his expression less intense and more relaxed.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"If we were to find Vermeillon and there proved to be treasure involved in our quest, we'd certainly share it with you," says Umkhonzi. "I don't know that we can give you much in the way of payment up front. We are mere travelers from a library, after all."
"Yes, Vermillion was supposed to be well known for its thriving mithril mine before it disappeared! I'm sure you both have a pickaxe, and I have one as well. I am sure a few massive chuncks of Mithril would more than make it worth your while." Wizbang would reply with a smile. "You two may be able to lay claim to the mine even! it is supposedly abandoned! Think about it! your own sparkling mithril mine! The possibilities are endless!" The young goblin would exclaim, sending his hat falling to the ground.
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"Beryl, " Jasper says looking at his adopted sibling.
"Yes, yes of course, " Beryl nods at her brother in agreement. Beryl then flashing a smile at Umkhonzi before looking at Wizbang. "Are you planning to leave tomorrow," she asks curiously.
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Wizbang would look up to both the earth genasi and then the goliath. "So does that mean you are willing to help us?" The small goblin would ask, holding his silver quill up to his mouth.
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"Yes, of course, " Beryl replies. "I mean, right?" Beryl quickly asks her adopted sibling as the half gaint shrugs non-committal to any such agreement just yet.
"I think a stake in the discovery of this town and whatever goods are there is a end to the deal but we're risking a lot to come with you," Jasper says musing over the possibilities.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Wizbang's eyes would light up when the two of them agree to help their cause. in an instant the small goblin would close his book and look towards Tine. Seeing that she finished her song, he would begin to make his way towards her, waving his arms excitedly! "Hey Tine! we have helpers!"
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As the conversation continues on and Tine's new song flows through the tavern, Brim finds himself growing weary. Surrounded by new people and new faces, and the added effort of conversations he's not used to having all add up to a little bit of social overload. He feels himself needing to take a moment, drawn to the idea of examining the dragon's head trophy. "Snowbane, yes, its quite loud in here you'll have to forgive me. As for our departure, I don't believe we've discussed our next destination. We still need to determine where to head next, perhaps after some rest and planning, we could find you."
Brim takes a small step back. He reaches for a drink and as he brings it up to his mouth. He takes a look around for Horonomous, the dragon head, and the rest of the crowd inside.
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Tine smiles as she plays just surveying the crowd.
Perception check: 14
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
"Indeed." Umkhonzi eyes them both, and the crowd. "Always good to have offers of help."
Perception check: 13
Tine and Brim notice two separate things from their vantage points.
Brim notices someone in the crowd is pointing our very subtly to the party while speaking to Morowyn and Horonomus. The old adventures look upset by this in a flickering expression Brim happens to catch before both tavern owners compose their expressions back to business as usual! The person is the hooded figure that Brim noticed coming into town!
Tine notices that Beryl and Jasper's table of rowdy companions are discussing something together looking at the party. They have a range of expression from placid, curious, and covetous! Tine can not however other the noise and her playing what they talking about.
Umkhonzi can only see Beryl is admiring his armor and weapons compared to her fur lined tunic and breeches. She wears good boots but no visible weapons or armor. Jasper he can see has a hidden hand axe under his tunic similar in color and style to his siblings. There's also the warhammer on his back.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.