Horonomus seemed interestingly nervous about the questions the party asked but Wizbang ypu noticed at the mention of Saxon and Vermeillon his words quickened and he definitely was hiding something. As for Mouse you're pretty sure he left a lot more out.
As the party turns in they find a large room with three sets of bunks making 6 beds and 1 larger bed tucked against a far wall. It's not a spacious room but it's very comfortable. The tavern has all but emptied out below should anyone linger downstairs and staff hurry about cleaning up another night of revelry.
OOC think euro hostel with our own party as your room share.
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When they get back to the room, Wizbang would toss his pack and lay his spellbook out on one of the bunks. "Hey.. so I don't know about you guys... But I think Horonomus seemed pretty nervous when we were asking him questions about Saxon and Vermeillon. I feel like he may have been lying to us. When he mentioned his Mouse friend... I don't think he was being honest about that either..." The goblin would say as his feet swung over the side of his bed. He kicked them back and forth as they dangled above the floor. "I could be wrong but I think they know more than they are telling us. I never saw the Mouse friend that you did Brim.... Did he seem nice? Did they seem like they were happy when the mouse was telling Horonomus about us?" The young wizard would ask before taking the hat from his head and placing it on his pillow. he would then run his fingers through his silver tufts of hair before laying down. His eyes would stare up at the bottom of the bed above him... listening to his companions replies and responses.
"When you combine the desires to be unseen, to know everything going on in town, and to learn as much as possible about new visitors, you get thieves, in my experience," says Umkhonzi. "Granted, they may also be dragon-slaying heroes, but what's easier, slaying a dragon or lying about doing so?"
He settles into his bed. "Tomorrow may be an interesting day."
Brim sits on the side of the bottom bed of one of the bunks. His scarf taken off next to him. He rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands and then rubs his temples with his fingers. "I couldn't get a good look at them, they were always in a hurry, running about. I didn't think anything of it when I spotted this- Mouse -at the gate, but thought it strange when I saw them at the bar. They were talking about us and then turned to try and hide the fact." He lets out a big sigh. "I did find it strange though, how quickly he glossed over not knowing anything. And then didn't really give any real hunting advice. I do admit I was quite excited at first, but was left more curious than anything by the end of our meeting. You think he was lying about ALL of it? Where would they get the dragon's head from?"
"I don't care if they are lying about the dragon... I mean if it helps them bring in customers than I guess I don't see any harm..." The goblin would reply as he laid in bed. "I am worried though that maybe they know more about our mystery town and missing person than they let on... Mayne they killed him... maybe they don't want us to find the town because they want the mithril mine for themselves..." Wizbang would add. The goblin placed his hat over his face as he laid on the bed. Closing his eyes he would ponder the events of the day. He was excited about tomorrow... but the combination of travel and alcohol had taken its toll on the goblin.
Tine's eyes gleamed with mischief as she listened to Wizbang's ideas making her way to the larger bed. Her smile widened, revealing a playful spirit that thrived on the magic of storytelling. She shifted on the larger bed, making herself comfortable, and propped her chin up with one hand, fully engaged in the creative exchange.
"Mmm, a mystery, you say?" Tine mused, her imagination dancing with the possibilities. Her companions gathered around, their interest piqued by the prospect of weaving a captivating narrative. Tine's gaze flitted between each face, soaking in the anticipation.
"Imagine this," she began, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, "a quiet little town with a sinister secret buried deep within its history. A man, once a humble resident, met a mysterious end that left the town forever changed. Did they kill him out of fear, or was there a darker motive lurking in the shadows?"
As Tine spoke, the room seemed to fill with an air of suspense. She continued, "Years pass, and the town lives on, seemingly undisturbed. Yet, the echoes of that fateful day linger, waiting to be unraveled. Until one day, the ghosts of the past come knocking, demanding the truth be unveiled."
Tine's eyes sparkled with the joy of storytelling as she wove the narrative seamlessly. "Perhaps our protagonist, a brave soul, stumbles upon an ancient diary or an enchanted artifact that holds the key to the mystery. The townsfolk, their secrets exposed, must confront the consequences of their actions."
Tine pauses for a moment and smiles as the story weaves further in her head "What if the man they thought they killed was on the brink of transforming into an evil lich? A desperate act to save the town from an unimaginable terror, only to realize the true cost of their decision. The once-simple tale now transforms into a complex web of morality, redemption, and the enduring power of choices. Our heroes, in their quest for truth, become catalysts for change in the very fabric of the town."
In her mind, the room fell into a thoughtful silence as the companions absorbed the narrative she had crafted. Tine's eyes sparkled once more, her infectious enthusiasm filling the air.
"Do you think a famous bard would want to turn into a lich? Maybe I guess... Do you think it is possible to be a GOOD Lich? I mean... Why do you have to be evil to want to live forever. Think of all the good you could do if you didn't have to worry about dying?" Wizbang would reply back from under his hat. "I mean I hope Saxon is alive... and hopefully he isn't a lich. I think we need to keep asking people about Saxon and Vermillion... although I suspect that our two new mountain guides may be helpful in finding Vermellion." He would add as he felt himself drift off to sleep... His mind filled with images after listening to Tine's tales.
Brim sinks down in his bed with his hands behind his head. He lays over the covers, his legs comfortably crossed over each other. His eyes grow heavier by the minute. His mind races with the thoughts of Lich's and Dragons. Of all the exciting possibilities.
Umkhonzi sleeps heavily. Wizbang is staring up into the slats of the bunk above him lost in his thoughts. The tavern bellow is quiet and nothing but the whistling of the wind and the first snow can be heard upstairs.
The following morning the party rises to find the tavern below more subdued than yesterday evening. There is no performance on the small stage and a half-orc man moves about the half dozen tables of guests of the tavern and other patrons eating their breakfast and preparing for the day ahead. A crisp layer of snow has fallen over Nashkel and possibly more beyond the Windy City. Further up the mountain thunder echoes aa darker clouds roll over the rough terrain.
Seated at a table large enough for the entire party to share is Jasper Marblehorn but Beryl is decidedly absent. Jasper looks comfortable for his size however sitting at the head of the table eating a large bowl of porridge and taking bites out of what looks like an entire loaf of bread! When he sees the party making their way down the inner stairs he nods but doesn't rise or stop eating. Beside him is a larhe pack of gear ywkce the size of Wizbang and beneath the table, nestled at his feet, is a large dire badger! At almost the size of George the animal is gnawing on a bone of some great beast and looks content to do so until roused by Jasper.
Morowyn and Horonomus are absent from the bar. In their places however stands a woman of middling age her long hair tied in two elaborate braids on either side of her oval face. She's a pretty woman and dressed well. She does smile at the party as they filter down into the tavern but let's the party settle before sending anyone to approach.
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Uh oh. When we rise and gather our gear, do we notice anything different, or missing?
Umkhonzi will approach and force his best smile. "Good morning. Will your sister be joining us for breakfast?" He'll sit near Jasper, and somewhat near the badger, so other party members don't have to.
"OH BOY! Here we go! Time to find some mithril" Wizbang would announce to the room as he wakes in the morning. He would collect his gear and quickly head downstairs. "Yeah, where is your sister?" The goblin would add as Umkhonzi addresses Jasper. "I don't know about you guys but I slept great last night! I am sure it is a good sign that out trip is going to be a success!"
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Horonomus seemed interestingly nervous about the questions the party asked but Wizbang ypu noticed at the mention of Saxon and Vermeillon his words quickened and he definitely was hiding something. As for Mouse you're pretty sure he left a lot more out.
As the party turns in they find a large room with three sets of bunks making 6 beds and 1 larger bed tucked against a far wall. It's not a spacious room but it's very comfortable. The tavern has all but emptied out below should anyone linger downstairs and staff hurry about cleaning up another night of revelry.
OOC think euro hostel with our own party as your room share.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
When they get back to the room, Wizbang would toss his pack and lay his spellbook out on one of the bunks. "Hey.. so I don't know about you guys... But I think Horonomus seemed pretty nervous when we were asking him questions about Saxon and Vermeillon. I feel like he may have been lying to us. When he mentioned his Mouse friend... I don't think he was being honest about that either..." The goblin would say as his feet swung over the side of his bed. He kicked them back and forth as they dangled above the floor. "I could be wrong but I think they know more than they are telling us. I never saw the Mouse friend that you did Brim.... Did he seem nice? Did they seem like they were happy when the mouse was telling Horonomus about us?" The young wizard would ask before taking the hat from his head and placing it on his pillow. he would then run his fingers through his silver tufts of hair before laying down. His eyes would stare up at the bottom of the bed above him... listening to his companions replies and responses.
"When you combine the desires to be unseen, to know everything going on in town, and to learn as much as possible about new visitors, you get thieves, in my experience," says Umkhonzi. "Granted, they may also be dragon-slaying heroes, but what's easier, slaying a dragon or lying about doing so?"
He settles into his bed. "Tomorrow may be an interesting day."
Brim sits on the side of the bottom bed of one of the bunks. His scarf taken off next to him. He rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands and then rubs his temples with his fingers. "I couldn't get a good look at them, they were always in a hurry, running about. I didn't think anything of it when I spotted this- Mouse -at the gate, but thought it strange when I saw them at the bar. They were talking about us and then turned to try and hide the fact." He lets out a big sigh. "I did find it strange though, how quickly he glossed over not knowing anything. And then didn't really give any real hunting advice. I do admit I was quite excited at first, but was left more curious than anything by the end of our meeting. You think he was lying about ALL of it? Where would they get the dragon's head from?"
"Somebody killed a dragon, clearly," Umkhonzi replies. "Just maybe not them." He shrugs. "Or maybe they did, but they're shifty nonetheless."
"I don't care if they are lying about the dragon... I mean if it helps them bring in customers than I guess I don't see any harm..." The goblin would reply as he laid in bed. "I am worried though that maybe they know more about our mystery town and missing person than they let on... Mayne they killed him... maybe they don't want us to find the town because they want the mithril mine for themselves..." Wizbang would add. The goblin placed his hat over his face as he laid on the bed. Closing his eyes he would ponder the events of the day. He was excited about tomorrow... but the combination of travel and alcohol had taken its toll on the goblin.
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
"Do you think a famous bard would want to turn into a lich? Maybe I guess... Do you think it is possible to be a GOOD Lich? I mean... Why do you have to be evil to want to live forever. Think of all the good you could do if you didn't have to worry about dying?" Wizbang would reply back from under his hat. "I mean I hope Saxon is alive... and hopefully he isn't a lich. I think we need to keep asking people about Saxon and Vermillion... although I suspect that our two new mountain guides may be helpful in finding Vermellion." He would add as he felt himself drift off to sleep... His mind filled with images after listening to Tine's tales.
As the party ponders their evening and they drifted into various stages of sleep...
I need Umkhonzi to roll perception check. Wiz roll with disadvantage. Brim and Tine please make a CON save.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Wizbang perception! 14
Umkhonzi's Perception Check: 9
Brim sinks down in his bed with his hands behind his head. He lays over the covers, his legs comfortably crossed over each other. His eyes grow heavier by the minute. His mind races with the thoughts of Lich's and Dragons. Of all the exciting possibilities.
Con Save: 19
Time con save: 20
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
Brim and Tine please roll perception checks.
Umkhonzi sleeps heavily. Wizbang is staring up into the slats of the bunk above him lost in his thoughts. The tavern bellow is quiet and nothing but the whistling of the wind and the first snow can be heard upstairs.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Perception check: 12
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
Tine sleeps on, a blissful slumber of a bard's evening well spent!
OOC Brim need your straight perception check!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
OOC Here you go!
Perception check: 16
Brim also sleeps soundly through the night.
The following morning the party rises to find the tavern below more subdued than yesterday evening. There is no performance on the small stage and a half-orc man moves about the half dozen tables of guests of the tavern and other patrons eating their breakfast and preparing for the day ahead. A crisp layer of snow has fallen over Nashkel and possibly more beyond the Windy City. Further up the mountain thunder echoes aa darker clouds roll over the rough terrain.
Seated at a table large enough for the entire party to share is Jasper Marblehorn but Beryl is decidedly absent. Jasper looks comfortable for his size however sitting at the head of the table eating a large bowl of porridge and taking bites out of what looks like an entire loaf of bread! When he sees the party making their way down the inner stairs he nods but doesn't rise or stop eating. Beside him is a larhe pack of gear ywkce the size of Wizbang and beneath the table, nestled at his feet, is a large dire badger! At almost the size of George the animal is gnawing on a bone of some great beast and looks content to do so until roused by Jasper.
Morowyn and Horonomus are absent from the bar. In their places however stands a woman of middling age her long hair tied in two elaborate braids on either side of her oval face. She's a pretty woman and dressed well. She does smile at the party as they filter down into the tavern but let's the party settle before sending anyone to approach.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Uh oh. When we rise and gather our gear, do we notice anything different, or missing?
Umkhonzi will approach and force his best smile. "Good morning. Will your sister be joining us for breakfast?" He'll sit near Jasper, and somewhat near the badger, so other party members don't have to.
"OH BOY! Here we go! Time to find some mithril" Wizbang would announce to the room as he wakes in the morning. He would collect his gear and quickly head downstairs. "Yeah, where is your sister?" The goblin would add as Umkhonzi addresses Jasper. "I don't know about you guys but I slept great last night! I am sure it is a good sign that out trip is going to be a success!"