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Tharin glanced at the horses towering over him as he walked through the archway. He was grateful for the pause in the rain, if only for a step or two. The longhouse at the end of the lane looked to be more hospitable than the rest of the dreary town. He looked around to see if there were any other buildings that might shelter them from this unrelenting rain.
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Kynortas walked under the horse arch and trudge forward. Marching in the rain was never fun. He looked around the sight of the village to see what he could see.
Ah Cloverdown! Fizzbang has always wanted to travel to Cloverdown! Though he’d always imagined arriving dry and not infinitely perplexed by a Sphinx’s riddle.
a new city meant new sights! New sounds! New food! And, truth be told, new schmucks to swindle. A good illusion could only be helped along by an audience that didn’t expect a thing...
The town seems fairly plain, but is well kept in terms of farmland, pastures, and what appears to be a sawmill or lumber processing building of sorts. Most of the townsfolk appear to have bedded for the night, but a few candles can be seen lit in some windows. The longhall is exceptionally larger than the rest of the buildings (save maybe the mill) and is lined with windows, doors, and beautifully carved wooden artistry in the walls. The door is open just a crack, no sound can be heard from inside, but torchlight can be seen flickering on the edge of the opened door. The clovers do stand out in the fields, marking a beautiful lavender hue against the green, even in the fading light and grey skies from the rain. Obviously a farming and equine town, most houses have a horse of some form carved into the wooden doors.
There does not appear to be any form of tavern, chapel, or inn that you can see. Only houses, the mill, stables, and the longhouse.
Though the light has faded and the rain further darkens the area, the fields appear lush and the horses plenty as you stroll down the main pathway. The longhall ahead of you to the north, a well worn path leading around both sides continues on into a full road behind it. The forest (presumably the Huntsman's Dream as mentioned previously) lies to your east, its huge trees swallowing what was left of the light. The west side is dominated by large, rolling hills, slightly further away than the forest is to your right. They appear to blend into one another and in the dim aura it's difficult to tell how high some are and how far away, but they look exceptionally large.
The most prominent feature is the green. Everything smells luscious and alive, the grass and clovers that provide a soft carpet for your worn soles a welcome change from the road behind you. The rain fades to a misty drizzle, but the clouds remain as the sun finally sets behind the forest.
"Anything is better than standing in the rain and doing nothing." Kynortas says out loud to the group. He moves forward and opens the door,l. He announces himself and the group, "Hail! Please pardon our intrusion. We are a group of traveler's who have just come from Ibben who seek shelter from the rain. Is anyone here who can tell us where we can find a bed and a hot meal for the evening?"
As the door opens with but a whisper of hinges, orange, flickering firelight floods out into the rainy night; yet no one seems to be in the Longhall. Tables fill the main room that you enter, torches lighting the dining area, and the places are all cleared and chairs are scattered about the room with benches pulled back away from the long, wooden dinner tables. The sound of percussion greets you, the rain increasing slightly once again and thudding the roof of the log structure.
At your announcement the 4 doors in the room, one to your left at the end of the hall (40'), one to your right at that end of the hall (40'), and two equidistant from the sidewalls in the back of the room (30' from the walls, facing you, so 20' between them) swing open and 4 humanoids step briskly into the room, closing their respective doors behind them. Each person is clad in half plate armor and wields a halberd, two-handed, in front of them. They have not taken stances, but eight eyes watch you unblinkingly through huge, crested helms. The helms are a deep lavender color with large, black plumes down the center, as a horse's mane. They are split in a 'T' shape so both eyes and parts of the nose are visible through the purple plate. The ringing of metal contrasts violently against the gentle thunk of the rain above you...
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"Again, I say hail guardsmen. We mean you no harm. We were simply looking for shelter from the road and rain. We were unsure of where to go or turn and this seemed a central place. The main door was open. I apologise if I caused offense or startled you."
Kynortas holds his arms wide and stows his spear to show he means no harm. His shield is still on his arm however and little do the guards know how its eye helps Kynortas see.
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Tharin immediately shrinks back into the shadows thrown by the fire and his larger companions, instinctively trying to get a better view of the situation. He eyes each of the humanoids and tries to discern where the metal ringing is coming from.
You see that the room looks as though it were emptied a little while ago, possibly after a large meal. The guards are the only people in the room, and they are intent on you. Nothing seems different behind the open door to your back, and the room is plenty large enough to hold about 100 people. There's a large, empty fireplace directly across from you, in the center of the two back doors. There are no windows on that side, so it's likely there are back rooms behind those doors/fireplace. The side doors, however, are very near windows so may be side exits of some sort.
Tharin:
The metallic clang/ringing came from their plate armor shuffling as they bustled into the room. They seem tense, but not quite threatening. As far as you know they haven't noticed you slinking back.
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Fizzbang unceremoniously slams open the door, eager to escape the rain outside.
Armed guards, of course, of flipping course it had to be armed guards! Couldn’t there ever be an imposing hall brimming with fair maidens? Or at the very least nothing st all? No weapons, no armor, no silent and imposing figures capable of running him through at a moments notice?
Before things escalate further you hear a deep, booming laughter from one of the doors on the back wall. A joyous laugh, a sincere laugh. A very large, very muscled man walks through the back door on the right, patting the shoulder of the guard standing in front of it. "Please, please, at ease, men. They meant no harm, I’m sure. Look at them! They’ve obviously traveled some way to get here, and who am I to deny guests into my hall?”
Grabbing a chair and spinning it around so his chest rests on the back of it and his arms on the top, the man regards you all with a wide smile. His bright blue eyes shine through a mass of long, dark hair. His teeth showing behind the same colored beard. He looks middle aged but in exceptionally good health and form. His incredible forearms are tanned from years of sunlight and his plain, white shirt fits tightly against his frame.
"Have a seat, friends!" The man gestures to the table and benches in front of him. "I am Reznik Armitage, at your service," he smiles and bows his head, though never looks away. "Please, you mentioned a meal and bed, might I offer you some vegetable stew? Beds, I'm afraid, are few and far between that are not already occupied here!" He guffaws at his own words. "What business do you seek? Or are you just passing through, hm?" He smiles again and waves at the guards, who take relaxed stances and remove their helms, holding them one handed at their waists.
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Aracynth had been following along rather distractedly as his compatriots wandered into Cloverdown in the soft rain. A slight breeze rolled in from the fields to the west, bearing with it the scents of petrichor and loamy earth, and it brought his attention back to the present. He looked up, squinting into the glare from the longhall door as his friends entered a few steps ahead of him. He took a moment to look around the dark and gloomy streets, hoping to find the town chapel or temple, else trying to see any other signs of inhabitants in any of the buildings nearest.
The longhall door closed with a thud after Fizzbang had entered, but Aracynth could still hear Kynortas' muffled voice behind the heavy wood. There was a slight edge to his usually steady baritone, and Aracynth could only wonder what inside the longhall might concern the human so. It was soon followed however, by a deep bass of immense timbre resonating through the very wood. "...I am Reznik Armitage..." His concern for his friends allayed a moment, Aracynth lifted his hood, exposing his face skyward to enjoy what slight relaxation and peace the rain had to offer, before he would find himself sequestered indoors once more. His slight reprieve was soon over, though he wished it might have lasted. Still, it would not do to linger long away from the others, and Aracynth entered the longhall, as he shielded his eyes from the sudden brightness and the room came into focus.
You don't see any building markings and most look like simple houses.
Inside the longhall you see the 4 guards at ease against the other doors, and a large man sitting gleefully on a backwards chair looking at you all. There does not appear to be a head table or any chair that's fancier than the next, but the workmanship is fine and the chairs and tables are all smooth. It smells of food still, and the torchlight is a warm welcome from the drizzle.
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Aracynth gained his bearings quickly and bowed, "Pardon our intrusion, M'Lord, and our gruff appearance. We are weary from the road, and the storm caught us unawares." The Dragonborn eased into one of the sturdy chairs. "Food would be welcome. Thank you for the hospitality."
As Aracynth sat, he focused and opened himself to percieve what he might with his Divine Sense.
"We do have some business with you, but it is varied and nothing pressing, and can no doubt wait til the morrow. Personally, I've heard tell that you are renowned as great and mighty Paladin, and would like some of your time to learn what I can from you. Nothing terribly studious, mind you, but surely you could relate some of your vast wisdom and experience over a light conversation. On a related note, the deepening night outside has rather obscured my eyes this evening, and I didn't manage to locate Cloverdown's House of Worship on our way into town.
But I digress, and such matters can surely wait. In the moment, I ask what options are available for lodging, for travelers such as ourselves?"
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Tharin emerges towards the table and looks suspiciously toward the offered stew.
Investigation 14
"A dry place to spend the night would be sufficient, I would think. We are hunting a quarry that's been seen in this area. An unusual specimen that's very good at going unnoticed. Have you heard of such a creature?"
The aura in the room does not appear holy or desecrated, you detect no fiends, celestials, or fey beings. You get a general sense of "good" from Reznik and Fizzbang. Nothing from Kynortas or Tharin.
Tharin:
The soup is perfectly normal and fine, Reznik notices you emerge, but doesn't seem surprised. Just continues to be amiable and generous to you.
"Ah, yes, you have mentioned needing lodging several times. This stew should refresh you all and the best I can do for lodging are a few cots or mats here in my longhall. We do not have an inn or, as you mentioned, a chapel. We are simple folk and tend to ourselves and pray where and when we need to. I, personally, find peace in the woods or the pastures. Haven't needed a dedicated building in quite some time," he looks up as he says this and smiles lightly.
"As for quarry, master elf, I would try the Huntsman's Dream. That's the forest you see to the east. Plenty of game, plenty of your kin as well. As far as odd, elusive creatures? We get the occasional displacer or owlbear, but there are really only one or two and don't venture far from the depths of the forest," he contorts his face and squints a bit, recalling. "Could you be more specific?"
"Now, master dragon, I was a paladin, yes. I was in direct service to our King Esvarr many a season. I am still under his unification, just not part of his army anymore. We have an understanding," he nods slightly and looks you directly in the eyes. "I'm not sure about 'great' or 'mighty' or tutelage, but I would not pass up a chat with a righteous avenger!" He smiles broadly once again.
"And you, my bold friend," Reznik regards Kynortas. "You didn't startle the guards, really. They just take their duty much more seriously than I do!" he laughs again. "Being a Duke, they think I need someone to take hits for me. I, on the other hand, am not afraid of work, play, or anything in between and sometimes wish they'd calm down!" He flexes his massive arms and emphasizes the last two words by turning to the guards.
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Aracynth listened intently as he ate, considering the Duke's words and demeanor. "Surely, you are too humble, My Lord. His Grace must hold you in especially high esteem to grant you a Duchy so near the Kingdom's borders. It must be a great honor, and a considerable responsibility. How fares this region these days? Is there any trouble we should know of before pursuing our quarry?" Aracynth studied the Duke for his response, looking for anything unusual, though he expected little deception from their robust host.
Tharin glanced at the horses towering over him as he walked through the archway. He was grateful for the pause in the rain, if only for a step or two. The longhouse at the end of the lane looked to be more hospitable than the rest of the dreary town. He looked around to see if there were any other buildings that might shelter them from this unrelenting rain.
Perception 16
Kynortas walked under the horse arch and trudge forward. Marching in the rain was never fun. He looked around the sight of the village to see what he could see.
Perception: 11
Ah Cloverdown! Fizzbang has always wanted to travel to Cloverdown! Though he’d always imagined arriving dry and not infinitely perplexed by a Sphinx’s riddle.
a new city meant new sights! New sounds! New food! And, truth be told, new schmucks to swindle. A good illusion could only be helped along by an audience that didn’t expect a thing...
Kynortas and Tharin:
The town seems fairly plain, but is well kept in terms of farmland, pastures, and what appears to be a sawmill or lumber processing building of sorts. Most of the townsfolk appear to have bedded for the night, but a few candles can be seen lit in some windows. The longhall is exceptionally larger than the rest of the buildings (save maybe the mill) and is lined with windows, doors, and beautifully carved wooden artistry in the walls. The door is open just a crack, no sound can be heard from inside, but torchlight can be seen flickering on the edge of the opened door. The clovers do stand out in the fields, marking a beautiful lavender hue against the green, even in the fading light and grey skies from the rain. Obviously a farming and equine town, most houses have a horse of some form carved into the wooden doors.
There does not appear to be any form of tavern, chapel, or inn that you can see. Only houses, the mill, stables, and the longhouse.
Though the light has faded and the rain further darkens the area, the fields appear lush and the horses plenty as you stroll down the main pathway. The longhall ahead of you to the north, a well worn path leading around both sides continues on into a full road behind it. The forest (presumably the Huntsman's Dream as mentioned previously) lies to your east, its huge trees swallowing what was left of the light. The west side is dominated by large, rolling hills, slightly further away than the forest is to your right. They appear to blend into one another and in the dim aura it's difficult to tell how high some are and how far away, but they look exceptionally large.
The most prominent feature is the green. Everything smells luscious and alive, the grass and clovers that provide a soft carpet for your worn soles a welcome change from the road behind you. The rain fades to a misty drizzle, but the clouds remain as the sun finally sets behind the forest.
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Roondar Stumbleduck Ningel - Gnome Bard lv 1 "Scourge of the North"
Tharin mutters to Fizzbang "Have you been here before? This seems very different from Ibben."
He gestures at the longhouse.
"Door's open. Shall we go in? There doesn't seem to be much else save for wet horses and wood."
"Anything is better than standing in the rain and doing nothing." Kynortas says out loud to the group. He moves forward and opens the door,l. He announces himself and the group, "Hail! Please pardon our intrusion. We are a group of traveler's who have just come from Ibben who seek shelter from the rain. Is anyone here who can tell us where we can find a bed and a hot meal for the evening?"
As the door opens with but a whisper of hinges, orange, flickering firelight floods out into the rainy night; yet no one seems to be in the Longhall. Tables fill the main room that you enter, torches lighting the dining area, and the places are all cleared and chairs are scattered about the room with benches pulled back away from the long, wooden dinner tables. The sound of percussion greets you, the rain increasing slightly once again and thudding the roof of the log structure.
At your announcement the 4 doors in the room, one to your left at the end of the hall (40'), one to your right at that end of the hall (40'), and two equidistant from the sidewalls in the back of the room (30' from the walls, facing you, so 20' between them) swing open and 4 humanoids step briskly into the room, closing their respective doors behind them. Each person is clad in half plate armor and wields a halberd, two-handed, in front of them. They have not taken stances, but eight eyes watch you unblinkingly through huge, crested helms. The helms are a deep lavender color with large, black plumes down the center, as a horse's mane. They are split in a 'T' shape so both eyes and parts of the nose are visible through the purple plate. The ringing of metal contrasts violently against the gentle thunk of the rain above you...
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Roondar Stumbleduck Ningel - Gnome Bard lv 1 "Scourge of the North"
"Again, I say hail guardsmen. We mean you no harm. We were simply looking for shelter from the road and rain. We were unsure of where to go or turn and this seemed a central place. The main door was open. I apologise if I caused offense or startled you."
Kynortas holds his arms wide and stows his spear to show he means no harm. His shield is still on his arm however and little do the guards know how its eye helps Kynortas see.
Perception: 20
Tharin immediately shrinks back into the shadows thrown by the fire and his larger companions, instinctively trying to get a better view of the situation. He eyes each of the humanoids and tries to discern where the metal ringing is coming from.
Stealth 20
Investigation 16
Stealth 22
Investigation 8
Kynortas:
You see that the room looks as though it were emptied a little while ago, possibly after a large meal. The guards are the only people in the room, and they are intent on you. Nothing seems different behind the open door to your back, and the room is plenty large enough to hold about 100 people. There's a large, empty fireplace directly across from you, in the center of the two back doors. There are no windows on that side, so it's likely there are back rooms behind those doors/fireplace. The side doors, however, are very near windows so may be side exits of some sort.
Tharin:
The metallic clang/ringing came from their plate armor shuffling as they bustled into the room. They seem tense, but not quite threatening. As far as you know they haven't noticed you slinking back.
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“Hey guys, what’s going on in...here?”
Fizzbang unceremoniously slams open the door, eager to escape the rain outside.
Armed guards, of course, of flipping course it had to be armed guards! Couldn’t there ever be an imposing hall brimming with fair maidens? Or at the very least nothing st all? No weapons, no armor, no silent and imposing figures capable of running him through at a moments notice?
Before things escalate further you hear a deep, booming laughter from one of the doors on the back wall. A joyous laugh, a sincere laugh. A very large, very muscled man walks through the back door on the right, patting the shoulder of the guard standing in front of it. "Please, please, at ease, men. They meant no harm, I’m sure. Look at them! They’ve obviously traveled some way to get here, and who am I to deny guests into my hall?”
Grabbing a chair and spinning it around so his chest rests on the back of it and his arms on the top, the man regards you all with a wide smile. His bright blue eyes shine through a mass of long, dark hair. His teeth showing behind the same colored beard. He looks middle aged but in exceptionally good health and form. His incredible forearms are tanned from years of sunlight and his plain, white shirt fits tightly against his frame.
"Have a seat, friends!" The man gestures to the table and benches in front of him. "I am Reznik Armitage, at your service," he smiles and bows his head, though never looks away. "Please, you mentioned a meal and bed, might I offer you some vegetable stew? Beds, I'm afraid, are few and far between that are not already occupied here!" He guffaws at his own words. "What business do you seek? Or are you just passing through, hm?" He smiles again and waves at the guards, who take relaxed stances and remove their helms, holding them one handed at their waists.
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DM "Hoard of the Dragon Queen"
Roondar Stumbleduck Ningel - Gnome Bard lv 1 "Scourge of the North"
Aracynth had been following along rather distractedly as his compatriots wandered into Cloverdown in the soft rain. A slight breeze rolled in from the fields to the west, bearing with it the scents of petrichor and loamy earth, and it brought his attention back to the present. He looked up, squinting into the glare from the longhall door as his friends entered a few steps ahead of him. He took a moment to look around the dark and gloomy streets, hoping to find the town chapel or temple, else trying to see any other signs of inhabitants in any of the buildings nearest.
Investigation : 3
The longhall door closed with a thud after Fizzbang had entered, but Aracynth could still hear Kynortas' muffled voice behind the heavy wood. There was a slight edge to his usually steady baritone, and Aracynth could only wonder what inside the longhall might concern the human so. It was soon followed however, by a deep bass of immense timbre resonating through the very wood. "...I am Reznik Armitage..." His concern for his friends allayed a moment, Aracynth lifted his hood, exposing his face skyward to enjoy what slight relaxation and peace the rain had to offer, before he would find himself sequestered indoors once more. His slight reprieve was soon over, though he wished it might have lasted. Still, it would not do to linger long away from the others, and Aracynth entered the longhall, as he shielded his eyes from the sudden brightness and the room came into focus.
Perception : 16
My Characters:
Aracynth - Level 2 Dragonborn Paladin - Wins : 4 - Journey Unto Chaos
Kyros - Level 1 Dragonborn Fighter - Wins : 9 - Unconscious : 1 - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Aracynth:
You don't see any building markings and most look like simple houses.
Inside the longhall you see the 4 guards at ease against the other doors, and a large man sitting gleefully on a backwards chair looking at you all. There does not appear to be a head table or any chair that's fancier than the next, but the workmanship is fine and the chairs and tables are all smooth. It smells of food still, and the torchlight is a warm welcome from the drizzle.
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Roondar Stumbleduck Ningel - Gnome Bard lv 1 "Scourge of the North"
Aracynth gained his bearings quickly and bowed, "Pardon our intrusion, M'Lord, and our gruff appearance. We are weary from the road, and the storm caught us unawares." The Dragonborn eased into one of the sturdy chairs. "Food would be welcome. Thank you for the hospitality."
As Aracynth sat, he focused and opened himself to percieve what he might with his Divine Sense.
"We do have some business with you, but it is varied and nothing pressing, and can no doubt wait til the morrow. Personally, I've heard tell that you are renowned as great and mighty Paladin, and would like some of your time to learn what I can from you. Nothing terribly studious, mind you, but surely you could relate some of your vast wisdom and experience over a light conversation. On a related note, the deepening night outside has rather obscured my eyes this evening, and I didn't manage to locate Cloverdown's House of Worship on our way into town.
But I digress, and such matters can surely wait. In the moment, I ask what options are available for lodging, for travelers such as ourselves?"
Persuasion : 10
My Characters:
Aracynth - Level 2 Dragonborn Paladin - Wins : 4 - Journey Unto Chaos
Kyros - Level 1 Dragonborn Fighter - Wins : 9 - Unconscious : 1 - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Tharin emerges towards the table and looks suspiciously toward the offered stew.
Investigation 14
"A dry place to spend the night would be sufficient, I would think. We are hunting a quarry that's been seen in this area. An unusual specimen that's very good at going unnoticed. Have you heard of such a creature?"
Aracynth:
The aura in the room does not appear holy or desecrated, you detect no fiends, celestials, or fey beings. You get a general sense of "good" from Reznik and Fizzbang. Nothing from Kynortas or Tharin.
Tharin:
The soup is perfectly normal and fine, Reznik notices you emerge, but doesn't seem surprised. Just continues to be amiable and generous to you.
"Ah, yes, you have mentioned needing lodging several times. This stew should refresh you all and the best I can do for lodging are a few cots or mats here in my longhall. We do not have an inn or, as you mentioned, a chapel. We are simple folk and tend to ourselves and pray where and when we need to. I, personally, find peace in the woods or the pastures. Haven't needed a dedicated building in quite some time," he looks up as he says this and smiles lightly.
"As for quarry, master elf, I would try the Huntsman's Dream. That's the forest you see to the east. Plenty of game, plenty of your kin as well. As far as odd, elusive creatures? We get the occasional displacer or owlbear, but there are really only one or two and don't venture far from the depths of the forest," he contorts his face and squints a bit, recalling. "Could you be more specific?"
"Now, master dragon, I was a paladin, yes. I was in direct service to our King Esvarr many a season. I am still under his unification, just not part of his army anymore. We have an understanding," he nods slightly and looks you directly in the eyes. "I'm not sure about 'great' or 'mighty' or tutelage, but I would not pass up a chat with a righteous avenger!" He smiles broadly once again.
"And you, my bold friend," Reznik regards Kynortas. "You didn't startle the guards, really. They just take their duty much more seriously than I do!" he laughs again. "Being a Duke, they think I need someone to take hits for me. I, on the other hand, am not afraid of work, play, or anything in between and sometimes wish they'd calm down!" He flexes his massive arms and emphasizes the last two words by turning to the guards.
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Roondar Stumbleduck Ningel - Gnome Bard lv 1 "Scourge of the North"
"Unfortunatley not, my lord. Others may be listening, and we would like to find this quarry ourselves first. If you don't mind, that is."
Tharin eats the stew to warm himself.
Aracynth listened intently as he ate, considering the Duke's words and demeanor. "Surely, you are too humble, My Lord. His Grace must hold you in especially high esteem to grant you a Duchy so near the Kingdom's borders. It must be a great honor, and a considerable responsibility. How fares this region these days? Is there any trouble we should know of before pursuing our quarry?" Aracynth studied the Duke for his response, looking for anything unusual, though he expected little deception from their robust host.
Insight : 17
My Characters:
Aracynth - Level 2 Dragonborn Paladin - Wins : 4 - Journey Unto Chaos
Kyros - Level 1 Dragonborn Fighter - Wins : 9 - Unconscious : 1 - Hoard of the Dragon Queen