Any distress that remained on Tillman's face from the coming storm immediately thaws the moment he steps into the shop and digests it's surroundings.
"Marvelous. Quite marvelous." He whispers with a grin to no one in particular.
He nearly jumps out of his skin when he notices Captain Xendros standing beside him, grabbing his chest and calling out, "Goodness gracious me!" before easing himself with a breath and a chagrined smile. He cocks an eyebrow and his nervous demeanor evaporates at the mention of the tea.
"Heavens, yes."He says with an erudite air."I must confess, I was not expecting such taste and refinement in such a-er-um... charminglyrustic locale such as this."
He bows in introduction. "Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First, Scholar in Residence with the Artificers Union in the Free City of Irongate... Perhaps you've read my recent publication in the Journal Arcanus Materium on the unexpected alchemical properties of iron which has been rapidly oxidized by a Vermini Disolutum, or 'Rust Monster' as they are more commonly known... At any rate, my research has carried me across the Azure sea in search of what I believe to be a rich trove of magic items in the region which I seek to-er-um... procure..."He's quick to add,"...For preservation and study, of course... Though I anticipate my search may turn up a few high-value ancillary items that could find their way into the marketplace with the proper incentive."
He lets his sly grin linger on his face for a moment before continuing. "But first, of course, I must find the site I'm looking for. And so I've come to ask, as the astute observers of the local markets, which I'm sure you are... Whether you might have any awareness of a recent influx of artifacts from ancient pre-migration Flan culture... or anything particularly unique or strange? Per my standard policy, I'm happy to offer a five percent finders fee on any marketable items I recover as the direct result of information you provide. What say you? Anything ring a bell?"
Question:
How much would Tilliman know about luz?
Does he notice any wares that seem potentially magical in nature, or that appear to be excavated from a place he might know or recognize?
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
I’m guessing back to the Wicker Goat after getting our pay, not sure if Eron was included in the deal, but he was happy to help either way. Also not sure if Tillman said anything about where he was headed but Eron will casually ask if he’s okay? Eron also talks in dwarven with Regdus and the miner’s just small talk listening for rumors or news about local/current events.
Make a History check for Tillman'sknowledge about Iuz... Make a second History check for his scholarly analysis of the shop's wares...
Captain Xendros quietly savors her tea while Tillimanspeaks. She seems completely at ease listening to the verbose little man. When finished, she hums thoughtfully before answering. "Officially, our mission here is for the acquisition of more mundane materials... fish, fish and more fish. For the most part, we are importing the rare and unusual goods this this charming little beachfront community," she says with a casual wave at the wares on her walls.
"Unofficially... I have heard what I suspect are the same rumors you have. And I have a soft spot for the rare and unusual. So far, I've not seen anything that would interest us both. But... let me make a proposal: as two souls with an interest in antiquities, what say we explore a reciprocal relationship, eh? If I should hear anything, I will gladly pass it along, and you do the same?"
The rest of the party hastens back through the rain and wind until the reach Saltmarsh again. The dwarves, upon hearing you plan to make for the Wicker Goat, offer to send a runner along with your payment.
The rain and wind make small talk on the job back difficult, but you do gather that the dwarves are impressed by your contribution to your efforts and they are optimistic that the crane will survive the storm.
Returning to the tavern, you find it more populated than you left it, though far from full. There are a few dwarves and humans drinking at the bar, and a handful of town guard clustered around a pair of tables. There is a nervous energy here, with eyes occasionally glancing at the storm through the swinging door, which rocks on its own accord against the hammering winds.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Fane will leave Leo outside for now, on the roof of the Goat, but assuming she gets a room with a window, will let her in the room through the window later.
“Gentlemen, it’s been quite a day, and while there may be some interesting conversation to be had tonight, that whiskey from before is still tying my stomach in knots, so I think I will retire for the night. If anyone hears of any interesting work, please keep me in mind also.
Oh, and Eron, you seem to be looking for some help with that book you have. If you would like some help with it, let me know, maybe I can help.”
With that, she will head to Lankus to secure a room.
OOC: If the presence of your book is a secret Eron, ignore that line!
Tilliman positively glows at the captain's suggestion.
"Excellent. Excellent. I do very much appreciate someone who understands the art of trade and cooperation."He stands and extends his hand, his posture almost comically erect, projecting every bit of his new money erudition . "You have my word, Dear Captain... Honestly, for the life of me, I don't understand why anyone in this town would regard you fine folks with such malignant distrust. Personally, I've found you to be a pleasure to deal with." He continues smiling, totally oblivious to any social faux pas.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
The sign on the wall has a new message above the drink specials:
Lunch/Supper:
Grouper Stew - 30cp
Hard Dippin' Biscuits - 1cp each
When Faneapproaches Lankus, he is preoccupied talking with his cook about the weather. When he gathers that she is looking to rent a room, he nods. "We only have doubles available. Its 5 silver for the bed... but you can have the whole room to yourself for 8. If not, I can't guarantee you won't wind up with a roommate."
Tilliman:
Iuz: You recall that Iuz is a demi-god... one of the few deities or half-deities that deigns to make his home here on the mortal plane. He is considered an evil power, with his portfolio including deceit and oppression. A century ago he was responsible for the major conflicts in the north/central where he won an empire for himself from his conquests. Then... he disappeared. Now, you keep hearing rumors that he has returned and is gathering his faithful to his side in the ruins of his old kingdom in the north. Of his symbols, you know his followers display the emblem of a human skull with red highlights. You can see several examples on display here in the shop. They are also said to burn bizarre and foul things as offerings to him, leading you to intentionally not know what was in the incense you have been inhaling since you entered.
Wares: You see a great deal of items that might be of interest to a magician... spell components, foci, etc. You also see many interesting, non-magical trinkets, like talismans bearing holy symbols from the strange spirit-gods of the Amedio Jungle, and weapons carved from whale-bone. Of actual honest-to-goodness magical items, you do see a handful of potions that you are quite certain are magical, even if you can't quite identify them by look or color. There is also a vial of glistening oil and some scrolls that look intriguing.
Captain Xendros smiles her unearthly smile and sips her tea. "Simple, small town mindsets, I guess. These little people have a hard time imagining a world beyond the end of their own noses." She politely sets down her tea. "Now,Mr. Toadswaddler, as pleasant as this conversation has been, is there anything you might want to take a closer look at? If not, I need to cut this little repertoire short as there is a storm outside that won't prepare for itself."
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Fane reaches into her purse for 8 sp without hesitation. Once she has them in her hand, she pauses for a second, lost in a thought, and slowly drops 3 of them back into her purse.
“One bed please” she says, handing him 5 sp, “next to a window if you can.”
Eron sees Fane’s hesitation and looks at Fane,”I’ve got it Fane here Goodman is a lion for the room and a tab for Fane.” If Fane offered help translating his journal, “I have a bit of script I’m trying to read, I’m not even sure what language perhaps infernal. Could you help me?” If she is agreeable perhaps in the privacy of her room Eron would hand over the journal for Fane to look at.
Also noticing the grouper stew on the menu, Eron will order a bowl and if Fane is agreeable bring it up and eat while she looks over the text.
(Tilliman's attitude toward luz and his followers is totally compartmentalized. He regards the stories of the demi-god's oppression with the dispassionate remove of a cloistered scholar. He's had little direct contact with the victims of actual evil-doing and, is... let's be frank... a bit morally challenged himself. He doesn't have a malicious bone in his body. However, he's no altruist either. "Good" and "evil" are, to him, primarily technical terms attributed to certain objects, deities or magics. He understands that things classified as "evil" are dangerous by nature, but he considers himself fully capable of handling any danger he faces.)
Tilliman look knocks twice on the counter and beams amiably."Quite right. I should find cover myself. I thank you for the tea and the erm, introduction as it were. I certainly hope we can find business to conduct with each other in the near future." He heads to the door and pauses at the threshold with an afterthought. "Oh and best of luck with the-erm..."He gestures vaguely in the direction of the coming storm, offers one last polite grin, then hurries back to the Wicker Goat with all possible haste.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Regdus is happy to be finally in the tavern. Drench with the rain, he places his coat close to the fireplace in the hope to dry it quicker. He looks around to see if Lady Manistrad Copperlocks is still there to possibily have a chat with her. He grabs an ale at the bar and book a room for the night while asking the patrons around "By Procan, this storm is wild ! We just arrived in the area, is that usual weather ?"
Earning 3 gp for the work in the storm, paying 30 cp for the hot lunch and 5 sp for a shared room
"Please, feel free get some stew, I'll pass on food for now." she tells Eron.
Up in the room, Fane takes a look at the book. "Hmm, unfortunately it is not a language I know, but it does look familiar. The spell Comprehend Languages would allow me to read it, however I do not have it scribed in my spellbook. I would love to add it though. If we are able to acquire a scroll of it, I could scribe it to my book.
Back in Celene, where I'm from, we have access to many spells, through scrolls and books in our library. I have cast the spell before, but don't remember the arcane gestures required. If you were willing, perhaps during down times, like evenings, I could borrow the book, in your presence of course, and practice the spell? Perhaps with time, I can master the casting of the spell."
“Perhaps you could accompany me to visit a local wizard, Keledek. Perhaps if nothing else he may have a scroll like you mentioned. It would be greatly appreciated as I have a gut feeling this is an important script.”
Eron finishes his stew, thanks Fane and heads out for Tom and Will’s HQ, and a dry bunk.
After he leaves, she opens the window to let Leo in. She then lays down, excited for the morning and feeling better. She hopes the rest of her newfound friends have a safe and interesting night. And then she is asleep.
Leo snacks on the remnants of Eron’s stew bowl, and will keep a watchful eye on the door, the window, and the storm raging outside.
If there's anyone still drinking at the tavern when he returns, Tilliman will politely ask how the job went but pay little attention to the answer, his mind too busy racing with the possibilities of what "academically" lucrative exchanges he might have with the Faithful Quartermasters.
He'll enjoy the grouper stew and a biscuit, then pay the 8 silver for a private room.
(Deducting 1 gold, 1 silver and 1 copper piece)
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
If all goes as intended, Eron sleeps enduring night terrors, and weather interruptions. As the time to get up and return to Fane comes, Eron will find Tom or Will if either are about, “Can you tell me where to find a local named Keledek?” If they know Eron will then go breakfast with Fane Leo and the others, if they stayed at the Wicker Goat and are awake.
[It's been a long, hard day. Unfortunately, it's not over yet.
As it happens, based on the time of the crane securement, Tillimanwould have actually been the first arrival back to the bar. We can assume he was preoccupied with his meal and didn't notice the others arrive immediately.]
Downstairs at the Wicker Goat:
Regdus, it appears Lady Copperlocks has relocated. At the bar, several patrons grumble nervous responses to your question about the storm. You learn the Azure Sea tends to throw one or two storms of this magnitude Saltmarsh's way each year. A few folks venture that this blow feels particularly bad, while others admonish them for fear-mongering. As if in response, a gust of wind shakes the building enough to rattle the liquor bottles behind the bar.
Tilliman spots the others, and after Eron departs and Fane heads upstairs early, it is just Regdus, Therrisand Tillimanat the bar, surrounded by half a dozen dwarves and as man humans.
The two tables of guards seem to come to an agreement. Most of them depart out the front door, while two remain behind and order shots of alcohol. They raise their glasses and offer an earnest toast to each other, "To the King, to his people, and to the Lion's Throne," and then toss them back.
Upstairs at the Wicker Goat:
Fanefinds herself in one of the upstairs rooms at the inn. As a single room, it would be modest, or perhaps even good size. Presently, it has been divided down the center by a half-wall. On either side is a wood-framed twin bed with a simple mattress, a bedside table with a candle, a lockless trunk and a stool for sitting. A lantern is hung on the wall and fixed there by a chain. Each half-room is cramped, but at least you control the whole space and won't be having a roommate tonight.
Opening the window shutter, a gust of wind explodes inside the room and for a moment it seems like the shutter might come loose entirely. Rain and mist extinguish the lantern and leave you in the darkness (not hardly a problem for an elf) as the storm tries to intrude upon your resting space. Poor Leo flaps inside and perches on the stool, looking near-to-drowned, and begins preening water from itself. You are able to pull the shutters closed again, expelling the wind and reducing the storm's fury to a distant roar.
Out in the Storm:
Eronmakes his was back toward the docks and the home of Tom & Will, the Marine headquarters. The streets and the sky are blur of grey, white and olive as the howling winds whip through Saltmarsh. Driving rain limits your visibility, and lightning crashes in the sky all around.
Nearing your destination, you find that there is standing water in the street that follows the docks. Peering through the wind and rain, you can see that a storm surge has pushed itself ashore. For now, it has merely inundated the docks and lowest areas, but some of the larger homes along the shore, including Will and Tom's, are at risk. Drawing closer, you spot the eponymous duo, outside furiously filling sandbags and stacking them around the base of their home.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Eron upon seeing them runs to help, thankful for the stew in his belly giving fuel to his efforts. “Tom Will, I’m here.” No stranger to hard work or enduring hardship, Eron pushes away exhaustion and piles sandbag after sandbag. “Let’s get through this, we can do it. This storm is incredible!”
nature 11 Eron gazes at the power of nature…
he’s trying to determine if this is natural or supernatural.
There's nothing to give the impression that this is supernatural... no ghostly lights in the sky or elementals buzzing through the air. This appears to be an incredibly powerful but otherwise mundane tropical storm.
Wind and rain lash Eronand the two marine leaders as they rush to protect the building, even as the rising, warm seawater laps at their ankles.
Eron, please make an Athletics check.
An hour passes while Eronworks out in the storm, lighting crashing in all directions now.
Back at the Wicker Goat, the patrons finish their meals and drinks while more and more the conversations stall as people listen to the raging winds outside, or brace themselves against the occasional shaking of the inn.
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PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM -(Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown *Red Dead Annihilation: ToA *Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Eron Athletics 14. Eron will head in to sleep as soon as he can otherwise he will work as long as necessary. If he manages to get sleep, upon awaking he will head back to eat at the Wicker Goat with everyone and then rendezvous with Keledek along with Fane.
Tillman's Wanderings...
Any distress that remained on Tillman's face from the coming storm immediately thaws the moment he steps into the shop and digests it's surroundings.
"Marvelous. Quite marvelous." He whispers with a grin to no one in particular.
He nearly jumps out of his skin when he notices Captain Xendros standing beside him, grabbing his chest and calling out, "Goodness gracious me!" before easing himself with a breath and a chagrined smile. He cocks an eyebrow and his nervous demeanor evaporates at the mention of the tea.
"Heavens, yes." He says with an erudite air. "I must confess, I was not expecting such taste and refinement in such a-er-um... charmingly rustic locale such as this."
He bows in introduction. "Tilliman Treewick Toadswaddler the First, Scholar in Residence with the Artificers Union in the Free City of Irongate... Perhaps you've read my recent publication in the Journal Arcanus Materium on the unexpected alchemical properties of iron which has been rapidly oxidized by a Vermini Disolutum, or 'Rust Monster' as they are more commonly known... At any rate, my research has carried me across the Azure sea in search of what I believe to be a rich trove of magic items in the region which I seek to-er-um... procure..." He's quick to add, "...For preservation and study, of course... Though I anticipate my search may turn up a few high-value ancillary items that could find their way into the marketplace with the proper incentive."
He lets his sly grin linger on his face for a moment before continuing. "But first, of course, I must find the site I'm looking for. And so I've come to ask, as the astute observers of the local markets, which I'm sure you are... Whether you might have any awareness of a recent influx of artifacts from ancient pre-migration Flan culture... or anything particularly unique or strange? Per my standard policy, I'm happy to offer a five percent finders fee on any marketable items I recover as the direct result of information you provide. What say you? Anything ring a bell?"
Question:
How much would Tilliman know about luz?
Does he notice any wares that seem potentially magical in nature, or that appear to be excavated from a place he might know or recognize?
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Shelter sounds brilliant! It's been a long, wet day.
As she speaks, little Leo lands on her shoulder, shaking water out of her fur.
I’m guessing back to the Wicker Goat after getting our pay, not sure if Eron was included in the deal, but he was happy to help either way. Also not sure if Tillman said anything about where he was headed but Eron will casually ask if he’s okay? Eron also talks in dwarven with Regdus and the miner’s just small talk listening for rumors or news about local/current events.
Tilliman:
Make a History check for Tillman's knowledge about Iuz... Make a second History check for his scholarly analysis of the shop's wares...
Captain Xendros quietly savors her tea while Tilliman speaks. She seems completely at ease listening to the verbose little man. When finished, she hums thoughtfully before answering. "Officially, our mission here is for the acquisition of more mundane materials... fish, fish and more fish. For the most part, we are importing the rare and unusual goods this this charming little beachfront community," she says with a casual wave at the wares on her walls.
"Unofficially... I have heard what I suspect are the same rumors you have. And I have a soft spot for the rare and unusual. So far, I've not seen anything that would interest us both. But... let me make a proposal: as two souls with an interest in antiquities, what say we explore a reciprocal relationship, eh? If I should hear anything, I will gladly pass it along, and you do the same?"
The rest of the party hastens back through the rain and wind until the reach Saltmarsh again. The dwarves, upon hearing you plan to make for the Wicker Goat, offer to send a runner along with your payment.
The rain and wind make small talk on the job back difficult, but you do gather that the dwarves are impressed by your contribution to your efforts and they are optimistic that the crane will survive the storm.
Returning to the tavern, you find it more populated than you left it, though far from full. There are a few dwarves and humans drinking at the bar, and a handful of town guard clustered around a pair of tables. There is a nervous energy here, with eyes occasionally glancing at the storm through the swinging door, which rocks on its own accord against the hammering winds.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Fane will leave Leo outside for now, on the roof of the Goat, but assuming she gets a room with a window, will let her in the room through the window later.
“Gentlemen, it’s been quite a day, and while there may be some interesting conversation to be had tonight, that whiskey from before is still tying my stomach in knots, so I think I will retire for the night. If anyone hears of any interesting work, please keep me in mind also.
Oh, and Eron, you seem to be looking for some help with that book you have. If you would like some help with it, let me know, maybe I can help.”
With that, she will head to Lankus to secure a room.
OOC: If the presence of your book is a secret Eron, ignore that line!
At the Faithful Quartermasters of Iuz:
History Check on luz: 10
History Check on shop's wares: 19
Tilliman positively glows at the captain's suggestion.
"Excellent. Excellent. I do very much appreciate someone who understands the art of trade and cooperation." He stands and extends his hand, his posture almost comically erect, projecting every bit of his new money erudition . "You have my word, Dear Captain... Honestly, for the life of me, I don't understand why anyone in this town would regard you fine folks with such malignant distrust. Personally, I've found you to be a pleasure to deal with." He continues smiling, totally oblivious to any social faux pas.
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
At the Wicker Goat:
The sign on the wall has a new message above the drink specials:
Lunch/Supper:
When Fane approaches Lankus, he is preoccupied talking with his cook about the weather. When he gathers that she is looking to rent a room, he nods. "We only have doubles available. Its 5 silver for the bed... but you can have the whole room to yourself for 8. If not, I can't guarantee you won't wind up with a roommate."
Tilliman:
Iuz: You recall that Iuz is a demi-god... one of the few deities or half-deities that deigns to make his home here on the mortal plane. He is considered an evil power, with his portfolio including deceit and oppression. A century ago he was responsible for the major conflicts in the north/central where he won an empire for himself from his conquests. Then... he disappeared. Now, you keep hearing rumors that he has returned and is gathering his faithful to his side in the ruins of his old kingdom in the north. Of his symbols, you know his followers display the emblem of a human skull with red highlights. You can see several examples on display here in the shop. They are also said to burn bizarre and foul things as offerings to him, leading you to intentionally not know what was in the incense you have been inhaling since you entered.
Wares: You see a great deal of items that might be of interest to a magician... spell components, foci, etc. You also see many interesting, non-magical trinkets, like talismans bearing holy symbols from the strange spirit-gods of the Amedio Jungle, and weapons carved from whale-bone. Of actual honest-to-goodness magical items, you do see a handful of potions that you are quite certain are magical, even if you can't quite identify them by look or color. There is also a vial of glistening oil and some scrolls that look intriguing.
Captain Xendros smiles her unearthly smile and sips her tea. "Simple, small town mindsets, I guess. These little people have a hard time imagining a world beyond the end of their own noses." She politely sets down her tea. "Now, Mr. Toadswaddler, as pleasant as this conversation has been, is there anything you might want to take a closer look at? If not, I need to cut this little repertoire short as there is a storm outside that won't prepare for itself."
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Fane reaches into her purse for 8 sp without hesitation. Once she has them in her hand, she pauses for a second, lost in a thought, and slowly drops 3 of them back into her purse.
“One bed please” she says, handing him 5 sp, “next to a window if you can.”
Eron sees Fane’s hesitation and looks at Fane,”I’ve got it Fane here Goodman is a lion for the room and a tab for Fane.” If Fane offered help translating his journal, “I have a bit of script I’m trying to read, I’m not even sure what language perhaps infernal. Could you help me?” If she is agreeable perhaps in the privacy of her room Eron would hand over the journal for Fane to look at.
Also noticing the grouper stew on the menu, Eron will order a bowl and if Fane is agreeable bring it up and eat while she looks over the text.
At the Faithful Quartermasters of Iuz:
(Tilliman's attitude toward luz and his followers is totally compartmentalized. He regards the stories of the demi-god's oppression with the dispassionate remove of a cloistered scholar. He's had little direct contact with the victims of actual evil-doing and, is... let's be frank... a bit morally challenged himself. He doesn't have a malicious bone in his body. However, he's no altruist either. "Good" and "evil" are, to him, primarily technical terms attributed to certain objects, deities or magics. He understands that things classified as "evil" are dangerous by nature, but he considers himself fully capable of handling any danger he faces.)
Tilliman look knocks twice on the counter and beams amiably. "Quite right. I should find cover myself. I thank you for the tea and the erm, introduction as it were. I certainly hope we can find business to conduct with each other in the near future." He heads to the door and pauses at the threshold with an afterthought. "Oh and best of luck with the-erm..." He gestures vaguely in the direction of the coming storm, offers one last polite grin, then hurries back to the Wicker Goat with all possible haste.
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Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
Regdus is happy to be finally in the tavern. Drench with the rain, he places his coat close to the fireplace in the hope to dry it quicker. He looks around to see if Lady Manistrad Copperlocks is still there to possibily have a chat with her. He grabs an ale at the bar and book a room for the night while asking the patrons around "By Procan, this storm is wild ! We just arrived in the area, is that usual weather ?"
Earning 3 gp for the work in the storm, paying 30 cp for the hot lunch and 5 sp for a shared room
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
"Please, feel free get some stew, I'll pass on food for now." she tells Eron.
Up in the room, Fane takes a look at the book. "Hmm, unfortunately it is not a language I know, but it does look familiar. The spell Comprehend Languages would allow me to read it, however I do not have it scribed in my spellbook. I would love to add it though. If we are able to acquire a scroll of it, I could scribe it to my book.
Back in Celene, where I'm from, we have access to many spells, through scrolls and books in our library. I have cast the spell before, but don't remember the arcane gestures required. If you were willing, perhaps during down times, like evenings, I could borrow the book, in your presence of course, and practice the spell? Perhaps with time, I can master the casting of the spell."
“Perhaps you could accompany me to visit a local wizard, Keledek. Perhaps if nothing else he may have a scroll like you mentioned. It would be greatly appreciated as I have a gut feeling this is an important script.”
Eron finishes his stew, thanks Fane and heads out for Tom and Will’s HQ, and a dry bunk.
“Of course, an excellent idea” she says to Eron.
After he leaves, she opens the window to let Leo in. She then lays down, excited for the morning and feeling better. She hopes the rest of her newfound friends have a safe and interesting night. And then she is asleep.
Leo snacks on the remnants of Eron’s stew bowl, and will keep a watchful eye on the door, the window, and the storm raging outside.
If there's anyone still drinking at the tavern when he returns, Tilliman will politely ask how the job went but pay little attention to the answer, his mind too busy racing with the possibilities of what "academically" lucrative exchanges he might have with the Faithful Quartermasters.
He'll enjoy the grouper stew and a biscuit, then pay the 8 silver for a private room.
(Deducting 1 gold, 1 silver and 1 copper piece)
DM - Classic Adventures Reborn
Rylan - L1 Human Paladin - Barty's "Princes of the Apocalypse"
If all goes as intended, Eron sleeps enduring night terrors, and weather interruptions. As the time to get up and return to Fane comes, Eron will find Tom or Will if either are about, “Can you tell me where to find a local named Keledek?” If they know Eron will then go breakfast with Fane Leo and the others, if they stayed at the Wicker Goat and are awake.
[It's been a long, hard day. Unfortunately, it's not over yet.
As it happens, based on the time of the crane securement, Tilliman would have actually been the first arrival back to the bar. We can assume he was preoccupied with his meal and didn't notice the others arrive immediately.]
Downstairs at the Wicker Goat:
Regdus, it appears Lady Copperlocks has relocated. At the bar, several patrons grumble nervous responses to your question about the storm. You learn the Azure Sea tends to throw one or two storms of this magnitude Saltmarsh's way each year. A few folks venture that this blow feels particularly bad, while others admonish them for fear-mongering. As if in response, a gust of wind shakes the building enough to rattle the liquor bottles behind the bar.
Tilliman spots the others, and after Eron departs and Fane heads upstairs early, it is just Regdus, Therris and Tilliman at the bar, surrounded by half a dozen dwarves and as man humans.
The two tables of guards seem to come to an agreement. Most of them depart out the front door, while two remain behind and order shots of alcohol. They raise their glasses and offer an earnest toast to each other, "To the King, to his people, and to the Lion's Throne," and then toss them back.
Upstairs at the Wicker Goat:
Fane finds herself in one of the upstairs rooms at the inn. As a single room, it would be modest, or perhaps even good size. Presently, it has been divided down the center by a half-wall. On either side is a wood-framed twin bed with a simple mattress, a bedside table with a candle, a lockless trunk and a stool for sitting. A lantern is hung on the wall and fixed there by a chain. Each half-room is cramped, but at least you control the whole space and won't be having a roommate tonight.
Opening the window shutter, a gust of wind explodes inside the room and for a moment it seems like the shutter might come loose entirely. Rain and mist extinguish the lantern and leave you in the darkness (not hardly a problem for an elf) as the storm tries to intrude upon your resting space. Poor Leo flaps inside and perches on the stool, looking near-to-drowned, and begins preening water from itself. You are able to pull the shutters closed again, expelling the wind and reducing the storm's fury to a distant roar.
Out in the Storm:
Eron makes his was back toward the docks and the home of Tom & Will, the Marine headquarters. The streets and the sky are blur of grey, white and olive as the howling winds whip through Saltmarsh. Driving rain limits your visibility, and lightning crashes in the sky all around.
Nearing your destination, you find that there is standing water in the street that follows the docks. Peering through the wind and rain, you can see that a storm surge has pushed itself ashore. For now, it has merely inundated the docks and lowest areas, but some of the larger homes along the shore, including Will and Tom's, are at risk. Drawing closer, you spot the eponymous duo, outside furiously filling sandbags and stacking them around the base of their home.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Eron upon seeing them runs to help, thankful for the stew in his belly giving fuel to his efforts. “Tom Will, I’m here.” No stranger to hard work or enduring hardship, Eron pushes away exhaustion and piles sandbag after sandbag. “Let’s get through this, we can do it. This storm is incredible!”
nature 11 Eron gazes at the power of nature…
he’s trying to determine if this is natural or supernatural.
Eron:
There's nothing to give the impression that this is supernatural... no ghostly lights in the sky or elementals buzzing through the air. This appears to be an incredibly powerful but otherwise mundane tropical storm.
Wind and rain lash Eron and the two marine leaders as they rush to protect the building, even as the rising, warm seawater laps at their ankles.
Eron, please make an Athletics check.
An hour passes while Eron works out in the storm, lighting crashing in all directions now.
Back at the Wicker Goat, the patrons finish their meals and drinks while more and more the conversations stall as people listen to the raging winds outside, or brace themselves against the occasional shaking of the inn.
PC - Ethel - Human - Lvl 4 Necromancer - Undying Dragons * Serge Marshblade - Human - Lvl 5 Eldritch Knight - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
DM - (Homebrew) Heroes of Bardstown * Red Dead Annihilation: ToA * Where the Cold Winds Blow : DoIP * Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts: HotDQ * Red Wine, Black Rose: CoS * Greyhawk: Tides of War
Eron
Athletics 14.
Eron will head in to sleep as soon as he can otherwise he will work as long as necessary. If he manages to get sleep, upon awaking he will head back to eat at the Wicker Goat with everyone and then rendezvous with Keledek along with Fane.
Breakfast first, what’s on the board?