Eron is feeling a little flush, ‘getting drunk doesn’t make for a good first impression…’ he thinks to himself as he tries to focus on the newcomers conversation. When Seri talks about her former crewmates and their tales of ghost ships and sea devils, he interjects. “Sea devils are more than just tales, they have been actively upon our shores. Nearly lost some friends… (he pauses as he realizes those friends are no longer with them) perhaps their absence is related with those encounters. I empathize with your missing family, I too have family missing, however the safety of Saltmarsh is our priority for now.” Eron’s eyes continue to scan the room hoping his bard informant has arrived.
Côlneth listens to Eron, then turns back to Arlynn. "Yes, I suppose I have lost a few family members over the years. My father and sister left home maybe, hmm, 50 years ago? I wasn't sure why - maybe they were adventurers." She shrugs, drinking down more of her rum. "I was still with my mother then for a few years, until I was suddenly sent off to sea with my uncle."
"...Ah! I've been deckhand plenty myself. I am familiar with the galley as well and have served several ships as cook. It's always good to meet a fellow sailor. And a Sea Elf at that? Very interesting. I'm not sure I've ever met one in my travels!" She raises her glass to make a toast with her but realizes it still hasn't been filled.
When she mentions her mother, Côlneth is sympathetic. "Do you have any leads on finding your mother? The warning that was left for you? I would love to have your help with finding my sister, but we'd have to find your mother too," she says quite earnestly. "Believe it or not, I actually originally set out looking for my mother."
"No, not a sea elf. My mother was. I only remember her only in fleeting moments. She let me go, for as a half-elf, while I swim more swiftly than any human, including I suppose, my father, whoever he was, I cannot breathe below the waves where she and other sea elves make their homes."
Arlynn listens and looks between the two newcomers, smiling and nodding, and she keeps pouring glasses as they empty. "So howcome all these relatives are lost to you in the world, are they adventurers too mayhap?" She curiously asks Côlneth and Seri, seeming less enthused about the brief ornithology digression.
"My mother is not lost as far as I know, nor an adventurer. Only lost to me because I cannot survive where she and the others live, in Procan's deeps. I do not begrudge her for leaving me where the Temple of Procan at Seaton would take me in as an adolescent. In truth, I may never find her again. But perhaps more importantly, I seek to understand the message she left for me recently at the Temple while I was away on my maritime tour of duty. That she would rouse herself from the depths to seek me out on land and warn me speaks to urgency and impending danger. And the message itself..."
Eron is feeling a little flush, ‘getting drunk doesn’t make for a good first impression…’ he thinks to himself as he tries to focus on the newcomers conversation. When Seri talks about her former crewmates and their tales of ghost ships and sea devils, he interjects. “Sea devils are more than just tales, they have been actively upon our shores. Nearly lost some friends… (he pauses as he realizes those friends are no longer with them) perhaps their absence is related with those encounters. I empathize with your missing family, I too have family missing, however the safety of Saltmarsh is our priority for now.” Eron’s eyes continue to scan the room hoping his bard informant has arrived.
"... Aye, the message my mother left speaks to danger that bears on the safety of coastal towns like Seaton and Saltmarsh, as the latter is understandably your priority, Captain. Of course I would protect my mother if I could, yet mainly, I seek to understand the warning itself, whether by finding her, or seeking clues as I do now along the coast. Her dialect of Elvish does not translate well to Common. Yet roughly, her message to me was:"
"BEWARE. THE WAVES THEMSELVES HAVE TEETH."
Seri subsides after her soliloquy, like an ebbing tide. "Yet I wonder if I say too much. Perhaps it is nothing. Perhaps she just warned indirectly of Procan's storms, which seem to have struck Saltmarsh of late. And truly, it is you four, and your tales, not my own, that I am more interested in."
Côlneth looked a bit embarrassed when Seri corrected her about it being her mother that was a Sea Elf, not her. "Oh yes, half-elf, sorry!" she said then finished off the rest of the rum in her glass. She has it filled again. When Seri shares the message her mother had left, she nearly jumps. "The waves themselves have teeth? Yikes! No matter what that means, it sounds terrifying! Makes me think of some huge sea creature maybe. Although, I'm not sure. I don't know."
She takes a breath, then another sip from her glass. "Oh yea! Tales!" Her attention moves back to Eron, Arlynn, and Fane. "What happened with these lizard people? This is some good rum," she says, lifting her glass. "You must have really impressed people." She takes another swig from her glass.
The mention of the waves having teeth gives Arlynn a concerned look, but she stays quiet and keeps filling Côlneth's glass, for now, keeping an eye on the girl to see when she should perhaps stop pouring. "We went to the Lizardfolk on behalf of Saltmarsh to find out more about them. It turns out they need weapons to defend themselves against someone they call The King of Blood and Bones who supposedly is a very old warlord that have returned and is threatening the whole region. Your mother's warning might possibly relate to this warlord but we know very little yet." She says with a grim tone, then turning to the tattooed elf neside her. "We have helped Saltmarsh a few times now and I guess they want to show their gratitude to keep us around as more trouble seems to be brewing."She says with a shrug and a grin, taking a sip of her drink.
Côlneth listens intently to Arlynn as she tells about the lizardfolk. She continues to sip at her drink as she does. "And you ended up negotiating with them? Gave them weapons? You're working for Saltmarsh? Do you have your next assignment?"
She once again finds her glass drained and looks at it a moment before sliding it clumsily over to be filled again. "If you need help I'd be glad to join you. But I really was hoping I could leave very soon to get to... hmm... what was it called again? A forest..."
She seems confused a moment, before loudly saying, "Silverstand! I think that's it!"
The Royal Reserve Whiskey is a strong but palatable spirit. The bottle's braggadocio labeling about clean water and filtering is clearly more than just advertising. It may not be fit for the halls of kings, as it claims, but it is certainly a top shelf liquor among those available to common folk.
The Dwurhammer Rum is a more complicated story. This rum is crafted by dwarves and - like most dwarven creations - it is well crafted and efficient in its design. It is clearly made with three goals in mind... 1) to be a spirit distilled from cane sugar; 2) to be dark in color from aging in dwarven casks; and 3) to get dwarves drunk. It is this third feature which can lead to problems. It is stronger than most typical rums and it doesn't hide this fact. Though the illustration of a one-eyed dwarven pirate on the label is charming.
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
Unlike Côlneth, Seri is quite sparing in what she actually drinks, having learned early as a sailor that her own slender form can only handle so much. So while she gestures freely with her rum glass, she seldom takes a sip, though when she does, she goes cross-eyed for a moment.
"Smooth as a white squall," she murmurs, glancing at her tumbler and managing not to cough as she hears Arlynn's account of dealings with Lizardfolk.
"Speaking of teeth, Lizardfolk have sharp ones, and hungry jaws, it is said, eating even their own. And ways far removed from the smaller differences that may separate humans and elves. Such an encounter on Procan's shores between peoples so different as you and they often ends in misunderstanding and bloodshed. Aye, it is impressive, perhaps miraculous, that you were able to parlay rather than battle them."
She tilts her head as Côlneth works her tipsy way to stating her desired destination. "Silverstand? I have heard mention of the place but never been so far inland. You are a wood elf, aye? Is this Silverstand forest peopled by your folk then, that you would seek them out for news of your kin?"
Côlneth gives Arlynn every indication of being to the point that her glass probably does not need to be refilled. It's perhaps even amazing that she is still mostly upright, having filled her glass of rum several times and had certainly been drinking before.
She tilts her head to look over at Seri. "Silverstand? No, that's not where I'm from. Why would you think that?" She seems perplexed for a moment, almost as though she forgot about the search for her sister she mentioned just a moment ago. "I'm from the Menowood. And where might the fascinating lady with the blue hair be from?" She suddenly looks back at Arlynn. "Wait! Your hair is blue too! Are you two sisters?"
She takes up her glass for a drink and finds it empty. She again seems confused at this, but soon the moment passes. "Hey! Is there dancing here?"
Fane listens to the conversation, especially those of their new guests, drink still untouched.
"Seems like your both looking for someone. Perhaps your search and our defense of Saltmarsh will take us in the same direction. I'm not familiar with The Silverstand, but believe it is to the north, inland?"
Arlynn lets out a soft laugh at the barrage of questions from the tattooed elf. "Yes, no, yes and no in that order. And I'm sure you can join us, or perhaps we you if you go north to Silverstand, not sure Captain Colborn is too keen on leaving his Saradie for long though?" She says, glancing over at Eron.
"Well, it seems we have managed to make peaceful contact with them at least, and from what I've seen so far I think those we have dealt with can be negotiated with further, both for a defensive alliance against this King of Blood and Bones and other threats to the region as well as having them as business partners rather than having them desperately raiding caravans to get weapons to defend themselves. I wouldn't go as far as saying it was a miracle but I do think we have a firm common ground for further talks and that the Lizardfolks can be trusted to see what's in their best interest at the very least." She says to the other blue-haired half-elf.
"So you noticed now that we both have blue hair, yes, better stop pouring." Arlynn says with another soft and friendly laugh. "But no, we're not sisters, as far as I know at least, admittedly my family tree is a bit hazy, at best, but I think it's the first time I've seen anyone else with this hair colour." She continues, giving Seri a friendly smile and rasing her glass to the other blue-haired half-elf before finishing her whiskey.
"So the rum is inspiring to a dance huh? Well, if we only had some dancing music here I wouldn't mind to dance with you. I can give you a good song though while we wait for that." Arlynn says to the tattooed elf and stands up on her chair to sing a popular sea shanty sumg across the Azure Sea, clapping her hands at the chorus part to get the patrons singing along.
Arlynn's various 'yes' and 'no' answers leave Côlneth completely uncertain as to what was just said. The whole part about blood or bones or something she utterly fails to follow until the half-elf raises her glass to the other one, and she realizes she's not quite sure where her glass has gotten to. She does perk up at the mention of the word 'dance', but quickly realizes the woman is only offering a sea chanty. Disappointed, she folds her arms on the table and slowly slides to where the side of her head rests against them. Her bright amber eyes flit from Arlynn to Seri.
When the clapping starts and others seem to join in, Côlneth lifts her head and tries to sing along too. She's not really keeping the right tempo nor does she do well at recalling the words. But by the end she is singing with quite a bit of enthusiasm.
As Côlneth reiterates that she is from the Menowood and not the Silverstand, Seri opens and closes her mouth twice, on the verge of hastily trying to explain that she had not been suggesting Silverstand was Côlneth's birthplace, but rather wondering if it was a forest where other wood elves (like Côlneth) might dwell who could have news of her mother or sister. Then Seri takes a good look at Côlneth. and smiles, raising her own glass for a small sip.
Well, no shame in partaking on shore leave, as some of my Dragonfly shipmates surely did. Procan will thunder in her head on the morrow, I'll warrant...
"Never knew who my father was. Some human man, like most. So there's always a chance Arlynn and I are kin on that side... I'm thinking that's not where the blue hair comes from for either of us, though. And well done finding common ground with the lizardfolk, Arlynn, however modestly you put it."
Seri sways to the other blue-haired half-elf's rousing shanty, like a deep kelp forest in a gentle seaward swell, closing her eyes to savor the maritime music.
"If you all will have me, I shall follow the same horizons you do, Procan willing. Perhaps it will lead me yet to the secret of my mother's message..."
And if that takes me inland to this Silverstand forest, perhaps I shall learn something there too. But if it should happen to put me back on a ship with the salt wind in my face, a and a sturdy deck under my feet, back in the glory of Procan's divine domain, all the better...
Côlneth finished the song and again looked about for her glass which seemed to be missing. Looking disappointed, she again crosses her arms on the table and lies the side of her head against them. She peers over at Seri as she speaks of joining the others. Not lifting her head, she echoes the comments. "If you'd have me, I'd help you folks too."
In elvish “Consider yourselves joined then whom would love this sturdy breastplate, I prefer my scale mail. I’ll expect to see you two onboard the Saradie to meet the rest of the crew and get situated. Now I think I need to find the privy and ask a smith about a sword.” Eron nods at Seri and Côlneth, then shanties toward the exit.
As the last verse of Arlynn’s sea shanty echoes through the Wicker Goat, the tavern roars with applause. Sailors stomping boots, dwarves banging mugs, even the surly barback cracking a rare grin.
As Eronis rising to leave, a figure emerges through the crowd at the doorway. It is the bard from the docks, a half-smile already on his face, his long, embroidered coat catching the candlelight in glimmers of silver and crimson thread. He claps along with the others, but his applause is precise, like a rhythmic punctuation rather than noise. His eyes sweep the room once as he enters, resting for just a heartbeat longer on Eron.
He makes no direct path to the party. First, he crosses to the bar, murmuring a few quiet words to the barkeep. In return, he receives a green-glass bottle of Silvertand Riesling. He tucks several matching green cups under his arm, and with the ease of someone perfectly at home in every tavern on the continent, he makes his way to the party’s end of the bar.
With a bow and a grin, he sets the bottle down at the center of the group. He pours himself a glass, leaving the bottle and other cups up for grabs. Then, with no great flourish, just a quiet confidence, he speaks to Arlynn, “A performance like that deserves a proper toast. To your health... and to your voice, bright star of the Azure coast.” He raises the glass in Arlynn’sdirection before turning to the ranger beside him.
“And as for you, friend, I believe you asked me here.” He lifts his glass slightly toward Eron, smiling easily.
“Alric Vayne, at your service. Wandering player, humble historian, and... student of tides. Both those liquid tides—” he gives a meaningful glance toward the wine— “and those that stir in the hearts of nations.”
He sips the Riesling and leans in just slightly, voice lowered but still pleasant. “Now then. Why have the winds blown me into your tavern this evening?”
He’s charming and poised, yet nothing about him feels forced or fake. An entertainer who's show never ends... a man who commands attention by not needing to ask for it.
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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 tries to be cool but instead, having nearly given up on the bard’s appearance, “I well I wasn’t sure you’d make it… but here you are.” Eron fishes in his coin pouch. He pulls a small purse of 30gp, which he set aside in advance. “I’ve heard rumors. What truth is there that the old man himself has returned to his domain, and what business has joined good king Scotti to the lord of filth?” A steeliness reasserts itself into Eron’s demeanor as he patiently waits for Alaric’s reply.
Fane pours herself a glass of the wine and takes a small sip. The first she's had all night.
When Eron speaks, she raises her eyebrow, the question seems more like a riddle to her. She turns to Alric, awaiting his response. If the man is as worldly as he seems, he'll know what Eron is asking.
"Aboard the Saradie. I got it," Côlneth replies to Eron's offer. "First thing in the morning, right?" She had been still sitting resting her head on table, until Alric sets the bottle on the table. That seems to encourage her to actually lift her head up. She snatches one of the cups and pours herself a bit from the bottle, raising it to cheer Arlynn. She stays silent though as Eron questions the bard.
Arlynn gives the thirsty tattooed elf an amused smile as she sits back with her arms crossed but she keeps singing, giving a graceful bow to her audience as she is finished, taking her seat again at the table. As the bottle of Silverstand Riesling appears on the table she swiftly helps herself to a glass with a quick smile of gratitude to the bard from earlier at the docks, raising her green cup to him. "Well thank you good sir, I hope you will indulge me by playing some dancing music for me and my new friend here before she empties your bottle." She says with a grin and a wink.
Her curiosioty is piqued as Alric mentions being a student of the tides. She could probably have good use of a friend like that. She assumes Eron is talking about Iuz the old and while not having the same interest as their captain she is still curious to hear what rumors the bard has to share. She keeps listening as she raises her mug back to Côlneth, giving the girl an appraising look to see if she would still be able to dance once the music started.
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Eron is feeling a little flush, ‘getting drunk doesn’t make for a good first impression…’ he thinks to himself as he tries to focus on the newcomers conversation. When Seri talks about her former crewmates and their tales of ghost ships and sea devils, he interjects. “Sea devils are more than just tales, they have been actively upon our shores. Nearly lost some friends… (he pauses as he realizes those friends are no longer with them) perhaps their absence is related with those encounters. I empathize with your missing family, I too have family missing, however the safety of Saltmarsh is our priority for now.” Eron’s eyes continue to scan the room hoping his bard informant has arrived.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Côlneth listens to Eron, then turns back to Arlynn. "Yes, I suppose I have lost a few family members over the years. My father and sister left home maybe, hmm, 50 years ago? I wasn't sure why - maybe they were adventurers." She shrugs, drinking down more of her rum. "I was still with my mother then for a few years, until I was suddenly sent off to sea with my uncle."
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"No, not a sea elf. My mother was. I only remember her only in fleeting moments. She let me go, for as a half-elf, while I swim more swiftly than any human, including I suppose, my father, whoever he was, I cannot breathe below the waves where she and other sea elves make their homes."
"My mother is not lost as far as I know, nor an adventurer. Only lost to me because I cannot survive where she and the others live, in Procan's deeps. I do not begrudge her for leaving me where the Temple of Procan at Seaton would take me in as an adolescent. In truth, I may never find her again. But perhaps more importantly, I seek to understand the message she left for me recently at the Temple while I was away on my maritime tour of duty. That she would rouse herself from the depths to seek me out on land and warn me speaks to urgency and impending danger. And the message itself..."
"... Aye, the message my mother left speaks to danger that bears on the safety of coastal towns like Seaton and Saltmarsh, as the latter is understandably your priority, Captain. Of course I would protect my mother if I could, yet mainly, I seek to understand the warning itself, whether by finding her, or seeking clues as I do now along the coast. Her dialect of Elvish does not translate well to Common. Yet roughly, her message to me was:"
"BEWARE. THE WAVES THEMSELVES HAVE TEETH."
Seri subsides after her soliloquy, like an ebbing tide. "Yet I wonder if I say too much. Perhaps it is nothing. Perhaps she just warned indirectly of Procan's storms, which seem to have struck Saltmarsh of late. And truly, it is you four, and your tales, not my own, that I am more interested in."
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Côlneth looked a bit embarrassed when Seri corrected her about it being her mother that was a Sea Elf, not her. "Oh yes, half-elf, sorry!" she said then finished off the rest of the rum in her glass. She has it filled again. When Seri shares the message her mother had left, she nearly jumps. "The waves themselves have teeth? Yikes! No matter what that means, it sounds terrifying! Makes me think of some huge sea creature maybe. Although, I'm not sure. I don't know."
She takes a breath, then another sip from her glass. "Oh yea! Tales!" Her attention moves back to Eron, Arlynn, and Fane. "What happened with these lizard people? This is some good rum," she says, lifting her glass. "You must have really impressed people." She takes another swig from her glass.
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
The mention of the waves having teeth gives Arlynn a concerned look, but she stays quiet and keeps filling Côlneth's glass, for now, keeping an eye on the girl to see when she should perhaps stop pouring. "We went to the Lizardfolk on behalf of Saltmarsh to find out more about them. It turns out they need weapons to defend themselves against someone they call The King of Blood and Bones who supposedly is a very old warlord that have returned and is threatening the whole region. Your mother's warning might possibly relate to this warlord but we know very little yet." She says with a grim tone, then turning to the tattooed elf neside her. "We have helped Saltmarsh a few times now and I guess they want to show their gratitude to keep us around as more trouble seems to be brewing." She says with a shrug and a grin, taking a sip of her drink.
Côlneth listens intently to Arlynn as she tells about the lizardfolk. She continues to sip at her drink as she does. "And you ended up negotiating with them? Gave them weapons? You're working for Saltmarsh? Do you have your next assignment?"
She once again finds her glass drained and looks at it a moment before sliding it clumsily over to be filled again. "If you need help I'd be glad to join you. But I really was hoping I could leave very soon to get to... hmm... what was it called again? A forest..."
She seems confused a moment, before loudly saying, "Silverstand! I think that's it!"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
For those partaking in the spirits:
The Royal Reserve Whiskey is a strong but palatable spirit. The bottle's braggadocio labeling about clean water and filtering is clearly more than just advertising. It may not be fit for the halls of kings, as it claims, but it is certainly a top shelf liquor among those available to common folk.
The Dwurhammer Rum is a more complicated story. This rum is crafted by dwarves and - like most dwarven creations - it is well crafted and efficient in its design. It is clearly made with three goals in mind... 1) to be a spirit distilled from cane sugar; 2) to be dark in color from aging in dwarven casks; and 3) to get dwarves drunk. It is this third feature which can lead to problems. It is stronger than most typical rums and it doesn't hide this fact. Though the illustration of a one-eyed dwarven pirate on the label is charming.
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
Unlike Côlneth, Seri is quite sparing in what she actually drinks, having learned early as a sailor that her own slender form can only handle so much. So while she gestures freely with her rum glass, she seldom takes a sip, though when she does, she goes cross-eyed for a moment.
"Smooth as a white squall," she murmurs, glancing at her tumbler and managing not to cough as she hears Arlynn's account of dealings with Lizardfolk.
"Speaking of teeth, Lizardfolk have sharp ones, and hungry jaws, it is said, eating even their own. And ways far removed from the smaller differences that may separate humans and elves. Such an encounter on Procan's shores between peoples so different as you and they often ends in misunderstanding and bloodshed. Aye, it is impressive, perhaps miraculous, that you were able to parlay rather than battle them."
She tilts her head as Côlneth works her tipsy way to stating her desired destination. "Silverstand? I have heard mention of the place but never been so far inland. You are a wood elf, aye? Is this Silverstand forest peopled by your folk then, that you would seek them out for news of your kin?"
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Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Côlneth gives Arlynn every indication of being to the point that her glass probably does not need to be refilled. It's perhaps even amazing that she is still mostly upright, having filled her glass of rum several times and had certainly been drinking before.
She tilts her head to look over at Seri. "Silverstand? No, that's not where I'm from. Why would you think that?" She seems perplexed for a moment, almost as though she forgot about the search for her sister she mentioned just a moment ago. "I'm from the Menowood. And where might the fascinating lady with the blue hair be from?" She suddenly looks back at Arlynn. "Wait! Your hair is blue too! Are you two sisters?"
She takes up her glass for a drink and finds it empty. She again seems confused at this, but soon the moment passes. "Hey! Is there dancing here?"
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Fane listens to the conversation, especially those of their new guests, drink still untouched.
"Seems like your both looking for someone. Perhaps your search and our defense of Saltmarsh will take us in the same direction. I'm not familiar with The Silverstand, but believe it is to the north, inland?"
Arlynn lets out a soft laugh at the barrage of questions from the tattooed elf. "Yes, no, yes and no in that order. And I'm sure you can join us, or perhaps we you if you go north to Silverstand, not sure Captain Colborn is too keen on leaving his Saradie for long though?" She says, glancing over at Eron.
"Well, it seems we have managed to make peaceful contact with them at least, and from what I've seen so far I think those we have dealt with can be negotiated with further, both for a defensive alliance against this King of Blood and Bones and other threats to the region as well as having them as business partners rather than having them desperately raiding caravans to get weapons to defend themselves. I wouldn't go as far as saying it was a miracle but I do think we have a firm common ground for further talks and that the Lizardfolks can be trusted to see what's in their best interest at the very least." She says to the other blue-haired half-elf.
"So you noticed now that we both have blue hair, yes, better stop pouring." Arlynn says with another soft and friendly laugh. "But no, we're not sisters, as far as I know at least, admittedly my family tree is a bit hazy, at best, but I think it's the first time I've seen anyone else with this hair colour." She continues, giving Seri a friendly smile and rasing her glass to the other blue-haired half-elf before finishing her whiskey.
"So the rum is inspiring to a dance huh? Well, if we only had some dancing music here I wouldn't mind to dance with you. I can give you a good song though while we wait for that." Arlynn says to the tattooed elf and stands up on her chair to sing a popular sea shanty sumg across the Azure Sea, clapping her hands at the chorus part to get the patrons singing along.
Performance: 20
Arlynn's various 'yes' and 'no' answers leave Côlneth completely uncertain as to what was just said. The whole part about blood or bones or something she utterly fails to follow until the half-elf raises her glass to the other one, and she realizes she's not quite sure where her glass has gotten to. She does perk up at the mention of the word 'dance', but quickly realizes the woman is only offering a sea chanty. Disappointed, she folds her arms on the table and slowly slides to where the side of her head rests against them. Her bright amber eyes flit from Arlynn to Seri.
When the clapping starts and others seem to join in, Côlneth lifts her head and tries to sing along too. She's not really keeping the right tempo nor does she do well at recalling the words. But by the end she is singing with quite a bit of enthusiasm.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
As Côlneth reiterates that she is from the Menowood and not the Silverstand, Seri opens and closes her mouth twice, on the verge of hastily trying to explain that she had not been suggesting Silverstand was Côlneth's birthplace, but rather wondering if it was a forest where other wood elves (like Côlneth) might dwell who could have news of her mother or sister. Then Seri takes a good look at Côlneth. and smiles, raising her own glass for a small sip.
Well, no shame in partaking on shore leave, as some of my Dragonfly shipmates surely did. Procan will thunder in her head on the morrow, I'll warrant...
"Never knew who my father was. Some human man, like most. So there's always a chance Arlynn and I are kin on that side... I'm thinking that's not where the blue hair comes from for either of us, though. And well done finding common ground with the lizardfolk, Arlynn, however modestly you put it."
Seri sways to the other blue-haired half-elf's rousing shanty, like a deep kelp forest in a gentle seaward swell, closing her eyes to savor the maritime music.
"If you all will have me, I shall follow the same horizons you do, Procan willing. Perhaps it will lead me yet to the secret of my mother's message..."
And if that takes me inland to this Silverstand forest, perhaps I shall learn something there too. But if it should happen to put me back on a ship with the salt wind in my face, a and a sturdy deck under my feet, back in the glory of Procan's divine domain, all the better...
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Côlneth finished the song and again looked about for her glass which seemed to be missing. Looking disappointed, she again crosses her arms on the table and lies the side of her head against them. She peers over at Seri as she speaks of joining the others. Not lifting her head, she echoes the comments. "If you'd have me, I'd help you folks too."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
In elvish “Consider yourselves joined then whom would love this sturdy breastplate, I prefer my scale mail. I’ll expect to see you two onboard the Saradie to meet the rest of the crew and get situated. Now I think I need to find the privy and ask a smith about a sword.” Eron nods at Seri and Côlneth, then shanties toward the exit.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
As the last verse of Arlynn’s sea shanty echoes through the Wicker Goat, the tavern roars with applause. Sailors stomping boots, dwarves banging mugs, even the surly barback cracking a rare grin.
As Eron is rising to leave, a figure emerges through the crowd at the doorway. It is the bard from the docks, a half-smile already on his face, his long, embroidered coat catching the candlelight in glimmers of silver and crimson thread. He claps along with the others, but his applause is precise, like a rhythmic punctuation rather than noise. His eyes sweep the room once as he enters, resting for just a heartbeat longer on Eron.
He makes no direct path to the party. First, he crosses to the bar, murmuring a few quiet words to the barkeep. In return, he receives a green-glass bottle of Silvertand Riesling. He tucks several matching green cups under his arm, and with the ease of someone perfectly at home in every tavern on the continent, he makes his way to the party’s end of the bar.
With a bow and a grin, he sets the bottle down at the center of the group. He pours himself a glass, leaving the bottle and other cups up for grabs. Then, with no great flourish, just a quiet confidence, he speaks to Arlynn, “A performance like that deserves a proper toast. To your health... and to your voice, bright star of the Azure coast.” He raises the glass in Arlynn’s direction before turning to the ranger beside him.
“And as for you, friend, I believe you asked me here.” He lifts his glass slightly toward Eron, smiling easily.
“Alric Vayne, at your service. Wandering player, humble historian, and... student of tides. Both those liquid tides—” he gives a meaningful glance toward the wine— “and those that stir in the hearts of nations.”
He sips the Riesling and leans in just slightly, voice lowered but still pleasant. “Now then. Why have the winds blown me into your tavern this evening?”
He’s charming and poised, yet nothing about him feels forced or fake. An entertainer who's show never ends... a man who commands attention by not needing to ask for it.
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 tries to be cool but instead, having nearly given up on the bard’s appearance, “I well I wasn’t sure you’d make it… but here you are.” Eron fishes in his coin pouch. He pulls a small purse of 30gp, which he set aside in advance. “I’ve heard rumors. What truth is there that the old man himself has returned to his domain, and what business has joined good king Scotti to the lord of filth?” A steeliness reasserts itself into Eron’s demeanor as he patiently waits for Alaric’s reply.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Fane pours herself a glass of the wine and takes a small sip. The first she's had all night.
When Eron speaks, she raises her eyebrow, the question seems more like a riddle to her. She turns to Alric, awaiting his response. If the man is as worldly as he seems, he'll know what Eron is asking.
"Aboard the Saradie. I got it," Côlneth replies to Eron's offer. "First thing in the morning, right?" She had been still sitting resting her head on table, until Alric sets the bottle on the table. That seems to encourage her to actually lift her head up. She snatches one of the cups and pours herself a bit from the bottle, raising it to cheer Arlynn. She stays silent though as Eron questions the bard.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Arlynn gives the thirsty tattooed elf an amused smile as she sits back with her arms crossed but she keeps singing, giving a graceful bow to her audience as she is finished, taking her seat again at the table. As the bottle of Silverstand Riesling appears on the table she swiftly helps herself to a glass with a quick smile of gratitude to the bard from earlier at the docks, raising her green cup to him. "Well thank you good sir, I hope you will indulge me by playing some dancing music for me and my new friend here before she empties your bottle." She says with a grin and a wink.
Her curiosioty is piqued as Alric mentions being a student of the tides. She could probably have good use of a friend like that. She assumes Eron is talking about Iuz the old and while not having the same interest as their captain she is still curious to hear what rumors the bard has to share. She keeps listening as she raises her mug back to Côlneth, giving the girl an appraising look to see if she would still be able to dance once the music started.