"Twas truly a most uncanny malfeasance on the part of an instructor I shall soon seen held in mockery and contempt for his tarnishing of my goodly and draconic form. I had found myself low on funds and was offered a means to correct such an affront as part of a research team run by what I had HEARD was a magi of fine temperament and skill. This cretinous charlatan botched the ritual and left me this way. He is lucky to have found an escape route before I could get these jelly legs under me I daresay."
"We're looking for Talgen Hucrele and Sharwyn Hucrele. The reward is offered by Kerowyn Hucrele. The local suggested we start with Mrs. Hucrele who has business with the goblins and is presumably to be found at Hucreles Provisions. The blacksmith seems like the ideal starting point" Sylar sighs and follows
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"Glad to have you join me friend," Exteri says as he walks towards the forge.
Exteri keeps his eyes peeled for any folk with hostile attentions - he's been caught unawares in the past and is trying to be a little less naive now that he's away from his family.
Sylar: The young gnome points out Hucrele Provisions, the most likely place to find Kerowyn Hucrele. Before you head to Lutgher's Forge, you release your raven to do some reconnaissance. As it flies around the village, it sees just that, a peaceful village. It's not long before it starts to look for some small rodent to snack on.
Dorgargar: After a moment of thought, you remember reading about the Ashen Fields. It is a vast lifeless area many think to be cursed. You however, know that the desolation is actually the fault of the long-ago rampage of a dragon named Ashardalon. Lucky, the dragon hasn't been seen in these parts for hundreds of years.
Burntends & Raul: You two have a montage where you paint the town red, go shopping and try on floppy hats. When the montage song ends, you find yourself in front of an inn with the carving of a giant boar on the front and the words The Ol' Boar Inn above it. You hear the gregarious voices of bar patrons within.
Exteri, Sylar, & Leon: As you walk to the forge, Exteri scans the area for anyone hostile or anything out of place and comes up with nothing of interest. You three reach the forge and you see the village smithy, a male dwarf, working a sword on an anvil. You assume this is must be Lutgher. He seems not to notice you as you enter his shop, completely focused on his work.
Burntends looks at Raul “You can still drink right? I’m sure the others can find Mrs. Hercules. Or maybe we will find her in here, seems like we have to go in and look. And it would be rude not to try the local ale and food. Maybe a pie.”
Burntends opens the door, strides in and orders 2 ales, a berry pie and breakfast potatoes if they have them. He will then ask everyone inside if they are Mrs Hercules while he waits on food and sips his 2 ales.
"It does seem only right to imbibe. Ingratiating oneself with the local customs is essential in any endeavor. I believe a pie and ale would be most scrumptious. Tarry not Burntends for sustenance awaits!"
Raul will also go inside and order a pie and ale. He ignores the likely stares of the patrons though Burntends may notice some slight shaking,
(Burntends has never had an ale before, and will probably be drunk after he chugs these 2. This is his first trip away from home and his mom would not let him drink.)
"Hail, stranger. Compliments to your fine forge. I am Exteri, and these are my companions Sylar and Leon. We're following the trail of Talgen Hucrele and Sharwyn Hucrele - adventurers that have gone missing. Do you know anything about them?"
Dorgarag, having walked past the forge and a few paces down the southern road in order to look over the downslope to the Ashen Fields, finds the others at the forge as he turns back toward the town center.
He stands at the back, nods at the dwarf, and listens.
Burntends: You barely makes it through half of your first ale before the room starts to spin. Make a Dex check to see if you stay on your feet.
Raul: Your ooze-like nature receives a few curious stares, but for the most people seem to be respectfully minding their own business. You, unlike Burntends, have no problem ingesting the ale. Eating the pie however, is a little nauseating for any patrons watching you, since your food is still visible in your “stomach” once you swallow it.
Exteri, Sylar, Leon & Dorgarag: The blacksmith puts down his tools and strokes his soot covered beard. “Yes, I know the Hucrele kids, ever since they were wee ones. I made Talgen's sword and armor myself. I would have made a nice set for Sharwyn too, but she's always been more into magic.” He rolls his eyes. “And you know how those wizards are about wearing armor.”
“I heard Kerowyn offering a reward for their rescue, I suppose that's what brought you to town. People say she sent them to the Sunless Citadel to find out how the goblins get that magic fruit they're always selling us. She sent some ranger and a paladin with them." He lights up a wooden pipe. "Never met them before, they were from out of town.”
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Burntends staggers a bit… and after finishing 1 ale drops the other and begins dancing around the common room. As he is dancing he sees a fiery female kobold who appears to be dancing just out of his reach. He chases her, but cannot catch her, she is always out of reach. He and this “imaginary” spirit engage in a dance battle.
With a 14 perfomance… Burntends does not bust out the best moves… rather he does a poor version of the Macarena and everyone in the common room stares and laughs at him until the innkeeper asks him to sit down and brings his pie and a glass of water.
"I'm not much one for armor myself," Exteri says, gesturing at the complete lack of muscle evident on his arms. "That stuff is heavy."
"Do you know anyone that's eaten the magic fruit here in town? Did it fix them? Are they still here?" The words come out in a rush, and Exteri takes a nervous breath, waiting for the dwarf's reaction to his words.
Sylar lifts a hammer with merely a thought and floats it towards him leaving it hovering just in front of his face for a moment while he looks at it thoughtfully and as he slowly places the hammer back in place replies.
"I don't know, when someone can kill you with a mere thought I'm not sure quite how useful armour would be. Regardless, thank you for the information and your time, we might find need of further funds and resources while we're in town so if we can be of help with any issues people are having please let us know."
Burntends & Raul: You sip your ale and your water, respectively.
Exteri: It takes Lutgher a moment to process all the questions you asked him. Once he composes himself, he says, “I did know one person who had the fruit.” He strokes his beard while recalling. "It was ten years ago, Bosan Groop. He had a nasty case of chicken fever, and the fruit fixed him right up! Unfortunately, he left town soon after. We never did find out how he got chicken fever, but Farmer Clem's chickens were acting funny. Hmm.”
Sylar: “To be honest,” the blacksmith says, “I've always been a little unsure about magic.” He picks up the sword he's working on. “Give me something I can hold, something real.” He puts the unfinished sword down and shrugs his shoulders, “But to each his own, I guess.” He puffs on his pipe and thinks about your offer. “Thank you kindly, I'll let you all know if there's anything that need doing. I'll let folks around town know about you, too.” He give you a nod and gets back to work.
Dorgarag: You patiently await the other's answers about your next step.
Leon: You get a sudden urge to take a walk and you wander off towards Ashen Fields, never to be seen again.
Burntends is now skipping around town calling out loudly for “Mrs. Hercules”
"Twas truly a most uncanny malfeasance on the part of an instructor I shall soon seen held in mockery and contempt for his tarnishing of my goodly and draconic form.
I had found myself low on funds and was offered a means to correct such an affront as part of a research team run by what I had HEARD was a magi of fine temperament and skill. This cretinous charlatan botched the ritual and left me this way. He is lucky to have found an escape route before I could get these jelly legs under me I daresay."
*This is in response to Leon's question*
Raul shall simply follow his cousin Burntends and survey the towns nooks and crannies as he does so
Leon shrugs his shoulder
”I guess going to the blacksmith couldn’t hurt
"We're looking for Talgen Hucrele and Sharwyn Hucrele. The reward is offered by Kerowyn Hucrele. The local suggested we start with Mrs. Hucrele who has business with the goblins and is presumably to be found at Hucreles Provisions. The blacksmith seems like the ideal starting point" Sylar sighs and follows
"Glad to have you join me friend," Exteri says as he walks towards the forge.
Exteri keeps his eyes peeled for any folk with hostile attentions - he's been caught unawares in the past and is trying to be a little less naive now that he's away from his family.
5 - Perception for Exteri check if it's relevant.
Sylar: The young gnome points out Hucrele Provisions, the most likely place to find Kerowyn Hucrele. Before you head to Lutgher's Forge, you release your raven to do some reconnaissance. As it flies around the village, it sees just that, a peaceful village. It's not long before it starts to look for some small rodent to snack on.
Dorgargar: After a moment of thought, you remember reading about the Ashen Fields. It is a vast lifeless area many think to be cursed. You however, know that the desolation is actually the fault of the long-ago rampage of a dragon named Ashardalon. Lucky, the dragon hasn't been seen in these parts for hundreds of years.
Burntends & Raul: You two have a montage where you paint the town red, go shopping and try on floppy hats. When the montage song ends, you find yourself in front of an inn with the carving of a giant boar on the front and the words The Ol' Boar Inn above it. You hear the gregarious voices of bar patrons within.
Exteri, Sylar, & Leon: As you walk to the forge, Exteri scans the area for anyone hostile or anything out of place and comes up with nothing of interest. You three reach the forge and you see the village smithy, a male dwarf, working a sword on an anvil. You assume this is must be Lutgher. He seems not to notice you as you enter his shop, completely focused on his work.
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The Call of Lon-Dia- DM (old PbP)
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Burntends looks at Raul “You can still drink right? I’m sure the others can find Mrs. Hercules. Or maybe we will find her in here, seems like we have to go in and look. And it would be rude not to try the local ale and food. Maybe a pie.”
Burntends opens the door, strides in and orders 2 ales, a berry pie and breakfast potatoes if they have them. He will then ask everyone inside if they are Mrs Hercules while he waits on food and sips his 2 ales.
"It does seem only right to imbibe. Ingratiating oneself with the local customs is essential in any endeavor. I believe a pie and ale would be most scrumptious. Tarry not Burntends for sustenance awaits!"
Raul will also go inside and order a pie and ale. He ignores the likely stares of the patrons though Burntends may notice some slight shaking,
(Burntends has never had an ale before, and will probably be drunk after he chugs these 2. This is his first trip away from home and his mom would not let him drink.)
"Hail, stranger. Compliments to your fine forge. I am Exteri, and these are my companions Sylar and Leon. We're following the trail of Talgen Hucrele and Sharwyn Hucrele - adventurers that have gone missing. Do you know anything about them?"
Exteri smiles nervously at the dwarf.
Sylar nods respectfully towards the Dwarf on being introduced but remains silent
Dorgarag, having walked past the forge and a few paces down the southern road in order to look over the downslope to the Ashen Fields, finds the others at the forge as he turns back toward the town center.
He stands at the back, nods at the dwarf, and listens.
Burntends: You barely makes it through half of your first ale before the room starts to spin. Make a Dex check to see if you stay on your feet.
Raul: Your ooze-like nature receives a few curious stares, but for the most people seem to be respectfully minding their own business. You, unlike Burntends, have no problem ingesting the ale. Eating the pie however, is a little nauseating for any patrons watching you, since your food is still visible in your “stomach” once you swallow it.
Exteri, Sylar, Leon & Dorgarag: The blacksmith puts down his tools and strokes his soot covered beard. “Yes, I know the Hucrele kids, ever since they were wee ones. I made Talgen's sword and armor myself. I would have made a nice set for Sharwyn too, but she's always been more into magic.” He rolls his eyes. “And you know how those wizards are about wearing armor.”
“I heard Kerowyn offering a reward for their rescue, I suppose that's what brought you to town. People say she sent them to the Sunless Citadel to find out how the goblins get that magic fruit they're always selling us. She sent some ranger and a paladin with them." He lights up a wooden pipe. "Never met them before, they were from out of town.”
Hoard of the Dragon Queen- DM (IRL)
The Sunless Citadel- DM (PbP)
The Call of Lon-Dia- DM (old PbP)
https://linktr.ee/neumie
Burntends staggers a bit… and after finishing 1 ale drops the other and begins dancing around the common room. As he is dancing he sees a fiery female kobold who appears to be dancing just out of his reach. He chases her, but cannot catch her, she is always out of reach. He and this “imaginary” spirit engage in a dance battle.
With a 14 perfomance… Burntends does not bust out the best moves… rather he does a poor version of the Macarena and everyone in the common room stares and laughs at him until the innkeeper asks him to sit down and brings his pie and a glass of water.
"I'm not much one for armor myself," Exteri says, gesturing at the complete lack of muscle evident on his arms. "That stuff is heavy."
"Do you know anyone that's eaten the magic fruit here in town? Did it fix them? Are they still here?" The words come out in a rush, and Exteri takes a nervous breath, waiting for the dwarf's reaction to his words.
Sylar lifts a hammer with merely a thought and floats it towards him leaving it hovering just in front of his face for a moment while he looks at it thoughtfully and as he slowly places the hammer back in place replies.
"I don't know, when someone can kill you with a mere thought I'm not sure quite how useful armour would be. Regardless, thank you for the information and your time, we might find need of further funds and resources while we're in town so if we can be of help with any issues people are having please let us know."
Dorgarag nods again to the blacksmith.
To the others he asks, "Shall we go talk to Ms Hucrele?"
He starts walking to Hucrele's Provisions.
Burntends & Raul: You sip your ale and your water, respectively.
Exteri: It takes Lutgher a moment to process all the questions you asked him. Once he composes himself, he says, “I did know one person who had the fruit.” He strokes his beard while recalling. "It was ten years ago, Bosan Groop. He had a nasty case of chicken fever, and the fruit fixed him right up! Unfortunately, he left town soon after. We never did find out how he got chicken fever, but Farmer Clem's chickens were acting funny. Hmm.”
Sylar: “To be honest,” the blacksmith says, “I've always been a little unsure about magic.” He picks up the sword he's working on. “Give me something I can hold, something real.” He puts the unfinished sword down and shrugs his shoulders, “But to each his own, I guess.” He puffs on his pipe and thinks about your offer. “Thank you kindly, I'll let you all know if there's anything that need doing. I'll let folks around town know about you, too.” He give you a nod and gets back to work.
Dorgarag: You patiently await the other's answers about your next step.
Leon: You get a sudden urge to take a walk and you wander off towards Ashen Fields, never to be seen again.
Hoard of the Dragon Queen- DM (IRL)
The Sunless Citadel- DM (PbP)
The Call of Lon-Dia- DM (old PbP)
https://linktr.ee/neumie
"Indeed" Sylar replies to Gorgarag and follows