The warm breeze blows into the harbor town of Jigow. This small village made of jumble of cultures and people, exist on the banks of the Ifolon River and the Emerled Grotto.
Jigow is made up three major areas, the Jumble where the houses are built out giant mangrove trees, and the back of horizon backs, giant tortoise that roam Xhoras.
From the center which is the Jumble, the Meatwaters the main docks and area next to the Ifolon River. Here many arrive by boats. The outer area of Jigow is made of the Wetalks, next to the marshes and wetlands. The population here make their homes
What draws visitors to Jigow from across the Kryn dynasty is the Festival of Merit. A special time where those who participate, receive rewards fir achievements. Since the time of the Founders, tue festival has been celebrated.
Each of you have made your way to Jigow, some for a respite, some to see what the future holds. As you arrive, the day before. All guest are being given rooms at the local tavern named Fortune’s Eve.
The tavern has 10 rooms, and one large taproom. A elderly Tortle named Emory runs the place. She is the one greets.. each of you as arrive.
Nathan under the guise and alias of Duke Hemsworth takes notice of Emory, “My what a beauty, I’ve always wondered about your race’s shells. Are they connected to your skeletal structure or simply an independent structure? Are there nerves within the shell? Sorry but you simply fascinate me my lady. One more question though I’m starving what do you recommend?”
Subis would probably surprise Emory being very quiet and stealthy by nature. “Excuse me ma’am. When you have a moment, I will have today’s special. What kind of fruit juices do you have?”
Figgles has to jump up on top of the counter to be able to see Emory. "Excuse me dearest, but do you have any fish dinners available tonight? And might I be able to get a private dining room? People tend to fuss over a 'cat' eating from a table.. how rude," He asks when Emory is away from other patrons.
Jorie slinks into Fortune's Eve, keeping his head down and hood of his cloak over his now orange hair. Trying not to bump into the patrons of the bar, he wonders why he received a sign from the Moon to make the journey to this town. He saunters up the owner and quietly waits while the other conversations finish.
"Good day, I'm here for the Festival, may I please have a room?"
Theo walks in, wide-eyed at the sights and not at all caring about walking in stealthily. He seems nervous, running a hand through his sandy-blonde hair and fiddling with a strangely shaped puzzle while he waits behind the Eladrin. Once he gets the chance, he goes up to Emory.
“Oh, hello! My name is Theo, and I’m going to be staying in town for the festival. Do you happen to have any rooms left, and what is there to eat? I’m starving!”
//answering in order. Looking at the young human, whose apparel obviously makes him look royal causes Emory, to raise left eye.
“It’s not often we get visitors, from the Empire. You use fancy words, my shell is my business. Enough good folk, know better than to ask something so personal. I will recommend, the Grotto Stew, it’s a house favorite.” Her voice is stern and sweet at the same time. She points you in direction to open seat in the tap room. A young goblin woman, dressed in apron with dark blue edging, is waiting tables nearby.
Looking at the young human, whose apparel obviously makes him look royal causes Emory, to raise left eye.
“It’s not often we get visitors, from the Empire. You use fancy words, my shell is my business. Enough good folk, know better than to ask something so personal. I will recommend, the Grotto Stew, it’s a house favorite.” Her voice is stern and sweet at the same time. She points you in direction to open seat in the tap room. A young goblin woman, dressed in apron with dark blue edging, is waiting tables nearby.
Xaos wakes up inside his room at the Fortune’s Eve, having arrived the night before, and realizes with a start he’s had his first night of dreamless sleep in months. Somewhat blearily, he rubs the sleep from his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a moment. “No dreams now that I’m here? Fine, Mr Squiggles. That how you want to play it? Fine.”
Trying to shake his exasperation, he heads downstairs and greets the owner with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Emory! Be a doll and send me over a bowl of that stew? It really is delicious”
He looks around, taking stock of the clientele as the goblin server wanders over with his bowl. Whispering conspiratorially, he leans over “So what’s the deal with this festival eh? Seems to draw all kinds”
as Subis walks quietly and thoughtfully towards Emory. After seeing being stern with the human. A loud sound can heard as loud blue skinned women with tusks come walking in. “Granny Emory, how are things tonight?” This woman asks the elderly Tortle. “I am well Ayo, we have some new folks coming in that’s all.” As Grandma Emory says this she gazes at the young man who asked rude questions. Ayo looks behind her to see the Subis. Before Grandma can answer Ayo says “Today’s special is the Grotto and what fruit they have is raspberry” she says annoying to Subis while pointing to open table. Grandma Emory “Now Ayo, be kind. However she is correct. Please take a seat. There is open table in the far right.
Nathan somewhat crestfallen heads over to the tables and chooses a seat with his back to a wall. He waves the server over, “My dear do you perchance have meat on the menu? And a wine a red if possible.” If Nathan notices Frostclaw he’ll try to get their attention. “A drink for a familiar face, come let’s share a table.”
Figgles Grandma Emory smiles at the small catfolk. The wide smile brings a sense a warmth to in the reception that Figgles sees. “My dear I have spot for you. There is no issues with that, I have another customer who might keep you company.” Figgles sees a rune light up and a second passes. Out from behind the bar a tall ogre comes out. “Don’t be frightened, this is my friend Maggie, she will take you to small room.” Maggie holds out her hand.
”Hey show some respect” a gruff voice comes an elegant Drow dressed in a brown robe says. Xaos knows this to be Galsariad Ardyth, a friend of Grandma Emory. He nods to the goblin server who brings you a Grotto stew.
Jorie spots the dark burgundy drink the Duke has ordered. Fascinated, he orders a cup as well, takes it over to the table where the Duke is occupying and asks rather curtly,
“This my fellow is I believe a rosso vermouth nice and dry but flavored to the nines! Not exactly what I had in mind but a pleasant surprise. Oh and here comes a meat platter if we’re lucky.”
The Duke sits back with a tight smile and sips his wine.
”Please be my guest and share a bite. Oh maiden please what is my current bill here?”
Xaos chuckles good naturedly at the rebuke from Galsariad, waving it off with a broad smile and a pat on the severe drow’s shoulder. “Come now, you know I mean no disrespect. Emory! You know I love you” he calls over loudly.
He thanks the serving girl for his stew and prepares to tuck in, pausing as he catches a familiar face across the room. His smile deepening, he stands and starts to head over, and as he approaches, sees the Duke joined by another figure.
With a quick up nod to the elfin figure, he turns to the Duke and gives him a punch to the shoulder as he sits. “What in the devil are you doing here, Hemsworth? This place doesn’t seem like your usual speed”
He starts to voraciously eat his stew, eyes traveling around the room as he waits for an answer before a curious sight catches his eye. Pointing animatedly, he says “For instance, I’m pretty sure that cat just ordered a room in perfectly proper common. Is no one else seeing this?!” He asks, glancing around at his compatriots for support
Figgles jumps up on Maggie's shoulder, "I do hope you don't mind the perch, dearest, my short little legs wouldn't be able to keep up with yours in a crowded place such as this. Dear Emory, could you send me a sweet blackberry wine if you so have one? Thank you much for the hospitality."
As Maggie turns to go into the room Emory provided, Figgles overhears a man call out, "... pretty sure that cat just ordered a room in perfectly proper common. Is no one else seeing this?" Figgles looks around to see a man pointing in his direction. He asks Maggie, "Say dear, would you mind dropping me at that table there? Thank you kindly, dearest."
13 Dualahel 840 P.D
The warm breeze blows into the harbor town of Jigow. This small village made of jumble of cultures and people, exist on the banks of the Ifolon River and the Emerled Grotto.
Jigow is made up three major areas, the Jumble where the houses are built out giant mangrove trees, and the back of horizon backs, giant tortoise that roam Xhoras.
From the center which is the Jumble, the Meatwaters the main docks and area next to the Ifolon River. Here many arrive by boats. The outer area of Jigow is made of the Wetalks, next to the marshes and wetlands. The population here make their homes
What draws visitors to Jigow from across the Kryn dynasty is the Festival of Merit. A special time where those who participate, receive rewards fir achievements. Since the time of the Founders, tue festival has been celebrated.
Each of you have made your way to Jigow, some for a respite, some to see what the future holds. As you arrive, the day before. All guest are being given rooms at the local tavern named Fortune’s Eve.
The tavern has 10 rooms, and one large taproom. A elderly Tortle named Emory runs the place. She is the one greets.. each of you as arrive.
Nathan under the guise and alias of Duke Hemsworth takes notice of Emory, “My what a beauty, I’ve always wondered about your race’s shells. Are they connected to your skeletal structure or simply an independent structure? Are there nerves within the shell? Sorry but you simply fascinate me my lady. One more question though I’m starving what do you recommend?”
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Subis would probably surprise Emory being very quiet and stealthy by nature. “Excuse me ma’am. When you have a moment, I will have today’s special. What kind of fruit juices do you have?”
D&D since 1984
Figgles has to jump up on top of the counter to be able to see Emory. "Excuse me dearest, but do you have any fish dinners available tonight? And might I be able to get a private dining room? People tend to fuss over a 'cat' eating from a table.. how rude," He asks when Emory is away from other patrons.
Jorie slinks into Fortune's Eve, keeping his head down and hood of his cloak over his now orange hair. Trying not to bump into the patrons of the bar, he wonders why he received a sign from the Moon to make the journey to this town. He saunters up the owner and quietly waits while the other conversations finish.
"Good day, I'm here for the Festival, may I please have a room?"
Theo walks in, wide-eyed at the sights and not at all caring about walking in stealthily. He seems nervous, running a hand through his sandy-blonde hair and fiddling with a strangely shaped puzzle while he waits behind the Eladrin. Once he gets the chance, he goes up to Emory.
“Oh, hello! My name is Theo, and I’m going to be staying in town for the festival. Do you happen to have any rooms left, and what is there to eat? I’m starving!”
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//answering in order.
Looking at the young human, whose apparel obviously makes him look royal causes Emory, to raise left eye.
“It’s not often we get visitors, from the Empire. You use fancy words, my shell is my business. Enough good folk, know better than to ask something so personal. I will recommend, the Grotto Stew, it’s a house favorite.” Her voice is stern and sweet at the same time. She points you in direction to open seat in the tap room. A young goblin woman, dressed in apron with dark blue edging, is waiting tables nearby.
Nathan:
Looking at the young human, whose apparel obviously makes him look royal causes Emory, to raise left eye.
“It’s not often we get visitors, from the Empire. You use fancy words, my shell is my business. Enough good folk, know better than to ask something so personal. I will recommend, the Grotto Stew, it’s a house favorite.” Her voice is stern and sweet at the same time. She points you in direction to open seat in the tap room. A young goblin woman, dressed in apron with dark blue edging, is waiting tables nearby.
Xaos wakes up inside his room at the Fortune’s Eve, having arrived the night before, and realizes with a start he’s had his first night of dreamless sleep in months. Somewhat blearily, he rubs the sleep from his eyes and stares at the ceiling for a moment. “No dreams now that I’m here? Fine, Mr Squiggles. That how you want to play it? Fine.”
Trying to shake his exasperation, he heads downstairs and greets the owner with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Emory! Be a doll and send me over a bowl of that stew? It really is delicious”
He looks around, taking stock of the clientele as the goblin server wanders over with his bowl. Whispering conspiratorially, he leans over “So what’s the deal with this festival eh? Seems to draw all kinds”
Subis
as Subis walks quietly and thoughtfully towards Emory. After seeing being stern with the human. A loud sound can heard as loud blue skinned women with tusks come walking in.
“Granny Emory, how are things tonight?” This woman asks the elderly Tortle. “I am well Ayo, we have some new folks coming in that’s all.” As Grandma Emory says this she gazes at the young man who asked rude questions. Ayo looks behind her to see the Subis. Before Grandma can answer Ayo says “Today’s special is the Grotto and what fruit they have is raspberry” she says annoying to Subis while pointing to open table. Grandma Emory “Now Ayo, be kind. However she is correct. Please take a seat. There is open table in the far right.
"That sounds good. I will have that. Thank you." Subis responds.
D&D since 1984
Nathan somewhat crestfallen heads over to the tables and chooses a seat with his back to a wall. He waves the server over, “My dear do you perchance have meat on the menu? And a wine a red if possible.” If Nathan notices Frostclaw he’ll try to get their attention. “A drink for a familiar face, come let’s share a table.”
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Figgles
Grandma Emory smiles at the small catfolk. The wide smile brings a sense a warmth to in the reception that Figgles sees.
“My dear I have spot for you. There is no issues with that, I have another customer who might keep you company.” Figgles sees a rune light up and a second passes. Out from behind the bar a tall ogre comes out. “Don’t be frightened, this is my friend Maggie, she will take you to small room.” Maggie holds out her hand.
Xaos
”Hey show some respect” a gruff voice comes an elegant Drow dressed in a brown robe says. Xaos knows this to be Galsariad Ardyth, a friend of Grandma Emory. He nods to the goblin server who brings you a Grotto stew.
Theo
“Why yes my dear, we have rooms and food.” She waves you over. “Tell me child, where are you from?” Grandma Emory asks.
//eveyone can ask around meet others etc.
Jorie spots the dark burgundy drink the Duke has ordered. Fascinated, he orders a cup as well, takes it over to the table where the Duke is occupying and asks rather curtly,
"What do you call this drink?"
“This my fellow is I believe a rosso vermouth nice and dry but flavored to the nines! Not exactly what I had in mind but a pleasant surprise. Oh and here comes a meat platter if we’re lucky.”
The Duke sits back with a tight smile and sips his wine.
”Please be my guest and share a bite. Oh maiden please what is my current bill here?”
Nathan reaches for his wallet.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Xaos chuckles good naturedly at the rebuke from Galsariad, waving it off with a broad smile and a pat on the severe drow’s shoulder. “Come now, you know I mean no disrespect. Emory! You know I love you” he calls over loudly.
He thanks the serving girl for his stew and prepares to tuck in, pausing as he catches a familiar face across the room. His smile deepening, he stands and starts to head over, and as he approaches, sees the Duke joined by another figure.
With a quick up nod to the elfin figure, he turns to the Duke and gives him a punch to the shoulder as he sits. “What in the devil are you doing here, Hemsworth? This place doesn’t seem like your usual speed”
He starts to voraciously eat his stew, eyes traveling around the room as he waits for an answer before a curious sight catches his eye. Pointing animatedly, he says “For instance, I’m pretty sure that cat just ordered a room in perfectly proper common. Is no one else seeing this?!” He asks, glancing around at his compatriots for support
Figgles jumps up on Maggie's shoulder, "I do hope you don't mind the perch, dearest, my short little legs wouldn't be able to keep up with yours in a crowded place such as this. Dear Emory, could you send me a sweet blackberry wine if you so have one? Thank you much for the hospitality."
As Maggie turns to go into the room Emory provided, Figgles overhears a man call out, "... pretty sure that cat just ordered a room in perfectly proper common. Is no one else seeing this?" Figgles looks around to see a man pointing in his direction. He asks Maggie, "Say dear, would you mind dropping me at that table there? Thank you kindly, dearest."