Vark will meander a bit as the group splits, not sure where to go. Eventually he chooses to follow after Thurston as he sees the man head to what looks like an inn. Sheepishly he'll walk up behind him as he converses with the elf. "Uhm... how many will we need? I guess we could split rooms to save money... uhm, how much per night?" he asks the last question to the elf.
"They?.. " he turns around as if there was just behind him talking " uh.. yeah... sure.. " Thurston hopes not to be making an elven etiquette transgression and he focus on what he knows.
" Rooms, right, we will need 7 rooms, just for tonight. How much that would be? dinner and drinks included? "
"Lord and Lady Fairfax say ye'are'our guests," the elf responds in a thick lowland accent, not looking up from the cups he is cleaning. His voice drips with mistrust.
"For tonight." He adds quietly, before sighing and setting his cups down. "I'll show ye where ye can put ye things."
The elf leads Thurston and Vark up a long flight of twirling spiral stairs. Along the way are many doors, each at a different level of the tree. Each is shown to a room of their own. Inside, the rooms are simple, but comfortable, with long single beds and tall wardrobes.
"How considerate for the Lord and the Lady" replies Thurston. "Tell me. What are you drinking? It is mead? Elven Wine? I would cerntaly taste it during the dinner " he says while the ascend the stairs. After leaving his stuff in the room he goes back downstairs and pick a table big enough to have all seated and order the dinner. If they are late when the dinner arrives. Well... he cannot let that excelent food simply got cold and rotten right?
Thurston is set up with a table for the party and served some elven honey-wine, which is not dissimilar to the mead of his homeland, but more syrupy and sweet.
Back at the shop, Bründir meets the standoffish woman with a cordial smile, "We're sent by Sheercleft t'help with yer banditry problem. In good faith, we whipped a party o'them and took their weapons b'fore their friends could get to'em. A little coin as barter, and ye can offer protection to the women and wee ones."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Valaith will join Thurston in acquiring food and a place to eat. After being on the road for the past two days, she looks forward to enjoying something other than dried rations. "What's that,Thurston?" She indicates the drink he is sampling. "Looks like it could be tasty."
The gnome quickly slaps on a customer appropriate smile.
"Don't get much foreign folk round 'ere. Moy stocks a bit short owin' t' the raids, but oy could offer ye a trade f'r some equipment. Word is you lot are goin' out there t' hunt that rotten lot down once an' f'r all."
"Aye, it's true, though I wish Sheercleft had a few more to offer...have anythin' especially good fer scramblin' bunch o' people? Seen brat kids b'fore cut stones in th' mines to points so people'd step on'em in th' dark. Was thinkin' fire's always good fer a stir, but I don' wanna burn yer forest down."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Oy think oy 'ave just the stuff f'r ye, dearie," she answers with a wink, shuffling off into the back of her shop. She returns shortly, with a clinking leather pouch and a prismic glass bottle full of what looks like a violent orange jelly.
"What about these, love?" She asks. "That the kind of thing ye lookin' f'r?"
Dorno had listened intently to Vark's story of the storm giant, his feelings about the story more than evident in the rapidly changing expressions on his face. As the party can already tell, Dorno has no poker face, and other than perhaps trying to look meaner or more determined than he really is when he's in danger, wears every emotion for all to see.
After meeting the Lady Lelfaer and simply smiling at her intently the whole time the others were speaking, Dorno simply says, quite loudly, "thanks Lady!" "We'll help find your friend." He then departs with the others.
The large, curious firbolg eventually finds himself alone wandering the beautiful elven city, admiring every leaf, ray of sun, carefully crafted archway, and well dressed elf he sets his eyes on. He says hello and waves at every single elf that looks at him, and also keeps his eyes out for any tasty vegetarian elven treats. He can't hide his curiosity and lust for any sweets the elves have, but resists the urge to actually reach out and take anything not offered to him, preferring to ask with either words or simply his large, expressive eyes. He'll even pay for a few treats if need be.
Eventually Dorno makes his way to the Inn and rejoins the party. He ducks down to enter through the doorway but, as usual, never seems to trip, bump his head or anything of the sort. Although potentially perceived by some as dim witted, the firbold seems to be quite aware of his the space around him and his surroundings at large, and is nimble enough to avoid damaging much of anything they encounter even in confined spaces.
"Hello friend to giants! Hello little man! Hello big lady! Hello shiny man! Hello one who talks a lot! How's your dinner?"
Dorno is actually unusually warmly received by the elves. They have a close affinity with nature and the fey, and much like the forest gnomes that make their home in Eldren forest, a firbolg is quite welcome amongst them. One elven mother even sees how his eyes follow the candied fruits her children clamour for and gifts Dorno some too. The elven honey-wine served in the inn is also particularly delicious to him.
“Almost done! “ replies Thurston “ But now that you are here, perhaps we could ask for a couple more of meals. I wouldnt let you eat alone my friend... replies smiling.
Dorno thanks the elven mother for the treats and pats her children on the head (if he gets away with it). He's finishing up a treat as he enters the Inn to see the rest of the party.
When Thurston, or anyone else for that matter, refers to him as a friend his ears wiggle a little and he suddenly smiles even more widely. Regarding more meals he simply says "yes please!"
Dorno doesn't drive much conversation over dinner but will gladly respond when spoken to. Otherwise he prefers to listen to tales of everyone's adventures and of the world in general. Most of the time during their travels he is on one of two extremes. He is either listening intently when stories are being told or completely spaced out taking in all of nature's beauty.
With a mouthful of food at one quieter part of the meal he does ask "so we're going to help the nice wizard elf man tomorrow?"
Archie spends his time in his room. His general aloofness has been turned into determination. He begins to get his gear ready. Crossbow on his back, rapier and scimitar at his sides. Strapping two daggers on the chest piece of his armor, one on the right thigh and left lower leg. He makes sure his bolts are sharp before spending some more time with his journals and getting an early bed.
Thurston happily shares some tales of the food and drinks of the inns and taverns that he has found in his travels. After the dinner he offers to pay if they have exceed either food or drink and asks the elf to wake up him just before dawn. He has drink a two or three more drinks of that sweet mead and wants to be sure to be ready when the time to go comes.
He then retires to his room, not without difficulty to walk in a straight line and singing a song in his language. He fell to his bed just after undoning his armor.
Bründir beeams a smile when the woman returns, "I 'spose that'll do th' trick. Le'me get th' cart brought in an' we can talk price."
(Assuming alchemist's fire and caltrops?)
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The gnome nods kindly, glad to do business, and lays the goods aside while she waits for Bründir to lug his loot up into the treetops where she has her shop.
The elf glances over at Thurston as he begins talking.
"They said you'd be bigger," he answers and then hesitates. "...or maybe that was the other one."
"Yes, we have rooms.“
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Vark will meander a bit as the group splits, not sure where to go. Eventually he chooses to follow after Thurston as he sees the man head to what looks like an inn. Sheepishly he'll walk up behind him as he converses with the elf. "Uhm... how many will we need? I guess we could split rooms to save money... uhm, how much per night?" he asks the last question to the elf.
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
"They?.. " he turns around as if there was just behind him talking " uh.. yeah... sure.. " Thurston hopes not to be making an elven etiquette transgression and he focus on what he knows.
" Rooms, right, we will need 7 rooms, just for tonight. How much that would be? dinner and drinks included? "
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"Lord and Lady Fairfax say ye'are'our guests," the elf responds in a thick lowland accent, not looking up from the cups he is cleaning. His voice drips with mistrust.
"For tonight." He adds quietly, before sighing and setting his cups down. "I'll show ye where ye can put ye things."
The elf leads Thurston and Vark up a long flight of twirling spiral stairs. Along the way are many doors, each at a different level of the tree. Each is shown to a room of their own. Inside, the rooms are simple, but comfortable, with long single beds and tall wardrobes.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"How considerate for the Lord and the Lady" replies Thurston. "Tell me. What are you drinking? It is mead? Elven Wine? I would cerntaly taste it during the dinner " he says while the ascend the stairs. After leaving his stuff in the room he goes back downstairs and pick a table big enough to have all seated and order the dinner. If they are late when the dinner arrives. Well... he cannot let that excelent food simply got cold and rotten right?
PbP Character: A few ;)
Thurston is set up with a table for the party and served some elven honey-wine, which is not dissimilar to the mead of his homeland, but more syrupy and sweet.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Back at the shop, Bründir meets the standoffish woman with a cordial smile, "We're sent by Sheercleft t'help with yer banditry problem. In good faith, we whipped a party o'them and took their weapons b'fore their friends could get to'em. A little coin as barter, and ye can offer protection to the women and wee ones."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Valaith will join Thurston in acquiring food and a place to eat. After being on the road for the past two days, she looks forward to enjoying something other than dried rations. "What's that,Thurston?" She indicates the drink he is sampling. "Looks like it could be tasty."
Valaith "Rimehand" Kalukavi - Chronicles of Arden
The gnome quickly slaps on a customer appropriate smile.
"Don't get much foreign folk round 'ere. Moy stocks a bit short owin' t' the raids, but oy could offer ye a trade f'r some equipment. Word is you lot are goin' out there t' hunt that rotten lot down once an' f'r all."
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
"Aye, it's true, though I wish Sheercleft had a few more to offer...have anythin' especially good fer scramblin' bunch o' people? Seen brat kids b'fore cut stones in th' mines to points so people'd step on'em in th' dark. Was thinkin' fire's always good fer a stir, but I don' wanna burn yer forest down."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The old gnome smiles cannily.
"Oy think oy 'ave just the stuff f'r ye, dearie," she answers with a wink, shuffling off into the back of her shop. She returns shortly, with a clinking leather pouch and a prismic glass bottle full of what looks like a violent orange jelly.
"What about these, love?" She asks. "That the kind of thing ye lookin' f'r?"
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
Dorno had listened intently to Vark's story of the storm giant, his feelings about the story more than evident in the rapidly changing expressions on his face. As the party can already tell, Dorno has no poker face, and other than perhaps trying to look meaner or more determined than he really is when he's in danger, wears every emotion for all to see.
After meeting the Lady Lelfaer and simply smiling at her intently the whole time the others were speaking, Dorno simply says, quite loudly, "thanks Lady!" "We'll help find your friend." He then departs with the others.
The large, curious firbolg eventually finds himself alone wandering the beautiful elven city, admiring every leaf, ray of sun, carefully crafted archway, and well dressed elf he sets his eyes on. He says hello and waves at every single elf that looks at him, and also keeps his eyes out for any tasty vegetarian elven treats. He can't hide his curiosity and lust for any sweets the elves have, but resists the urge to actually reach out and take anything not offered to him, preferring to ask with either words or simply his large, expressive eyes. He'll even pay for a few treats if need be.
Eventually Dorno makes his way to the Inn and rejoins the party. He ducks down to enter through the doorway but, as usual, never seems to trip, bump his head or anything of the sort. Although potentially perceived by some as dim witted, the firbold seems to be quite aware of his the space around him and his surroundings at large, and is nimble enough to avoid damaging much of anything they encounter even in confined spaces.
"Hello friend to giants! Hello little man! Hello big lady! Hello shiny man! Hello one who talks a lot! How's your dinner?"
Dorno is actually unusually warmly received by the elves. They have a close affinity with nature and the fey, and much like the forest gnomes that make their home in Eldren forest, a firbolg is quite welcome amongst them. One elven mother even sees how his eyes follow the candied fruits her children clamour for and gifts Dorno some too. The elven honey-wine served in the inn is also particularly delicious to him.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva
“Almost done! “ replies Thurston “ But now that you are here, perhaps we could ask for a couple more of meals. I wouldnt let you eat alone my friend... replies smiling.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Dorno thanks the elven mother for the treats and pats her children on the head (if he gets away with it). He's finishing up a treat as he enters the Inn to see the rest of the party.
When Thurston, or anyone else for that matter, refers to him as a friend his ears wiggle a little and he suddenly smiles even more widely. Regarding more meals he simply says "yes please!"
Dorno doesn't drive much conversation over dinner but will gladly respond when spoken to. Otherwise he prefers to listen to tales of everyone's adventures and of the world in general. Most of the time during their travels he is on one of two extremes. He is either listening intently when stories are being told or completely spaced out taking in all of nature's beauty.
With a mouthful of food at one quieter part of the meal he does ask "so we're going to help the nice wizard elf man tomorrow?"
"Yes, I think we're leaving just before dawn. It will... well there's a good chance we'll have quite the fight on our hands."
Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - Vark Galestone | Half-Orc | Storm Sorcerer
Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - Caio Cypherien | Shadar-Kai | Inquisitor Ranger
Archie spends his time in his room. His general aloofness has been turned into determination. He begins to get his gear ready. Crossbow on his back, rapier and scimitar at his sides. Strapping two daggers on the chest piece of his armor, one on the right thigh and left lower leg. He makes sure his bolts are sharp before spending some more time with his journals and getting an early bed.
Thurston happily shares some tales of the food and drinks of the inns and taverns that he has found in his travels. After the dinner he offers to pay if they have exceed either food or drink and asks the elf to wake up him just before dawn. He has drink a two or three more drinks of that sweet mead and wants to be sure to be ready when the time to go comes.
He then retires to his room, not without difficulty to walk in a straight line and singing a song in his language. He fell to his bed just after undoning his armor.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Bründir beeams a smile when the woman returns, "I 'spose that'll do th' trick. Le'me get th' cart brought in an' we can talk price."
(Assuming alchemist's fire and caltrops?)
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
The gnome nods kindly, glad to do business, and lays the goods aside while she waits for Bründir to lug his loot up into the treetops where she has her shop.
Yes.
The Chronicles of Arden: Sheercleft - DM for Aiden, Bründir, Jex, Thurston, Valaith and Vark
The Chronicles of Arden: Hunters - DM for Alaris, Astrid, Caio and Shiva