You find yourselves at the Ol' Boar Inn in the small farming town of Oakhurst. The Ol' Boar is the only place in town to get a hot meal, so travelers and locals alike tend to congregate there. Garon, the portly bartender, serves food, ale and rumors in equal measure to those interested.
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
After a long day of traveling Alexander finally finds himself in Oakhurst. Wanting a place to rest and maybe a hot meal he heads to the local inn, the Ol' Boar. After hearing about the legend of the Sunless Citadel, he decided to make his way there and look into it. He hoped that this would be the first step in helping restore his family's name and if the stories were true then glory and treasure held inside would help a lot. Walking into the inn he walks up to the bar and orders a drink, "Bartender, if you don't mind an ale please and whatever meal is on the menu. I've come a long way and need something to wash the dust out of my throat and fill my empty stomach."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
"Of course," Garon says, pouring an ale for Alexander. "I'll have the cook staff put together a hot meal I think you'll like right away." With that he heads into the back for a few minutes, before returning. "Is there anything else I can do for you? You don't look like you're from around these parts."
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
Taking a sip of ale he answers the bartenders question, "In fact I'm not from around here, I hail up near Waterdeep. It wasn't until I heard rumors of the area that I decided to travel out this way. Being a local you might be able to help with that. Do you know anything about the Sunless Citadel?" Thinking for a moment he adds one last thing, "O, by the way the names Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont, Alex will be fine for such a casual setting as this." Alexander takes another sip of his ale and holds out his hand for the bartender to shake.
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Looking up from her book, A robed, hooded figure quietly eye's the newcomer sitting two seats down from her at the bar; her golden eyes giving a cursory once-over the weary looking individual. "Ah, you too are curious about the Citadel?" She says as she turns to face Alexander.
A familiar sight around the Ol' Boar Inn having spent the last few days in town, Oswald has tried handing one of his many business cards to each patron of the tavern on at least one occasion. A few litter the tables and bar, more have been used to feed the hearth.
Spotting a newcomer at the bar, Oswald ruffles his already madcap hair in an attempt to make himself look more presentable. Sauntering over to the human at the bar, he extends a hand with his card and coughs lightly. "You look like a discerning gentleman if you don't mind me saying so sir, a well to do sort, can I offer my card, perhaps you're in need of my services?"
Forcing the card into a barely offered hand, Oswald clambers onto the next stool and tries his most winnimg smilel. "Oswald Muckbuckle, Chief Surveyor and co-founder of Muckbuckle and Raulnor Dungeon Management Services. Construction, repair, surveying and clearance undertaken for all clients with agendas both nefarious and benign. At Muckbuckle and Raulnor, your lair is our affair. Now sir, you seem the sort to have ancestral holdings, am I correct? Tricky things to maintain ancient dungeons. Monsters to upkeep, traps to maintain." Oswald moves his eyes to Garon then back to the human, "Although no undertaking is too small, we tailor our approach to your needs. We quote without obligation following a short survey." Turning to face Garon now, "This man's cellar for example, at this very bar," bringing his hand down, slapping the top of the bar for emphasis "Why, we could offer alarmed entrances, automated barrel transport," Oswald narrows his eyes and drops his voice "Goblins to serve as sentries?"
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
Looking over at the hooded figure begins to think this may work in his favor. If they were looking for it to or at least had information this could be a very fruitful meeting. "Aye, I'm indeed interested in the Citadel, fame and fortune to be found inside, who wouldn't be curious. As I told this fine bartender you can call me Alex. Maybe we can work together, that is if you wouldn't mind the help."
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Irina blinks twice, caught off guard by the gnome which just sat on the barstool between her and Alex and his sudden sales pitch. gathering her composure, she replies to Alex "Greetings Alex, my name is Irina, I am a wizard and alchemist, and an avid historian, I came to Oakhurst curious to see the Citadel, I'd gladly accept some assistance if you are willing, you seem a capable sort". Finishing her introduction she looks at the gnome, trying to see if she has heard of his business before in her dealings with the merchant guilds. Can I make a History check to see if I've heard of his company before?
"Interested in the citadel, are you?" Garon looks Alex and Irina over. "I suppose it's no use telling you to stay away from those parts; you seem the adventurous sorts. If you've your mind set on the place, I would talk with the merchant Kerowyn Hecrule; her son and daughter left for the place as adventurers about a month ago and haven't been seen since, she's offering a reward for their return I hear."
Garon then eyes Oswald. "I've told you we don't want your business, especially not any business involving goblins; got enough trouble with them in these parts."
Irina hasn't heard of this strange business of dungeon maintenance before.
Slightly incredulous of Oswald and eager to turn the conversation away from this awkward direction, Irina turns to Garon, sliding him a gold piece, "Thank you for the lead sir, do you get many people coming in and inquiring about the citadel?".
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
Taken aback by the sudden appearance of the fast talking Gnome and his rude interruption of his conversation, he his at a loss for words for a few moments. "Excuse me sir, what is it you say you do? Maintain dungeons? Even if my ancestral ho,e hadn't been destroyed by the eruption of Mount Hotenow 30 years ago I don't think we had any dungeons on the property. Now if you have any talents in dungeon delving I don't think I have anything for you."
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
"Well, of course the Hecrule siblings, Talgen and Sharwyn, came by to discuss their plans to explore the citadel. They went with a ranger named Karakas and a paladin, Sir Braford. As to others, a gnome came by recently inquiring about the place, and about ten years ago a grim man traveling with a giant frog came asking pointed questions. Beyond that, not so much; goblins are said to infest the citadel and not many want anything to do with the likes of them."
Oswald turns sharply on his seat, facing Irina, another business card in his outstretched hand. "Madam, apologies. Any job taken, from the most labyrinthine dungeon to your first lair. Bear us in mind...." Turning to face Garon again, "If goblins aren't in vogue, maybe a trained bear? More efficient than a guard dog, and more economical. Let me know."
Ruffling his hair, he turns back to Irina, then to Alex, pointing to himself, "Call me Sprocket by the way, everyone does."
Irina's eyebrow raises at the mention of a giant frog," Sounds like it attracts some peculiar visitors! Have you had trouble with goblins in the past?" She then turns to Oswald, accepting his business card and smiling at him, she then looks to Alex, trying to quell any unrest: "Wait a second, if Mr. Muckbuckle is adept at traversing dungeons, it may be worthwhile to have him accompany us...."
"Plenty of trouble with the goblins, especially recently; livestock have been mutilated and people traveling the Old Road have gone missing. Odd ongoing occurrences, too. Every midsummer the goblins come to try to sell us a strange golden apple, which we buy; the fruit has the power to heal seemingly any illness. We try to plant the seeds of the fruit, but every year once the plants grow into leafless shrubs they disappear without a trace! Probably the goblins are stealing them back so we can't grow our own golden apples. One midwinter the goblins sold us a pure white apple, which turned out to be poisonous! We haven't bought any of those since."
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
With a heavy sigh Alexander turns to Muckbuckle, "If you would like to join us, Irina and I are looking into the Sunless Citadel." Thinking for a second it hits him that one of the ones that went in was a Paladin. Knowing that it's a long shot that the bartender would know he decides to ask anyway. "Garon, would you happen to know if this Sir Braford was part of the Order of Samular? I ask because I'm a paladin of that order myself and it worries me that a fellow paladin may have went missing."
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“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Irina listens with a serious countenance, however, at the mention of the magical fruit Irina leans forward, excited at the strange phenomenon, "Truly intriguing! It truly cures any illness?" Irina inquires eagerly. Can I make an Intelligence check to see if I've ever heard of such a magical fruit before?
(Sure, roll for it.) "We've used it one year to cure a man's blindness, another a woman's leprosy; I can't say for sure that it cures all ills but it's proven itself worth the gold the goblins charge."
Garon shakes his head. "I believe Sir Braford was a Pelorite, if I recall correctly; he was not from around here, I didn't get to learn much about him."
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Oswald
Nodding to both Irina and Alex, "My services include some dungeon delving, and in truth a citadel is not all that different from a mine or what have you." His hand drifts nonchalantly through the air as he speaks. "But please, Mr Muckbuckle is my father. I am either Oswald or Sprocket." While chatting, he strains to think of anything he can remember about the citadel.
Act 1 - Oakhurst
You find yourselves at the Ol' Boar Inn in the small farming town of Oakhurst. The Ol' Boar is the only place in town to get a hot meal, so travelers and locals alike tend to congregate there. Garon, the portly bartender, serves food, ale and rumors in equal measure to those interested.
(Introduce yourselves.)
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
After a long day of traveling Alexander finally finds himself in Oakhurst. Wanting a place to rest and maybe a hot meal he heads to the local inn, the Ol' Boar. After hearing about the legend of the Sunless Citadel, he decided to make his way there and look into it. He hoped that this would be the first step in helping restore his family's name and if the stories were true then glory and treasure held inside would help a lot. Walking into the inn he walks up to the bar and orders a drink, "Bartender, if you don't mind an ale please and whatever meal is on the menu. I've come a long way and need something to wash the dust out of my throat and fill my empty stomach."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
"Of course," Garon says, pouring an ale for Alexander. "I'll have the cook staff put together a hot meal I think you'll like right away." With that he heads into the back for a few minutes, before returning. "Is there anything else I can do for you? You don't look like you're from around these parts."
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
Taking a sip of ale he answers the bartenders question, "In fact I'm not from around here, I hail up near Waterdeep. It wasn't until I heard rumors of the area that I decided to travel out this way. Being a local you might be able to help with that. Do you know anything about the Sunless Citadel?" Thinking for a moment he adds one last thing, "O, by the way the names Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont, Alex will be fine for such a casual setting as this." Alexander takes another sip of his ale and holds out his hand for the bartender to shake.
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Irina Averno
Lvl 1| Variant Tiefling Wizard
Looking up from her book, A robed, hooded figure quietly eye's the newcomer sitting two seats down from her at the bar; her golden eyes giving a cursory once-over the weary looking individual. "Ah, you too are curious about the Citadel?" She says as she turns to face Alexander.
Oswald
A familiar sight around the Ol' Boar Inn having spent the last few days in town, Oswald has tried handing one of his many business cards to each patron of the tavern on at least one occasion. A few litter the tables and bar, more have been used to feed the hearth.
Spotting a newcomer at the bar, Oswald ruffles his already madcap hair in an attempt to make himself look more presentable. Sauntering over to the human at the bar, he extends a hand with his card and coughs lightly. "You look like a discerning gentleman if you don't mind me saying so sir, a well to do sort, can I offer my card, perhaps you're in need of my services?"
Forcing the card into a barely offered hand, Oswald clambers onto the next stool and tries his most winnimg smilel. "Oswald Muckbuckle, Chief Surveyor and co-founder of Muckbuckle and Raulnor Dungeon Management Services. Construction, repair, surveying and clearance undertaken for all clients with agendas both nefarious and benign. At Muckbuckle and Raulnor, your lair is our affair. Now sir, you seem the sort to have ancestral holdings, am I correct? Tricky things to maintain ancient dungeons. Monsters to upkeep, traps to maintain." Oswald moves his eyes to Garon then back to the human, "Although no undertaking is too small, we tailor our approach to your needs. We quote without obligation following a short survey." Turning to face Garon now, "This man's cellar for example, at this very bar," bringing his hand down, slapping the top of the bar for emphasis "Why, we could offer alarmed entrances, automated barrel transport," Oswald narrows his eyes and drops his voice "Goblins to serve as sentries?"
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
Looking over at the hooded figure begins to think this may work in his favor. If they were looking for it to or at least had information this could be a very fruitful meeting. "Aye, I'm indeed interested in the Citadel, fame and fortune to be found inside, who wouldn't be curious. As I told this fine bartender you can call me Alex. Maybe we can work together, that is if you wouldn't mind the help."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Irina blinks twice, caught off guard by the gnome which just sat on the barstool between her and Alex and his sudden sales pitch. gathering her composure, she replies to Alex "Greetings Alex, my name is Irina, I am a wizard and alchemist, and an avid historian, I came to Oakhurst curious to see the Citadel, I'd gladly accept some assistance if you are willing, you seem a capable sort". Finishing her introduction she looks at the gnome, trying to see if she has heard of his business before in her dealings with the merchant guilds. Can I make a History check to see if I've heard of his company before?
"Interested in the citadel, are you?" Garon looks Alex and Irina over. "I suppose it's no use telling you to stay away from those parts; you seem the adventurous sorts. If you've your mind set on the place, I would talk with the merchant Kerowyn Hecrule; her son and daughter left for the place as adventurers about a month ago and haven't been seen since, she's offering a reward for their return I hear."
Garon then eyes Oswald. "I've told you we don't want your business, especially not any business involving goblins; got enough trouble with them in these parts."
Irina hasn't heard of this strange business of dungeon maintenance before.
Slightly incredulous of Oswald and eager to turn the conversation away from this awkward direction, Irina turns to Garon, sliding him a gold piece, "Thank you for the lead sir, do you get many people coming in and inquiring about the citadel?".
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
Taken aback by the sudden appearance of the fast talking Gnome and his rude interruption of his conversation, he his at a loss for words for a few moments. "Excuse me sir, what is it you say you do? Maintain dungeons? Even if my ancestral ho,e hadn't been destroyed by the eruption of Mount Hotenow 30 years ago I don't think we had any dungeons on the property. Now if you have any talents in dungeon delving I don't think I have anything for you."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
"Well, of course the Hecrule siblings, Talgen and Sharwyn, came by to discuss their plans to explore the citadel. They went with a ranger named Karakas and a paladin, Sir Braford. As to others, a gnome came by recently inquiring about the place, and about ten years ago a grim man traveling with a giant frog came asking pointed questions. Beyond that, not so much; goblins are said to infest the citadel and not many want anything to do with the likes of them."
Oswald
Oswald turns sharply on his seat, facing Irina, another business card in his outstretched hand. "Madam, apologies. Any job taken, from the most labyrinthine dungeon to your first lair. Bear us in mind...." Turning to face Garon again, "If goblins aren't in vogue, maybe a trained bear? More efficient than a guard dog, and more economical. Let me know."
Ruffling his hair, he turns back to Irina, then to Alex, pointing to himself, "Call me Sprocket by the way, everyone does."
Irina's eyebrow raises at the mention of a giant frog," Sounds like it attracts some peculiar visitors! Have you had trouble with goblins in the past?" She then turns to Oswald, accepting his business card and smiling at him, she then looks to Alex, trying to quell any unrest: "Wait a second, if Mr. Muckbuckle is adept at traversing dungeons, it may be worthwhile to have him accompany us...."
"Plenty of trouble with the goblins, especially recently; livestock have been mutilated and people traveling the Old Road have gone missing. Odd ongoing occurrences, too. Every midsummer the goblins come to try to sell us a strange golden apple, which we buy; the fruit has the power to heal seemingly any illness. We try to plant the seeds of the fruit, but every year once the plants grow into leafless shrubs they disappear without a trace! Probably the goblins are stealing them back so we can't grow our own golden apples. One midwinter the goblins sold us a pure white apple, which turned out to be poisonous! We haven't bought any of those since."
Alexander Wenzel Eusebius Beaumont
Lvl 1 | Human | Paladin
With a heavy sigh Alexander turns to Muckbuckle, "If you would like to join us, Irina and I are looking into the Sunless Citadel." Thinking for a second it hits him that one of the ones that went in was a Paladin. Knowing that it's a long shot that the bartender would know he decides to ask anyway. "Garon, would you happen to know if this Sir Braford was part of the Order of Samular? I ask because I'm a paladin of that order myself and it worries me that a fellow paladin may have went missing."
“Spirit. In every language in all the Realms, surface and Underdark, in every time and every place, the word has a ring of strength and determination. It is the hero's strength, the mother's resilience and the poor man's armor. It cannot be broken and it cannot be taken away.”
Irina listens with a serious countenance, however, at the mention of the magical fruit Irina leans forward, excited at the strange phenomenon, "Truly intriguing! It truly cures any illness?" Irina inquires eagerly. Can I make an Intelligence check to see if I've ever heard of such a magical fruit before?
(Sure, roll for it.) "We've used it one year to cure a man's blindness, another a woman's leprosy; I can't say for sure that it cures all ills but it's proven itself worth the gold the goblins charge."Garon shakes his head. "I believe Sir Braford was a Pelorite, if I recall correctly; he was not from around here, I didn't get to learn much about him."
Oswald
Nodding to both Irina and Alex, "My services include some dungeon delving, and in truth a citadel is not all that different from a mine or what have you." His hand drifts nonchalantly through the air as he speaks. "But please, Mr Muckbuckle is my father. I am either Oswald or Sprocket." While chatting, he strains to think of anything he can remember about the citadel.
History check - 15
Hunhow has just entered the town, looking for a place to stay. He makes his way to the Ol' Boar, desiring to fill his belly after a day of traveling.
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