"Thanks for the information and the rooms and I will be at the wake promptly" he then looks to his companions "If anyone needs me, I will be in the offered room for a little while before heading out to mail the letter"
He briskly walks to the offered room. Ha won't my family be surprised about my day today. Once in the room he looks for a table and chairs if there are none, he will pick a quiet corner of the Brass Crab to write about his eventful day. Afterwards he seeks out Authur the Bargemaster of Ladies Laughter
"Hello fine sir. I want to send this letter to Port O' Call to the Southern Gale Boatwrights. How much would it cost?"
”I want to head to the market and see those bone puppets!” He smacks Vexi’s arm and says “You wanna go too? Maybe I can find some bread like that. Or try one of those "soulcakes". Do they go well with ale, or cider? Who knows, but I'm about to find out!" He tones down his banter and tries to control the excitement of being in the big town of Vogler, remembering why he is here yet again, but there is a spring in his step as he wants to explore, if he can only convince his buddy to accompany him.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The paladin gives a lighthearted smile as he recalls a faint memory of meeting Becklin years ago. More peaceful times...But he must focus on the present. "Yes, one of them was carrying a staff, and it looked as if the knights had been hit by explosive magic. Unfortunately it escaped while we were taking on the warriors."
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| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep| Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia| Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren| Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron| Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault| Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance |
Liwen took his letter to the river and found Arthur busy loading his large barge with food for Kalaman. Arthur welcomed him and asked for 3 copper pieces for him and a silver for the mail wagon.
Becklin laughed at Vardoks enthusiasm, yes go and find Gladys the kender, I bought one myself, the dragon puppet is very skilled work. While you are there try the cider at Red Annies stall, she hides away the best but you have a gift with words. Don't eat too much there, we have a grand feast planned here, be back by nightfall.
Becklin listened to Cassian with a deep frown, Did it look any different from the others, colour of scales for instance? Sounds like a lightning bolt spell. If it's part of a bandit group we need to find them, worse case scenario they are a scouting party for the Dragon Army.
He pays with 1 steel coin and pockets the change "Thank you for your service" He then admires the buoyancy of the barge. After that he examines the map and walks towards the market in search for incense worth 10gp as he needed it to summon a familiar. Though at times he slows to admire the festivities.
Kaelthor inclined his head to Becklin in silent thanks, his hand tightening slightly on the staff as he absorbed her words. “The Vallenwood will do,” he said quietly. “More than well enough.” There was a faint glimmer in his eyes — reverence perhaps, or relief — before he added, “I would speak a while with its keeper.”
He excused himself with a respectful bow of the head and slipped from the warmth of the Brass Crab into the cool air outside. The bustle of the streets faded behind him as he made his way toward the village circle, guided more by instinct than memory. The great tree awaited there, its vast trunk like a living monument. As he approached, his steps slowed, reverent, each one quieter than the last.
When he reached the roots, Kaelthor placed a hand against the bark, closing his eyes to listen — not for voices, but for breath, for the pulse of life within the wood. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them — the druid and the ancient tree — and he whispered low enough for only the wind and whatever spirits might linger there to hear, then he enters the tree's sanctuary.
The smaller kender laughs at Vardok's words and happily chases after them as they head towards the festival. She waves back at Becklin as they exit the Brass Crab, pleased with how friendly the female knight was. Turning to her friend, "What an eventful day! Do you think Ispen had days like this all the time when he was out traveling? My word, now that would be the life! And a bone puppet?? Wowee. Yes! Some cider sounds delicious! Let's go" and she bounds ahead, looking for that fancy baker Becklin mentioned.
The gnome listened to the conversations between the knights, he watched as the wizard and the druid departed separately, then the Kender. He fumbled with casual conversations with the nobles and only interjected rather small talk from a small one such as himself. He felt a bit odd at this particular moment.
"Perhaps Ispin didn't have any relatives left, but I don't believe he lacked family. Howmanyletterssuchasoursweresentout,ifyouplease?"He turned red with embarrassment as he caught himself shifting on to the gnomish way of speaking.
Shortly thereafter, he too departed the Brass Crab to wander the festival streets. After a while he found himself having a quiet time looking at the water of the harbor. His thoughts adrift like the boats there. Thought of Ispin and their own adventure. Thought of the group he'd recently met on the road here. Thought of the draconians, and what else he might recall of them. He gave a small prayer in the quiet space. "If there are troubling times ahead, grant us the ability to meet it. But also, grant us a reprieve to honor our friend."
Salty would return to the Brass Crab well before the memorial, magical music box in hand, ready to listen to the others and celebrate Ispin as he'd wished
Vordok laughs and runs along outside with Vexi, saying as he goes, “Bone puppets! Can’t wait! Let’s go, c’mon slowpoke! I’ll buy ya a cider, my treat!” And he runs along to take in the sights and find these puppets and foodstuffs, being mindful to not overfill (not possible) before returning for the feast at nightfall. His head is on a swivel as he takes in the sights, sounds and smells of this exciting new place..
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Becklin smiled at Salty, you are right he had no family to speak of left. I sent out twenty invitations as per his will. He didn't know if everybody was still alive and able to travel. I'm glad that some of you came. From what he said you'd like the docks and improving the designs of the many barges and boats there. The harbour master is Jacob Fellbert.
Becklin didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the two eager Kender raced for the door. Perhaps later she'd tell them about the courageous Kronin Thistleknotthe Kender general who had beaten back the Dragon Army fighting for Kenderhome. An army of Kender, it was an astounding idea, but they'd managed to kill the Highlord before the Army withdrew.
As Kaelthor entered the tree he found a small altar with a horn placed on it, the smell of sage in the air. He felt an intense feeling of peace pervade him, a green light that flowed through his body and he could swear that he was in a great forest that spread for miles. It was an image of what Vogler used to look like. The energy of the tree flooded him until he felt well rested within.
Vardok and Vexi took a quick look at the map then sped off to find the puppeteer.
Gladys' stall was behind an awning of canvas gaily striped. They watched as a gold dragon flew across the tents stage to fight a blue dragon. A knight sat on the gold dragon. Damn it she cried I need more hands. She stuck her head out of the canvas and grinned at the two kender, you'll do! Want to play with a puppet? It's just a show for the children. You can pick one from my wares to keep as payment.
The paladin frowns in thought, jaw clinching slightly as he tries to remember any details about the caster only to be met with the horrid sight of the last knight being killed before their eyes. He shakes his head. "I didn't notice anything else. My apologies. I do believe they will strike again if given the chance, scouts or not."
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| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep| Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia| Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren| Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron| Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault| Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance |
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Liwen
"Thanks for the information and the rooms and I will be at the wake promptly" he then looks to his companions "If anyone needs me, I will be in the offered room for a little while before heading out to mail the letter"
He briskly walks to the offered room. Ha won't my family be surprised about my day today. Once in the room he looks for a table and chairs if there are none, he will pick a quiet corner of the Brass Crab to write about his eventful day. Afterwards he seeks out Authur the Bargemaster of Ladies Laughter
"Hello fine sir. I want to send this letter to Port O' Call to the Southern Gale Boatwrights. How much would it cost?"
Vardok
”I want to head to the market and see those bone puppets!” He smacks Vexi’s arm and says “You wanna go too? Maybe I can find some bread like that. Or try one of those "soulcakes". Do they go well with ale, or cider? Who knows, but I'm about to find out!" He tones down his banter and tries to control the excitement of being in the big town of Vogler, remembering why he is here yet again, but there is a spring in his step as he wants to explore, if he can only convince his buddy to accompany him.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Cassian
The paladin gives a lighthearted smile as he recalls a faint memory of meeting Becklin years ago. More peaceful times...But he must focus on the present. "Yes, one of them was carrying a staff, and it looked as if the knights had been hit by explosive magic. Unfortunately it escaped while we were taking on the warriors."
| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance |
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Liwen took his letter to the river and found Arthur busy loading his large barge with food for Kalaman. Arthur welcomed him and asked for 3 copper pieces for him and a silver for the mail wagon.
Becklin laughed at Vardoks enthusiasm, yes go and find Gladys the kender, I bought one myself, the dragon puppet is very skilled work. While you are there try the cider at Red Annies stall, she hides away the best but you have a gift with words. Don't eat too much there, we have a grand feast planned here, be back by nightfall.
Becklin listened to Cassian with a deep frown, Did it look any different from the others, colour of scales for instance? Sounds like a lightning bolt spell. If it's part of a bandit group we need to find them, worse case scenario they are a scouting party for the Dragon Army.
Liwen
He pays with 1 steel coin and pockets the change "Thank you for your service" He then admires the buoyancy of the barge. After that he examines the map and walks towards the market in search for incense worth 10gp as he needed it to summon a familiar. Though at times he slows to admire the festivities.
Kaelthor
Kaelthor inclined his head to Becklin in silent thanks, his hand tightening slightly on the staff as he absorbed her words. “The Vallenwood will do,” he said quietly. “More than well enough.” There was a faint glimmer in his eyes — reverence perhaps, or relief — before he added, “I would speak a while with its keeper.”
He excused himself with a respectful bow of the head and slipped from the warmth of the Brass Crab into the cool air outside. The bustle of the streets faded behind him as he made his way toward the village circle, guided more by instinct than memory. The great tree awaited there, its vast trunk like a living monument. As he approached, his steps slowed, reverent, each one quieter than the last.
When he reached the roots, Kaelthor placed a hand against the bark, closing his eyes to listen — not for voices, but for breath, for the pulse of life within the wood. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them — the druid and the ancient tree — and he whispered low enough for only the wind and whatever spirits might linger there to hear, then he enters the tree's sanctuary.
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Vexi
The smaller kender laughs at Vardok's words and happily chases after them as they head towards the festival. She waves back at Becklin as they exit the Brass Crab, pleased with how friendly the female knight was. Turning to her friend, "What an eventful day! Do you think Ispen had days like this all the time when he was out traveling? My word, now that would be the life! And a bone puppet?? Wowee. Yes! Some cider sounds delicious! Let's go" and she bounds ahead, looking for that fancy baker Becklin mentioned.
Salty
The gnome listened to the conversations between the knights, he watched as the wizard and the druid departed separately, then the Kender. He fumbled with casual conversations with the nobles and only interjected rather small talk from a small one such as himself. He felt a bit odd at this particular moment.
"Perhaps Ispin didn't have any relatives left, but I don't believe he lacked family. Howmanyletterssuchasoursweresentout,ifyouplease?" He turned red with embarrassment as he caught himself shifting on to the gnomish way of speaking.
Shortly thereafter, he too departed the Brass Crab to wander the festival streets. After a while he found himself having a quiet time looking at the water of the harbor. His thoughts adrift like the boats there. Thought of Ispin and their own adventure. Thought of the group he'd recently met on the road here. Thought of the draconians, and what else he might recall of them. He gave a small prayer in the quiet space. "If there are troubling times ahead, grant us the ability to meet it. But also, grant us a reprieve to honor our friend."
Salty would return to the Brass Crab well before the memorial, magical music box in hand, ready to listen to the others and celebrate Ispin as he'd wished
Vardok
Vordok laughs and runs along outside with Vexi, saying as he goes, “Bone puppets! Can’t wait! Let’s go, c’mon slowpoke! I’ll buy ya a cider, my treat!” And he runs along to take in the sights and find these puppets and foodstuffs, being mindful to not overfill (not possible) before returning for the feast at nightfall. His head is on a swivel as he takes in the sights, sounds and smells of this exciting new place..
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
DM
Becklin smiled at Salty, you are right he had no family to speak of left. I sent out twenty invitations as per his will. He didn't know if everybody was still alive and able to travel. I'm glad that some of you came. From what he said you'd like the docks and improving the designs of the many barges and boats there. The harbour master is Jacob Fellbert.
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Becklin didn't know whether to laugh or cry as the two eager Kender raced for the door. Perhaps later she'd tell them about the courageous Kronin Thistleknot the Kender general who had beaten back the Dragon Army fighting for Kenderhome. An army of Kender, it was an astounding idea, but they'd managed to kill the Highlord before the Army withdrew.
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As Kaelthor entered the tree he found a small altar with a horn placed on it, the smell of sage in the air. He felt an intense feeling of peace pervade him, a green light that flowed through his body and he could swear that he was in a great forest that spread for miles. It was an image of what Vogler used to look like. The energy of the tree flooded him until he felt well rested within.
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Vardok and Vexi took a quick look at the map then sped off to find the puppeteer.
Gladys' stall was behind an awning of canvas gaily striped. They watched as a gold dragon flew across the tents stage to fight a blue dragon. A knight sat on the gold dragon. Damn it she cried I need more hands. She stuck her head out of the canvas and grinned at the two kender, you'll do! Want to play with a puppet? It's just a show for the children. You can pick one from my wares to keep as payment.
Cassian
The paladin frowns in thought, jaw clinching slightly as he tries to remember any details about the caster only to be met with the horrid sight of the last knight being killed before their eyes. He shakes his head. "I didn't notice anything else. My apologies. I do believe they will strike again if given the chance, scouts or not."
| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Teryn - High Elf Archfey Warlock - Runewarren | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance |