You stoke the fire a bit, and the additional light does add a bit more cheer to puppets demeanor. After a moment Din Timaeus downs the rest of his brew and says, “ well gentlemen. Was great to make your acquaintance, and to enjoy a drink you. I best be going, i have some to attend to before i head out of town myself.”
he pulls the hood up on his cloak and heads towards the door. Nobody seeming to notice him as he passes them and out into the night.
Karl turns to Caine, "Seems big elf no talky more. We sleep now?"
Though a little disconcerted by Din's spooky predictions he keeps his cool. Although he does perhaps lock the door to his bedroom... and move over the dresser as a makeshift barricade for the window... and use his rope to set up a small trap to hit anyone that enters through the locked door with a falling handaxe... and sleep with greataxe like it's a teddy bear.
As you settle into your rooms for the evening, belly full of food and drink, you wonder why the elf said what he said. The storm picks up steam and the winds begin to howl. Shudders clacking against windows and rain tip tapping on roof tiles as you drift off to sleep.
During the night you rest well and wake up refreshed and eager to get on the road. Questions about the things the fat elf said still linger in your mind as you prepare to make the journey westward. ( you can each roll a d20x20 to figure out your likely earning from the adventure season. Use it to purchase whatever travel items you might want. We wont rp the shopping, just make a post on what you get to start the day. You will be heading out the west road which will pass the farm and lead to the fork)
The Morning sun breaks through the gaps in the shutters, and the storm has cleared out. The air is starkly cooler than the day prior and the cold front has settled in. The streets are filled with shattered pumpkins, leaves and branches from the storm and what was well compacted dirt road is now a muddy mess. You see many town folk hitching their wagons filled with their belongings trying to beat the weather. Most often a mere handful of families remain in the town over winter, they are of hardier stock and well prepared to have little contact with the outside for the duration. While going about your preparations you catch snippets of conversations about abandoned wagons on the road out of town, one person swore they saw old Silas the pickle seller wandering about last night. Silas had died earlier in the year, crushed under a load of barrels in a freak accident, so it couldn’t possibly be him. Others told of people going missing without a trace…
You stoke the fire a bit, and the additional light does add a bit more cheer to puppets demeanor. After a moment Din Timaeus downs the rest of his brew and says, “ well gentlemen. Was great to make your acquaintance, and to enjoy a drink you. I best be going, i have some to attend to before i head out of town myself.”
he pulls the hood up on his cloak and heads towards the door. Nobody seeming to notice him as he passes them and out into the night.
Karl turns to Caine, "Seems big elf no talky more. We sleep now?"
Though a little disconcerted by Din's spooky predictions he keeps his cool. Although he does perhaps lock the door to his bedroom... and move over the dresser as a makeshift barricade for the window... and use his rope to set up a small trap to hit anyone that enters through the locked door with a falling handaxe... and sleep with greataxe like it's a teddy bear.
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Belolonandalogalo, Sunny |
Eggo Lass, Bone and Oblivion | Tendilius Mondhaven Paxaramus, Drakkenheim
Karl Erikson, No Guts No Glory |
Silverwood Group 1 | Silverwood Group 2 | Hacking the Hackett
Get rickrolled here. Awesome music here. Track 51, 10/23/25, Viva La Vida
As you settle into your rooms for the evening, belly full of food and drink, you wonder why the elf said what he said. The storm picks up steam and the winds begin to howl. Shudders clacking against windows and rain tip tapping on roof tiles as you drift off to sleep.
OOC sorry, I just fell asleep.
( no problem, we will continue as regular pbp )
During the night you rest well and wake up refreshed and eager to get on the road. Questions about the things the fat elf said still linger in your mind as you prepare to make the journey westward.
( you can each roll a d20x20 to figure out your likely earning from the adventure season. Use it to purchase whatever travel items you might want. We wont rp the shopping, just make a post on what you get to start the day. You will be heading out the west road which will pass the farm and lead to the fork)
The Morning sun breaks through the gaps in the shutters, and the storm has cleared out. The air is starkly cooler than the day prior and the cold front has settled in. The streets are filled with shattered pumpkins, leaves and branches from the storm and what was well compacted dirt road is now a muddy mess. You see many town folk hitching their wagons filled with their belongings trying to beat the weather. Most often a mere handful of families remain in the town over winter, they are of hardier stock and well prepared to have little contact with the outside for the duration. While going about your preparations you catch snippets of conversations about abandoned wagons on the road out of town, one person swore they saw old Silas the pickle seller wandering about last night. Silas had died earlier in the year, crushed under a load of barrels in a freak accident, so it couldn’t possibly be him. Others told of people going missing without a trace…
Here is the town map:
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[[ probably gonna look for scale mail, shield, and battleaxe / greatsword. If there's anything you guys want to pool money on lemme know. ]]
This is a signature. It was a simple signature. But it has been upgraded.
Belolonandalogalo, Sunny |
Eggo Lass, Bone and Oblivion | Tendilius Mondhaven Paxaramus, Drakkenheim
Karl Erikson, No Guts No Glory |
Silverwood Group 1 | Silverwood Group 2 | Hacking the Hackett
Get rickrolled here. Awesome music here. Track 51, 10/23/25, Viva La Vida
[[ Quoting for posterity. Will edit later with my shopping list. ]]
EDITS
//decided against getting a greatsword; playing a barbarian in a one-shot so may as well embrace the chaos of the greataxe
//weaponry
Scale Mail: 50gp
Shield: 10gp
Subtotal: 60gp
//gear
Caltrops x2: 2gp
Ball Bearings x2: 2gp
Crowbar: 2gp
Bell: 1gp
Dragonchess Set: 1gp
Hunting Trap x2: 10gp
Oil Flask x10: 1gp
Piton x20: 1gp
Tent: 2gp
Hammer: 1gp
Subtotal: 23gp
//special attacks
Acid Vial x3: 75gp
Alchemist Fire: 50gp
Subtotal: 125gp
[[ still doing some thinking, debating if I want to shift around to get a second alchemist's fire ]]
//had considered a mount, but probably would end being more a hassle unless we all went with mounted trappings
Riding Horse: 75gp
Military Saddle: 20gp
Hide Barding: 40gp
Saddlebags: 4gp
Bit and Bridle: 2gp
Feed Per day (4): 0.2gp
Subtotal: 141.2gp
This is a signature. It was a simple signature. But it has been upgraded.
Belolonandalogalo, Sunny |
Eggo Lass, Bone and Oblivion | Tendilius Mondhaven Paxaramus, Drakkenheim
Karl Erikson, No Guts No Glory |
Silverwood Group 1 | Silverwood Group 2 | Hacking the Hackett
Get rickrolled here. Awesome music here. Track 51, 10/23/25, Viva La Vida