Momo is enjoying the breakfast. As he is alone, in the solitude he is wondering if he should get a room to enjoy tomorrow breakfast? After all, there is no rush to go no where in particular. He doesn't have any place to be.
We're sitting by you, you're not by yourself =)
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Faldres gives Dors a hug. "Thank you Dors. For everything." Grabs his stuff and heads out to the tavern in Lyrey
"Well, you're welcome. Being able to give this advice is always the best job. Now, don't overestimate yourself, Faldres! You may be searching for an adventure, but don't start it out tipsy!" He shouts the last part as you slowly stroll out of view, heading towards the tavern.
As you three head out of the tavern (and as Faldres walks towards it), each hoping to look around town a little bit, you're immediately accosted by vibrant colors, blaring noise, and flying banners. As your eyes adjust to the picture, you see that someone's coming into town --- although you don't recognize the emblem, a white eagle, talons spread, against a backdrop of blood-red, you'd bet your life that a noble's in the large carriage slowly making its way through the crowds.
"All hail the Great, Mighty Lord of Folwyn, the Protector of the Lands, Guardian of the People..." The herald continues on like this for a while, trumpets ringing in your ears while he lists strings of confusing titles bestowed upon this lord. But, finally --- just as you think that an entire day would be spent listening to this, the carriage shakes, and a man steps out.
A rather remarkable man, as well --- a horse and a half in height, and you'd reckon just the same in width from first impressions. His large, oily blond hair drips over his boyish face, and he surveys the crowd curiously, as if searching for someone. Passing you all, he suddenly stops --- looking curiously at each and every one of you. Guards approach, and you think that you're about to face punishment --- but then, he snorts and continues on. As he walks, he begins to speak to the townsfolk --- "I shall let you know that I am looking for a thief. A thief, one who stole my prize horse. And they have come here, I know it."
"Perhaps none of you have stolen my horse. But I implore - if you hear word of this person, send word to me. It is one of my greatest treasures, and I should hate to...destroy this town to get it back. I will offer a fine reward for anyone who finds it and returns it to my abode."
With that, he steps back into the carriage, wood creaking under his feet. With that, they're off, and people continue to go about their day --- as if nothing had happened.
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Momo turns his head looking toward his breakfast mates...then back at the pub/dining place.
Normally I am not one to care about a lord and his fiefdom town, but that breakfast was so good, I would hate to lose that spot. I guess I might go look for that horse...maybe get a free breakfast to boot.
After seeing his new mates remarks, states..."I doubt that the horse came in from the main road. Any of you good at tracking? Maybe..." smiles as he thinks of breakfast..."we should take a waddle...I mean walk around the towns perimeter and see if we can find incoming tracks?"
"It would have helped if he gave a description. 'Hey, have you seen a horse?" She snickers, "Though a horse that could carry a man like that would be immense." Kassidy shrugs.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
With that, he steps back into the carriage, wood creaking under his feet. With that, they're off, and people continue to go about their day --- as if nothing had happened.
Also this place is unbelievably quiet after being threatened by noble"
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Goliath monk Khaddim, High elf ranger Frekor, Dragonborn sorcerer Godfrey, Goliath blood hunter Albus, High elf druid Charis, Human rogue Garrett
"Well, you're welcome. Being able to give this advice is always the best job. Now, don't overestimate yourself, Faldres! You may be searching for an adventure, but don't start it out tipsy!" He shouts the last part as you slowly stroll out of view, heading towards the tavern.
As you three head out of the tavern (and as Faldres walks towards it), each hoping to look around town a little bit, you're immediately accosted by vibrant colors, blaring noise, and flying banners. As your eyes adjust to the picture, you see that someone's coming into town --- although you don't recognize the emblem, a white eagle, talons spread, against a backdrop of blood-red, you'd bet your life that a noble's in the large carriage slowly making its way through the crowds.
"All hail the Great, Mighty Lord of Folwyn, the Protector of the Lands, Guardian of the People..." The herald continues on like this for a while, trumpets ringing in your ears while he lists strings of confusing titles bestowed upon this lord. But, finally --- just as you think that an entire day would be spent listening to this, the carriage shakes, and a man steps out.
A rather remarkable man, as well --- a horse and a half in height, and you'd reckon just the same in width from first impressions. His large, oily blond hair drips over his boyish face, and he surveys the crowd curiously, as if searching for someone. Passing you all, he suddenly stops --- looking curiously at each and every one of you. Guards approach, and you think that you're about to face punishment --- but then, he snorts and continues on. As he walks, he begins to speak to the townsfolk --- "I shall let you know that I am looking for a thief. A thief, one who stole my prize horse. And they have come here, I know it."
"Perhaps none of you have stolen my horse. But I implore - if you hear word of this person, send word to me. It is one of my greatest treasures, and I should hate to...destroy this town to get it back. I will offer a fine reward for anyone who finds it and returns it to my abode."
With that, he steps back into the carriage, wood creaking under his feet. With that, they're off, and people continue to go about their day --- as if nothing had happened.
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
eat RP run repeat
you’re all really cool – know that please
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
Momo turns his head looking toward his breakfast mates...then back at the pub/dining place.
Normally I am not one to care about a lord and his fiefdom town, but that breakfast was so good, I would hate to lose that spot. I guess I might go look for that horse...maybe get a free breakfast to boot.
After seeing his new mates remarks, states..."I doubt that the horse came in from the main road. Any of you good at tracking? Maybe..." smiles as he thinks of breakfast..."we should take a waddle...I mean walk around the towns perimeter and see if we can find incoming tracks?"
"It would have helped if he gave a description. 'Hey, have you seen a horse?" She snickers, "Though a horse that could carry a man like that would be immense." Kassidy shrugs.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
"I am a little curious about who would steal a horse from a noble that doesn't seem to lack money
Also this place is unbelievably quiet after being threatened by noble"