“Is that it then?” Leon questions the remainder of the group. “Or is there more to this than anticipated?”
He had no issues with staying longer. He wanted to do more in the city since he hadn’t visited in quite a while (a few times to pick up supplies for the temple, but not too much else) and since it seemed that the City Watch could be using some help. The factions are getting too out of hand and Leon wished to aid to bring peace to the city once again. If the others didn’t wish to do so however, he would adventure on his own.
”Fatcat, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it that they handed to you?”
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Azrael would be aware of the argument going on, but overall ignored it. Those sorts of things happened in tales and real life often. It was not an uncommon occorance. He was more focused on gettign that report out to make life more difficult for anyone who would dare work with such an unholy creature.
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Once the group was back at the Portal, Azrael would seek out his good friend Jalester, they split the bill for drinks and a light snack as they talked in a well lit portion of the tavern. Boy Jalester, What started as a simple 'help me track down my friend who may be in trouble' turned into somewhat of a grand adventure. I was hired by the man I asked you about before to find his friend who'd been missing for a day or two, because he feared the worst for his friends fate. We ended up following a trail of clues that ultimately led us to some abandoned warehouse on candle street or candlekeep street.. i forget which.. it was poorly lit. Kenku, and that famous noble who's been abandoned by his family were found there. We eventually went down to the sewers.. apparently Xanathars guild is working down there, unless that eye symbol is from another gang I am unaware of. After wading through much and stench, we ended up finding some hidden base there. Azrael would lean in closer, and his expression became dangerous, angry, violent.
They're working with abominations.. Mindflayers and intellect devourers and thier ilk. So my friend, As I told you before.... I felt this was my sign,the one I've been waiting for. And it appears I was right. Wherever this road leads me, so that atleast my friend knows what happened.... I intend to utterly destroy them. They work with evil incarnate, criminals, and other evil beings.... I will crush them beneath my heel like the mongrels they are. And they will learn thier place in this world so long as I breathe. So wish me luck, friend. I have a long road ahead of me.
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As she strolls through the tavern, she stops to chat a little with Obaya, "I TOLD you they enhance healing," giving her chest a little bump and squeeze. Giving her friend a smileand a light pat on the bottom, Lythril went to join her friends with a pitcher and some garlic potatoes.
We have a lair in which to plot and scheme! Cool!
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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?"
After a number of drinks and de briefing with friends and aquaintences, FatCat calls you all back over to the table where you all met only a day ago. A fat coin purse sits in front of each of you, containing the promised payment. (Right, DM?)
"I would like to take this opportunity to fank each of ya. It would appear that our efforts have benefited us even further than anticipated." He opens the scroll.
"It Looks like we're in the property biz now, innit? Dis is the deed to Troll Skull manor and I fink it is only fittin' if we split it among all of us. ...What? Yes, I may be dodgy, but also fair." He leans in to the table, lowering to a horse whisper.
"Now, with all these guilds 'avin' this whole shit fight, I can't attempt to get back on top, as a... renown business man. Maybe, if we can 'elp clean up this lil guild war, perhaps everyone's favourite business associate, me, may be able to get back on top. Even... legitimately." He says, winking at Azrael.
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After Jalester would say whatever it was he was going to say in reply, Azrael would exchange pleasantries for a few more minutes before excusing himself. His eyes scannnign the portal, to see if he could catch any females of races that caught his interest. He had had a near death experience recently, and having not onyl survived it, but passed several other tests as well... there was other thing's he wished to 'share'
His eyes scanned the room for any female Elves, Dragonborn, Tabaxi, "Better than average" human, teifling, or Lizardfolk in the Portal tonight. Persexion roll: 19
Azrael had heard what FC had said and would nod idly, right now, he would not be deterred. He had a desire that was burning like an inferno.
Danitriel nodded. "A safehouse or such might be a good idea given how the turf war between the Zhents and the Xanathar looks like it's gonna heat up. I'm in for sending both sets of clowns back to the wagon out of here."
Astrid: “A safe house sounds dandy! Do I get first choice in decorations? Ooooh, I can see it now....fuzzy pink curtains covering blacked out windows! Annnnnd doilies! Lotsa and lotsa of doilies!”
Pondering on it a bit more, she interjects “But how do we keep it a secret, so we don’t catch the eye of either of the gangs and their goon spies?”
Pink curtains and doilies would keep just about everyone out little one Pheral makes sure TO NOT SOUNDS SARCASTIC AT ALL SO NOONE GETS BUTTHURTS!!!! She counts her coin quietly to herself. I think I'll stick around for a bit. See what we can do about our little gang problem.
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Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
CHAPTER TWO - TROLLSKULL ALLEY PART ONE - WELCOME TO TROLLSKULL MANOR
AZRAEL: Jalester listened to your story with growing interest. He recommends you be careful, and will be sure to spread word of this incident to his fellows. After you two catching up, there are one or two somewhat attractive females sober enough who might appreciate a discussion of just "how big" you really are. I'll leave the details of that carousing to your imagination, but let's just say a few women are very sexually interested in you. Good think you didn't roll a 1.
LYTHRIL: Obaya is glad you're ok, and appreciates you and your sexy style, now convinced boobs help the healing process. The rest of the team is eager to enjoy the food and drink you provided.
FC: Correct, 100gp for each player, including you. You have the deed to Trollskull Alley, don't lose it!
You guys can role-play the evening if you'd like, but upon the next morning, it's time to go see your new home!
Here is a map of the area. Trollskull Manor is located at T1. Down below is what it looks like. Needs a little work, but you got it for free!
Down below is what it looks like. Needs a little work, but you got it for free! Four stories tall and boasting balconies, a turret, and five chimneys, the abandoned building is one of the grandest in Trollskull Alley. You can refurnish, rebuild, rename, and otherwise personalize your new stronghold to your hearts’ content.
Here is the floor plan of the manor. If you guys like, you can download it and mark it up, deciding who gets what room, or marking anything else you'd like everyone to know. This is your Bat Cave. Your headquarters.
THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW AS YOU ENTER THE BUILDING:
TAPROOM
When you first arrive, the taproom is filled with broken furniture, tarnished silverware, casks of wine that have turned to vinegar, and worthless detritus. The tavern’s other rooms are all empty, except for cobwebs, dust, and harmless rats.
SPIRIT ON TAP
As you walk in, you can sense an unnatural coldness in the taproom. Odd, since it's a warm season this time of year.
BE NEIGHBORLY
Now that you have a base of operations, it's time to clean up and make it look like one. Talk among yourselves and have fun role-playing this out until tomorrow. Once that's done, it'll be time to meet the neighbors!
Leon takes claim of the room right across the master bed room, near by the study and library, telling the others just in case there isn’t enough rooms for everyone, he would be willing to share.
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Lythril claims the second floor spare bedroom with the balcony - she has plans. She deftly carves the symbol of Rillithane on her door and leaves. "Oi guys! I got some shit to take care of, I'll be back tomorrow!"
She again makes her way to the odd side of the merchant quarter. The slightly round baker's wife calling out mid-day specials; the light *tink tink* at the silversmiths accompanied her as she approached the wide open doors of Toshi's Tradepost. She sighed before going into the brightly lit shop, but other places probably didn't carry everything that she was looking for.
She immediately spied the proprietor, Elmer. "Ello Elmer!.. I got me a new one today." Lythril smiled and cradled her lute.
Two shards, three shards, ten shards, a dragon!
Elmer is sweeter than a flagon!"
"Young lady, that was worse than the last time. You're lucky I don't charge you 30 then kick you out!" his voice wasn't really filled with anger, maybe.
"I'll be better next time I promise! I uh..also need some silver powder..."
"What you growing that needs that? Oh nevermind, sprinkle it on yourself, it might make your singing better. 25 for the chicken shit and 25 for the silver."
"Done!" Lythril proudly places a few stacks of coin on the glass counter.
"No, I am NOT asking Astrid if her carpet matches her drapes...I don't know, last time I looked, she was hanging pink things in her room. Maybe her carpet is pink."
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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?"
CHAPTER TWO - TROLLSKULL ALLEY PART ONE - WELCOME TO TROLLSKULL MANOR
IN THE MANOR: As some of you do errands or get settled in to your new rooms, you notice something in the taproom that is a bit unnerving. FC, as you were looking in your new room, you could have sworn you heard a dish breaking downstairs. Those of you who walk downstairs to look around and settle see that dishes have started to appear on tables and at the bar. Clean dishes. In random places. At times it's almost like you smell..food? How could this be? This place is empty. Right...?
Underground, behind a pillar, Cora "Crispy" Perkins was sweating, bleeding, and exhausted. Xanathar levitated in the darkness, somewhere. Her mind was spinning. Her dark hair was matted with sweat, and she ached everywhere. Aerik was calm, as usual, and he wasn't too far away. Both of them were ready to strike. The beholder proved to be an adversary they couldn't handle. Perkins ****ed up. They had slain many guild members that day, but it didn't matter.
YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM ME.
She closed her eyes and tried to remain calm. Her and Aerik had gone below to try and kill Xanathar, perhaps make a deal, but as paranoid as the beholder was, it completely failed. In his lair, dozens of guild members attempted to kill them both. The fight lasted a long time and soon the bodies were piling up, forming a wall around them. They dodged and weaved and killed guild members and did their best to avoid Xanathar's eye rays. Perkin's back was hit with lightning, it shredded her studded leather armor and jacket in the back, and felt like Hell's Finger. She struggled to stay up, to stay conscious. The beholder was on top of them, more guild members approaching.
TODAY YOU TRY AND TRICK ME?! IT WILL COST YOU SOMETHING DEAR, HUMAN.
She screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice was hoarse and everything Aerik was or ever would be dissolved into a fine grey ash. Her instincts were on fire and she ran. She exploded in a panic and ran as fast as she could towards the way they came. Xanathar threaten retaliation, and indeed he would keep his promise.
KILL HER! KILL THEM ALL!
Aerik's family and children were murdered the next day. The Commander found Perkins on the street, and grabbed her by the collar of her bloodied jacket, and dragged her in the street back to headquarters. She was crying like a baby, and she had no strength to do anything else but be dragged. It was later that day, after the Head Cleric healed her, she was fired and exiled. She had further stirred the hornet's nest, and caused the death of her partner and his family.
Years later, it was one of the dreams, among many others, that gave her night terrors. She startled violently awake, sat up, and wiped the sweat from her face. She looked around. They were in a jungle. On the horizon was a massive temple. By her feet, an enormously old dwarf snored like a log chipper, he was something of a foster father. On the other side, a beautiful young redhead slept soundly, with her bother, a human turned yuan-ti spellcaster gently sleeping. She tolerated Liam, but she loved Nia. Off on watch, an enormous Half-Orc stood nearby, practicing his newly learned druid skills. She took off her jacket and wiped the sweat from her collar. The young redhead noticed she was awake, and smiled sleepily. "Another nightmare?" She asked softly, concerned. Even in darkness, her beauty sparkled, her eyes shined. Crispy nodded, trying to hold back the tears, trying not to seem weak. She cleared her throat to try and push down the fear, the worry. "Yeah..sorry, I..I didn't mean to wake you." "It's ok. Don't worry about it. Which one?" Nia asked. Crispy was quiet for a moment, held her head down. "Xanathar." Nia sighed sadly, and snuggled up beside her, and Crispy laid down again. She always felt better when the young warlock was around. She laid awake while Nia fell back asleep and Crispy spent hours thinking about the nightmares, and when they would end.
FC saunters downstairs, hoping to find some meals ready in waiting. Nope, just a smashed dish and... clean ones. Set out. Suspicious? He begins to cast detect magic as a ritual as we try to make sense of this odd kitchen.
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Azrael had stood in the first floor of the building for hours as everyone else milled around, excited like buzzing bee's in the spring. If they didn't know he was himself, they would think he was a vibrant statue that had existed within the house for millennia. His breath was low, and slow. His eyes, blinking only occasionally. He seemed to be in some sort of prayer, almost as if in direct communion with his god. Religious Intensity: 6
He could feel Bahamuts' embrace, it was almost as if he was there with him. Azrael was at great peace. Between how he felt so connected, with hands held in prayer now, and the wondrous event's with several intrigued women, who had heard of what he had done with the troll only a day or so before, he'd become somewhat of a talk of the tavern .. though that would blow over fast, the next time another big event occurred. Ironically, both had been humans of rather exceptional beauty, atleast in his eyes. He had never seen them there before, and perhaps they had never been there before, and heard the whispers of "Trollsbane."
The first woman, was of average height for a human. Her hair a blazing summer orange, accentuated with a water-lilly of white and blue, long and wavy down to her shoulder-blades in a soft wave. Her eyes were a soft shade of emerald, but almost as piercing as his own - as well as tall, and adventurous. Her skin was a paler-pink than other humans as well, but not even hinting at too white. Her top was a dullish yellow leather that ended just past her perky B's, leaving her slender abdomen quite visible. her short-shorts were made of more of a fur-lined jean-colored leather, both with straps leading over her chest armor, in the shade of burgundy, letting her toned, slender legs catch the eyes of passerby's. Her shoes were a bit of garish red and a similar yellow to her top. On her sides were two water-colored daggers. Lastly, her face was quite perfectly shaped, atleast in his opinion. Overall, she looked quite sporty, with a cocky smile.
The other one had wondrous sky-blue hair, kept short, but still womanly, with eyes that matched it. her eyes were softer, more timid than the others but they were just as beautiful, to him. She wore battle-plate in a mixture of black and white, interwoven with her armor, however seemed to be frilled fabric, and instead of leggings, her armor ended in a formal looking skirt. The breastplates only exposure being at the top of her cleavage where the breastplate itself turned white around her breasts, revealing she was very likely a C or D constrained lightly by the armor itself. She also stood of roughly average human height. Instead of a helmet, she wore a blue-rose hairband, with a distinctly white base. If not for the very large flail at her hip, you would almost mistake her for a maid at a distance. She was softer, and more timid than the other human, but he found her smile caused the lights to be brighter.
He had spent nearly eight hours with them both before they parted ways after many hours of indulgence, and conversation. He had also made sure it wouldn't be their last encounter, and they seemed interested in seeing him again for varying reasons. Azrael felt his heart flutter when he had seen them, they were both like Yin and Yang - One was feisty and fiery, the other was cool, and soothing. He wasn't naive, he knew he had fallen for them both before words had even been spoken. Perhaps.. if everything goes well.... he thought to himself, he'd see where it would go. A rare, true smile appearing on his visage and not leaving. Anyone who saw it would almost be able to read his thoughts.
His own appearance softened as he realized how he was thinking, but he was not ashamed of it. Sighing now, his heart feeling lighter than it had ever felt, his deity seeming to bless him as well. He couldn't possibly feel better. And with that.. he would take his first steps towards his new home. He wished to move into the Basement, since he knew everyone else would likely be taking up all the upper rooms. he hadn't noticed the cold as he went there, his spirits were too high.
Hopefully I'm not meta-ing too much in my description of the events/titles/fame above. If I am, tell me. As I was writing it I was realizing it could become a greater part of his story going forward.
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Azrael had already been down in the basement for several hours, seeing how to best arrange it. He wanted to make it both his resting place, and a place of worship. He was even considering asking to allow his fellow priests live down here with him, for similar reasons.. but it would also provide a boon to the house.. an argument he would have to make later once he was sure everyone was fine with it as he wasn't going to impose himself on the others. If there was no light down here, Azrael would use his thunderclap spell but hold it, instead of releasing it, to allow him some very dim light.
Occasionally he heard the sounds of glass breaking above, but he shrugged it off as the others likely being so excited to live in a mansion, even if it was a shoddy one at the moment.
(not sure i can go farther on this since there may be something that ultimately jumps out at me and I don't want to out-meta the DM :P)
“Is that it then?” Leon questions the remainder of the group. “Or is there more to this than anticipated?”
He had no issues with staying longer. He wanted to do more in the city since he hadn’t visited in quite a while (a few times to pick up supplies for the temple, but not too much else) and since it seemed that the City Watch could be using some help. The factions are getting too out of hand and Leon wished to aid to bring peace to the city once again. If the others didn’t wish to do so however, he would adventure on his own.
”Fatcat, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it that they handed to you?”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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Azrael would be aware of the argument going on, but overall ignored it. Those sorts of things happened in tales and real life often. It was not an uncommon occorance. He was more focused on gettign that report out to make life more difficult for anyone who would dare work with such an unholy creature.
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Once the group was back at the Portal, Azrael would seek out his good friend Jalester, they split the bill for drinks and a light snack as they talked in a well lit portion of the tavern. Boy Jalester, What started as a simple 'help me track down my friend who may be in trouble' turned into somewhat of a grand adventure. I was hired by the man I asked you about before to find his friend who'd been missing for a day or two, because he feared the worst for his friends fate. We ended up following a trail of clues that ultimately led us to some abandoned warehouse on candle street or candlekeep street.. i forget which.. it was poorly lit. Kenku, and that famous noble who's been abandoned by his family were found there. We eventually went down to the sewers.. apparently Xanathars guild is working down there, unless that eye symbol is from another gang I am unaware of. After wading through much and stench, we ended up finding some hidden base there. Azrael would lean in closer, and his expression became dangerous, angry, violent.
They're working with abominations.. Mindflayers and intellect devourers and thier ilk. So my friend, As I told you before.... I felt this was my sign,the one I've been waiting for. And it appears I was right. Wherever this road leads me, so that atleast my friend knows what happened.... I intend to utterly destroy them. They work with evil incarnate, criminals, and other evil beings.... I will crush them beneath my heel like the mongrels they are. And they will learn thier place in this world so long as I breathe. So wish me luck, friend. I have a long road ahead of me.
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Occassional Dungeon Master.
As she strolls through the tavern, she stops to chat a little with Obaya, "I TOLD you they enhance healing," giving her chest a little bump and squeeze. Giving her friend a smileand a light pat on the bottom, Lythril went to join her friends with a pitcher and some garlic potatoes.
We have a lair in which to plot and scheme! Cool!
"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
You guys chat among yourselves. Tonight we begin CHAPTER TWWWOOOOO.
After a number of drinks and de briefing with friends and aquaintences, FatCat calls you all back over to the table where you all met only a day ago. A fat coin purse sits in front of each of you, containing the promised payment. (Right, DM?)
"I would like to take this opportunity to fank each of ya. It would appear that our efforts have benefited us even further than anticipated." He opens the scroll.
"It Looks like we're in the property biz now, innit? Dis is the deed to Troll Skull manor and I fink it is only fittin' if we split it among all of us. ...What? Yes, I may be dodgy, but also fair." He leans in to the table, lowering to a horse whisper.
"Now, with all these guilds 'avin' this whole shit fight, I can't attempt to get back on top, as a... renown business man. Maybe, if we can 'elp clean up this lil guild war, perhaps everyone's favourite business associate, me, may be able to get back on top. Even... legitimately." He says, winking at Azrael.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
After Jalester would say whatever it was he was going to say in reply, Azrael would exchange pleasantries for a few more minutes before excusing himself. His eyes scannnign the portal, to see if he could catch any females of races that caught his interest. He had had a near death experience recently, and having not onyl survived it, but passed several other tests as well... there was other thing's he wished to 'share'
His eyes scanned the room for any female Elves, Dragonborn, Tabaxi, "Better than average" human, teifling, or Lizardfolk in the Portal tonight. Persexion roll: 19
Azrael had heard what FC had said and would nod idly, right now, he would not be deterred. He had a desire that was burning like an inferno.
Occassional Dungeon Master.
Danitriel nodded. "A safehouse or such might be a good idea given how the turf war between the Zhents and the Xanathar looks like it's gonna heat up. I'm in for sending both sets of clowns back to the wagon out of here."
Astrid: “A safe house sounds dandy! Do I get first choice in decorations? Ooooh, I can see it now....fuzzy pink curtains covering blacked out windows! Annnnnd doilies! Lotsa and lotsa of doilies!”
Pondering on it a bit more, she interjects “But how do we keep it a secret, so we don’t catch the eye of either of the gangs and their goon spies?”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Pink curtains and doilies would keep just about everyone out little one Pheral makes sure TO NOT SOUNDS SARCASTIC AT ALL SO NOONE GETS BUTTHURTS!!!! She counts her coin quietly to herself. I think I'll stick around for a bit. See what we can do about our little gang problem.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
CHAPTER TWO - TROLLSKULL ALLEY
PART ONE - WELCOME TO TROLLSKULL MANOR
AZRAEL: Jalester listened to your story with growing interest. He recommends you be careful, and will be sure to spread word of this incident to his fellows. After you two catching up, there are one or two somewhat attractive females sober enough who might appreciate a discussion of just "how big" you really are. I'll leave the details of that carousing to your imagination, but let's just say a few women are very sexually interested in you. Good think you didn't roll a 1.
LYTHRIL: Obaya is glad you're ok, and appreciates you and your sexy style, now convinced boobs help the healing process. The rest of the team is eager to enjoy the food and drink you provided.
FC: Correct, 100gp for each player, including you. You have the deed to Trollskull Alley, don't lose it!
You guys can role-play the evening if you'd like, but upon the next morning, it's time to go see your new home!
Here is a map of the area. Trollskull Manor is located at T1. Down below is what it looks like. Needs a little work, but you got it for free!
Here is the floor plan of the manor. If you guys like, you can download it and mark it up, deciding who gets what room, or marking anything else you'd like everyone to know. This is your Bat Cave. Your headquarters.
THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW AS YOU ENTER THE BUILDING:
TAPROOM
When you first arrive, the taproom is filled with broken furniture, tarnished silverware, casks of wine that have turned to vinegar, and worthless detritus. The tavern’s other rooms are all empty, except for cobwebs, dust, and harmless rats.
SPIRIT ON TAP
As you walk in, you can sense an unnatural coldness in the taproom. Odd, since it's a warm season this time of year.
BE NEIGHBORLY
Now that you have a base of operations, it's time to clean up and make it look like one. Talk among yourselves and have fun role-playing this out until tomorrow. Once that's done, it'll be time to meet the neighbors!
Pheral climbs all the stairs and finds a room high up to her liking. She claims the Attic bedroom and begins cleaning and stowing her things.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 12 (8W-4L)- - Coliseum of Conquest: Master of Faerie Fire. Just don't ask her to spell it.
Grianne Wildpaw: Wood Elf Druid level 6 (2W-1L)- - Coliseum Reborn : Master of a Myriad of forms.
Runt, the Stormchosen: Half-Orc barbarian level 5 -- The Guild
Tomoe Gozen: Human Fighter Samurai level 5 -- Cronero (Solo Campaign)
Leon takes claim of the room right across the master bed room, near by the study and library, telling the others just in case there isn’t enough rooms for everyone, he would be willing to share.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\
FC goes straight to the master bedroom upstairs, of course.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Lythril claims the second floor spare bedroom with the balcony - she has plans. She deftly carves the symbol of Rillithane on her door and leaves. "Oi guys! I got some shit to take care of, I'll be back tomorrow!"
She again makes her way to the odd side of the merchant quarter. The slightly round baker's wife calling out mid-day specials; the light *tink tink* at the silversmiths accompanied her as she approached the wide open doors of Toshi's Tradepost. She sighed before going into the brightly lit shop, but other places probably didn't carry everything that she was looking for.
She immediately spied the proprietor, Elmer. "Ello Elmer!.. I got me a new one today." Lythril smiled and cradled her lute.
Two shards, three shards, ten shards, a dragon!
Elmer is sweeter than a flagon!"
"Young lady, that was worse than the last time. You're lucky I don't charge you 30 then kick you out!" his voice wasn't really filled with anger, maybe.
"I'll be better next time I promise! I uh..also need some silver powder..."
"What you growing that needs that? Oh nevermind, sprinkle it on yourself, it might make your singing better. 25 for the chicken shit and 25 for the silver."
"Done!" Lythril proudly places a few stacks of coin on the glass counter.
"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
"Nuncle!HurryupweneedtospreadthechickenshitattheparkssoIcanpack!IfoundsomefriendsandI'mgoingtomoveinwiththem!"
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"Well...AzisadragonbornandSOOOOhandsomDanihasthevoiceofanangelLeonhasdeadlyfeetFatCatissoniceheletusliveinhishouseAstridisacutegnomewithpurplehairandPheralisamagicianshecangoinvisisble!"
[...]
"WHAT? hurry UP old man, I don't have all day!"
[...]
"How am I supposed to know that anyway?"
[...]
"No, I am NOT asking Astrid if her carpet matches her drapes...I don't know, last time I looked, she was hanging pink things in her room. Maybe her carpet is pink."
"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
CHAPTER TWO - TROLLSKULL ALLEY
PART ONE - WELCOME TO TROLLSKULL MANOR
IN THE MANOR: As some of you do errands or get settled in to your new rooms, you notice something in the taproom that is a bit unnerving. FC, as you were looking in your new room, you could have sworn you heard a dish breaking downstairs. Those of you who walk downstairs to look around and settle see that dishes have started to appear on tables and at the bar. Clean dishes. In random places. At times it's almost like you smell..food? How could this be? This place is empty. Right...?
LYTHRIL: Very nice! LOL!
SOMEWHERE BELOW WATERDEEP
Underground, behind a pillar, Cora "Crispy" Perkins was sweating, bleeding, and exhausted. Xanathar levitated in the darkness, somewhere. Her mind was spinning. Her dark hair was matted with sweat, and she ached everywhere. Aerik was calm, as usual, and he wasn't too far away. Both of them were ready to strike. The beholder proved to be an adversary they couldn't handle. Perkins ****ed up. They had slain many guild members that day, but it didn't matter.
YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM ME.
She closed her eyes and tried to remain calm. Her and Aerik had gone below to try and kill Xanathar, perhaps make a deal, but as paranoid as the beholder was, it completely failed. In his lair, dozens of guild members attempted to kill them both. The fight lasted a long time and soon the bodies were piling up, forming a wall around them. They dodged and weaved and killed guild members and did their best to avoid Xanathar's eye rays. Perkin's back was hit with lightning, it shredded her studded leather armor and jacket in the back, and felt like Hell's Finger. She struggled to stay up, to stay conscious. The beholder was on top of them, more guild members approaching.
TODAY YOU TRY AND TRICK ME?! IT WILL COST YOU SOMETHING DEAR, HUMAN.
She screamed at the top of her lungs until her voice was hoarse and everything Aerik was or ever would be dissolved into a fine grey ash. Her instincts were on fire and she ran. She exploded in a panic and ran as fast as she could towards the way they came. Xanathar threaten retaliation, and indeed he would keep his promise.
KILL HER! KILL THEM ALL!
Aerik's family and children were murdered the next day. The Commander found Perkins on the street, and grabbed her by the collar of her bloodied jacket, and dragged her in the street back to headquarters. She was crying like a baby, and she had no strength to do anything else but be dragged. It was later that day, after the Head Cleric healed her, she was fired and exiled. She had further stirred the hornet's nest, and caused the death of her partner and his family.
Years later, it was one of the dreams, among many others, that gave her night terrors. She startled violently awake, sat up, and wiped the sweat from her face. She looked around. They were in a jungle. On the horizon was a massive temple. By her feet, an enormously old dwarf snored like a log chipper, he was something of a foster father. On the other side, a beautiful young redhead slept soundly, with her bother, a human turned yuan-ti spellcaster gently sleeping. She tolerated Liam, but she loved Nia. Off on watch, an enormous Half-Orc stood nearby, practicing his newly learned druid skills. She took off her jacket and wiped the sweat from her collar. The young redhead noticed she was awake, and smiled sleepily.
"Another nightmare?" She asked softly, concerned. Even in darkness, her beauty sparkled, her eyes shined.
Crispy nodded, trying to hold back the tears, trying not to seem weak. She cleared her throat to try and push down the fear, the worry. "Yeah..sorry, I..I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's ok. Don't worry about it. Which one?" Nia asked.
Crispy was quiet for a moment, held her head down. "Xanathar."
Nia sighed sadly, and snuggled up beside her, and Crispy laid down again. She always felt better when the young warlock was around. She laid awake while Nia fell back asleep and Crispy spent hours thinking about the nightmares, and when they would end.
FC saunters downstairs, hoping to find some meals ready in waiting. Nope, just a smashed dish and... clean ones. Set out. Suspicious? He begins to cast detect magic as a ritual as we try to make sense of this odd kitchen.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk
Azrael had stood in the first floor of the building for hours as everyone else milled around, excited like buzzing bee's in the spring. If they didn't know he was himself, they would think he was a vibrant statue that had existed within the house for millennia. His breath was low, and slow. His eyes, blinking only occasionally. He seemed to be in some sort of prayer, almost as if in direct communion with his god. Religious Intensity: 6
He could feel Bahamuts' embrace, it was almost as if he was there with him. Azrael was at great peace. Between how he felt so connected, with hands held in prayer now, and the wondrous event's with several intrigued women, who had heard of what he had done with the troll only a day or so before, he'd become somewhat of a talk of the tavern .. though that would blow over fast, the next time another big event occurred. Ironically, both had been humans of rather exceptional beauty, atleast in his eyes. He had never seen them there before, and perhaps they had never been there before, and heard the whispers of "Trollsbane."
The first woman, was of average height for a human. Her hair a blazing summer orange, accentuated with a water-lilly of white and blue, long and wavy down to her shoulder-blades in a soft wave. Her eyes were a soft shade of emerald, but almost as piercing as his own - as well as tall, and adventurous. Her skin was a paler-pink than other humans as well, but not even hinting at too white. Her top was a dullish yellow leather that ended just past her perky B's, leaving her slender abdomen quite visible. her short-shorts were made of more of a fur-lined jean-colored leather, both with straps leading over her chest armor, in the shade of burgundy, letting her toned, slender legs catch the eyes of passerby's. Her shoes were a bit of garish red and a similar yellow to her top. On her sides were two water-colored daggers. Lastly, her face was quite perfectly shaped, atleast in his opinion. Overall, she looked quite sporty, with a cocky smile.
The other one had wondrous sky-blue hair, kept short, but still womanly, with eyes that matched it. her eyes were softer, more timid than the others but they were just as beautiful, to him. She wore battle-plate in a mixture of black and white, interwoven with her armor, however seemed to be frilled fabric, and instead of leggings, her armor ended in a formal looking skirt. The breastplates only exposure being at the top of her cleavage where the breastplate itself turned white around her breasts, revealing she was very likely a C or D constrained lightly by the armor itself. She also stood of roughly average human height. Instead of a helmet, she wore a blue-rose hairband, with a distinctly white base. If not for the very large flail at her hip, you would almost mistake her for a maid at a distance. She was softer, and more timid than the other human, but he found her smile caused the lights to be brighter.
He had spent nearly eight hours with them both before they parted ways after many hours of indulgence, and conversation. He had also made sure it wouldn't be their last encounter, and they seemed interested in seeing him again for varying reasons. Azrael felt his heart flutter when he had seen them, they were both like Yin and Yang - One was feisty and fiery, the other was cool, and soothing. He wasn't naive, he knew he had fallen for them both before words had even been spoken. Perhaps.. if everything goes well.... he thought to himself, he'd see where it would go. A rare, true smile appearing on his visage and not leaving. Anyone who saw it would almost be able to read his thoughts.
His own appearance softened as he realized how he was thinking, but he was not ashamed of it. Sighing now, his heart feeling lighter than it had ever felt, his deity seeming to bless him as well. He couldn't possibly feel better. And with that.. he would take his first steps towards his new home. He wished to move into the Basement, since he knew everyone else would likely be taking up all the upper rooms. he hadn't noticed the cold as he went there, his spirits were too high.
Hopefully I'm not meta-ing too much in my description of the events/titles/fame above. If I am, tell me. As I was writing it I was realizing it could become a greater part of his story going forward.
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Azrael had already been down in the basement for several hours, seeing how to best arrange it. He wanted to make it both his resting place, and a place of worship. He was even considering asking to allow his fellow priests live down here with him, for similar reasons.. but it would also provide a boon to the house.. an argument he would have to make later once he was sure everyone was fine with it as he wasn't going to impose himself on the others. If there was no light down here, Azrael would use his thunderclap spell but hold it, instead of releasing it, to allow him some very dim light.
Occasionally he heard the sounds of glass breaking above, but he shrugged it off as the others likely being so excited to live in a mansion, even if it was a shoddy one at the moment.
(not sure i can go farther on this since there may be something that ultimately jumps out at me and I don't want to out-meta the DM :P)
Occassional Dungeon Master.
No way man that was great! You do your thing. Updating when I get home.