OOC did the bartender cast a spell and then it appeared more happy people were in the bar?
(Yes. Yes he did.)
“The gods have not abandoned you, you have abandoned them. How can you expect miracles when you show no faith? You were never alone, for the gods are always with us, you simply did not ask for help. You merely expected it.” As she sees the disbelief in their eyes she adds “If you were truly alone then why has Mystra brought me here this day?”
The guard looks guiltily at his food, apparently losing some of his appetite. "Faith's all well and good, miss. I shouldn't have spoken like I did. It's just been so long since the temple were open, it's hard to remember what it felt like."
One of the guards, seeing a game of cards begin at the other table, leaves his comrades and joins, tossing a silver on the table. "I'm in. Feeling lucky tonight."
Magnus tilts his head in an apparent amused manner. Friend to your friends and foe to your foes? I would say everyone in this Inn can say the same little one.
Boss! Magnus calls. Throw me my silver.
He turns to look at the newcomer as he sits, causing the bench to groan alarmingly. Deal me in as well.
Her face softens as the guard replies and she says gently “Do not apologise, I am not trying to rebuke you but merely guide you. We all face our trials of faith, do not be disheartened.”
As one of the guards moves to join the others in cards she sits with the remaining guards and continues speaking with them, her concern evident: “Now tell me, what troubles this place? We have heard mention of the dead arising and I sensed the presence of the undead as our caravan was attacked. I wish to help how I can, please tell me what you know.”
morning yes. A long bad day this has been, I thank you for the meal and company but I believe I'll sleep now. In the morning we should look for the new owner of the caravan. Dajur finishes his drink, stands and head for bed.
A compact bag of silver comes flying to the air, landing reassuringly in front of Magnus. An undignified grumble from behind the bar affirms its source.
One of the gnomes happily leads Dajur upstairs to a clean, empty room, well stocked with a warm bed and a few additional furnishings. Wordlessly, the gnome indicates the room and heads back downstairs.
Responding to Mystra's inquiry, the guard signals for a refill of his mug. "Well it's simple enough, you see. We used to have a pretty nice temple of Torm, right on the edge of the village. When the King died, our priest started raving about visions and set off on a pilgrimage, out of the blue, taking most of his followers with him. We lost one man in four to his folly, including most of the guard. We've had... issues with the undead previously. Normally nothing terribly out of the ordinary, but without the temple it's hard to keep 'em down. Over the last few months we've seen newer and newer types appear including -" He shivers spontaneously, the thought of the undead terror being enough to silence him mid sentence. "At least that one is reasonable. He's been taking tribute since he got here three weeks ago, but his demands are bleeding us dry. Not sure how much longer we can keep up his demands, but we are sure what will happen if we refuse him." He takes a long, slow drink after that last statement, his anger fully spent.
Dajur flicks a few bronze to the gnome and shuts the door. He takes a few moments to move the furniture so he can see the door and window from bed. He moves furniture so the door can still open but not without hitting it and causing a noise.
Listening intently to everything the guard says obvious concern crosses her face as he casually talks of undead being ordinary. As he goes into more detail of the undead gathering and in particular this latest beast that demands tribute her expression becomes grim.
As the guard finishes she contemplates what he has said for a few moments. As she does she glances over her shoulder towards her new acquaintances as they merrily enjoy cards, mulling over her thoughts as she watches them. Turning back to the guard her expression is now resolute, clearly a decision has been made in her mind. “It seems the Lady of Mysteries has laid a path before me. I will do what I can to aid you, and I pray that I will not have to do so alone. Tell me more of this one who demands tributes, what is the beasts name? If it bleeds you dry then I feel I must start there.”
PALADIN! Magnus roars, as he lifts his substantial bulk from the card game to storm over to the human knight's table. I said enough. If you wish to remain here this night you will be silent, or perhaps you would like to spend the night in the dark with these undead you are so intent on finding.
The lights that form his eyes seem to glitter darkly. You will not find them to be as friendly as I.
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Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
The Game: buy in of 5 copper, after which each player rolls 4d6 in a spoiler. Don't look at the other player's spoiler until everyone has one round of additional betting to raise or call (sort of like poker). Other players will have to match whatever raises occur or fold out.
The guards face goes even more sober. " My lady, you can't be thinking of facing this monster? We don't know it's name, or anything about it really. We know when it comes and goes by a palpable spirit of dread. It appears at night, never touching the ground, and speaks it's demands for- The warforged's roar drowns out the guards words, causing him to cower into the booth. The 7 ft tall hulk stands over the seated paladin, their eyes locked in a hostile exchange for a moment. The guard who came over for the card game, after outlining the rules, suddenly mutters something about needing a refill. He takes his mostly full mug over to the bar, watching the face off between Marion and Magnus unfold.
Looking from the Paladin to the Automaton, he goes up to the bartender. "You may need to do some training in costumer service, not smart to talk such to a paying patrons, especially when they are in such short supply." He glances around the common room knowingly.
As Bristen confronts the bartender Marion turns to Magnus, standing up as she does so, and looks directly at the construct. Her face is calm but very firm, all can see the fire of her conviction burning behind her brown eyes, and when she speaks the steel in her voice is evident “I am not afraid of the undead. And I am not afraid of you. Why do you seek to silence me when all I wish is to lend aid to these people? What is it that must be kept secret?”
There are no secrets to be kept nor do I desire your silence on the matter permanently, only that you curb your tongue that what custom we have is not scared away.
He gazes meaningfully at her tabard and shield. Not everyone has the same protections you do, either mystical or martial.
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Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
The bartender stares Bristen right back in the eye for a moment. He shrugs. "Good help is scarce at the best of times. Magnus just takes his role of security a bit... zealously. He'll calm down eventually. Say, though," a gleam enters the bartender's eyes. "I think you all might be able to help with that. I have a proposal for your, er, party." He pulls out a pad of paper and begins to write furiously. "The gist of it" he says as he scratches out several lines on the paper, "is that you take him with you. Train him on dealing with other beings. You seem prepared to go out and fight gods only know what. Why not bring along a bit of extra muscle? You'll all be reimbursed of course. Lodging for the duration of the contract. Two meals a day for the same time, as well as a modest stipend. What do you say?" He slides the paper and a pen over to Bristen on the bar. The document details his verbal accompaniment almost to the letter, specifying a one month period of time during which Magnus would be tasked to protect the party, rather than the inn, for which said party will be reimbursed with lodgings for that period of time, if requested, as well as breakfast and dinner on those days that the party stayed. An investment totaling 30 gold would change hands, half up front, the rest at the end of the term, at which point the contract would be finished and affairs returned to their pre-contract state.
As Magnus speaks of protections Marion's visage soften's immediately. As she was about to reply she overhears the bartender's conversation with Bristen and waits to hear what he has to say. As he talks of their party she feels her hopes rise, for she already wished to ask the others if they would join her.
As he finishes she looks back to Magnus with a gentle and pleading expression "I am not here to scare anyone away big one, but to rekindle the flame of hope. Can't you see that hiding in the shadows of this burden is what scares people? Talking about the things that frighten us is where courage begins. Would you not rather stand against the threat directly than linger here and warn others of what lurks outside?"
Turning to Bristen she says "What say you friend, shall we stand together?"
Bristen looks from the bartender to Marion and back again."Who could say no to an offer such as that? Though I would say when we're in town 3 meals would be more to my liking, I am after all, a growing boy, and I doubt we'll be staying here very often unless our journeys are close by." "Who knows, I may even practice my craft while we're here and I'm betting that would bring in a few costumers." To Marion, "No one should have to live like this, though I don't relish fighting the undead, I will assist you, It will be worth it just to see the big guy learn how to deal with people."
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"Ghengis Grimbutcher, friend to my friends, foe to my foes. "
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Bristen
OOC did the bartender cast a spell and then it appeared more happy people were in the bar?
(Yes. Yes he did.)
“The gods have not abandoned you, you have abandoned them. How can you expect miracles when you show no faith? You were never alone, for the gods are always with us, you simply did not ask for help. You merely expected it.” As she sees the disbelief in their eyes she adds “If you were truly alone then why has Mystra brought me here this day?”
The guard looks guiltily at his food, apparently losing some of his appetite. "Faith's all well and good, miss. I shouldn't have spoken like I did. It's just been so long since the temple were open, it's hard to remember what it felt like."
One of the guards, seeing a game of cards begin at the other table, leaves his comrades and joins, tossing a silver on the table. "I'm in. Feeling lucky tonight."
Magnus tilts his head in an apparent amused manner. Friend to your friends and foe to your foes? I would say everyone in this Inn can say the same little one.
Boss! Magnus calls. Throw me my silver.
He turns to look at the newcomer as he sits, causing the bench to groan alarmingly. Deal me in as well.
Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
Marion
Her face softens as the guard replies and she says gently “Do not apologise, I am not trying to rebuke you but merely guide you. We all face our trials of faith, do not be disheartened.”
As one of the guards moves to join the others in cards she sits with the remaining guards and continues speaking with them, her concern evident: “Now tell me, what troubles this place? We have heard mention of the dead arising and I sensed the presence of the undead as our caravan was attacked. I wish to help how I can, please tell me what you know.”
There are dark things everywhere in this world Paladin. Even without my memory I know that.
Magnus shifts slightly so he can stand at a moments notice.
I guard this place, which means I also guard its custom. Speak no more of these things here; if you wish to learn more you can do so in the morning.
Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
morning yes. A long bad day this has been, I thank you for the meal and company but I believe I'll sleep now. In the morning we should look for the new owner of the caravan. Dajur finishes his drink, stands and head for bed.
A compact bag of silver comes flying to the air, landing reassuringly in front of Magnus. An undignified grumble from behind the bar affirms its source.
One of the gnomes happily leads Dajur upstairs to a clean, empty room, well stocked with a warm bed and a few additional furnishings. Wordlessly, the gnome indicates the room and heads back downstairs.
Responding to Mystra's inquiry, the guard signals for a refill of his mug. "Well it's simple enough, you see. We used to have a pretty nice temple of Torm, right on the edge of the village. When the King died, our priest started raving about visions and set off on a pilgrimage, out of the blue, taking most of his followers with him. We lost one man in four to his folly, including most of the guard. We've had... issues with the undead previously. Normally nothing terribly out of the ordinary, but without the temple it's hard to keep 'em down. Over the last few months we've seen newer and newer types appear including -" He shivers spontaneously, the thought of the undead terror being enough to silence him mid sentence. "At least that one is reasonable. He's been taking tribute since he got here three weeks ago, but his demands are bleeding us dry. Not sure how much longer we can keep up his demands, but we are sure what will happen if we refuse him." He takes a long, slow drink after that last statement, his anger fully spent.
Dajur flicks a few bronze to the gnome and shuts the door. He takes a few moments to move the furniture so he can see the door and window from bed. He moves furniture so the door can still open but not without hitting it and causing a noise.
Ghengis slams his empty mug on the table and sits back with a contented sigh. "What's the game? " He asks, flipping a silver into his mug.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Marion
Listening intently to everything the guard says obvious concern crosses her face as he casually talks of undead being ordinary. As he goes into more detail of the undead gathering and in particular this latest beast that demands tribute her expression becomes grim.
As the guard finishes she contemplates what he has said for a few moments. As she does she glances over her shoulder towards her new acquaintances as they merrily enjoy cards, mulling over her thoughts as she watches them. Turning back to the guard her expression is now resolute, clearly a decision has been made in her mind. “It seems the Lady of Mysteries has laid a path before me. I will do what I can to aid you, and I pray that I will not have to do so alone. Tell me more of this one who demands tributes, what is the beasts name? If it bleeds you dry then I feel I must start there.”
PALADIN! Magnus roars, as he lifts his substantial bulk from the card game to storm over to the human knight's table. I said enough. If you wish to remain here this night you will be silent, or perhaps you would like to spend the night in the dark with these undead you are so intent on finding.
The lights that form his eyes seem to glitter darkly. You will not find them to be as friendly as I.
Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
The Game: buy in of 5 copper, after which each player rolls 4d6 in a spoiler. Don't look at the other player's spoiler until everyone has one round of additional betting to raise or call (sort of like poker). Other players will have to match whatever raises occur or fold out.
The guards face goes even more sober. " My lady, you can't be thinking of facing this monster? We don't know it's name, or anything about it really. We know when it comes and goes by a palpable spirit of dread. It appears at night, never touching the ground, and speaks it's demands for- The warforged's roar drowns out the guards words, causing him to cower into the booth. The 7 ft tall hulk stands over the seated paladin, their eyes locked in a hostile exchange for a moment. The guard who came over for the card game, after outlining the rules, suddenly mutters something about needing a refill. He takes his mostly full mug over to the bar, watching the face off between Marion and Magnus unfold.
"Right, let's go to it then." Ghengis says, picking up the cards he was dealt and shuffling through them.
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Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
It's down to Devon and Ghengis at the table at cards as both the guard and Magnus have left the table for a moment.
Bristen
Looking from the Paladin to the Automaton, he goes up to the bartender. "You may need to do some training in costumer service, not smart to talk such to a paying patrons, especially when they are in such short supply." He glances around the common room knowingly.
Marion
As Bristen confronts the bartender Marion turns to Magnus, standing up as she does so, and looks directly at the construct. Her face is calm but very firm, all can see the fire of her conviction burning behind her brown eyes, and when she speaks the steel in her voice is evident “I am not afraid of the undead. And I am not afraid of you. Why do you seek to silence me when all I wish is to lend aid to these people? What is it that must be kept secret?”
There are no secrets to be kept nor do I desire your silence on the matter permanently, only that you curb your tongue that what custom we have is not scared away.
He gazes meaningfully at her tabard and shield. Not everyone has the same protections you do, either mystical or martial.
Magnus M-019: Warforged Juggernaut Fighter, Level 1
The bartender stares Bristen right back in the eye for a moment. He shrugs. "Good help is scarce at the best of times. Magnus just takes his role of security a bit... zealously. He'll calm down eventually. Say, though," a gleam enters the bartender's eyes. "I think you all might be able to help with that. I have a proposal for your, er, party." He pulls out a pad of paper and begins to write furiously. "The gist of it" he says as he scratches out several lines on the paper, "is that you take him with you. Train him on dealing with other beings. You seem prepared to go out and fight gods only know what. Why not bring along a bit of extra muscle? You'll all be reimbursed of course. Lodging for the duration of the contract. Two meals a day for the same time, as well as a modest stipend. What do you say?" He slides the paper and a pen over to Bristen on the bar. The document details his verbal accompaniment almost to the letter, specifying a one month period of time during which Magnus would be tasked to protect the party, rather than the inn, for which said party will be reimbursed with lodgings for that period of time, if requested, as well as breakfast and dinner on those days that the party stayed. An investment totaling 30 gold would change hands, half up front, the rest at the end of the term, at which point the contract would be finished and affairs returned to their pre-contract state.
Marion
As Magnus speaks of protections Marion's visage soften's immediately. As she was about to reply she overhears the bartender's conversation with Bristen and waits to hear what he has to say. As he talks of their party she feels her hopes rise, for she already wished to ask the others if they would join her.
As he finishes she looks back to Magnus with a gentle and pleading expression "I am not here to scare anyone away big one, but to rekindle the flame of hope. Can't you see that hiding in the shadows of this burden is what scares people? Talking about the things that frighten us is where courage begins. Would you not rather stand against the threat directly than linger here and warn others of what lurks outside?"
Turning to Bristen she says "What say you friend, shall we stand together?"
Bristen
Bristen looks from the bartender to Marion and back again. "Who could say no to an offer such as that? Though I would say when we're in town 3 meals would be more to my liking, I am after all, a growing boy, and I doubt we'll be staying here very often unless our journeys are close by." "Who knows, I may even practice my craft while we're here and I'm betting that would bring in a few costumers." To Marion, "No one should have to live like this, though I don't relish fighting the undead, I will assist you, It will be worth it just to see the big guy learn how to deal with people."