Blobbin gets up from his stool yet again and gives Tordal a small bow mumbling "All this standing and sitting has got me light headed. Or perhaps that's the wine" Louder he says "Ah yes, the man of faith I was expecting. Welcome, Welcome. We have been discussing some recent troubles but have decided it's best to plan it all out and depart after a good nights rest. Please, get warm around the fire and we'll tell you what we've been discussing"
He waves his hand towards some empty chairs and benches and fills you in on what's already transpired.
Turning toward Oslamir, Blobbin says "Paying indeed! While I keep telling folks payment isn't strictly necessary they continue to offer. The only payment Fyr ever need bring me is a case of this elvish wine" he says boisterously winking at the elf. "However, Fyr has brought here" gesturing to the folded note on the table "a letter of credit from the elves. I daresay that's worth more than gold in many peoples eyes" he says raising his eyebrows.
"Now to this matter at hand." He sits back down with a groan. "We have a couple problems to deal with and certainly need more information. Master Sledge is offering a substantial reward for information, and more for retrieval of his missing shipments while Fyr is, of course, concerned about the shipments he would like to see the trade route restored and discover what's causing the collapse of the roads." He starts rubbing his belly again. "Hmm, I heard the suggestion of a fake caravan... anyone else like to weigh in on this?"
Tauriel excitedly walks over to examine the newcomer, "Wow Mr. Tordal! Your clothes are way flashier than what Mr. Sinjin's wearing and you're much bulkier too. Are all Gnomes this different from each other?"
A tall, tan skinned elf slowly made her approach toward the small camp, taking in an anxious breath as she noticed the group before her. She fixed up her dark shoulder length hair into a half ponytail upon her head before taking the steps needed, her toes feeling the leaves beneath her as her feet were only wrapped in bandages. She gripped onto the soft fabric of her wool coat as she tried not to make herself too obvious to the group seated around the campfire.
"Er, excuse me?" Her soft, timid voice chimed out as she made herself known to them, a sheepish smile creeping its way onto her face. "I apologize if I seem to be interrupting anything, terribly sorry," she began. "But I'm looking for a gentleman by the name of Mr. Blobbin?"
Tordal looks to the minotaur and scoffs, "I am no weak Gnome. I am a Dwarf from the southern hills of Faerun where our beards grow longer than the tallest gnome."
Having finished his meal, Oslamir enjoys the fire while quietly strumming his lute, "A caravn could work but we would be walking right into an ambush. Also, we would have to hide some of our number. I can't imagine any bandits attacking an obviously well guarded wagon." With a smile Oslamir continues, "Shouldn't be too hard to hide Tordal, Tauriel and Sinjin. Our Dragonborn friend might be a little more difficult to hide but I'm sure I could come up with something. I learned a good deal about costume and disguises assisting the entertainers that peformed at the tavern where I worked the past few years."
Rhogar gives an awkward chuckle. Then he suggests a solution “ There would be no reason to hide me if we were a slave wagon and I was a captive and lightly chained at the back. If of course we don’t come up with anything more suitable.”
Feeling embarrassed at her racial mismatch, Tauriel slowly edges back towards the main group. "Whatever you say Mr. Oslamir. No matter what happens, expect me to burst out swinging. Those bandits don't know what's coming to them!"
Fyr looks between and Tuariel and Tordal and breaks out laughing... "Hahaha, now that is a comment worthy of an elf" He turns towards Blobbin. "I like that one!"
Blobbin looking at the newcommer says "I'm sorry lass, but I'm not getting up again. I am Blobbin and while I appreciate good manners there's no need for apologies. Come sit by the fire. You've come for training yes?" He reaches for another olive and noticing they're gone rings the bell again.
"I'm afraid the typical training has been put to the side, as urgent matters have brought to our attention. Would someone like to fill the young lass in?"
OOC: RPDorito I don't see a linked character for you yet. Can you join a character to the campaign please? If you don't know what that means message me :)
Tordal closes his eyes briefly before quoting from memory:
The LORD says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life.” I will advise you and watch over you.
I suggest we investigate the source of trade route collapsing. Further collapses would be detrimental to the region and the Light can guide us through the darkness should we have to enter the sink holes.
Sinjin stroked his beard, eying the dwarf. Then the new elf who joined them by the fire. He listened to everyone's ideas and ate his last piece of cheese.
"I just thought of something. We could send a wagon through to a certain point before the wheel 'acidentally' breaks" he put finger quotes around the word accidentally.
"It'll be like baiting the wolves, but we're something that eats wolves. Once the bandits close in, our fighters come out from their cover and ambush." Sinjin exaggerated by pushing his hands together in a constricting motion. "Our ranged fighters remain in the wood line and pick people off from a distance."
"How does that sound Mr. Blobbin?" Sinjin asked and looked directly at the dwarf instead of the halfling.. completely clueless to who he was looking at.
Ooc- if those of you who have recently joined, in case you didn't know, Sinjin is almost if not completely blind
Blobbin looks at Fyr and pointing at Sinjin in a wine induced stage whisper says "Can we talk about the elephant in the room. Don't worry he can't see me. Anything you can do with my meager tools?"
Fyr looks at Sinjin and says much quieter to Blobbin...
Make perception checks for anyone who wants to hear
ooc: Sorry, I got a little carried away with my research while creating this dwarf and it took a bit longer than intended
Blobbin gets up from his stool yet again and gives Tordal a small bow mumbling "All this standing and sitting has got me light headed. Or perhaps that's the wine" Louder he says "Ah yes, the man of faith I was expecting. Welcome, Welcome. We have been discussing some recent troubles but have decided it's best to plan it all out and depart after a good nights rest. Please, get warm around the fire and we'll tell you what we've been discussing"
He waves his hand towards some empty chairs and benches and fills you in on what's already transpired.
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
OOC. All good. Like I had said I could work folks in along the way, plus research is good!
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Turning toward Oslamir, Blobbin says "Paying indeed! While I keep telling folks payment isn't strictly necessary they continue to offer. The only payment Fyr ever need bring me is a case of this elvish wine" he says boisterously winking at the elf. "However, Fyr has brought here" gesturing to the folded note on the table "a letter of credit from the elves. I daresay that's worth more than gold in many peoples eyes" he says raising his eyebrows.
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
"Now to this matter at hand." He sits back down with a groan. "We have a couple problems to deal with and certainly need more information. Master Sledge is offering a substantial reward for information, and more for retrieval of his missing shipments while Fyr is, of course, concerned about the shipments he would like to see the trade route restored and discover what's causing the collapse of the roads." He starts rubbing his belly again. "Hmm, I heard the suggestion of a fake caravan... anyone else like to weigh in on this?"
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Tauriel excitedly walks over to examine the newcomer, "Wow Mr. Tordal! Your clothes are way flashier than what Mr. Sinjin's wearing and you're much bulkier too. Are all Gnomes this different from each other?"
A tall, tan skinned elf slowly made her approach toward the small camp, taking in an anxious breath as she noticed the group before her. She fixed up her dark shoulder length hair into a half ponytail upon her head before taking the steps needed, her toes feeling the leaves beneath her as her feet were only wrapped in bandages. She gripped onto the soft fabric of her wool coat as she tried not to make herself too obvious to the group seated around the campfire.
"Er, excuse me?" Her soft, timid voice chimed out as she made herself known to them, a sheepish smile creeping its way onto her face. "I apologize if I seem to be interrupting anything, terribly sorry," she began. "But I'm looking for a gentleman by the name of Mr. Blobbin?"
Tordal looks to the minotaur and scoffs, "I am no weak Gnome. I am a Dwarf from the southern hills of Faerun where our beards grow longer than the tallest gnome."
Having finished his meal, Oslamir enjoys the fire while quietly strumming his lute, "A caravn could work but we would be walking right into an ambush. Also, we would have to hide some of our number. I can't imagine any bandits attacking an obviously well guarded wagon." With a smile Oslamir continues, "Shouldn't be too hard to hide Tordal, Tauriel and Sinjin. Our Dragonborn friend might be a little more difficult to hide but I'm sure I could come up with something. I learned a good deal about costume and disguises assisting the entertainers that peformed at the tavern where I worked the past few years."
Rhogar gives an awkward chuckle. Then he suggests a solution “ There would be no reason to hide me if we were a slave wagon and I was a captive and lightly chained at the back. If of course we don’t come up with anything more suitable.”
Feeling embarrassed at her racial mismatch, Tauriel slowly edges back towards the main group. "Whatever you say Mr. Oslamir. No matter what happens, expect me to burst out swinging. Those bandits don't know what's coming to them!"
Fyr looks between and Tuariel and Tordal and breaks out laughing... "Hahaha, now that is a comment worthy of an elf" He turns towards Blobbin. "I like that one!"
Blobbin looking at the newcommer says "I'm sorry lass, but I'm not getting up again. I am Blobbin and while I appreciate good manners there's no need for apologies. Come sit by the fire. You've come for training yes?" He reaches for another olive and noticing they're gone rings the bell again.
"I'm afraid the typical training has been put to the side, as urgent matters have brought to our attention. Would someone like to fill the young lass in?"
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
OOC: RPDorito I don't see a linked character for you yet. Can you join a character to the campaign please? If you don't know what that means message me :)
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
One of the young humans arrives carrying a tray of cheese and olives and puts it in front of Blobbin.
Sledge is nodding and says "A fake caravan could work nicely"
Fyr perks up and says "But if the cave ins on the trade route continue more shipments will certainly go awry"
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Tordal closes his eyes briefly before quoting from memory:
The LORD says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life.” I will advise you and watch over you.
I suggest we investigate the source of trade route collapsing. Further collapses would be detrimental to the region and the Light can guide us through the darkness should we have to enter the sink holes.
Sinjin stroked his beard, eying the dwarf. Then the new elf who joined them by the fire. He listened to everyone's ideas and ate his last piece of cheese.
"I just thought of something. We could send a wagon through to a certain point before the wheel 'acidentally' breaks" he put finger quotes around the word accidentally.
"It'll be like baiting the wolves, but we're something that eats wolves. Once the bandits close in, our fighters come out from their cover and ambush." Sinjin exaggerated by pushing his hands together in a constricting motion. "Our ranged fighters remain in the wood line and pick people off from a distance."
"How does that sound Mr. Blobbin?" Sinjin asked and looked directly at the dwarf instead of the halfling.. completely clueless to who he was looking at.
Ooc- if those of you who have recently joined, in case you didn't know, Sinjin is almost if not completely blind
Blobbin looks at Fyr and pointing at Sinjin in a wine induced stage whisper says "Can we talk about the elephant in the room. Don't worry he can't see me. Anything you can do with my meager tools?"
Fyr looks at Sinjin and says much quieter to Blobbin...
Make perception checks for anyone who wants to hear
That's what happens when you wear a helmet your whole life!
My house rules
Ooc- how do we make rolls?
Tauriel attempts to listen in on what the halfling is saying:
2
ooc- there's a dice function in the tooltips. Should be a black square showing three dots. It'll pop up a thing. More info here: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/d-d-beyond-general/play-by-post/2985-rolling-dice
Idk how to format dice rolls in character tho.
Tordal leans in to listen
13
ooc: I did 1d20 plus my perception, correct?