As I said, I’ve lived in Waterdeep for over three hundred years, my whole life. Worked as a librarian in the WPL the whole time. As far as the arcane arts go, well I got sort of a starter book not long ago, and since then I’ve just been studying my butt off. Really just reading every book or scroll I can get my hands on. I just found a book here in Barovia that nearly doubled my repertoire. Sure, I’ve been to The Broken Glass District plenty. Haven’t heard of The Cheerful Path, but I was never one for meditation. I’ve seen the sign for The Dirty Stool, but never went in. The name turns me off. Always made me feel like I’d get dysentery there.
Carry on, friends. Sorry for my continued slowness. I am (believe it or not) currently crushed by telework, but I expect that to let up mid- to late tomorrow afternoon.
There's pretty much nothing you can't get there, dysentery included, depending on whether or not you know what you're about. The regulars are mostly a fun crowd. Here, try this.
While walking, and trying to not trip Dexterity 9:, Chubs fishes through his pack and pulls out his great mug. He pours a clear fluid from his canteen into it, and possibly some seasoning from the bottom of his pack. And presents it to Barnaby to drink.
If Barnaby examines the contents of the mug, he sees a slightly frothy amber liquid.
Barnaby gives a little shrug and takes a big swallow of the sweet smelling brew. He wipes the foam from his mustache with the back of his sleeve and then peers into the mug with a broad smile. Yeah...YEAH! And he drains the remainder in a flash. Thanks Chubs. You’re alright.
It is beer. It is beer that is flavored much like the crud one might find at the bottom of an old backpack. But strangely, it is delightfully so! It's the best backpack-crud beer you've ever had, and better than most regular flavored beers too.
It's magic. Chubs winks. It turns whatever I put into it, into great beer.
The monks at the brewery used it to create new flavors. When my brothers left, and I stayed, they said I should hold onto it for the order. It helps to have my mind clear for meditation, but ki is rooted in contentment, and there's nothing that makes a fellow content like a good drink with friends. Perhaps, Brother Barnaby, you'll let me teach you some meditation. It may not have appealed to you, because you never found the right guide.
In a place like this, Chubs looks around with a shiver, a little bit of fortified solace can go a long way.
I have never had trouble with being content. My whole life I sat at a desk and worked my way from one book to the next. I was very content. I raised my children and then played with my grandchildren. I was very content. My wife loved me and I loved her. I was very content. I left Waterdeep specifically because I wanted to be less content.
Interesting. It does take some discipline. Friends. Friends and song and good food. That's what you need. When do we stop for lunch? I'll cook something up proper.
In the mean time, here's an old ditty we used to sing about a three-hour tour, not entirely unlike our own predicament.
A light drizzle begins to fall. Unpainted fences blindly follow the trail, which skirts north of a sprawling vineyard before bending south toward a stately building. The fog takes on ghostly forms as it swirls between the neatly tended rows of grapevines. Here and there, you see rope-handled half-barrels used for hauling grapes. North of the trail is a large stand of trees. A man wearing a dark cloak and cowl stands at the edge of the trees, beckoning you.
Those of you curious to know where you are on the map of the valley may consult it. (Reminder: It's linked in the OP of this thread). There is a clearing at roughly the midpoint of the map against the western edge. If you look closely, you will see little lines indicating where crops might be found. That is the vineyard.
On seeing the cloaked figure beckoning them off the trail toward the trees, Lucento's hand moves almost imperceptibly toward the hilt of his shortsword (not that he ever uses it). "Safe to say this is not our winemaker?", he ponders aloud in a low whisper.
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Well...these fire resistant robes are nice and all, but I hope to find some rain resistant robes. I'm getting positively soaked. Barnaby frowns.
Upon seeing the cloaked figure and hearing Lucento's reaction, Yes, probably not. Feeling the courage of the swiftly quaffed ale within him, Barnaby lifts his staff and swings his other arm about with dramatic intent. He mumbles some arcane sounding words in an attempt to show the powerful magic that he has cast over the party. Performance: 16
We are protected!Kif, Barnaby prods Kif from behind, let us approach this hooded rapscallion. This all in a bit of a stage whisper to make sure the man can hear.
As I said, I’ve lived in Waterdeep for over three hundred years, my whole life. Worked as a librarian in the WPL the whole time.
As far as the arcane arts go, well I got sort of a starter book not long ago, and since then I’ve just been studying my butt off. Really just reading every book or scroll I can get my hands on. I just found a book here in Barovia that nearly doubled my repertoire.
Sure, I’ve been to The Broken Glass District plenty. Haven’t heard of The Cheerful Path, but I was never one for meditation. I’ve seen the sign for The Dirty Stool, but never went in. The name turns me off. Always made me feel like I’d get dysentery there.
Carry on, friends. Sorry for my continued slowness. I am (believe it or not) currently crushed by telework, but I expect that to let up mid- to late tomorrow afternoon.
There's pretty much nothing you can't get there, dysentery included, depending on whether or not you know what you're about. The regulars are mostly a fun crowd. Here, try this.
While walking, and trying to not trip Dexterity 9:, Chubs fishes through his pack and pulls out his great mug. He pours a clear fluid from his canteen into it, and possibly some seasoning from the bottom of his pack. And presents it to Barnaby to drink.
If Barnaby examines the contents of the mug, he sees a slightly frothy amber liquid.
You won't get dysentery from it; I'm pretty sure.
Barnaby looks at it eagerly at first, and then with caution. He swirls and sniffs.
Perception: 9
Chubs, what does Barnaby smell?
It smells like beer. It smells like good beer. With a hint of ... oddnes to it.
Chubs looks at Barnaby, encouragingly, hopefully.
Meanwhile, Kif is on alert, head on a swivel trying to keep an eye on the road ahead and the woods to both sides
18 perception
Barnaby gives a little shrug and takes a big swallow of the sweet smelling brew. He wipes the foam from his mustache with the back of his sleeve and then peers into the mug with a broad smile. Yeah...YEAH! And he drains the remainder in a flash. Thanks Chubs. You’re alright.
It is beer. It is beer that is flavored much like the crud one might find at the bottom of an old backpack. But strangely, it is delightfully so! It's the best backpack-crud beer you've ever had, and better than most regular flavored beers too.
It's magic. Chubs winks. It turns whatever I put into it, into great beer.
The monks at the brewery used it to create new flavors. When my brothers left, and I stayed, they said I should hold onto it for the order. It helps to have my mind clear for meditation, but ki is rooted in contentment, and there's nothing that makes a fellow content like a good drink with friends. Perhaps, Brother Barnaby, you'll let me teach you some meditation. It may not have appealed to you, because you never found the right guide.
In a place like this, Chubs looks around with a shiver, a little bit of fortified solace can go a long way.
I have never had trouble with being content. My whole life I sat at a desk and worked my way from one book to the next. I was very content. I raised my children and then played with my grandchildren. I was very content. My wife loved me and I loved her. I was very content. I left Waterdeep specifically because I wanted to be less content.
Interesting. It does take some discipline. Friends. Friends and song and good food. That's what you need. When do we stop for lunch? I'll cook something up proper.
In the mean time, here's an old ditty we used to sing about a three-hour tour, not entirely unlike our own predicament.
Chubs breaks into song.
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale ...
Barnaby picks up the pace a little and happily bobs his head to Chubs’ terrible singing.
What about you Kif, any encounters with dysentery while you were in the army?
Almost every siege, no matter which side of the wall you were on, sooner or later the flux would come..hell of a way to go,
Inspiration for Chubs and Barnaby for that excellent scene!
I will set the stage for arrival at the winery shortly.
A light drizzle begins to fall. Unpainted fences blindly follow the trail, which skirts north of a sprawling vineyard before bending south toward a stately building. The fog takes on ghostly forms as it swirls between the neatly tended rows of grapevines. Here and there, you see rope-handled half-barrels used for hauling grapes. North of the trail is a large stand of trees. A man wearing a dark cloak and cowl stands at the edge of the trees, beckoning you.
Those of you curious to know where you are on the map of the valley may consult it. (Reminder: It's linked in the OP of this thread). There is a clearing at roughly the midpoint of the map against the western edge. If you look closely, you will see little lines indicating where crops might be found. That is the vineyard.
On seeing the cloaked figure beckoning them off the trail toward the trees, Lucento's hand moves almost imperceptibly toward the hilt of his shortsword (not that he ever uses it). "Safe to say this is not our winemaker?", he ponders aloud in a low whisper.
Well...these fire resistant robes are nice and all, but I hope to find some rain resistant robes. I'm getting positively soaked. Barnaby frowns.
Upon seeing the cloaked figure and hearing Lucento's reaction, Yes, probably not. Feeling the courage of the swiftly quaffed ale within him, Barnaby lifts his staff and swings his other arm about with dramatic intent. He mumbles some arcane sounding words in an attempt to show the powerful magic that he has cast over the party. Performance: 16
We are protected! Kif, Barnaby prods Kif from behind, let us approach this hooded rapscallion. This all in a bit of a stage whisper to make sure the man can hear.
Lucento visibly beams at Barnaby's display of magical and theatrical prowess. Quite the spark plug, this gnome.
Chubs stops singing, and lets a sigh of relief out at the protection Barnaby has given the party.
Kif starts moving forward
thanks for the boost stage whisper
louder greetings, stranger