"The Wyvern welcomes you," declares a swift forest gnome who seems to appear from nowhere.
"Wine from Tethyr?" he asks with a mild look of surprise on his face as he looks at Irthos. "I daresay I'll need to live another century before I hear that one again. Not a common request but one that I can fulfill nonetheless. That I can."
Turning his attention to Elsa, he says with a grin, "Nothing too strong. Of course, of course. Someone in the group needs to keep her wits about her. A bit of mead coming up!"
The gnome's attention quickly shifts to the nearby halfling who just flicked another dart at the target on the wall. "Another pint'll improve your aim, Tully!"
Returning his focus to the dragonborn siblings, the gnome eyes Preah and Gale."Throwing caution to the wind then? Since she..." he gestures toward Elsa,"...will make sure you arrive safely home, eh?"
Elsa looks around, baffled at how the gnome might have escaped the notice of her siblings. "Oh... uh... hello friend. My name is Elsa, and these are my siblings Irthos, Preah, Gale, and hmm, where did Lucky run off to...? Oh well, nevermind. Thank you for taking our requests, might we have your name sir gnome?"
Gale shrugs and orders his drink, "Give me a shot of your strongest stuff."
Turning to his siblings, he says, "Well, the voyage together for the last 5 days is pretty much how I spent my last couple years. I tried exploring inland at first, but felt the pull of the sea. What about all of you?"
Elsa, who was about to say "well met" to the gnome, stutters a bit and watches him run off. She still appears distracted by all the activity, but when Gale speaks, she wills herself to pay attention to her siblings and settles down a bit.
"For my part, I spent the majority of my time at the Fochlucan Bard College in Silverymoon. I went there directly, by way of Waterdeep. It's a beautiful, inspiring, and magical place the college, and Silverymoon itself is awe-inspiring in its own right. Preah, did you have a chance to pass through the Silver Marches on your way to Sundabar? If I had known I would have been willing to miss a few lessons to spend some time with you."
(OOC: I'm envisioning that even though Preah and Elsa spent time around the same area, they just had a bunch of near misses and never actually ran into each other.)
Zimrick appears a few minutes later, deftly weaving his way between tables and patrons while carrying a large tray laden with food and drink. "Be filled! Be merry!" he blurts out before briskly walking away.
The dice-rolling trio at the nearby table continues to drink, gamble, and laugh, but the half-orc's periodic glances toward the dragonborn do not go unnoticed. He seems curious, not suspicious. Eventually he turns his attention to his dragonborn neighbors, raises his ale mug in one hand, and says good-naturedly, "Cheers to ya! I've not ported here for many years. What do I need to know to make the most of my few days ashore?"
Preah receives her mug and platter with a nod, then turns to her sister. “Honestly, the early days all blur together so much. I just... knew so little. It’s hard to remember my days of ignorance. I’m sure I passed through at one point or another during my search for Bahamut, but it never even occurred to me that my talented sister might be near studying music.”
Irthos looks at his siblings with great interest as they talk of their time away. When it is his turn he speaks excitedly.
“Ah such exciting adventures you’ve all had! And so different too! I of course wanted to see Candlekeep more than anything! But it took me two years to find entry. I spent that time traveling as a book merchant, acquiring and selling on those I had at each destination, and it turned out I was quite good at it too and made quite a nice living. Eventually I found a tome worthy of admission and spent the last year in the great libraries of Candlekeep, which was very handy as I had learned a few tricks as a magician during my years studying many different books and I could hone them further while there.”
Despite the years apart it would be very obvious there is clearly something important Irthos is not sharing with you all about his time away, always the secret keeper.
Gale turns to the half-orc, making a gesture common and recognized among sailors. "Same as all ports. With a bit of drink, the ground will sway like a proper ship!"
While in the tavern and making merry with her siblings, Elsewhere tries to nonchalantly keep her eyes open for danger, looking for birds that might be out of place, appraising the interactions of everyone around them and especially anyone who approaches or talks to them. She sips her wine daintily as she watches the orc's exchange with Gale. She's a bit paranoid after discovering that there were fiendish ravens stalking her and her siblings.
Initially, Elsewhere's vigilant watch over the nearby patrons and surroundings doesn't reveal much of anything. All seems perfectly normal within the inn--eating, drinking, lively conversation, and a bit of gambling here and there.
Roughly fifteen minutes after their arrival at the WInged Wyvern, however, one voice can regularly be heard over the din of laughter and conversation in the inn. Although loud and obnoxious, the voice is far enough away to prevent Elsa and her siblings from discerning distinct words. That is, until the owner of the voice--a ruddy-skinned human male with long, fair-colored hair--makes his way to the back of the inn and notices the half-orc and two humans who are rolling dice and trying to win each other's money. The look on the loud-voiced man's face turns from drunken joviality to mild anger.
"Not linin' yer pockets with cheated gold, I hope, Jeb," he blurts.
Jeb--the half-orc who had exchanged a few words with Gale--looks up and keeps a grin on his face as he says, "The gods' blessings are upon me, nothing more than that, friend. Blessed gold. Not cheated. Not at all."
Jeb then rolls the pair of dice casually before continuing. "Have you and I had the honor of doing a bit of gaming with one another? I don't seem to recall your name, friend, yet you know mine."
The mild anger in the ruddy man's face increases. His response reflects this. "Playin' dumb, eh?" He then says something terse in Orc.
The two humans sitting with Jeb begin to fidget; they're clearly becoming uncomfortable with the sudden change of mood at the table. Jeb narrows his gaze at the angry man but maintains a faint grin. "My good man, enough talk. Sit. Win some gold from me and lighten your spirits." In like kind, he switches to Orc to say one last thing.
Jeb's last words--whatever they are--do nothing to lower the tension. The ruddy-skinned, angry fellow's body language suggests he's about to switch from words to fists, or worse...
Preah, having been to this rodeo before, immediately turns to her siblings. “Think of something quickly, but don’t escalate the conflict. I’ll attempt to buy you some time.” She prays to Bahamut for aid (Emissary of Peace) before standing and approaching the table. She loooks for an open chair, grabbing one from nearby if necessary. “May i join you?” She sits without waiting for an answer. “I saw that you all were playing quite a civil game, I was looking to join. However, it looks as if I may be a bit late. Perhaps you all could stay and play one last round so that I might join in?”
Elsewhere approaches Preah and touches her shoulder.
"Come now sister, we just got to town and you've already had a little drink, we haven't the gold to spare." She turns to the human and says, "Surely if the two of you have a disagreement it can be settled somewhere else, or another time perhaps? No need to sully this fine establishment or break anything, yes?"
The ruddy-faced man whips his head around and glares at Preah, and it's clear he's ready to turn his drunken ire on her for interrupting. "You should..." he begins to say gruffly but cuts himself short as soon as he hears Elsewhere's voice.
Slightly confused initially, he locks eyes with Elsewhere, then Preah, and, lastly, with Jeb. "Bah! So be it! You ain't worth the trouble."Then, speaking to Jeb's two companions, he remarks, "Consider yerselves warned, lads. He's no winner. He's a cheater."
He turns abruptly and strides out of the inn.
Jeb nods and smiles at Preah and Elsewhere. "Well, I'm lucky with the dice and lucky with neighbors! As you now know, I'm Jeb, and your powers of persuasion are worth somethin'! Next round is on me."
Gale puts his shield back down after picking it up pre-emptively. Nodding to Elsa, he says, "Well, you've gone from starting fights when we were little, to stopping fights now that you're all grown up."
Preah shakes her head slightly as the drunken man storms out of the tavern, politely refuses a second drink (although she does not speak for her siblings), and then sits back down with her sister. “Thank Bahamut that you stepped in. I’m not thinking he would have listened to me.”
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Jeb's antagonist proves to be the only wrinkle in an otherwise peaceful and enjoyable hour or two at the Winged Wyvern. As promised, Jeb pays for drinks for anyone who is so inclined.
After a chatting for a while more Elsa starts to look more and more uncomfortable, shifting around in her seat. When everyone is nearly, but not quite, done with their drinks, she stands up suddenly and says quietly to her siblings,
"I think it might be a good idea for us to move along while we still have daylight, we'll need some time to peruse the House of Knowledge's volumes. If you get tired of the books it might be a good time to look around for any equipment or supplies we might need for the journey?"
Elsa looks around, baffled at how the gnome might have escaped the notice of her siblings. "Oh... uh... hello friend. My name is Elsa, and these are my siblings Irthos, Preah, Gale, and hmm, where did Lucky run off to...? Oh well, nevermind. Thank you for taking our requests, might we have your name sir gnome?"
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Gale shrugs and orders his drink, "Give me a shot of your strongest stuff."
Turning to his siblings, he says, "Well, the voyage together for the last 5 days is pretty much how I spent my last couple years. I tried exploring inland at first, but felt the pull of the sea. What about all of you?"
Preah shakes her head. “I’ll... refrain from anything intoxicating. A coffee and a sizable cut of steak, if you have one..”
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"M'name's Zimrick," he responds to Elsa. He then nods to Gale and Preah, indicating he understands their orders, before dashing off.
Elsa, who was about to say "well met" to the gnome, stutters a bit and watches him run off. She still appears distracted by all the activity, but when Gale speaks, she wills herself to pay attention to her siblings and settles down a bit.
"For my part, I spent the majority of my time at the Fochlucan Bard College in Silverymoon. I went there directly, by way of Waterdeep. It's a beautiful, inspiring, and magical place the college, and Silverymoon itself is awe-inspiring in its own right. Preah, did you have a chance to pass through the Silver Marches on your way to Sundabar? If I had known I would have been willing to miss a few lessons to spend some time with you."
(OOC: I'm envisioning that even though Preah and Elsa spent time around the same area, they just had a bunch of near misses and never actually ran into each other.)
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Zimrick appears a few minutes later, deftly weaving his way between tables and patrons while carrying a large tray laden with food and drink. "Be filled! Be merry!" he blurts out before briskly walking away.
The dice-rolling trio at the nearby table continues to drink, gamble, and laugh, but the half-orc's periodic glances toward the dragonborn do not go unnoticed. He seems curious, not suspicious. Eventually he turns his attention to his dragonborn neighbors, raises his ale mug in one hand, and says good-naturedly, "Cheers to ya! I've not ported here for many years. What do I need to know to make the most of my few days ashore?"
Preah receives her mug and platter with a nod, then turns to her sister. “Honestly, the early days all blur together so much. I just... knew so little. It’s hard to remember my days of ignorance. I’m sure I passed through at one point or another during my search for Bahamut, but it never even occurred to me that my talented sister might be near studying music.”
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Irthos looks at his siblings with great interest as they talk of their time away. When it is his turn he speaks excitedly.
“Ah such exciting adventures you’ve all had! And so different too! I of course wanted to see Candlekeep more than anything! But it took me two years to find entry. I spent that time traveling as a book merchant, acquiring and selling on those I had at each destination, and it turned out I was quite good at it too and made quite a nice living. Eventually I found a tome worthy of admission and spent the last year in the great libraries of Candlekeep, which was very handy as I had learned a few tricks as a magician during my years studying many different books and I could hone them further while there.”
Despite the years apart it would be very obvious there is clearly something important Irthos is not sharing with you all about his time away, always the secret keeper.
Gale turns to the half-orc, making a gesture common and recognized among sailors. "Same as all ports. With a bit of drink, the ground will sway like a proper ship!"
"Ha!" laughs the half-orc. "That's seafarers wisdom if I've ever heard it! Ha!"
While in the tavern and making merry with her siblings, Elsewhere tries to nonchalantly keep her eyes open for danger, looking for birds that might be out of place, appraising the interactions of everyone around them and especially anyone who approaches or talks to them. She sips her wine daintily as she watches the orc's exchange with Gale. She's a bit paranoid after discovering that there were fiendish ravens stalking her and her siblings.
perception : 8
insight : 14
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Initially, Elsewhere's vigilant watch over the nearby patrons and surroundings doesn't reveal much of anything. All seems perfectly normal within the inn--eating, drinking, lively conversation, and a bit of gambling here and there.
Roughly fifteen minutes after their arrival at the WInged Wyvern, however, one voice can regularly be heard over the din of laughter and conversation in the inn. Although loud and obnoxious, the voice is far enough away to prevent Elsa and her siblings from discerning distinct words. That is, until the owner of the voice--a ruddy-skinned human male with long, fair-colored hair--makes his way to the back of the inn and notices the half-orc and two humans who are rolling dice and trying to win each other's money. The look on the loud-voiced man's face turns from drunken joviality to mild anger.
"Not linin' yer pockets with cheated gold, I hope, Jeb," he blurts.
Jeb--the half-orc who had exchanged a few words with Gale--looks up and keeps a grin on his face as he says, "The gods' blessings are upon me, nothing more than that, friend. Blessed gold. Not cheated. Not at all."
Jeb then rolls the pair of dice casually before continuing. "Have you and I had the honor of doing a bit of gaming with one another? I don't seem to recall your name, friend, yet you know mine."
The mild anger in the ruddy man's face increases. His response reflects this. "Playin' dumb, eh?" He then says something terse in Orc.
The two humans sitting with Jeb begin to fidget; they're clearly becoming uncomfortable with the sudden change of mood at the table. Jeb narrows his gaze at the angry man but maintains a faint grin. "My good man, enough talk. Sit. Win some gold from me and lighten your spirits." In like kind, he switches to Orc to say one last thing.
Jeb's last words--whatever they are--do nothing to lower the tension. The ruddy-skinned, angry fellow's body language suggests he's about to switch from words to fists, or worse...
Preah, having been to this rodeo before, immediately turns to her siblings. “Think of something quickly, but don’t escalate the conflict. I’ll attempt to buy you some time.” She prays to Bahamut for aid (Emissary of Peace) before standing and approaching the table. She loooks for an open chair, grabbing one from nearby if necessary. “May i join you?” She sits without waiting for an answer. “I saw that you all were playing quite a civil game, I was looking to join. However, it looks as if I may be a bit late. Perhaps you all could stay and play one last round so that I might join in?”
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Elsewhere approaches Preah and touches her shoulder.
"Come now sister, we just got to town and you've already had a little drink, we haven't the gold to spare." She turns to the human and says, "Surely if the two of you have a disagreement it can be settled somewhere else, or another time perhaps? No need to sully this fine establishment or break anything, yes?"
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"Let's all just, walk away hmm?"
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The ruddy-faced man whips his head around and glares at Preah, and it's clear he's ready to turn his drunken ire on her for interrupting. "You should..." he begins to say gruffly but cuts himself short as soon as he hears Elsewhere's voice.
Slightly confused initially, he locks eyes with Elsewhere, then Preah, and, lastly, with Jeb. "Bah! So be it! You ain't worth the trouble." Then, speaking to Jeb's two companions, he remarks, "Consider yerselves warned, lads. He's no winner. He's a cheater."
He turns abruptly and strides out of the inn.
Jeb nods and smiles at Preah and Elsewhere. "Well, I'm lucky with the dice and lucky with neighbors! As you now know, I'm Jeb, and your powers of persuasion are worth somethin'! Next round is on me."
Gale puts his shield back down after picking it up pre-emptively. Nodding to Elsa, he says, "Well, you've gone from starting fights when we were little, to stopping fights now that you're all grown up."
Elsewhere shoots Gale an amused smile and shrugs.
"Honestly, brother, I'm as surprised as you are."
Turning to Jeb, she says "Gratitude, friend Jeb. I'm sure my siblings will enjoy the additional drink."
She returns to her seat, and tries to remain more vigilant without showing her growing apprehension.
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Preah shakes her head slightly as the drunken man storms out of the tavern, politely refuses a second drink (although she does not speak for her siblings), and then sits back down with her sister. “Thank Bahamut that you stepped in. I’m not thinking he would have listened to me.”
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Jeb's antagonist proves to be the only wrinkle in an otherwise peaceful and enjoyable hour or two at the Winged Wyvern. As promised, Jeb pays for drinks for anyone who is so inclined.
After a chatting for a while more Elsa starts to look more and more uncomfortable, shifting around in her seat. When everyone is nearly, but not quite, done with their drinks, she stands up suddenly and says quietly to her siblings,
"I think it might be a good idea for us to move along while we still have daylight, we'll need some time to peruse the House of Knowledge's volumes. If you get tired of the books it might be a good time to look around for any equipment or supplies we might need for the journey?"
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