'Wazzock rolls out of bed and takes some time to comb her hair out and braid it. She puts on a plain tunic and dark leather pants, then locks her door and goes to find the washroom to splash her face with water. She hums a happy tune as she strides around the inn, and there's a lightness in her step. Entering the common room, Wazzock doesn't pay much attention to her surroundings, focused as she is on getting breakfast. She sidles up next to the lizardfolk woman and waves her little finger at Brenna.'"I'll have two of everything that Myren is making. Ooh, is that tea?"
Cinder will come downstairs after polishing her horn. She sits down next to Mazin saying, “Mind some company for breakfast? I don’t like eating alone.”
If he allows it, she’ll eat with him in a comfortable silence as they finish their food.
Mazin smiles at the Tiefling. "Please, come and sit! The food is very good, and the tea is amazing!" He will say, with a wink towards Brenna.
'Wazzock rolls out of bed and takes some time to comb her hair out and braid it. She puts on a plain tunic and dark leather pants, then locks her door and goes to find the washroom to splash her face with water. She hums a happy tune as she strides around the inn, and there's a lightness in her step. Entering the common room, Wazzock doesn't pay much attention to her surroundings, focused as she is on getting breakfast. She sidles up next to the lizardfolk woman and waves her little finger at Brenna.'"I'll have two of everything that Myren is making. Ooh, is that tea?"
'Brenna smiles at Wazzock, and the half-orc can easily tell that the woman seems to be in a fine mood this morning as she nods, grabbing an empty plate off the counter saying,'
"Well of course, my dear. It's the least I can do after your wonderful assistance last night. We haven't had a good helper like that in the Oak since Myren's nephew Benthin came out here from Cragside a few years back to enjoy some 'country living', hehehe.
And yes, tea it is, Lemon to be exact. I grow, dry and brew it myself, I'm not too modest to admit. A might decent drop it is too, even the Alcalde himself says so, and Reevis is the sort of fellow who would know such things."
'The matronly woman goes about heaping a massive breakfast serving for Wazzock as she continues blathering away happily, before pouring the half-orc an undeniably lovely cup of lemon tea.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Altani awakes, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and greets the morning sun with a quick prayer. Hungry, she quickly gets herself ready and then rides into the Marsh Oak, but stops to look over at Alwin for a few moments before continuing. Inside she notices Mazin next to the Cinder, she strides up to the same table with a"Morning. Looks like you busied yourself last night with some wood carving Mazin."
Motioning to Brenna"May I have something for breakfast, eggs with toast would be nice and some of your tea. I can smell its fine aroma from her"she says, sniffing the air.
Looking around at those in the inn, Altani takes some time to run her eyes over the the lizardwoman and the two human males, taking note of there weapons, how they carry themselves and anything that catches her eye.Perception8
...yep Lizardwoman and some ugly men, tea and toast smell so nice...
Altani awakes, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and greets the morning sun with a quick prayer. Hungry, she quickly gets herself ready and then rides into the Marsh Oak, but stops to look over at Alwin for a few moments before continuing. Inside she notices Mazin next to the Cinder, she strides up to the same table with a"Morning. Looks like you busied yourself last night with some wood carving Mazin."
Motioning to Brenna"May I have something for breakfast, eggs with toast would be nice and some of your tea. I can smell its fine aroma from her"she says, sniffing the air.
Looking around at those in the inn, Altani takes some time to run her eyes over the the lizardwoman and the two human males, taking note of there weapons, how they carry themselves and anything that catches her eye.Perception8
...yep Lizardwoman and some ugly men, tea and toast smell so nice...
Mazin smiles and nods to the centaur as she comes up "Ahh, yes. I wanted to make these for Thurk, to honor the animals that his people hold sacred. The first one came out well enough, depicting the crocodile we fought. The second, I tried to capture Thurk's feeling and tone as he spoke of Semuanya. Maybe the spirits aided me, but I think this may have been one of my best works yet. I was so engrossed, I didn't even realize what I was carving until it was done." He places the two totem carvings onto the table as he speaks.
'Kestrell rises early, with a slight headache. He rises, washes his face and other parts in the bowl of water with the pretty smelling soap, then begins to dress. He places his backup dagger in his boot, hidden away. His primary dagger goes on his belt, with light crossbow and bolts on his back. His crystal, used as an arcane focus, goes in his breast pocket. He packs the rest of his things in his packpack, picks up his walking staff and heads dowstairs for a cup of coffee and breakfast..'
"Good morning Altani! Wow, what a night, aye? We must have given that poor gnome a fright! Where is Alwin, anyway?"
"I was going to continue my journey today. But perhaps I'll stick around and see if I can be of some help with these murders. And maybe we should look for that Moorcat, huh?"
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Alwin finishes up his training minding everything going on, though his curiosity is peaked by the two gentlemen walking towards the Marsh Oaks. They appeared interesting but he could feel himself getting hungry and decided to go to the Marsh Oaks. Walking directly to the bar and just sitting down "Excuse m..." he fights through his words a little harder "me, could I get some breakfa..." he grips his hands tight "breakfast please."
Motioning to Brenna"May I have something for breakfast, eggs with toast would be nice and some of your tea. I can smell its fine aroma from her"she says, sniffing the air.
Looking around at those in the inn, Altani takes some time to run her eyes over the the lizardwoman and the two human males, taking note of there weapons, how they carry themselves and anything that catches her eye.Perception8
...yep Lizardwoman and some ugly men, tea and toast smell so nice...
"You sure may, my dear. Myren's just put on another batch, so it might be a moment though. And that tea is my own blend it is, and should warm you nicely on this blustery Autumn's morning. Made from lemons off my tree out back, like the ones I hear grow wild on them wonderful open plains that your people come from."
'As Brenna chats with Altani amicably, taking the warrior's coin for the tea and breakfast served, the centaur notice's the weapons and armour of the lizardwoman, as well as the openly worn longsword and dagger upon the belt of the warrior sitting with the man with the eye-patch, though the cloak of the visually impaired man conceals whatever weapons that he may have on his person.'
[OOC] Altani may make an insight check and read the below spoiler with a score of 10 or more:
DC 10:
'Despite sitting upright upon her stool with her shoulders squared and back, the lizardwoman's bearing and long reptilian features give a sense of despondence. The two men who are speaking at the table she glances at seem of similar middle-age, but it is clear from the tone of his voice and gestures that the man with the eye patch considers himself the other man's superior in some fashion, giving affirming or negative nods to the warrior, who himself sits with the comfortable ease of man armed and capable of self-defense.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Alwin finishes up his training minding everything going on, though his curiosity is peaked by the two gentlemen walking towards the Marsh Oaks. They appeared interesting but he could feel himself getting hungry and decided to go to the Marsh Oaks. Walking directly to the bar and just sitting down "Excuse m..." he fights through his words a little harder "me, could I get some breakfa..." he grips his hands tight "breakfast please."
'Just as he is about to walk back into the inn, Alwin catches sight of a thin figure in a long, black cloak standing near the entrance to the large circus tent. Unable to make out the person's features due to the heavy cowl covering their head, the perceptive half-elf still detects the subtle motion of the figure's head turning to watch the fighter's departure.
Reentering the Marsh Oak's common room, Alwin notices Brenna at the bar, as well as a number of other guests eating breakfast. As he takes a seat enquiring after a meal, the sharp-eyed fighter sees a lean elvish woman about the same height as he is descend the stairs and walk over to Myren. Alwin is taken aback momentarily, both by the beautiful woman's confident yet graceful bearing and by her silver/blue glimmering chain shirt and the moonstone pommel of her finely crafted greatsword, worn easily across her back. The warrior's long silver hair is braided intricately, and her white-blue tinted skin and sharply pointed brows and ears mark her moonelf heritage as obvious to the fighter who grew up around the elves of Leyinthalar. However, it is the womans arms and armour that most catch Alwin's attention, both clearly being of Elvish make and of superior craftsmanship.
Alwin manages to bring his flustered attention back in time to catch the last of the stout Brenna's reply,'
"... should do you, being a little on the skinny side as you are, no offence intended of course. How about some nice lemon tea? Probably not as fine as your... as the kinds that our neighbours the elves brew, but most say that it's still plenty nice enough."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
Altani nodes at Kestrells comments. "It was unexpected to say the least. I hope I managed to convince them it was all a misunderstanding.
I would appreciate it if you stayed and helped get to the bottom of this. You can clearly handle yourself and I believe once we have started to lend aid to these townsfolk, we should see it through.
As for the Moorcat my friend, you don't want to meet one. I have seen many of my kin not return from hunting one."
She smiles and talks to Brenna before Alwin walks in and she nodes in his direction. She looks back at Kestrell. "No more gnomes today please..."
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Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
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'Wazzock eats her meal slowly, enjoying every bite, and sipping the delicious tea. She asks for seconds and then thirds on the tea. Truly enjoying every minute of it. But she also tries to start a conversation with the lizardfolk woman sitting beside her, her smile beaming and her blue eyes gleaming.' "Good morning Silver Star... uh soldier? Officer? Apologies I'm not sure what to... I'm Wazzock. Would you care to share a story of justice? I will happily cover your meal and or drinks, whether you've a story to share or not, haha!"
Alwin turns away shyly, turning a little red, as his hand immediately pull up his hood. He just looks down at his food “Tha…nk you I’m sure it’ll be wonderful miss.”
He just begins to eat the meal that was placed in front of him.
'Wazzock eats her meal slowly, enjoying every bite, and sipping the delicious tea. She asks for seconds and then thirds on the tea. Truly enjoying every minute of it. But she also tries to start a conversation with the lizardfolk woman sitting beside her, her smile beaming and her blue eyes gleaming.' "Good morning Silver Star... uh soldier? Officer? Apologies I'm not sure what to... I'm Wazzock. Would you care to share a story of justice? I will happily cover your meal and or drinks, whether you've a story to share or not, haha!"
'The lizardwoman warrior glances across at Wazzock, giving the armoured tusk-warrior a quick once over before the Silverstar pushes up from the bar, truning towards the door as she growls out in a low throaty sibilant voice,'
"Sergeant Leetha... On duty Sergeant Leetha."
'Apparently disinterested in conversing with the half-orc or perhaps just due for duty, the lean militia member throws a silver piece on the bar and begins walking towards the front door.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
'The lizardwoman warrior glances across at Wazzock, giving the armoured tusk-warrior a quick once over before the Silverstar pushes up from the bar, truning towards the door as she growls out in a low throaty sibilant voice,'
"Sergeant Leetha... On duty Sergeant Leetha."
'Apparently disinterested in conversing with the half-orc or perhaps just due for duty, the lean militia member throws a silver piece on the bar and begins walking towards the front door.'
Mazin, finishing his meal, sees the Sergeant get up. He waves to her as she's moves by the table. "Oh, Sergeant! Have you spoken with Thurk today or last night? Has there been any leads on the murder of Exbrin?"
Altani takes her tea and sips it, starting to tell the story of the Moorcats."What is there to say about the Moorcat. They are skilled predators, as big as a person, even a smaller centaur"she motions the height as she talks. "These cats are smokey black or brown, which lets them hid in the moors easily. If it does not wish to been seem, you will not find it...I have been told tales by the Windspeaker shaman of hunters that have watched one who was bold enough, stalk a man across leaves and twigs and its footfalls did not make a sound. Like a ghost. When a young warrior comes of age he is tasked with one final hunt, to bring home a creature that is his or her measure. Sometime the brave and foolish will ride from the Leavenwild Plains to the moors in search of this fabled beast, most don't return..."
Altani turns around with keen interest as Mazin asked Leetha about Exbrin.
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Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
'Wazzock rolls out of bed and takes some time to comb her hair out and braid it. She puts on a plain tunic and dark leather pants, then locks her door and goes to find the washroom to splash her face with water. She hums a happy tune as she strides around the inn, and there's a lightness in her step. Entering the common room, Wazzock doesn't pay much attention to her surroundings, focused as she is on getting breakfast. She sidles up next to the lizardfolk woman and waves her little finger at Brenna.' "I'll have two of everything that Myren is making. Ooh, is that tea?"
~♡~
Mazin smiles at the Tiefling. "Please, come and sit! The food is very good, and the tea is amazing!" He will say, with a wink towards Brenna.
'Brenna smiles at Wazzock, and the half-orc can easily tell that the woman seems to be in a fine mood this morning as she nods, grabbing an empty plate off the counter saying,'
"Well of course, my dear. It's the least I can do after your wonderful assistance last night. We haven't had a good helper like that in the Oak since Myren's nephew Benthin came out here from Cragside a few years back to enjoy some 'country living', hehehe.
And yes, tea it is, Lemon to be exact. I grow, dry and brew it myself, I'm not too modest to admit. A might decent drop it is too, even the Alcalde himself says so, and Reevis is the sort of fellow who would know such things."
'The matronly woman goes about heaping a massive breakfast serving for Wazzock as she continues blathering away happily, before pouring the half-orc an undeniably lovely cup of lemon tea.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Altani awakes, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and greets the morning sun with a quick prayer. Hungry, she quickly gets herself ready and then rides into the Marsh Oak, but stops to look over at Alwin for a few moments before continuing. Inside she notices Mazin next to the Cinder, she strides up to the same table with a "Morning. Looks like you busied yourself last night with some wood carving Mazin."
Motioning to Brenna "May I have something for breakfast, eggs with toast would be nice and some of your tea. I can smell its fine aroma from her" she says, sniffing the air.
Looking around at those in the inn, Altani takes some time to run her eyes over the the lizardwoman and the two human males, taking note of there weapons, how they carry themselves and anything that catches her eye. Perception 8
...yep Lizardwoman and some ugly men, tea and toast smell so nice...
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Mazin smiles and nods to the centaur as she comes up "Ahh, yes. I wanted to make these for Thurk, to honor the animals that his people hold sacred. The first one came out well enough, depicting the crocodile we fought. The second, I tried to capture Thurk's feeling and tone as he spoke of Semuanya. Maybe the spirits aided me, but I think this may have been one of my best works yet. I was so engrossed, I didn't even realize what I was carving until it was done." He places the two totem carvings onto the table as he speaks.
'Kestrell rises early, with a slight headache. He rises, washes his face and other parts in the bowl of water with the pretty smelling soap, then begins to dress. He places his backup dagger in his boot, hidden away. His primary dagger goes on his belt, with light crossbow and bolts on his back. His crystal, used as an arcane focus, goes in his breast pocket. He packs the rest of his things in his packpack, picks up his walking staff and heads dowstairs for a cup of coffee and breakfast..'
"Good morning Altani! Wow, what a night, aye? We must have given that poor gnome a fright! Where is Alwin, anyway?"
"I was going to continue my journey today. But perhaps I'll stick around and see if I can be of some help with these murders. And maybe we should look for that Moorcat, huh?"
Alwin finishes up his training minding everything going on, though his curiosity is peaked by the two gentlemen walking towards the Marsh Oaks. They appeared interesting but he could feel himself getting hungry and decided to go to the Marsh Oaks. Walking directly to the bar and just sitting down "Excuse m..." he fights through his words a little harder "me, could I get some breakfa..." he grips his hands tight "breakfast please."
[OOC] perception check: 8
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
'Kestrell waves Alwin over to their table and says good naturedly:'
"Alwin! Over here. Quick, there's an old gnome hiding under the table!"
"You sure may, my dear. Myren's just put on another batch, so it might be a moment though. And that tea is my own blend it is, and should warm you nicely on this blustery Autumn's morning. Made from lemons off my tree out back, like the ones I hear grow wild on them wonderful open plains that your people come from."
'As Brenna chats with Altani amicably, taking the warrior's coin for the tea and breakfast served, the centaur notice's the weapons and armour of the lizardwoman, as well as the openly worn longsword and dagger upon the belt of the warrior sitting with the man with the eye-patch, though the cloak of the visually impaired man conceals whatever weapons that he may have on his person.'
[OOC] Altani may make an insight check and read the below spoiler with a score of 10 or more:
DC 10:
'Despite sitting upright upon her stool with her shoulders squared and back, the lizardwoman's bearing and long reptilian features give a sense of despondence. The two men who are speaking at the table she glances at seem of similar middle-age, but it is clear from the tone of his voice and gestures that the man with the eye patch considers himself the other man's superior in some fashion, giving affirming or negative nods to the warrior, who himself sits with the comfortable ease of man armed and capable of self-defense.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'Just as he is about to walk back into the inn, Alwin catches sight of a thin figure in a long, black cloak standing near the entrance to the large circus tent. Unable to make out the person's features due to the heavy cowl covering their head, the perceptive half-elf still detects the subtle motion of the figure's head turning to watch the fighter's departure.
Reentering the Marsh Oak's common room, Alwin notices Brenna at the bar, as well as a number of other guests eating breakfast. As he takes a seat enquiring after a meal, the sharp-eyed fighter sees a lean elvish woman about the same height as he is descend the stairs and walk over to Myren. Alwin is taken aback momentarily, both by the beautiful woman's confident yet graceful bearing and by her silver/blue glimmering chain shirt and the moonstone pommel of her finely crafted greatsword, worn easily across her back. The warrior's long silver hair is braided intricately, and her white-blue tinted skin and sharply pointed brows and ears mark her moonelf heritage as obvious to the fighter who grew up around the elves of Leyinthalar. However, it is the womans arms and armour that most catch Alwin's attention, both clearly being of Elvish make and of superior craftsmanship.
Alwin manages to bring his flustered attention back in time to catch the last of the stout Brenna's reply,'
"... should do you, being a little on the skinny side as you are, no offence intended of course. How about some nice lemon tea? Probably not as fine as your... as the kinds that our neighbours the elves brew, but most say that it's still plenty nice enough."
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
Altani nodes at Kestrells comments. "It was unexpected to say the least. I hope I managed to convince them it was all a misunderstanding.
I would appreciate it if you stayed and helped get to the bottom of this. You can clearly handle yourself and I believe once we have started to lend aid to these townsfolk, we should see it through.
As for the Moorcat my friend, you don't want to meet one. I have seen many of my kin not return from hunting one."
She smiles and talks to Brenna before Alwin walks in and she nodes in his direction. She looks back at Kestrell. "No more gnomes today please..."
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
"Oh? Tell me more. I've heard of the Moorcat, but never encountered one. They sound like a tough hunt."
Cinder leans in, also having heard of Moorcats, and listens to Altani’s story.
'Wazzock eats her meal slowly, enjoying every bite, and sipping the delicious tea. She asks for seconds and then thirds on the tea. Truly enjoying every minute of it. But she also tries to start a conversation with the lizardfolk woman sitting beside her, her smile beaming and her blue eyes gleaming.' "Good morning Silver Star... uh soldier? Officer? Apologies I'm not sure what to... I'm Wazzock. Would you care to share a story of justice? I will happily cover your meal and or drinks, whether you've a story to share or not, haha!"
persuasion : 3 [ooc: if needed. haha smooooth.]
~♡~
Alwin turns away shyly, turning a little red, as his hand immediately pull up his hood. He just looks down at his food “Tha…nk you I’m sure it’ll be wonderful miss.”
He just begins to eat the meal that was placed in front of him.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
'The lizardwoman warrior glances across at Wazzock, giving the armoured tusk-warrior a quick once over before the Silverstar pushes up from the bar, truning towards the door as she growls out in a low throaty sibilant voice,'
"Sergeant Leetha... On duty Sergeant Leetha."
'Apparently disinterested in conversing with the half-orc or perhaps just due for duty, the lean militia member throws a silver piece on the bar and begins walking towards the front door.'
D&D is a game, but it's not just a game. It's the ultimate storyboard, a campfire to share with friends, an imaginary call to imaginary arms and a ship to sail to horizons yet undreamt of...
DM Trevails Upon the Trackless Sea
'Wazzock's smile droops a little, but returns as she orders another tea.'
~♡~
Mazin, finishing his meal, sees the Sergeant get up. He waves to her as she's moves by the table. "Oh, Sergeant! Have you spoken with Thurk today or last night? Has there been any leads on the murder of Exbrin?"
Altani takes her tea and sips it, starting to tell the story of the Moorcats. "What is there to say about the Moorcat. They are skilled predators, as big as a person, even a smaller centaur" she motions the height as she talks. "These cats are smokey black or brown, which lets them hid in the moors easily. If it does not wish to been seem, you will not find it...I have been told tales by the Windspeaker shaman of hunters that have watched one who was bold enough, stalk a man across leaves and twigs and its footfalls did not make a sound. Like a ghost. When a young warrior comes of age he is tasked with one final hunt, to bring home a creature that is his or her measure. Sometime the brave and foolish will ride from the Leavenwild Plains to the moors in search of this fabled beast, most don't return..."
Altani turns around with keen interest as Mazin asked Leetha about Exbrin.
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
'Kestrell listens with rapt fascination as Altani describes the Moorcat.'
"Wow, this does indeed sound like a magnificent and scary beast. And to think, we heard one last night!"