Welcome to Waterdeep, the Crown of the North, where a wondrous tale of urban adventure is about to unfold. Our story begins with the gathering of adventurers at the Yawning Portal Inn and Tavern. The Yawning Portal is a famous inn and tavern located in the Castle Ward of Waterdeep. Adventurers can meet all sorts of colorful characters here.
The place is a stone building with a slate roof and several chimneys. Most of the ground floor is taken up by the tavern’s common room, which contains a 40-foot-diameter open well (actually the outer shell of a sunken stone tower) that descends 140 feet to the first level of Undermountain, the sprawling dungeon under Waterdeep. A rope-and-pulley mechanism is used to lower adventurers into the well and hoist them out. The upper floors of the Yawning Portal contain comfortable, nicely appointed rooms for guests.The owner of the Yawning Portal, Durnan, is a middle-aged man with chestnut brown hair that recedes to reveal a wide forehead. Sideburns etch the edge of his jawline and connect to a bristling mustache. Prices for food, drink, and lodging are standard at this establishment.
As you entered the tavern, you might have noticed a particular parchment attached to a postboard to the side of the entrance. It would appear that all is not well in the city of splendor.
Blood in the Streets! Gang activity continues to terrorize citizens of Waterdeep. The City Watch recommends that citizens remain vigilant, and report any suspicious activity immediately!
A Night of Intrigue
Your party gathers at the Yawing Portal, by chance or by fate, you have found yourselves gathered around a table on the ground floor, sharing stories of distance places, or retelling tales of some of your previous exploits. Perhaps some of you have met before, or maybe this is your first time meeting. Regardless, your party sits around a wooden table, lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates of cleared food and half-drained tankards. It is a busy night at the tavern, as you talk over the sounds of gamblers yelling and drunk adventurers singing bawdy songs.
Take this time to introduce us to your character. Are you taking part in the revelries of the night? What brought you to the Inn? Are you a new arrival to Waterdeep or is this your home? The story is yours to tell now.
If one looks around Aenio won’t be the first person to stand out. He is in robes that look like https://www.thinkgeek.com/product/af1b/ and looks as if he has been awake for 20 hours. In his robes his spell book with the text “Those who fight without reason are doomed to fail” on top of it. His items are also identified as a shortsword, a pack, and a staff.
Aenio sees this group of people and decides to cast a spell to impress those who may become his friends, he raises his staff and casts Light on it. Which in turn creates the brightest light in the cavern while changing the color to every color of the rainbow.
“Hello fellow travelers! For my warforged and half-drow friends, and you all, a round of drinks on me!” (Yes his speach will now be that color)
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
“Yes, a drink.“ Lockbox says plainly. He doesn’t drink, but he likes to be a part of the crowd. He’s not used to such friendly people, but he likes it. His short life has been filled with the less than pleasant type, so this is a great change for him. His large frame measures almost seven and a half feet, he is round and covered in shiny metal plate. You can hear him clanking every time he moves. He sits on a bench, towards the middle as to not fall on the floor again. He did that the night before and Aenio laughed and laughed. He’s pretty sure it hurt his feelings, but then again he didn’t quite understand what those were.
The red of his eyes scans the room, he sees laughter and smiles all around. Yes, this was a part of life. Sometimes one had to laugh.
”Would you like to hear about the time I was in prison breaking large rocks and accidentally mauled a Goliath?” Lockbox asks the table. Not quite understanding that in civilized conversation you don’t bring up past atrocities. “He lived, but barely! Am I right?”
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
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Aenio looks confused but then mumbles something and hand it over saying
”Go ahead, try it.”
(don’t read this spoiler kestrell)
It was enchanted to shoot a fire bolt if in 5 seconds a person besides Aenio moves it.
Attack: 18 Damage: 4
Funny prank right?
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“Try swinging it in the air” Aenio then jesters to Valla and then says “this friend right here got me here”.
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Kestrell swings the lighted staff in the air, at the same time glances over at Valla, taking his concentration off the lighted staff whirling around his head which swings wild and accidentally hits Lockbox in the shoulder,
"Oh crap! I'm sorry good sir! I didn't mean to get ya!"
Kestrell hands the staff back to Aenio.
"Here, you better take this back. I like all the colors though!"
Turning back to Lockbox: "Let me buy you a cold one to take the sting out of it?"
Kestrell swings the lighted staff in the air, at the same time glances over at Valla, taking his concentration off the lighted staff whirling around his head which swings wild and accidentally hits Lockbox in the shoulder,
"Oh crap! I'm sorry good sir! I didn't mean to get ya!"
Kestrell hands the staff back to Aenio.
"Here, you better take this back. I like all the colors though!"
Turning back to Lockbox: "Let me buy you a cold one to take the sting out of it?"
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
The place where the staff hit Lcokbox didn’t even leave a scratch. He wouldn’t even have noticed if Kestrell didn’t speak up. Well, at least he was sorry. That’s something that Lockbox wasn’t aware of, that people could be sorry to him. Or for him, for that matter. And he called him sir, like he was a knight or a pirate catcher working for the Lords of Waterdeep.
“I have drink already...friend.” Lockbox holds his full cup out awkwardly in your face. He slowly pulls his hand back and then thrusts the cup forward towards Kestrell’s face, “See, drink. Like all of friends around here.”
Lockbox brings his cup down to the table, even this large tankard looks puny in his large metal hands. He felt confident that he was fitting in. He was just like these people, accepted as an equal he was sure. One even thought he was a knight. He liked this lot.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
((OOG I will color code my script tomorrow, I’m on my iPad and being lazy friends. Sorry 🤗))
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"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
A large firbolg hastily makes his way over to the fallen tiefling. "Are you alright miss that was one hefty fall!" a look of genuine concern on his face he is about six and a half foot tall with gray hair/fur, teal skin and very deep forest green eyes. He is wearing a white shirt with the sleeve rolled up and breeches with an apron over the simple clothing and based on the lingering scent of soap and a few suds on the forearms you guess he has been washing dishes and just got off his shift. Looking over to the group around the table nearest to her "O Hello ummm i think your friend has maybe had one too many tonight good to see you start early though!" and he will attempt to help the fallen tiefling to her feet.
'Vassa sits at the table with the two companions he travelled here with, watching the interplay between the elf, warforged and the burly new human arrival. Vassa takes the moment to just enjoy the presence of his new friends and take stock of his surroundings. He sips, rather than guzzles, his drink now, more interested in the company and tavern surroundings than with getting drunk. Finishing a tallish tale about his eventful youth in far-off Amn, his gaze wanders from the large well in the centre of the room, to the mustachioed innkeep. So this is the famed Yawning Portal he thinks to himself as he flags down the amber-haired waitress.'
"Excuse me, but is THAT the famed Durnam, proprietor of the Portal?"
'Vassa asks incredulously. He'd only been in once before briefly on an errand and the innkeep hadn't been present at the time, but he really had expected someone more... impressive. His stare returns to the gaping opening that dominates the centre of the commonroom.Gazing around, Vassa notices for the 1st time that the firbolg and tiefling have joined them at the table. Despite being somewhat distracted, he greets them both with a warm smile, saying as he raises a glass,'
"Welcome to the table. Please feel free to join us. Oh dear, I believe you are correct my good man... this one does look particularly sloshed, though it is somewhat hard to tell with that rosy red glow of hers." 'Noting the raucous games of chance, but having had his fill of gambling for the night, Vassa puts his feet up as he listens to the music played by the human woman with her lute [does that thing only have 3 strings?], but he refrains from pulling out an instrument of his own. The night is young, he thinks, taking another sip of his ale, glancing with keen interest at this eclectic bunch of individuals that he finds himself in the company of.'
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 firbolg look to the half-elf sitting comfortably at the table " Thanks i would be honored to join you all one second" he grabs a chair from a nearby table an drags it over to the booth picking up the unconscious tiefling and sitting her gently in the chair. Taking one large oven mitt like hand he feel the side of her face and forehead taking note of the now burning hot skin and a look of worry crosses his face. "hey now come on you'll be just fine." Looking over to the barmaid that he works with" Hey Bonnie can i get some water over here." still concerned at the heat from the tieflings skin he look back to the half-elf realizing how rude he was being. "im sorry she is burning up not sure if it's just a natural temperament or something worse forgive my rudeness my name is Tiermat. I work here as a dishwasher back in the kitchens it is and honor to meet you all."
Con save ( lowest is 5 seconds highest is 15 minutes) 4
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Aenio promptly passes out for five second before calmly saying “Give me some more of that juice! I just had the best dream ever! I was a ...(time skip for 10 minutes) and that’s how it ended “. Aenio then looks less drunk and says “what was I saying? How much Time has passed?”
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As you're all enjoying the evening and getting to know one another you've become accustomed to the background noise the tavern. With multiple bards playing in various places and shouts coming from different groups of gamblers, The Yawning Portal is not a quiet place. As such you're surprised when all the noise is eclipsed by a shout:
“Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?”
Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
Asariel slowly opens her eyes, she wears a corset and a short dress but not quite a skirt. Her skin is light grey her eyes are entirely purple no pupils, no whites with a faint glow. Her silver hair is woven into a braid
"who... who are all of you? I.... how long was I out?"
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Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Adventurers: Balonypower, Vassasunsta, Kestrell, TheGmoat, CodesterV2, Mindmadejace
Welcome to Waterdeep, the Crown of the North, where a wondrous tale of urban adventure is about to unfold. Our story begins with the gathering of adventurers at the Yawning Portal Inn and Tavern. The Yawning Portal is a famous inn and tavern located in the Castle Ward of Waterdeep. Adventurers can meet all sorts of colorful characters here.
The place is a stone building with a slate roof and several chimneys. Most of the ground floor is taken up by the tavern’s common room, which contains a 40-foot-diameter open well (actually the outer shell of a sunken stone tower) that descends 140 feet to the first level of Undermountain, the sprawling dungeon under Waterdeep. A rope-and-pulley mechanism is used to lower adventurers into the well and hoist them out. The upper floors of the Yawning Portal contain comfortable, nicely appointed rooms for guests.The owner of the Yawning Portal, Durnan, is a middle-aged man with chestnut brown hair that recedes to reveal a wide forehead. Sideburns etch the edge of his jawline and connect to a bristling mustache. Prices for food, drink, and lodging are standard at this establishment.
As you entered the tavern, you might have noticed a particular parchment attached to a postboard to the side of the entrance. It would appear that all is not well in the city of splendor.
Blood in the Streets!
Gang activity continues to terrorize citizens of Waterdeep. The City Watch recommends that citizens remain vigilant, and report any suspicious activity immediately!
A Night of Intrigue
Your party gathers at the Yawing Portal, by chance or by fate, you have found yourselves gathered around a table on the ground floor, sharing stories of distance places, or retelling tales of some of your previous exploits. Perhaps some of you have met before, or maybe this is your first time meeting. Regardless, your party sits around a wooden table, lit by a brightly burning candle and littered with plates of cleared food and half-drained tankards. It is a busy night at the tavern, as you talk over the sounds of gamblers yelling and drunk adventurers singing bawdy songs.
Take this time to introduce us to your character. Are you taking part in the revelries of the night? What brought you to the Inn? Are you a new arrival to Waterdeep or is this your home? The story is yours to tell now.
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
If one looks around Aenio won’t be the first person to stand out. He is in robes that look like https://www.thinkgeek.com/product/af1b/ and looks as if he has been awake for 20 hours. In his robes his spell book with the text “Those who fight without reason are doomed to fail” on top of it. His items are also identified as a shortsword, a pack, and a staff.
Aenio sees this group of people and decides to cast a spell to impress those who may become his friends, he raises his staff and casts Light on it. Which in turn creates the brightest light in the cavern while changing the color to every color of the rainbow.
“Hello fellow travelers! For my warforged and half-drow friends, and you all, a round of drinks on me!” (Yes his speach will now be that color)
(Character sheet https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/CodesterV2/characters/9738665)
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
HEY V-SAUSE MICHAEL HERE!
“Yes, a drink.“ Lockbox says plainly. He doesn’t drink, but he likes to be a part of the crowd. He’s not used to such friendly people, but he likes it. His short life has been filled with the less than pleasant type, so this is a great change for him. His large frame measures almost seven and a half feet, he is round and covered in shiny metal plate. You can hear him clanking every time he moves. He sits on a bench, towards the middle as to not fall on the floor again. He did that the night before and Aenio laughed and laughed. He’s pretty sure it hurt his feelings, but then again he didn’t quite understand what those were.
The red of his eyes scans the room, he sees laughter and smiles all around. Yes, this was a part of life. Sometimes one had to laugh.
”Would you like to hear about the time I was in prison breaking large rocks and accidentally mauled a Goliath?” Lockbox asks the table. Not quite understanding that in civilized conversation you don’t bring up past atrocities. “He lived, but barely! Am I right?”
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Kestrell santers over from the bar, attracted by the light show.
"Well, you are a big fellow aren't you Lockbox?!?".
"And you there, in the robe, I like that staff with all the different colored lights! Can it do Puce?"
Aenio looks confused but then mumbles something and hand it over saying
”Go ahead, try it.”
(don’t read this spoiler kestrell)
It was enchanted to shoot a fire bolt if in 5 seconds a person besides Aenio moves it.
Attack: 18 Damage: 4
Funny prank right?
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
HEY V-SAUSE MICHAEL HERE!
"Thanks! Oh, this is fun! I don't know how to make it change colors though. What brings you all to the Yawning Portal on this cold, Fall evening?"
“Try swinging it in the air” Aenio then jesters to Valla and then says “this friend right here got me here”.
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
HEY V-SAUSE MICHAEL HERE!
Kestrell swings the lighted staff in the air, at the same time glances over at Valla, taking his concentration off the lighted staff whirling around his head which swings wild and accidentally hits Lockbox in the shoulder,
"Oh crap! I'm sorry good sir! I didn't mean to get ya!"
Kestrell hands the staff back to Aenio.
"Here, you better take this back. I like all the colors though!"
Turning back to Lockbox: "Let me buy you a cold one to take the sting out of it?"
(Permission to read th spoiler now, check it)
(Check his AC)
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
HEY V-SAUSE MICHAEL HERE!
The place where the staff hit Lcokbox didn’t even leave a scratch. He wouldn’t even have noticed if Kestrell didn’t speak up. Well, at least he was sorry. That’s something that Lockbox wasn’t aware of, that people could be sorry to him. Or for him, for that matter. And he called him sir, like he was a knight or a pirate catcher working for the Lords of Waterdeep.
“I have drink already...friend.” Lockbox holds his full cup out awkwardly in your face. He slowly pulls his hand back and then thrusts the cup forward towards Kestrell’s face, “See, drink. Like all of friends around here.”
Lockbox brings his cup down to the table, even this large tankard looks puny in his large metal hands. He felt confident that he was fitting in. He was just like these people, accepted as an equal he was sure. One even thought he was a knight. He liked this lot.
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
((OOG I will color code my script tomorrow, I’m on my iPad and being lazy friends. Sorry 🤗))
"...Debts must always be paid, sometimes in more than blood and gold. But this is Ordo Ursa," Ren places his hand on Erakas's chest, right where the Dragonborn's heart is. "Right here. And it always has been and always will be. Don't ever forget that. Because I won't."
Serandis Mendaen (Aereni Elven Rogue/maybe one day Wizard)- Project Point Playtest
Asariel jumps off the table throwing her fur-coat aside starts to walk out of the tavern but trips and falls flat on her face
A large firbolg hastily makes his way over to the fallen tiefling. "Are you alright miss that was one hefty fall!" a look of genuine concern on his face he is about six and a half foot tall with gray hair/fur, teal skin and very deep forest green eyes. He is wearing a white shirt with the sleeve rolled up and breeches with an apron over the simple clothing and based on the lingering scent of soap and a few suds on the forearms you guess he has been washing dishes and just got off his shift. Looking over to the group around the table nearest to her "O Hello ummm i think your friend has maybe had one too many tonight good to see you start early though!" and he will attempt to help the fallen tiefling to her feet.
Asariel has fainted her skin is burning hot to the touch
'Vassa sits at the table with the two companions he travelled here with, watching the interplay between the elf, warforged and the burly new human arrival. Vassa takes the moment to just enjoy the presence of his new friends and take stock of his surroundings. He sips, rather than guzzles, his drink now, more interested in the company and tavern surroundings than with getting drunk. Finishing a tallish tale about his eventful youth in far-off Amn, his gaze wanders from the large well in the centre of the room, to the mustachioed innkeep. So this is the famed Yawning Portal he thinks to himself as he flags down the amber-haired waitress.'
"Excuse me, but is THAT the famed Durnam, proprietor of the Portal?"
'Vassa asks incredulously. He'd only been in once before briefly on an errand and the innkeep hadn't been present at the time, but he really had expected someone more... impressive. His stare returns to the gaping opening that dominates the centre of the commonroom. Gazing around, Vassa notices for the 1st time that the firbolg and tiefling have joined them at the table. Despite being somewhat distracted, he greets them both with a warm smile, saying as he raises a glass,'
"Welcome to the table. Please feel free to join us. Oh dear, I believe you are correct my good man... this one does look particularly sloshed, though it is somewhat hard to tell with that rosy red glow of hers."
'Noting the raucous games of chance, but having had his fill of gambling for the night, Vassa puts his feet up as he listens to the music played by the human woman with her lute [does that thing only have 3 strings?], but he refrains from pulling out an instrument of his own. The night is young, he thinks, taking another sip of his ale, glancing with keen interest at this eclectic bunch of individuals that he finds himself in the company of.'
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
The firbolg look to the half-elf sitting comfortably at the table " Thanks i would be honored to join you all one second" he grabs a chair from a nearby table an drags it over to the booth picking up the unconscious tiefling and sitting her gently in the chair. Taking one large oven mitt like hand he feel the side of her face and forehead taking note of the now burning hot skin and a look of worry crosses his face. "hey now come on you'll be just fine." Looking over to the barmaid that he works with" Hey Bonnie can i get some water over here." still concerned at the heat from the tieflings skin he look back to the half-elf realizing how rude he was being. "im sorry she is burning up not sure if it's just a natural temperament or something worse forgive my rudeness my name is Tiermat. I work here as a dishwasher back in the kitchens it is and honor to meet you all."
“Hey geettt meeeee annnnpootthhher drinshhhhhh...”
Con save ( lowest is 5 seconds highest is 15 minutes) 4
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
HEY V-SAUSE MICHAEL HERE!
Aenio promptly passes out for five second before calmly saying “Give me some more of that juice! I just had the best dream ever! I was a ...(time skip for 10 minutes) and that’s how it ended “. Aenio then looks less drunk and says “what was I saying? How much Time has passed?”
Are we ever sure that we exist? Do we have feelings? Or are we just NPC's designed to think highly? If so what is our purpose? Why are we here? Who are the players? Or are there Players?
HEY V-SAUSE MICHAEL HERE!
As you're all enjoying the evening and getting to know one another you've become accustomed to the background noise the tavern. With multiple bards playing in various places and shouts coming from different groups of gamblers, The Yawning Portal is not a quiet place. As such you're surprised when all the noise is eclipsed by a shout:
“Ya pig! Like killin’ me mates, does ya?”
Then a seven-foot-tall half-orc is hit by a wild, swinging punch from a male human whose shaved head is covered with eye-shaped tattoos. Four other humans stand behind him, ready to jump into the fray. The half-orc cracks her knuckles, roars, and leaps at the tattooed figure — but before you can see if blood is drawn, a crowd of spectators clusters around the brawl.
What do you do?
Campaigns:
DM - Waterdeep Dragon Heist PbP
Asariel slowly opens her eyes, she wears a corset and a short dress but not quite a skirt. Her skin is light grey her eyes are entirely purple no pupils, no whites with a faint glow. Her silver hair is woven into a braid
"who... who are all of you? I.... how long was I out?"