[OOC: Hello Orileo, (looks at character sheet) And I thought I was supposed to be the jack of all trades ;-) Are you official yet? I can't see you on the campaign page. If so, welcome to the Abandoned Dragons.]
[@phillberrie: Yes, it was either that or the Mama's Boy Yuan-Ti. ;) Other than that, not official yet. Previous post read as 'post here with app', so I was like.. 'oh? Okay' and here we are!]
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OK So we'll be having Orillo and Dragon join us, as Orillo has already spoken to me about using the UA way of Mercy. In fact, he originally asked if he could be way a way of mercy monk, so it's not one I'll be accepting as written for playing with as I've already told somebody else no to that one, because for me at least, it stepped too much on the toes of the paladin class. Thanks for your applications, but I'll not be going above five players :)
The Abandoned Dragons finish their tenday guarding the Dungsweepers Guild without any more trouble, and in fact the time feels like glorified guard duty, with not much excitement. Griffdar, Briga and Tyrus are gathered in the Abandoned Dragons tavern, which Mirt has been working to get ready. Opening day is in a couple of days time and everything is in order. The furniture replaced, the bar stocked, and the odd mug of ale comes floating over to your table now and again as you discuss business.
The city is well aware that the Trollskull Tavern is opening under new management, and with a new name, and there is a certain buzz in the streets at the upcoming opening day as you go around the city to pick up supplies and groceries.
The days leading up to opening day are jam packed, and as it arrives, the tavern is in full swing and the barkeeps are tending to the bar, and it doesn't take long for the tavern to begin to fill with patrons.
((OOC: Orileo and Dragon can use this as a chance to introduce their characters to the game :)))
Griffdar stands proudly on the bar in his full suit of armor and yells, "Good evening everyone! The Abandoned Dragons want to thank you for coming to our opening day! I'm new to your city and I must say its quite exciting to be here and work for the people! No job is too big or small for The Abandoned Dragons, so please we welcome you to inquiry about our services... otherwise, I only have one thing to say... When you're at The Abandoned Dragon Tavern, you're home. WELCOME HOME EVERYONE!" Griff gets down grabs himself a pint and mingles a little bit, making sure everyone feels welcome.
Briga whistles loudly in appreciation of Griff's speech, then raises her own glass. "Right on, Griffdar! When people think Waterdeep, they'll think the Abandoned Dragons! I mean, maybe after things like Masked Lords, Undermountain, big touristy stuff like that. Soon, we'll have regulars and the whole deal. I never imagined I'd be a part of something like this. I so grateful to you guys, you and Tyrus, and Arlon, wherever he went, to the gods or fates or whatever - I'm just really glad to be here, now, with friends, and not in a frozen wasteland, surrounding by humorless a-holes." Briga wears her "nicer" peasant dress, freshly scrubbed from the stains of various types of blood and monster fluids.
Having heard of the new tavern opening, Saralyssa has decided to check it out...
A slender red-haired gnome comes into the tavern, and finds a seat at a table near the bar. She has on a tunic and has a component pouch and other things that mark her as a spell-caster. She has coppery skin and emerald eyes.
"What do you have on tap?" She asks in a soft voice as she looks for a menu or listing of available options.
"Exuse me. Pardon me! Exccuuuse me! Just try'na -- o-oh, sorry, sorry, sir! I did'n mean -- I'm just gonna go over here now. Uhm, just, a little bit, oof! Just need-..."And on and on things went for Mairi while trying to navigate through crowd. All in an effort to slip her way up the bar. Eventually, some petite and mousy-haired woman escavates herself to the fore, looking both winded and disheaveled. In brushing aside her curly hair afterwards it's clearer to see the more half-elven ears. Through circular glasses that needed last minute adjusting as well, emerald eyes focuses up at Griff and Briga, and a tenative smile blooms on a sun-kissed skinned face.
Completeting the look, she is adorned a tan blouse with suspenders holding up thick black breeches, fingerless and well-worn gloves, and boots. Strangely enough, dangling from her neck appear to be various charms, totems, and amulets; the last of which barring one appear to have been hand made from wood. Aside from a plain hilted rapier to one side, and a dagger to the other, she doesn't appear to visibly carry much in the ways of arms or armor at the moment. Though the backpack slung over a shoulder at the moment could contain more.
"Hiya! Er, uhm, Howdy? No, that's... that's not right, uhm... My name's Mairi -- Ah, Shoot! I mean, yes it is, but yer supposed declare something fer this part first." She admits to the likely confusion of the duo, and started lightly tapping rapping her forehead with the knuckle of one hand while the other fished out a small book. The kind others might have seen or heard journalist tended to use.
[OOC: Hope that works for an intro. Still playing catchup atm, but will get there eventually]
Briga passes by Saralyssa, and beckons the ghost bartender, "Give this young lady some of the good stuff, oh spirit of spirits. Welcome to our tavern, and tell your friends."
On Mairi's greeting, Briga notices the journalist's notebook, and answers, seeming a touch suspicious, "Heya, Mairi. You wouldn't happen to be a reporter, would you? Are you working with the Gaggle Riddenblast.. Gurgle Rittenhouse... Gaxly Rudderburst? That can't be right. These sound less and less like real names. Anyway, you wouldn't be with that guy's operation, the guy who runs the Waterdeep Wazoo, the newspaper chief who wanted to charge us for information relating to an official-type investigation, by any chance, would you?"
The large black dragonborn's face twists up as he's known to do. He looks over to Briga for guidance on whats happening. Then he turns back. "Well met! I am Griffdar Goodwar of The Lord's Alliance and Co-Founder of The Abandoned Dragons Adventuring Company and The Abandoned Dragons Tavern"
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"The good stuff sounds perfect." Saralyssa says, glancing to the newcomer who looked to be some sort of reporter. She accepts the drink as it is brought over, sipping as she takes int he others as they talk.
Briga breaks away from her interrogation of the journalist to give the gnome a smile, "It's right in the name, 'good stuff,' it's got to be quality, right?"
Briga is a 6'4'' human woman, blond, late teens or early 20s by appearance, wearing a peasant dress, no armor, carrying several weapons on her person, including a polearm and a heavy crossbow. For those familiar with the northern regions closer to the Spine of the World, she has the look of one of the Rheged barbarians. The polar bear head cowl and cloak she wears about her shoulders, currently pulled down to let her hair hang loose, attests to this.
Briga's attention, as ever, diverts from one thing to another, as she involves Tyrus in her inquiry. "Tyrus, that newspaper guy, Gregore Rumblebust, or whatever, the Wazoo guy. He wanted gold for information about the thief, the Black Viper, right? Wait, I see someone with a notebook and I'm jumping to all kinds of conclusions. Sorry, Mairi. You might not even be a reporter, or associated with the Wazoo and Gamble Rosencrantz. This isn't a great first impression for new customers, uh, sorry. Let's just go back to, hi there, nice to meet you."
Tyrus is unusual for his race, being both taller and slimmer than the average dwarf. At the moment, he is wearing casual work clothes and smells strongly of a recent beer stain on his shirt.
"Did I be catching that right?" he says, looking at the notebook in the female half-elf's hands. "Be you a writer that works for one of them news broadsheets?"
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist) Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon. The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Mairi canted her head to the side in confusion for a moment, and then wide-eyed began shaking her head. She stops mid-motion seeing any paranormal activity, and just stood there staring at it for a while prior to getting her wits about her again. "Fascinating..."She muttered, though her words might be lost in the din of the crowd. Realizing she'd been silent for a moment too long, Mairi clears her throat, and tries to stand up straighter on the spot.
"Well, er, I mean... uh... I'm sort of associated? Kind of hard not to be, if'n ya want to be in the business. B-but only adjacently so! More or less... heh... N-not that I'm here to charge you for anything, honest.Truth be told, I'm m-mainly here of my own accord. Uh, to drink, that is, and do the relaxing thing mostly." She than looks to the notebook in hand, and tries but fails miserably casually sliding it back away. "S-sorry about that. Habit. Memory isn't so good at times, so even when I'm not working, I.... well, as you saw. The Names Mairi Myzzin, by the way. Which I said already, didn't I?" She said, voice softening and ears almost seeming to droop towards the end.
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[@phillberrie: Yes, it was either that or the Mama's Boy Yuan-Ti. ;) Other than that, not official yet. Previous post read as 'post here with app', so I was like.. 'oh? Okay' and here we are!]
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Kin lue
Protector Protector Aasimar
Male
Monk: Way of Mercy (UA)
Since his arrival Kin visited libraries across Waterdeep but he heard there was more knowledge
of healing and need of help in the underdark so he left and entered
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
OOC: I suppose depending on your preferences, DM, we could move from 3 player characters to 5 or even 6, really up to you how many you want to manage.
OK So we'll be having Orillo and Dragon join us, as Orillo has already spoken to me about using the UA way of Mercy. In fact, he originally asked if he could be way a way of mercy monk, so it's not one I'll be accepting as written for playing with as I've already told somebody else no to that one, because for me at least, it stepped too much on the toes of the paladin class. Thanks for your applications, but I'll not be going above five players :)
Do you have a campaign you want the character added to?
The Abandoned Dragons finish their tenday guarding the Dungsweepers Guild without any more trouble, and in fact the time feels like glorified guard duty, with not much excitement. Griffdar, Briga and Tyrus are gathered in the Abandoned Dragons tavern, which Mirt has been working to get ready. Opening day is in a couple of days time and everything is in order. The furniture replaced, the bar stocked, and the odd mug of ale comes floating over to your table now and again as you discuss business.
The city is well aware that the Trollskull Tavern is opening under new management, and with a new name, and there is a certain buzz in the streets at the upcoming opening day as you go around the city to pick up supplies and groceries.
The days leading up to opening day are jam packed, and as it arrives, the tavern is in full swing and the barkeeps are tending to the bar, and it doesn't take long for the tavern to begin to fill with patrons.
((OOC: Orileo and Dragon can use this as a chance to introduce their characters to the game :)))
Griffdar stands proudly on the bar in his full suit of armor and yells, "Good evening everyone! The Abandoned Dragons want to thank you for coming to our opening day! I'm new to your city and I must say its quite exciting to be here and work for the people! No job is too big or small for The Abandoned Dragons, so please we welcome you to inquiry about our services... otherwise, I only have one thing to say... When you're at The Abandoned Dragon Tavern, you're home. WELCOME HOME EVERYONE!" Griff gets down grabs himself a pint and mingles a little bit, making sure everyone feels welcome.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Briga whistles loudly in appreciation of Griff's speech, then raises her own glass. "Right on, Griffdar! When people think Waterdeep, they'll think the Abandoned Dragons! I mean, maybe after things like Masked Lords, Undermountain, big touristy stuff like that. Soon, we'll have regulars and the whole deal. I never imagined I'd be a part of something like this. I so grateful to you guys, you and Tyrus, and Arlon, wherever he went, to the gods or fates or whatever - I'm just really glad to be here, now, with friends, and not in a frozen wasteland, surrounding by humorless a-holes." Briga wears her "nicer" peasant dress, freshly scrubbed from the stains of various types of blood and monster fluids.
"Abandoned no longer my friend." Griff throws an arm around Briga, "TO FOUND FAMILY!" Griffdar raises his drink to the air
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Having heard of the new tavern opening, Saralyssa has decided to check it out...
A slender red-haired gnome comes into the tavern, and finds a seat at a table near the bar. She has on a tunic and has a component pouch and other things that mark her as a spell-caster. She has coppery skin and emerald eyes.
"What do you have on tap?" She asks in a soft voice as she looks for a menu or listing of available options.
"Exuse me. Pardon me! Exccuuuse me! Just try'na -- o-oh, sorry, sorry, sir! I did'n mean -- I'm just gonna go over here now. Uhm, just, a little bit, oof! Just need-..." And on and on things went for Mairi while trying to navigate through crowd. All in an effort to slip her way up the bar. Eventually, some petite and mousy-haired woman escavates herself to the fore, looking both winded and disheaveled. In brushing aside her curly hair afterwards it's clearer to see the more half-elven ears. Through circular glasses that needed last minute adjusting as well, emerald eyes focuses up at Griff and Briga, and a tenative smile blooms on a sun-kissed skinned face.
Completeting the look, she is adorned a tan blouse with suspenders holding up thick black breeches, fingerless and well-worn gloves, and boots. Strangely enough, dangling from her neck appear to be various charms, totems, and amulets; the last of which barring one appear to have been hand made from wood. Aside from a plain hilted rapier to one side, and a dagger to the other, she doesn't appear to visibly carry much in the ways of arms or armor at the moment. Though the backpack slung over a shoulder at the moment could contain more.
"Hiya! Er, uhm, Howdy? No, that's... that's not right, uhm... My name's Mairi -- Ah, Shoot! I mean, yes it is, but yer supposed declare something fer this part first." She admits to the likely confusion of the duo, and started lightly tapping rapping her forehead with the knuckle of one hand while the other fished out a small book. The kind others might have seen or heard journalist tended to use.
[OOC: Hope that works for an intro. Still playing catchup atm, but will get there eventually]
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Briga passes by Saralyssa, and beckons the ghost bartender, "Give this young lady some of the good stuff, oh spirit of spirits. Welcome to our tavern, and tell your friends."
On Mairi's greeting, Briga notices the journalist's notebook, and answers, seeming a touch suspicious, "Heya, Mairi. You wouldn't happen to be a reporter, would you? Are you working with the Gaggle Riddenblast.. Gurgle Rittenhouse... Gaxly Rudderburst? That can't be right. These sound less and less like real names. Anyway, you wouldn't be with that guy's operation, the guy who runs the Waterdeep Wazoo, the newspaper chief who wanted to charge us for information relating to an official-type investigation, by any chance, would you?"
The large black dragonborn's face twists up as he's known to do. He looks over to Briga for guidance on whats happening. Then he turns back. "Well met! I am Griffdar Goodwar of The Lord's Alliance and Co-Founder of The Abandoned Dragons Adventuring Company and The Abandoned Dragons Tavern"
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
"The good stuff sounds perfect." Saralyssa says, glancing to the newcomer who looked to be some sort of reporter. She accepts the drink as it is brought over, sipping as she takes int he others as they talk.
Wiping his hands with a cloth, Tyrus—who has been following the floating mug of 'the good stuff'—approaches the table where Griffdar is sitting.
"And who be paying for that?" he says, nodding at the mug. [OOC: DM, Just out of interest, how much would this drink cost?]
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Briga breaks away from her interrogation of the journalist to give the gnome a smile, "It's right in the name, 'good stuff,' it's got to be quality, right?"
Briga is a 6'4'' human woman, blond, late teens or early 20s by appearance, wearing a peasant dress, no armor, carrying several weapons on her person, including a polearm and a heavy crossbow. For those familiar with the northern regions closer to the Spine of the World, she has the look of one of the Rheged barbarians. The polar bear head cowl and cloak she wears about her shoulders, currently pulled down to let her hair hang loose, attests to this.
Briga's attention, as ever, diverts from one thing to another, as she involves Tyrus in her inquiry. "Tyrus, that newspaper guy, Gregore Rumblebust, or whatever, the Wazoo guy. He wanted gold for information about the thief, the Black Viper, right? Wait, I see someone with a notebook and I'm jumping to all kinds of conclusions. Sorry, Mairi. You might not even be a reporter, or associated with the Wazoo and Gamble Rosencrantz. This isn't a great first impression for new customers, uh, sorry. Let's just go back to, hi there, nice to meet you."
Tyrus is unusual for his race, being both taller and slimmer than the average dwarf. At the moment, he is wearing casual work clothes and smells strongly of a recent beer stain on his shirt.
"Did I be catching that right?" he says, looking at the notebook in the female half-elf's hands. "Be you a writer that works for one of them news broadsheets?"
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Tyrus Mountson: Lvl 3 Dwarvish Bard; Waterdeep Campaign (Dragon Heist)
Nanoc the Younger: Semi-retired Lvl 2 Rogue / Level 2 Barbarian Human; The Knuckle, Mror Holds, Ebberon.
The Honourable Jaden Fellan: Level 3 Human Eldritch Knight; Band of Sunswall
AKA: Phillip Berrie: writer, editor and academic thrillseeker—a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
Mairi canted her head to the side in confusion for a moment, and then wide-eyed began shaking her head. She stops mid-motion seeing any paranormal activity, and just stood there staring at it for a while prior to getting her wits about her again. "Fascinating..." She muttered, though her words might be lost in the din of the crowd. Realizing she'd been silent for a moment too long, Mairi clears her throat, and tries to stand up straighter on the spot.
"Well, er, I mean... uh... I'm sort of associated? Kind of hard not to be, if'n ya want to be in the business. B-but only adjacently so! More or less... heh... N-not that I'm here to charge you for anything, honest.Truth be told, I'm m-mainly here of my own accord. Uh, to drink, that is, and do the relaxing thing mostly." She than looks to the notebook in hand, and tries but fails miserably casually sliding it back away. "S-sorry about that. Habit. Memory isn't so good at times, so even when I'm not working, I.... well, as you saw. The Names Mairi Myzzin, by the way. Which I said already, didn't I?" She said, voice softening and ears almost seeming to droop towards the end.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.