Humblodt leans close and whispers hoarsely, “Not a goblin. Not a giant. Not even a dragon. But I have killed a halfling. Best you watch your step.”
He sits back to see what effect his words have had. "Of course, I didn't eat him. No good eating on a halfling. I did it because he didn't show proper respect for the Old Gods. And because I'm a mean ol' dwarf".
Pausing a moment to reflect, he continues, ”Rumour has it there is a dragon not so far from here. I’m sure he’d eat halfling. Not so fussy are dragons. Maybe I should feed you to the dragon as bait, then slay him myself whilst he’s distracted. Or has indigestion. Dragonslayer has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
"Now, where in the name of the Dagdha is that pesky Rockseeker?"
After the group has chatted for a while, a dwarf in fine attire and covered in various ornaments and jewelry enters accompanied by an older looking human gentleman. The latter has graying hair and a mustache and wears heavy armor and a longsword at his side. His cloak depicts a white gryphon and sword against a dark red background. It is not hard for even those who do not know him personally to decide that this is Gundren Rockseeker. The man looks relaxed enough as he says hello to Branca and Daveak, but has the demeanor of a man who is here for business, while Gundren is overly jovial, his rosy cheeks and wide smile revealing to you what is perhaps the happiest dwarf in all of Faerun. As they make their way across the tavern they appear to be arguing but as they draw closer you realize it is more like the squabbling of a long since married couple as you hear Gundren proclaim "yes, yes, I know Sildar. You really do worry enough for all of us you know, and thus I do not have to!" They quiet down as they reach your table and Gundren greets you with his arms wide in the air.
“HELLO, HELLO, MY FRIENDS! It is so good to see you all! I’m VERY excited about our new opportunity!”
Standing behind Gundren, Sildar simply clears his throat loudly. Gundren gives him a glance and continues.
“Yes yes, well, how is everyone doing on this fine evening? How are your drinks and your food? Good, I’m sure! Branca wouldn’t let me down! I can’t wait to tell you all about the mi….”
Sildar clears his throat even more loudly and Gundren resentfully changes the course of the conversation. He slides a heavy envelope across the table to each of you.
“As I was saying, I am looking forward to our ...'journey' together." He nods at a few of you, encouraging you to open the envelopes. Inside each are two gold coins and a small note that reads “meet us in the stables around back at 2am, if you please.”
“Do tell me what you have all been up to as of late! I do look forward to our... 'journey' together." This time Gundren settles into a chair with a large mug of ale to join in on the conversation, not giving any further specifics on why everyone is here. Sildar merely gives you all a smile and a polite tip of the cap, as they say. He folds his arms, leans against the wall and keeps an eye out for what is going on in the room while listening in on the conversation.
Twiglet grins at Humblodt. He's very used to threats that are backed up by the far more immediate likelihood of violence than this fantasy tale about Dragons. "I'd love to see a Dragon mister." he says, through the last of the stew...."Well....one day....maybe".
But, the arrival of the clearly happiest dwarf within 10 days walk means his welcome at this table will surely wither soon.
"Mister dwarf, " Twiglet gets out of his chair and taps Gundren on his shoulder. "A lady dwarf gave me this to give to you..." and eyeing the richness of Rockseeker's clothes "...and said you'd pay me for it." He holds out the letter in one hand and his other open, grubby hand alongside. "I ain't opened it or read it or nuffing, just like I promised." Twiglet looks like he honestly thinks that should draw particular praise.
Regardless if Gundren pays Twiglet (always worth a try for him) or not, Twiglet will obviously think his role here is finished and look to move off to somewhere he can hopefully hide and escape notice till morning. He doesn't see himself as worthy of being alongside adventurers...or of being one. However, offers of a story, or more food will likely bring him back. If someone is perceptive enough to notice a gang-thief wouldn't normally be in this tavern, find out about his recent past and offer protection, Twiglet would be amazed and definitely accept.It doesn't take much to impress him.
PS - I'm assuming spoiler text might be a good way to offer choices to the DM of what I might do in different circumstances...rather than only describe the very next step? It would allow the DM to speak for me to keep the story going??
"Thank you kindly, my good lad. Let it never be said that Gundren Rockseeker does not pay his debts." Gundren takes the letter, shoves it in his pocket and hands Twiglet a gold piece. Looking at Twiglet and specifically his small frame, he says "Say lad, how do you feel about tight spaces? My brothers and I would be willing to pay for the services of a particularly bright spark to help us with the mi...""Gundren" interrupts Sildar firmly. "Warehouse. I was going to say warehouse, my dear Sildar. Those dockers do make such as mess of things when they deliver our goods."
Sildar looks unimpressed with Gundren's explanation, inspecting Twiglet for a moment before walking towards the table and saying in a low voice "I do not believe it is wise for you to be trying to recruit a pickpocket. Particularly as said thief is inside this tavern which is supposed to be off-limits." He speaks directly to Twiglet "So what is it lad? Are you hiding from someone, or working here in violation of the gangs' rules?"
"Sildar, really, who are we to judge this young man? He was honest enough to deliver this letter to me, that makes him a fine lad in my eyes. What say you lad? Some honest paying work that will get you outside the city for a bit, as much food and drink as you can stomach and a warm bed tonight?"
(OOC)
Excellent use of spoiler text there.
I may edit the formatting on this when I get to a desktop. It is painful on my phone.
XiaoLong is slightly disappointed that the dwarf and his human companion have not said much about this job but is also a bit excited, curious and wants to know more. Meeting at 2am it is then...better get some rest. She also wonders how many of these adventurers will actually show up. She looks at them, one by one, trying to second guess what there might be in for ?
What does he mean by mi... mission ? Minotaur ? This is intriguing.
She addresses Gundren, while looking now and then at Sildar trying to gauge his body language.
"Sir, thank you for this opportunity. I come from a distant place. I was serving at my local monastery where I received wisdom and martial knowledge passed on to me from my master. But I have spend too much time secluded there and I found it was time for me to move on and make my own mind about the world. But I'm boring you with my story. I shall get some rest".
XiaoLong is happy to stay a bit longer if it turns out there's more to learn about these individuals also interested in this mi...but would also gladly retire in her room for a bit of meditation and rest before an early start.
What Twiglet needs now most of all is a new gang. If this strange, smiling dwarf and grizzled warrior will take him with them...and give him food and a bed...then it certainly beats skulking here without a plan, hoping Branca doesn't sling him out at last orders. The Crooked Finger gang would not be so foolish as to tangle with monster killers just for the chance to make an example of Twiglet....probably. If Garret has made dark promises to get one of the more powerful gangs to take a contract on Twiglet, things could get more dicey. Garret does so hate his future profits running away.
"I'm in here 'COS it's neutral," Twiglet boldly states to the warrior. "I ain't no law-breaker...I only steals where you're allowed to." After a long pause, Twiglet realises that he will have to reveal more if he is to be taken into this new, strange gang. "I've...left...the Crooked Finger gang." Then looking at the blank faces he continues faster, "you won't have heard of us, we're not big, like the Shadow Guild or the Tallow Street Boys, but we have our patch and we run it well.......I mean", Twiglet tails off into a mumble, "They're not big....Them...not Us...not We....I mean.....I've left them." Then looking the Sildar straight in the eye (as he seems to be in charge) "I've got no where else to go."
"I'll take the work if it gets me away from here for a few days. I can get into almost anywhere unseen and...I suppose...I can help you stop others doing it too". Twiglet thinks for a second. "But I'm not killing anyone for no one...if that's what you're asking."
He looks at the others round the table. "I've got your back if you've got mine" says Twiglet, reciting what he remembers of the initiation for the gang. "We shares the risk. We shares the loot and we don't rat out". Suddenly, his bravado evaporates and he visibly shrinks into his seat again, mumbling something too soft to hear.
Humblodt snorts into his mug. "Hear that, Gundren? We won't have to worry, not with the little fella to look after our backs!". He looks briefly down at his staff, his fingers curl around the gnarled wood and his face suddenly becomes serious, "Guess the Rockseekers'll be needing a fellow dwarf on this one?"
Humblodt considers, “Not nearly long enough. Last time I saw you, you were off to some one-horse mining town to seek fame and fortune. Trouble, that’s what you Rockseekers are. My Pa swore blind you weren’t dwarves at all, the way you gallivant around so. I think he were right, too. You’re all ugly enough to be gnomes for sure. And gnomes always end up digging too deep."
A common reference to the greed of gnomes, especially by dwarven parents trying to instil a healthy sense of respect into their youngsters, was that they dug too deep and released Urdlen, the Crawler Below. This evil god took the form of a hairless, white mole with claws of steel.
"Is that what you’ve gone and done Gundren, you and your brothers? Dug too deep this time and that’s why you need a tame Gryphon Cavalry rider as a bodyguard, one of the Lord’s Alliance to boot? Aye, and don’t you shush me, I know who you are good sir.”, this last to Sildar.
Gundren is lost for words, while SIldar laughs at his shocked appearance. "Your father sounds like quite the insightful man, master dwarf. A trait that you have obviously inherited. What you say about me is true. As to why I am in the company of this overgrown gnome," he smiles at Gundren " it so happens that I was planning to visit a colleague in a town that Gundren has business in and we decided to travel together for company. "
Gundren finally recovering adds "Yes, yes. An excellent joke Humblodt. Old Goethe really had a way with words. As for that one-horse mining town as you called it, I'll have you know...", again Sildar clears his throat, to which Gundren responds with a dirty look before continuing , "that it proved reasonable profitable for our business. Miners are fine and reliable customers." Gundren returns to drinking his ale.
Meanwhile, Daveak has found two more potential recruits, a pair of elvish druids newly arrived into the city. He directs them towards the group at Gundren's table, while collecting a bottle of wine from the bar. Nodding to the bard as she plays another melody, he heads towards the table with the foreign man who has been observing the room all evening.
"Hello, my well-travelled friend. A man like you must surely have noticed the fact I have been avoiding you all evening. I saw you were a man of fine taste, and had the staff look in the cellar for a particular bottle. I am here to present it now and apologise for my rudeness. I hope you will accept it and tell me more about yourself and how you came it be here."
(Tallanvor)
I hope it is obvious I am talking about you. I wanted to make sure you and Siloqui feel drawn into the adventure.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Tallanvor peers into the eyes of the the bartender and smiles warmly. He takes a sip of the glass that Daveak had brought. His eyes grew wide and shone even brighter gold than they had before. "By the Light, this be a fine vintage"
"I do be from across the Aryth Ocean from the lands of Illian", he claims in an unfamiliar accent. "Always a traveler I have been, you see. Destined for lands far away." Which was true in a fashion. Tallanvor always did love to travel. In his homeland, however, he was an advisor to the queen. Her death was untimely and her young son came to the throne. The new king cast Tallanvor out and banished him from the realm.
Tallanvor took an oath to never tell a lie in service of The Wheel. He is magically bound to this oath. For this reason half truths seem to be his immediate response to any question.
A sad look came across his face for a moment, but after a moment his smile returned and he continued. "Truth be told I be searchin' fer work." Another half truth. Tallanvor did not seek coin though he knew how Daveak would interpret his question. His entire life had been devoted to the queen. Without his duty he had lost his purpose in life. He didn't really know why he sought out dangerous missions. His sense of honor bound him to help people.
"Might you introduce me to the jovial dwarf at the table yonder", he asks. The longer he watched them, the more he had been drawn towards them.
Persuasion roll: 16 +4 persuasion.
Thanks, I wasn't really sure how to start the conversation! I'm mostly using the roll feature as practice.
"Your hospitallliity issss..."- eyes dodging, suddenly feeling as though her words would be lost amongst the new buzzing within the Boar. She courteously shouts to her Hostess: "Your hospitality is greatly appreciated. Why not another night!? Cheers!" Strumming cheerfully, she slows her rhythm in an opportunistic fashion to close in on the seemingly, rewarding conversation not far off from her.
Siloqui returns the knowing wink, casual yet cooly. The evening with her people would be boisterous and gleeful. Full of suds and saccharine bonds. However, the allure of the happenstance quest was far too much to deny!
Sauntering over to the newly animated table, dulcimer reclined by her side; "What sort of comedy will you all be providing the audience?"
I was sure I'd hear that before, so re-used it....lucky I didn't use gimlett, which, according to the urban dictionary means "a short, very-bearded dwarf capable of unknown abilities in drunkeness and sexual deviance"
Im not sure I understood 1/2 of what Siloqui is saying....bloody elves
I wonder if the three different types of Elves will get on. I don't know if they are kindred cousins in this world or bitter factions
A door opens at the back of the room, and a small hooded figure slips through. It approaches Branca and hands her what looks like a fist-sized bundle of rags and string. Branca peels open the fabric and, upon seeing what's inside, cocks her head and raises an eyebrow at the newcomer. The hooded figure nods, and Branca's eyes widen briefly before she hurridly tucks the parcel away in a pocket and glances wild-eyed around the room to see if anybody had noticed. The moment passes, and Branca takes a calming breath. She moves around to the back of the bar and pours a very full pint of beer. Branca nods in the direction of Gundren's table as she slides the glass over. The newcomer has to stand on tiptoes to reach the drink, and uses both hands to carefully lower it down from the bar.
Wobbling slightly, the hooded cloak approaches the table and without asking plops down in an open seat. Still saying nothing, the figure tilts the glass back and drains it by half. The hood looks around, as if only just noticing the rest of the people sitting at the table, and then it's pulled back to reveal a the face of a young female goblin that could charitably be called "unique". She pulls out a piece of card, scribbles a note on it, slides it across the table, and then sits back and cracks a huge, friendly smile. The card reads: Hello, I am Roars in Silence. Branca say you need someone who can fight. How much is pay, and when we start?
Humblodt leans close and whispers hoarsely, “Not a goblin. Not a giant. Not even a dragon. But I have killed a halfling. Best you watch your step.”
He sits back to see what effect his words have had. "Of course, I didn't eat him. No good eating on a halfling. I did it because he didn't show proper respect for the Old Gods. And because I'm a mean ol' dwarf".
Pausing a moment to reflect, he continues, ”Rumour has it there is a dragon not so far from here. I’m sure he’d eat halfling. Not so fussy are dragons. Maybe I should feed you to the dragon as bait, then slay him myself whilst he’s distracted. Or has indigestion. Dragonslayer has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
"Now, where in the name of the Dagdha is that pesky Rockseeker?"
XiaoLong chuckles. These two make the pair. If this halfling is as good as ingurgitating food as he is in combat, he'll make a fine associate.
"Humblodt, you seem to know this Gundren. Have you already worked for him ? Is he someone we can trust ?
“Trust him? Absolutely. Whether it’s wise to go along with whatever his next harebrained scheme is, well that’s another thing entirely.”
After the group has chatted for a while, a dwarf in fine attire and covered in various ornaments and jewelry enters accompanied by an older looking human gentleman. The latter has graying hair and a mustache and wears heavy armor and a longsword at his side. His cloak depicts a white gryphon and sword against a dark red background. It is not hard for even those who do not know him personally to decide that this is Gundren Rockseeker. The man looks relaxed enough as he says hello to Branca and Daveak, but has the demeanor of a man who is here for business, while Gundren is overly jovial, his rosy cheeks and wide smile revealing to you what is perhaps the happiest dwarf in all of Faerun. As they make their way across the tavern they appear to be arguing but as they draw closer you realize it is more like the squabbling of a long since married couple as you hear Gundren proclaim "yes, yes, I know Sildar. You really do worry enough for all of us you know, and thus I do not have to!" They quiet down as they reach your table and Gundren greets you with his arms wide in the air.
“HELLO, HELLO, MY FRIENDS! It is so good to see you all! I’m VERY excited about our new opportunity!”
Standing behind Gundren, Sildar simply clears his throat loudly. Gundren gives him a glance and continues.
“Yes yes, well, how is everyone doing on this fine evening? How are your drinks and your food? Good, I’m sure! Branca wouldn’t let me down! I can’t wait to tell you all about the mi….”
Sildar clears his throat even more loudly and Gundren resentfully changes the course of the conversation. He slides a heavy envelope across the table to each of you.
“As I was saying, I am looking forward to our ...'journey' together." He nods at a few of you, encouraging you to open the envelopes. Inside each are two gold coins and a small note that reads “meet us in the stables around back at 2am, if you please.”
“Do tell me what you have all been up to as of late! I do look forward to our... 'journey' together." This time Gundren settles into a chair with a large mug of ale to join in on the conversation, not giving any further specifics on why everyone is here. Sildar merely gives you all a smile and a polite tip of the cap, as they say. He folds his arms, leans against the wall and keeps an eye out for what is going on in the room while listening in on the conversation.
Twiglet grins at Humblodt. He's very used to threats that are backed up by the far more immediate likelihood of violence than this fantasy tale about Dragons. "I'd love to see a Dragon mister." he says, through the last of the stew...."Well....one day....maybe".
But, the arrival of the clearly happiest dwarf within 10 days walk means his welcome at this table will surely wither soon.
"Mister dwarf, " Twiglet gets out of his chair and taps Gundren on his shoulder. "A lady dwarf gave me this to give to you..." and eyeing the richness of Rockseeker's clothes "...and said you'd pay me for it." He holds out the letter in one hand and his other open, grubby hand alongside. "I ain't opened it or read it or nuffing, just like I promised." Twiglet looks like he honestly thinks that should draw particular praise.
Regardless if Gundren pays Twiglet (always worth a try for him) or not, Twiglet will obviously think his role here is finished and look to move off to somewhere he can hopefully hide and escape notice till morning. He doesn't see himself as worthy of being alongside adventurers...or of being one. However, offers of a story, or more food will likely bring him back. If someone is perceptive enough to notice a gang-thief wouldn't normally be in this tavern, find out about his recent past and offer protection, Twiglet would be amazed and definitely accept.It doesn't take much to impress him.
PS - I'm assuming spoiler text might be a good way to offer choices to the DM of what I might do in different circumstances...rather than only describe the very next step? It would allow the DM to speak for me to keep the story going??
https://ddb.ac/characters/18753496/QyeRuu
"Thank you kindly, my good lad. Let it never be said that Gundren Rockseeker does not pay his debts." Gundren takes the letter, shoves it in his pocket and hands Twiglet a gold piece. Looking at Twiglet and specifically his small frame, he says "Say lad, how do you feel about tight spaces? My brothers and I would be willing to pay for the services of a particularly bright spark to help us with the mi..." "Gundren" interrupts Sildar firmly. "Warehouse. I was going to say warehouse, my dear Sildar. Those dockers do make such as mess of things when they deliver our goods."
Sildar looks unimpressed with Gundren's explanation, inspecting Twiglet for a moment before walking towards the table and saying in a low voice "I do not believe it is wise for you to be trying to recruit a pickpocket. Particularly as said thief is inside this tavern which is supposed to be off-limits." He speaks directly to Twiglet "So what is it lad? Are you hiding from someone, or working here in violation of the gangs' rules?"
"Sildar, really, who are we to judge this young man? He was honest enough to deliver this letter to me, that makes him a fine lad in my eyes. What say you lad? Some honest paying work that will get you outside the city for a bit, as much food and drink as you can stomach and a warm bed tonight?"
(OOC)
Excellent use of spoiler text there.
I may edit the formatting on this when I get to a desktop. It is painful on my phone.
XiaoLong is slightly disappointed that the dwarf and his human companion have not said much about this job but is also a bit excited, curious and wants to know more. Meeting at 2am it is then...better get some rest. She also wonders how many of these adventurers will actually show up. She looks at them, one by one, trying to second guess what there might be in for ?
What does he mean by mi... mission ? Minotaur ? This is intriguing.
She addresses Gundren, while looking now and then at Sildar trying to gauge his body language.
"Sir, thank you for this opportunity. I come from a distant place. I was serving at my local monastery where I received wisdom and martial knowledge passed on to me from my master. But I have spend too much time secluded there and I found it was time for me to move on and make my own mind about the world. But I'm boring you with my story. I shall get some rest".
XiaoLong is happy to stay a bit longer if it turns out there's more to learn about these individuals also interested in this mi...but would also gladly retire in her room for a bit of meditation and rest before an early start.
What Twiglet needs now most of all is a new gang. If this strange, smiling dwarf and grizzled warrior will take him with them...and give him food and a bed...then it certainly beats skulking here without a plan, hoping Branca doesn't sling him out at last orders. The Crooked Finger gang would not be so foolish as to tangle with monster killers just for the chance to make an example of Twiglet....probably. If Garret has made dark promises to get one of the more powerful gangs to take a contract on Twiglet, things could get more dicey. Garret does so hate his future profits running away.
"I'm in here 'COS it's neutral," Twiglet boldly states to the warrior. "I ain't no law-breaker...I only steals where you're allowed to." After a long pause, Twiglet realises that he will have to reveal more if he is to be taken into this new, strange gang. "I've...left...the Crooked Finger gang." Then looking at the blank faces he continues faster, "you won't have heard of us, we're not big, like the Shadow Guild or the Tallow Street Boys, but we have our patch and we run it well.......I mean", Twiglet tails off into a mumble, "They're not big....Them...not Us...not We....I mean.....I've left them." Then looking the Sildar straight in the eye (as he seems to be in charge) "I've got no where else to go."
"I'll take the work if it gets me away from here for a few days. I can get into almost anywhere unseen and...I suppose...I can help you stop others doing it too". Twiglet thinks for a second. "But I'm not killing anyone for no one...if that's what you're asking."
He looks at the others round the table. "I've got your back if you've got mine" says Twiglet, reciting what he remembers of the initiation for the gang. "We shares the risk. We shares the loot and we don't rat out". Suddenly, his bravado evaporates and he visibly shrinks into his seat again, mumbling something too soft to hear.
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Humblodt snorts into his mug. "Hear that, Gundren? We won't have to worry, not with the little fella to look after our backs!". He looks briefly down at his staff, his fingers curl around the gnarled wood and his face suddenly becomes serious, "Guess the Rockseekers'll be needing a fellow dwarf on this one?"
"Indeed, my friend. A fine addition to our merry band" says Gundren. "But, Humblodt, how are you? How long has it been since we last saw each other?"
Humblodt considers, “Not nearly long enough. Last time I saw you, you were off to some one-horse mining town to seek fame and fortune. Trouble, that’s what you Rockseekers are. My Pa swore blind you weren’t dwarves at all, the way you gallivant around so. I think he were right, too. You’re all ugly enough to be gnomes for sure. And gnomes always end up digging too deep."
A common reference to the greed of gnomes, especially by dwarven parents trying to instil a healthy sense of respect into their youngsters, was that they dug too deep and released Urdlen, the Crawler Below. This evil god took the form of a hairless, white mole with claws of steel.
"Is that what you’ve gone and done Gundren, you and your brothers? Dug too deep this time and that’s why you need a tame Gryphon Cavalry rider as a bodyguard, one of the Lord’s Alliance to boot? Aye, and don’t you shush me, I know who you are good sir.”, this last to Sildar.
Twiglets eyes are the size of saucers as he stares from one to another.
https://ddb.ac/characters/18753496/QyeRuu
Gimlet, noun: A cocktail of gin (or sometimes vodka) and lime juice
Gundren is lost for words, while SIldar laughs at his shocked appearance. "Your father sounds like quite the insightful man, master dwarf. A trait that you have obviously inherited. What you say about me is true. As to why I am in the company of this overgrown gnome," he smiles at Gundren " it so happens that I was planning to visit a colleague in a town that Gundren has business in and we decided to travel together for company. "
Gundren finally recovering adds "Yes, yes. An excellent joke Humblodt. Old Goethe really had a way with words. As for that one-horse mining town as you called it, I'll have you know...", again Sildar clears his throat, to which Gundren responds with a dirty look before continuing , "that it proved reasonable profitable for our business. Miners are fine and reliable customers." Gundren returns to drinking his ale.
Meanwhile, Daveak has found two more potential recruits, a pair of elvish druids newly arrived into the city. He directs them towards the group at Gundren's table, while collecting a bottle of wine from the bar. Nodding to the bard as she plays another melody, he heads towards the table with the foreign man who has been observing the room all evening.
"Hello, my well-travelled friend. A man like you must surely have noticed the fact I have been avoiding you all evening. I saw you were a man of fine taste, and had the staff look in the cellar for a particular bottle. I am here to present it now and apologise for my rudeness. I hope you will accept it and tell me more about yourself and how you came it be here."
(Tallanvor)
I hope it is obvious I am talking about you. I wanted to make sure you and Siloqui feel drawn into the adventure.
Tallanvor peers into the eyes of the the bartender and smiles warmly. He takes a sip of the glass that Daveak had brought. His eyes grew wide and shone even brighter gold than they had before. "By the Light, this be a fine vintage"
"I do be from across the Aryth Ocean from the lands of Illian", he claims in an unfamiliar accent. "Always a traveler I have been, you see. Destined for lands far away." Which was true in a fashion. Tallanvor always did love to travel. In his homeland, however, he was an advisor to the queen. Her death was untimely and her young son came to the throne. The new king cast Tallanvor out and banished him from the realm.
Tallanvor took an oath to never tell a lie in service of The Wheel. He is magically bound to this oath. For this reason half truths seem to be his immediate response to any question.
A sad look came across his face for a moment, but after a moment his smile returned and he continued. "Truth be told I be searchin' fer work." Another half truth. Tallanvor did not seek coin though he knew how Daveak would interpret his question. His entire life had been devoted to the queen. Without his duty he had lost his purpose in life. He didn't really know why he sought out dangerous missions. His sense of honor bound him to help people.
"Might you introduce me to the jovial dwarf at the table yonder", he asks. The longer he watched them, the more he had been drawn towards them.
Persuasion roll: 16 +4 persuasion.
Thanks, I wasn't really sure how to start the conversation! I'm mostly using the roll feature as practice.
"Your hospitallliity issss..."- eyes dodging, suddenly feeling as though her words would be lost amongst the new buzzing within the Boar. She courteously shouts to her Hostess: "Your hospitality is greatly appreciated. Why not another night!? Cheers!" Strumming cheerfully, she slows her rhythm in an opportunistic fashion to close in on the seemingly, rewarding conversation not far off from her.
Siloqui returns the knowing wink, casual yet cooly. The evening with her people would be boisterous and gleeful. Full of suds and saccharine bonds. However, the allure of the happenstance quest was far too much to deny!
Sauntering over to the newly animated table, dulcimer reclined by her side; "What sort of comedy will you all be providing the audience?"
Siloqui Liodin Eladrin Elvin Bard
I was sure I'd hear that before, so re-used it....lucky I didn't use gimlett, which, according to the urban dictionary means "a short, very-bearded dwarf capable of unknown abilities in drunkeness and sexual deviance"
Im not sure I understood 1/2 of what Siloqui is saying....bloody elves
I wonder if the three different types of Elves will get on. I don't know if they are kindred cousins in this world or bitter factions
https://ddb.ac/characters/18753496/QyeRuu
A door opens at the back of the room, and a small hooded figure slips through. It approaches Branca and hands her what looks like a fist-sized bundle of rags and string. Branca peels open the fabric and, upon seeing what's inside, cocks her head and raises an eyebrow at the newcomer. The hooded figure nods, and Branca's eyes widen briefly before she hurridly tucks the parcel away in a pocket and glances wild-eyed around the room to see if anybody had noticed. The moment passes, and Branca takes a calming breath. She moves around to the back of the bar and pours a very full pint of beer. Branca nods in the direction of Gundren's table as she slides the glass over. The newcomer has to stand on tiptoes to reach the drink, and uses both hands to carefully lower it down from the bar.
Wobbling slightly, the hooded cloak approaches the table and without asking plops down in an open seat. Still saying nothing, the figure tilts the glass back and drains it by half. The hood looks around, as if only just noticing the rest of the people sitting at the table, and then it's pulled back to reveal a the face of a young female goblin that could charitably be called "unique". She pulls out a piece of card, scribbles a note on it, slides it across the table, and then sits back and cracks a huge, friendly smile. The card reads: Hello, I am Roars in Silence. Branca say you need someone who can fight. How much is pay, and when we start?
Roars in Silence | Goblin | Barbarian
I think we need an intro from Roars in Silence :)
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The on-site link for you char portrait is https://media-waterdeep.cursecdn.com/avatars/thumbnails/7664/402/207/150/637086591627825080.jpeg