Ian, laughs heartily at his situation and this entire situation. After a decent go of it, he stops, and says,
"So, you're telling us that we... Uh... allegedly have a former owner poltergeist named Lif who is hellbent, rather home-bent, on preventing a new proprietorship. This sounds... delightful. Let's go ahead and see this property shall we? Will the young lord Neverember and master Floon be joining us as well?"
Irma chuckles,"ah to run a tavern, a lively place to have.This is exciting."
Akai taps a few claws to his chin in contemplation. "Hmm... catering to fools off of the streets is beneath one as mighty as Akai... but some among them might know of enemies to conquer... or lands to rule..." The diminutive caster brightens up as he considers the possibilities. "Yes... and those that stay will learn of Akai's power and spread his fame 'cross the land... kahah! Very well!" he chimes in with gusto, "We conquer that hall for ourselves! Show this spirit the new masters of the house! Another step toward Akai's realm!"
Ian, laughs heartily at his situation and this entire situation. After a decent go of it, he stops, and says,
"So, you're telling us that we... Uh... allegedly have a former owner poltergeist named Lif who is hellbent, rather home-bent, on preventing a new proprietorship. This sounds... delightful. Let's go ahead and see this property shall we? Will the young lord Neverember and master Floon be joining us as well?"
Irma chuckles,"ah to run a tavern, a lively place to have.This is exciting."
Akai taps a few claws to his chin in contemplation. "Hmm... catering to fools off of the streets is beneath one as mighty as Akai... but some among them might know of enemies to conquer... or lands to rule..." The diminutive caster brightens up as he considers the possibilities. "Yes... and those that stay will learn of Akai's power and spread his fame 'cross the land... kahah! Very well!" he chimes in with gusto, "We conquer that hall for ourselves! Show this spirit the new masters of the house! Another step toward Akai's realm!"
Gregor nods, "Agreed on all points. I would, of course, recommend a rest before pressing on. Also, I would like a chance to speak to Master Volothamp regarding Master Floon's condition when we found him," Gregor leans in, "Specifically in who's company we found him."
Renaer, Volo, and the party settle in for a comfortable early luncheon of cider, black bread, goat butter, sausages, and mushroom stew, and Renaer proffers the following:
“I reckon you fellows might be curious about what this is all about. Certainly, you’re owed an explanation.”
He takes a deep breath.
“You’ll have heard of my father of course - Dagult Neverember, the former Open Lord of Waterdeep and the current Lord of Neverwinter. Well, the Zhentarim have heard that my father embezzled a large amount of gold while he was Open Lord - a colossal sum, in fact - and that he hid the dragons somewhere in the city. Never had a chance to recover the stuff before he had to leave under...a degree of duress. The word is that the hoard will only be revealed to one who holds an artifact called the Stone of Golorr, though I’ve no idea what that is. Apparently the Stone was in the hands of the Xanathar Guild most recently, but supposedly it’s vanished, and everyone now regards it as up for grabs. The Zhents got their hands on me hoping that I would know something, but I’m afraid I’ve got no more clue than they do, and probably less of a clue than the Guild types who came around asking their own questions. You see, the old man and I aren’t on speaking terms, haven’t been for ages.”
He shrugs, and sips his cider.
“And that’s about it, I suppose. Sorry to get Floon and you fellows mixed up in a bit of family unpleasantness. Folks do begin to behave so unreasonably the moment somebody mentions a figure like half a million dragons...”
Renaer, Volo, and the party settle in for a comfortable early luncheon of cider, black bread, goat butter, sausages, and mushroom stew, and Renaer proffers the following:
“I reckon you fellows might be curious about what this is all about. Certainly, you’re owed an explanation.”
He takes a deep breath.
“You’ll have heard of my father of course - Dagult Neverember, the former Open Lord of Waterdeep and the current Lord of Neverwinter. Well, the Zhentarim have heard that my father embezzled a large amount of gold while he was Open Lord - a colossal sum, in fact - and that he hid the dragons somewhere in the city. Never had a chance to recover the stuff before he had to leave under...a degree of duress. The word is that the hoard will only be revealed to one who holds an artifact called the Stone of Golorr, though I’ve no idea what that is. Apparently the Stone was in the hands of the Xanathar Guild most recently, but supposedly it’s vanished, and everyone now regards it as up for grabs. The Zhents got their hands on me hoping that I would know something, but I’m afraid I’ve got no more clue than they do, and probably less of a clue than the Guild types who came around asking their own questions. You see, the old man and I aren’t on speaking terms, haven’t been for ages.”
He shrugs, and sips his cider.
“And that’s about it, I suppose. Sorry to get Floon and you fellows mixed up in a bit of family unpleasantness. Folks do begin to behave so unreasonably the moment somebody mentions a figure like half a million dragons...”
"Unreasonable enough to bring a Mind Flayer into play?" Gregor asks, pointedly.
Renaer nearly chokes on his drink, and Volo pauses with his mouth open, a spoon halfway to his lips.
"I beg your pardon" says the younger lord Neverember, recovering himself after some coughing into a napkin, "I thought you said a Mind Flayer. I...are you serious? Are you sure?"
Renaer nearly chokes on his drink, and Volo pauses with his mouth open, a spoon halfway to his lips.
"I beg your pardon" says the younger lord Neverember, recovering himself after some coughing into a napkin, "I thought you said a Mind Flayer. I...are you serious? Are you sure?"
"Extremely serious, and as sure as I can be," Gregor replies, face going a little grey as he recalls the abomination, "As such, I'd recommend that Floon get taken to a magical authority to ensure that he's neither physically nor mentally compromised as soon as possible. I don't know how this information changes your plans, but it seemed ill-advised to sit on this knowledge."
"Quite so!" cries Renaer. "Rest assured, this shall reach the ear of the Masked Lords before nightfall. I will see to it."
"Come now, there's a tale here," Volo sputters eagerly, shoving aside his platter and bowl and taking out quill and parchment. "What exactly befell you all in the wee hours and the dark places? Do we face an invasion of the Underdark? Was it gruesome?" He leans forward, his pen poised, his eyes glittering.
"Quite so!" cries Renaer. "Rest assured, this shall reach the ear of the Masked Lords before nightfall. I will see to it."
"Come now, there's a tale here," Volo sputters eagerly, shoving aside his platter and bowl and taking out quill and parchment. "What exactly befell you all in the wee hours and the dark places? Do we face an invasion of the Underdark? Was it gruesome?" He leans forward, his pen poised, his eyes glittering.
Irma chuckles at Volo, "Hahaha, who knows Lord Volo. I dare say if the Mind Flayer wanted too, they would have wiped us out with little effort. The fight thankfully went our way."
"Quite so!" cries Renaer. "Rest assured, this shall reach the ear of the Masked Lords before nightfall. I will see to it."
"Come now, there's a tale here," Volo sputters eagerly, shoving aside his platter and bowl and taking out quill and parchment. "What exactly befell you all in the wee hours and the dark places? Do we face an invasion of the Underdark? Was it gruesome?" He leans forward, his pen poised, his eyes glittering.
Gregor recounts the specifics of their encounters, taking time for Volo's sake to highlight the various untimely ends their enemies experienced. He mentions that they had some assistance in locating the hideout, but does not elaborate further.
As the party concludes their tale, Volo continues to scribble madly, muttering phrases and vivid descriptives that obviously depart somewhat from the facts in favor of the dramatic, while Renaer drums his fingers, frowning thoughtfully.
“This Grum’shar was known as a low-ranking lieutenant of Xanathar,” remarks Neverember, “but I had not heard that any illithids were working with the Guild. Troubling news indeed. Truly, Tymora’s own luck was with you today, friends. Had the aberration taken greater interest in you...well, some things are best not thought of. Suffice to say, I sincerely hope you are never in the same room as such a thing again.” He takes a deep breath. “And now, what of your plans? Do you intend to remain in the city? If so, I have certain...interested parties that could always use, well, let us say irregular assistance.”
As the party concludes their tale, Volo continues to scribble madly, muttering phrases and vivid descriptives that obviously depart somewhat from the facts in favor of the dramatic, while Renaer drums his fingers, frowning thoughtfully.
“This Grum’shar was known as a low-ranking lieutenant of Xanathar,” remarks Neverember, “but I had not heard that any illithids were working with the Guild. Troubling news indeed. Truly, Tymora’s own luck was with you today, friends. Had the aberration taken greater interest in you...well, some things are best not thought of. Suffice to say, I sincerely hope you are never in the same room as such a thing again.” He takes a deep breath. “And now, what of your plans? Do you intend to remain in the city? If so, I have certain...interested parties that could always use, well, let us say irregular assistance.”
"I intend to continue to live outside the city proper, but my business interests in Waterdeep thrive on irregularity. I for one would welcome any partnerships that come with your recommendation."
Falshen smiles faintly, an odd mixture of interest and regret playing across his features. "While I certainly enjoy the twists such irregular jobs often entail, I do have duties to my house and family." His tone taking on a hopeful note, he adds, "However, as a junior and somewhat distant member, perhaps no one will object to a self-appointed apprenticeship in real estate and, should we choose to fix up this Trollskull Manor, business management."
After saying his goodbyes, Gregor will take some time in a corner trying to determine the contents of the spellbook. Once that is done, he will head out of the Yawning Portal to run a few errands before returning for the evening.
Ian will first take a quick bath. Then he will hang out at the bar and gather information. He will chat with Three Strings as well as part of that information gathering. If any opportunities present themselves, Ian will use seduction, persuasion, or sleight of hand to further some information gathering. He is interesting in hearing the whisperings about Zhents, Xanathar, and other details.
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Akai taps a few claws to his chin in contemplation. "Hmm... catering to fools off of the streets is beneath one as mighty as Akai... but some among them might know of enemies to conquer... or lands to rule..." The diminutive caster brightens up as he considers the possibilities. "Yes... and those that stay will learn of Akai's power and spread his fame 'cross the land... kahah! Very well!" he chimes in with gusto, "We conquer that hall for ourselves! Show this spirit the new masters of the house! Another step toward Akai's realm!"
Gregor nods, "Agreed on all points. I would, of course, recommend a rest before pressing on. Also, I would like a chance to speak to Master Volothamp regarding Master Floon's condition when we found him," Gregor leans in, "Specifically in who's company we found him."
Renaer, Volo, and the party settle in for a comfortable early luncheon of cider, black bread, goat butter, sausages, and mushroom stew, and Renaer proffers the following:
“I reckon you fellows might be curious about what this is all about. Certainly, you’re owed an explanation.”
He takes a deep breath.
“You’ll have heard of my father of course - Dagult Neverember, the former Open Lord of Waterdeep and the current Lord of Neverwinter. Well, the Zhentarim have heard that my father embezzled a large amount of gold while he was Open Lord - a colossal sum, in fact - and that he hid the dragons somewhere in the city. Never had a chance to recover the stuff before he had to leave under...a degree of duress. The word is that the hoard will only be revealed to one who holds an artifact called the Stone of Golorr, though I’ve no idea what that is. Apparently the Stone was in the hands of the Xanathar Guild most recently, but supposedly it’s vanished, and everyone now regards it as up for grabs. The Zhents got their hands on me hoping that I would know something, but I’m afraid I’ve got no more clue than they do, and probably less of a clue than the Guild types who came around asking their own questions. You see, the old man and I aren’t on speaking terms, haven’t been for ages.”
He shrugs, and sips his cider.
“And that’s about it, I suppose. Sorry to get Floon and you fellows mixed up in a bit of family unpleasantness. Folks do begin to behave so unreasonably the moment somebody mentions a figure like half a million dragons...”
"Unreasonable enough to bring a Mind Flayer into play?" Gregor asks, pointedly.
Renaer nearly chokes on his drink, and Volo pauses with his mouth open, a spoon halfway to his lips.
"I beg your pardon" says the younger lord Neverember, recovering himself after some coughing into a napkin, "I thought you said a Mind Flayer. I...are you serious? Are you sure?"
"Extremely serious, and as sure as I can be," Gregor replies, face going a little grey as he recalls the abomination, "As such, I'd recommend that Floon get taken to a magical authority to ensure that he's neither physically nor mentally compromised as soon as possible. I don't know how this information changes your plans, but it seemed ill-advised to sit on this knowledge."
"Quite so!" cries Renaer. "Rest assured, this shall reach the ear of the Masked Lords before nightfall. I will see to it."
"Come now, there's a tale here," Volo sputters eagerly, shoving aside his platter and bowl and taking out quill and parchment. "What exactly befell you all in the wee hours and the dark places? Do we face an invasion of the Underdark? Was it gruesome?" He leans forward, his pen poised, his eyes glittering.
Irma chuckles at Volo, "Hahaha, who knows Lord Volo. I dare say if the Mind Flayer wanted too, they would have wiped us out with little effort. The fight thankfully went our way."
Gregor recounts the specifics of their encounters, taking time for Volo's sake to highlight the various untimely ends their enemies experienced. He mentions that they had some assistance in locating the hideout, but does not elaborate further.
Ian nods along to the points and fills in at the small gap where Gregor was knocked unconscious.
Akai is more than willing to highlight (and perhaps exaggerate) his own contributions to the adventure.
Falshen nods along, putting in a word here and there as appropriate.
Irma gets everyone in the group a drink as the tale continues
As the party concludes their tale, Volo continues to scribble madly, muttering phrases and vivid descriptives that obviously depart somewhat from the facts in favor of the dramatic, while Renaer drums his fingers, frowning thoughtfully.
“This Grum’shar was known as a low-ranking lieutenant of Xanathar,” remarks Neverember, “but I had not heard that any illithids were working with the Guild. Troubling news indeed. Truly, Tymora’s own luck was with you today, friends. Had the aberration taken greater interest in you...well, some things are best not thought of. Suffice to say, I sincerely hope you are never in the same room as such a thing again.” He takes a deep breath. “And now, what of your plans? Do you intend to remain in the city? If so, I have certain...interested parties that could always use, well, let us say irregular assistance.”
"I intend to continue to live outside the city proper, but my business interests in Waterdeep thrive on irregularity. I for one would welcome any partnerships that come with your recommendation."
"Well this is an interesting development. A dragon's horde, a budding alliance, and a haunted inn all in one go. So very interesting indeed."
Falshen smiles faintly, an odd mixture of interest and regret playing across his features. "While I certainly enjoy the twists such irregular jobs often entail, I do have duties to my house and family." His tone taking on a hopeful note, he adds, "However, as a junior and somewhat distant member, perhaps no one will object to a self-appointed apprenticeship in real estate and, should we choose to fix up this Trollskull Manor, business management."
Irma smiles at the group, "I am not ready for our adventures to end just yet friends."
After saying his goodbyes, Gregor will take some time in a corner trying to determine the contents of the spellbook. Once that is done, he will head out of the Yawning Portal to run a few errands before returning for the evening.
Ian will first take a quick bath. Then he will hang out at the bar and gather information. He will chat with Three Strings as well as part of that information gathering. If any opportunities present themselves, Ian will use seduction, persuasion, or sleight of hand to further some information gathering. He is interesting in hearing the whisperings about Zhents, Xanathar, and other details.