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Redbrand Saving Throw: 18
The Redbrandleader of the three keeps the dwarf's gaze for a moment, one to his face to warp into a look panic as he bolts to the door, almost tripping on a chair as he does. His lackeys look confused, but are quick to follow suit calling after their comrade...
The half-elf shoots a wide grin to the dwarf. "Ha! That was a nice move, 'e jus' ran." He waves a hand to indicate the bar. "Whatever you have is on me. As a thanks for helpin' clear out that rabble."
He leans back in his chair, placing one foot up on the table. Speaking to the dwarf and the tiefling. "Well, that was quite a show"chuckling as he speaks " come join my half elf friend and I for a round". He kicks a chair out as if to emphasise his invitation.
Kharnyl approaches the friendly pair. "Well, if you insist. I thank you for generosity. Someone had to do something about these hoodlums. How entrenched are they in this place? I've never seen for in Phandalin store this day, but it's my solemn duty to protect it and allow it to thrive and foster here a new forge, that the terrible of Moradin may burn bright and light the fire of all should fit to call this place home. I am known as Kharnyl Deepdelver. I am a tempered cleric here to oversee the founding of a new forge and there looked if those miscreants are as unwelcome a sight as the imagination might conjure."
"Only been in town a little bit, myself. From what I've seen so far, though, they're all over. Had a few run-in's like before, but nothin' too serious. Least, not yet." He sets the drinks down on the table with a thunk, sliding one to each of his companions, before draping himself back into his chair and curling a hand around his own mug. "Place would be a whole lot better off if they all left the place. Dunno what's got 'em all riled up, but they're gettin' more and more ta handle the longer we been 'ere."
He seems to remember that he hasn't provided his own name yet, and sits up slightly straighter. "An' where are my own manners? Name's Soveliss. Soveliss Waugh, errand boy and occasional delivery cart driver,"he finishes with an amused grin, as if telling a well-worn joke.
The innkeeper chuckles at the orders of drinks with a sigh of relief, "Thank all of you for that. Those pesky little crappers are causing trouble in my inn, scaring off my customers. Their dodgy dealing, leaking into my place... I ain't having none of it!" He's suddenly aware he's getting himself worked up.
The rotund, dark-haired rubs his thick moustache and gives the drinks orders with a cheery mood, "Don't worry boys, this nights drinks on the house! I've got some rooms available, twins only though, I'm afraid."
Aldrericand Flutterare quick to take the offer; the kenku yawns with a little chirp, while Aldrericapologises and says the... recent events have taken their toll and seeks some rest.
The rest of you have left drink, get a bit merry and share a few stories.
"... Aye, reminds me of the time a pack o' kobolds was pinching bits and bobs from around the temple, using 'em to make traps. When we finally sussed out their little nest, the look on they're faces was just the same as that sod what bolted through that there door! ... "Kharnyl laughs and takes a long draught of ale ...
He sits quietly, mug in hand, listening to the stories told by the remaining group, he hasn't much to add as he's been alone for many years. Perhaps city life ain't too bad. This crew seems reasonable. Might stick with 'em. For a while at least. Unusually, his thoughts don't drift back to the forest he normally calls home. Upon finishing his mead he excuses himself and takes up the offer of a bed, something he hasn't experienced for many a year.
After a small night of drinks, sharing of lighthearted tales and laughter; you all make it to your rooms with Rousharing with Kharnyl, Krammondwith Soveliss.
The night is much needed for some and eases into a cloudy morning. A female half-elf now tends to the bar; dishing out breakfasts, steaming brews and plenty of smiles. There are other patrons about, but more than enough space for you all to wake and have a bite while you all plan to make the most of the day...
With boots wet from walking through the dewy grass, Krammond returns to the inn and wipes the soil from his boots on the first step. While the bed was a luxury he hadn't seen for years, the wilderness is where he felt more at home. He had left the inn just before sunrise. It felt unusual to him to greet the day from within the confines of a small room. Having the first rays of sunlight touch his bearded face was somewhat of a ritual for him. Always had been.
As he crosses the main room he orders a brew and takes a seat at the same table as the night prior.
Soveliss wakes and dresses in his standard gear before exiting the room, still buckling some of his straps. He pauses, sniffing the air with a wide grin, before speeding up to a trot following the smell to the main room. He approaches the barkeep with a wide smile on his face. "That breakfast smells divine! I'd love a plate, an' the darkest mornin' brew ya got."He looks around the room, spotting Krammond. He calls to the dwarf, waving one hand towards the bar. "Oi, y'want anythin' while I'm orderin'?"
At sunrise, Kharnyl awakens, slightly about by the brightness of daylight. Once fully rooted, he blessed his hammer in the usual name and proceeds to the main room and greets Rou and his new acquaintances. After ordering a beer some bread and a bowl of mushroom soup, Kharnyl looks to You, then to the others "I trust we all had a good night's rest." Pausing for a moment after this was meet by tones of agreement, he continues, somberly, "I don't much if Gundren could say the same. I'm pleased we could bring the supplies from the other cave to help Phandalin thrive. I'm sure it's what he would have wanted, but we need to be off to find him. Didn't one of those it's mention a castle? How can we find this place now that we've cleaned the hillside of orcs? You two wouldn't happen to have heard anything about castle in the area, by chance, would you?"
At Kharnyl's mention of Gundren, he pauses in his eating as his blood runs cold. "Gundren? You don't mean Gundren Rockseeker? He's been taken by someone?" He looks over Kharnyl and Rou, his face creased with concern. "I 'aven't 'eard of a castle 'round 'ere, but I'm on board ta help ya find him an' rescue him."
Gathering after your morning rituals, you gather in the Stonehill Inn. Breakfast, in all its various forms, are basic but enjoyed. Empty plates are taken, leaving brews of all kinds to be savoured.
A man enters and strides over to the table. You all recognise the figure to be Sildar Hallwinter. He now looks to role of the veteran of the Lords' Alliance faction, suited in solid armour and the tabard of a crown of gold emblazoned on red worn proud. A stern look on his face, "Sorry I couldn't meet you earlier, I few things came up. I'm sure you've already, Phandelin isn't as... settled as I thought it was."
The soldier pulls up a chair and leans in close, "First, I think we have to look after the people here. You think will owlbears, stirges and orcs about people would have each other's backs..." He sighs heavily, "I'm going to see if I can find traces to find where Gundren's been taken. What's the plan you?"
Kharnyl responds, "As a matter of fact, we did have a bit of a skirmish last night with some thugs wearing red. I suppose they might prove more than a nuisance in the long run, but I don't know how many of them there are. And if we want to get this then set up, we had best keep the Rockseekers on track. The prospect of this town is a big part of the future for the dwarves of the Shining South, and this the elders have made it clear that they think Gundren and his mates have what it takes to get this place into shape. But you've known Gundren. If you think he'd want us taking care of this red menace 'fore lookin' fer 'im, then there's what I'll do."
Sildarslowly nods, not surprised to hear sparks of tension with the 'thugs wearing red'.
"Well, I've had a look around, checked in at the shrine, a few of the farmsteads; there's eyes of these folks on every street corner, watching. Working for who? I can't say. But if promises of good for the people and profits, then that is all going to go to waste if it's poured in a town in a state like this..."
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Redbrand Saving Throw: 18
The Redbrand leader of the three keeps the dwarf's gaze for a moment, one to his face to warp into a look panic as he bolts to the door, almost tripping on a chair as he does. His lackeys look confused, but are quick to follow suit calling after their comrade...
"For such a tall lot, those rotters don't seem to have much backbone." The dwarf chuckles, heading over to the bar.
"A drink, if'n ya please, sir."
The half-elf shoots a wide grin to the dwarf. "Ha! That was a nice move, 'e jus' ran." He waves a hand to indicate the bar. "Whatever you have is on me. As a thanks for helpin' clear out that rabble."
Krammond
He leans back in his chair, placing one foot up on the table. Speaking to the dwarf and the tiefling. "Well, that was quite a show" chuckling as he speaks " come join my half elf friend and I for a round". He kicks a chair out as if to emphasise his invitation.
Kharnyl approaches the friendly pair. "Well, if you insist. I thank you for generosity. Someone had to do something about these hoodlums. How entrenched are they in this place? I've never seen for in Phandalin store this day, but it's my solemn duty to protect it and allow it to thrive and foster here a new forge, that the terrible of Moradin may burn bright and light the fire of all should fit to call this place home. I am known as Kharnyl Deepdelver. I am a tempered cleric here to oversee the founding of a new forge and there looked if those miscreants are as unwelcome a sight as the imagination might conjure."
Rou will get his ale from the Bartender; seeing Kharnyl getting friendly. Rou will join the others and sits drinking quietly.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiA"Only been in town a little bit, myself. From what I've seen so far, though, they're all over. Had a few run-in's like before, but nothin' too serious. Least, not yet." He sets the drinks down on the table with a thunk, sliding one to each of his companions, before draping himself back into his chair and curling a hand around his own mug. "Place would be a whole lot better off if they all left the place. Dunno what's got 'em all riled up, but they're gettin' more and more ta handle the longer we been 'ere."
He seems to remember that he hasn't provided his own name yet, and sits up slightly straighter. "An' where are my own manners? Name's Soveliss. Soveliss Waugh, errand boy and occasional delivery cart driver," he finishes with an amused grin, as if telling a well-worn joke.
The innkeeper chuckles at the orders of drinks with a sigh of relief, "Thank all of you for that. Those pesky little crappers are causing trouble in my inn, scaring off my customers. Their dodgy dealing, leaking into my place... I ain't having none of it!" He's suddenly aware he's getting himself worked up.
The rotund, dark-haired rubs his thick moustache and gives the drinks orders with a cheery mood, "Don't worry boys, this nights drinks on the house! I've got some rooms available, twins only though, I'm afraid."
Aldreric and Flutter are quick to take the offer; the kenku yawns with a little chirp, while Aldreric apologises and says the... recent events have taken their toll and seeks some rest.
The rest of you have left drink, get a bit merry and share a few stories.
"... Aye, reminds me of the time a pack o' kobolds was pinching bits and bobs from around the temple, using 'em to make traps. When we finally sussed out their little nest, the look on they're faces was just the same as that sod what bolted through that there door! ... "Kharnyl laughs and takes a long draught of ale ...
Krammond
He sits quietly, mug in hand, listening to the stories told by the remaining group, he hasn't much to add as he's been alone for many years. Perhaps city life ain't too bad. This crew seems reasonable. Might stick with 'em. For a while at least. Unusually, his thoughts don't drift back to the forest he normally calls home. Upon finishing his mead he excuses himself and takes up the offer of a bed, something he hasn't experienced for many a year.
Finishing his ale Rou will take to his room for rest and be up in the early morning.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAAfter a small night of drinks, sharing of lighthearted tales and laughter; you all make it to your rooms with Rou sharing with Kharnyl, Krammond with Soveliss.
The night is much needed for some and eases into a cloudy morning. A female half-elf now tends to the bar; dishing out breakfasts, steaming brews and plenty of smiles. There are other patrons about, but more than enough space for you all to wake and have a bite while you all plan to make the most of the day...
Krammond
With boots wet from walking through the dewy grass, Krammond returns to the inn and wipes the soil from his boots on the first step. While the bed was a luxury he hadn't seen for years, the wilderness is where he felt more at home. He had left the inn just before sunrise. It felt unusual to him to greet the day from within the confines of a small room. Having the first rays of sunlight touch his bearded face was somewhat of a ritual for him. Always had been.
As he crosses the main room he orders a brew and takes a seat at the same table as the night prior.
Soveliss wakes and dresses in his standard gear before exiting the room, still buckling some of his straps. He pauses, sniffing the air with a wide grin, before speeding up to a trot following the smell to the main room. He approaches the barkeep with a wide smile on his face. "That breakfast smells divine! I'd love a plate, an' the darkest mornin' brew ya got." He looks around the room, spotting Krammond. He calls to the dwarf, waving one hand towards the bar. "Oi, y'want anythin' while I'm orderin'?"
As Rou makes his way down, he sees the same two folks from before sits down next to the Soveliss. Rou orders his own food “Biscuits with gravy.”
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAAt sunrise, Kharnyl awakens, slightly about by the brightness of daylight. Once fully rooted, he blessed his hammer in the usual name and proceeds to the main room and greets Rou and his new acquaintances. After ordering a beer some bread and a bowl of mushroom soup, Kharnyl looks to You, then to the others "I trust we all had a good night's rest." Pausing for a moment after this was meet by tones of agreement, he continues, somberly, "I don't much if Gundren could say the same. I'm pleased we could bring the supplies from the other cave to help Phandalin thrive. I'm sure it's what he would have wanted, but we need to be off to find him. Didn't one of those it's mention a castle? How can we find this place now that we've cleaned the hillside of orcs? You two wouldn't happen to have heard anything about castle in the area, by chance, would you?"
At Kharnyl's mention of Gundren, he pauses in his eating as his blood runs cold. "Gundren? You don't mean Gundren Rockseeker? He's been taken by someone?" He looks over Kharnyl and Rou, his face creased with concern. "I 'aven't 'eard of a castle 'round 'ere, but I'm on board ta help ya find him an' rescue him."
Gathering after your morning rituals, you gather in the Stonehill Inn. Breakfast, in all its various forms, are basic but enjoyed. Empty plates are taken, leaving brews of all kinds to be savoured.
A man enters and strides over to the table. You all recognise the figure to be Sildar Hallwinter. He now looks to role of the veteran of the Lords' Alliance faction, suited in solid armour and the tabard of a crown of gold emblazoned on red worn proud. A stern look on his face, "Sorry I couldn't meet you earlier, I few things came up. I'm sure you've already, Phandelin isn't as... settled as I thought it was."
The soldier pulls up a chair and leans in close, "First, I think we have to look after the people here. You think will owlbears, stirges and orcs about people would have each other's backs..." He sighs heavily, "I'm going to see if I can find traces to find where Gundren's been taken. What's the plan you?"
Kharnyl responds, "As a matter of fact, we did have a bit of a skirmish last night with some thugs wearing red. I suppose they might prove more than a nuisance in the long run, but I don't know how many of them there are. And if we want to get this then set up, we had best keep the Rockseekers on track. The prospect of this town is a big part of the future for the dwarves of the Shining South, and this the elders have made it clear that they think Gundren and his mates have what it takes to get this place into shape. But you've known Gundren. If you think he'd want us taking care of this red menace 'fore lookin' fer 'im, then there's what I'll do."
Sildar slowly nods, not surprised to hear sparks of tension with the 'thugs wearing red'.
"Well, I've had a look around, checked in at the shrine, a few of the farmsteads; there's eyes of these folks on every street corner, watching. Working for who? I can't say. But if promises of good for the people and profits, then that is all going to go to waste if it's poured in a town in a state like this..."