"I've little knowledge of gnomes, in truth. That's one reason I'm out here, among adventurers, to see the world and to learn. Who knows? Perhaps they will prove to be a jolly sort."
No worries, gnomes are great fun to hang out with. Their sense of humour tends towards a practical sort. Why, I'd really start to worry if I go there and they didn't try to prank me. Whiskey you will be a huge success over there with your pipes :)
”That sounds lovely!” Whiskey pauses for a moment “What Is life like around here Roscoe?”
(Side note you only roll 1 die on level up of the hit die of your class you get and then just add your con. First level you automatically get the max on the hit die and then just add your con)
"Pranksters? Perhaps I should ensure that my belongings are more well-secured..." Renin says, looking around on his person to think about how he can protect his possessions. "Are they as self-conscious about their height as dwarves? I once tried to crouch as often as possible while in the presence of a dwarf, after he objected to my observation of our height differences. Unfortunately, that only seemed to upset him more..."
There was another town here along time ago, I think they were all killed by Orcs, if I remember? Not too long ago the Gnomes surveyed the nearby mine and decided it was worth rehabilitating, which is why people of all kinds have started settling here, again. There's some farming and forestry, and lots of household renovations, to be done. And of course it's not far off the main road, and we are halfway between NeverWinter and Waterdeep, so we have merchants stopping in from both cities, so plenty of caravan work to be found, too. We won't become dominant players in the markets of either city, but I'm thinking we can carve out a place for ourselves in both, if you take my meaning.
You come to a river, snaking southward toward the base of the mountains. It's rather shallow, about five feet or so. It seems to lead to a hollow or maybe a valley cut into the mountainside.
"I don't think I shall linger long enough to become a fixture in this area, but it is good to see it thriving," Renin says. "Shall I scout ahead?" he offers as they come to the river, thinking that it may be best to search for any unwelcome surprises waiting for them ahead.
You continue walking as you discuss, casting the occasional glance up for dragons and around for more manticores.
The land around you is flat, mostly grasslands. As you get closer to the mountain, there are small upshots of rock here and there. Almost like stalagmites missing their cave. None of them are taller than six feet high. But as you go, you think you catch a glint of metal at the base of one right on the river's bank.
This is to set up the introduction of Inra Dawnborn, human paladin. Life caught her player (Ralyx0) and so she missed the beginning of the adventure and her player didn't want to complicate matters by dropping her in during the manticore encounter.
"Hello?" A gentle, curious, surprised voice sounds out from behind the rock, interjecting itself into the foreign flow of conversation. It is followed shortly after by a head, poking out at an almost haphazard angle, revealing a tan, female face with long, braided red hair and blinking green eyes. Seconds later, the full figure steps out, clad in chain armor, carrying a shield on one arm and a spear upon her back. Apart from her armaments, however, her attire appears rather... modest in scope, with seemingly the only concession to aesthetic preference being an oddly shaped pendant resting on a chain around her neck.
Approaching the group with an almost... exuberant spring in her step, the human calls out once again. "Pardon me, good sirs, it's nice to meet you. Might I perhaps inquire as to your names? Or what brings you here? ...Or..." Her voice starts to trail off, seeming less confident by the word. "Or... where here... happens to be?" A bit of embarrassment crosses her features. "I'm afraid I might be a bit... lost."
Suddenly, a much larger wave of embarrassment washes over her. "Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Indra, Indra Dawnborn."
Krov aproaches this new lady carefully with his hand tightly gripped on his greatsword, this big dragonborn, 7 ft tall, shinning black scales and a buff body filled with scars, each one having a tale to tell, looks a bit down on the girl with his piercing silvery eyes and growls out
Krov. The name's Krov. You dont seem evil... But we can never be sure.... Now, honestly, i wasnt paying any atention so i also dont know where we are, BUT my pals here seem to know what they are doing. He says looking arround for a bit and then at his friends. Krov starts aproaching the girl and uses his hight to loom over the girl, his shadow engulfing her, as his deep black scales shine, and he looks right into her eyes, gently grabbing her chin to look up at him, and his jaws start to open more as a dark green liquid starts oozing from his mouth, some of it falling falling to the ground and you can see the ground melting when this liquid hits, you know its acid. And you seem like a good lady but if you dare to hurt my friends, specially the orcish one, i wont hesitate to melt you with my acid, u n d e r s t o o d ? Krov pats you in the shoulder and lets you go, cleaning his mouth on his scaly arm.
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Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
Roscoe bows, while running a craftman's eye over Indra's armour, and in particular her pendant.
Hello, there, Indra. Roscoe Frilovar, at your service. These are my friends Whiskey, Renin, and Krov. We are just outside of Phandelvin - halfway between Neverwinter and Waterdeep. Can you play an instrument?
"Heya my name is Whiskey Sha, though some prefer to call me 'pipes', pleasure to meet ya. Dont mind Krov, hes a big softie once you get to know him. That said all his threats are valid, so for your own sake... maybe stay in his good graces?" Whiskey laughs softly and gives a big smile, his two tusks just bearly peeking out from his lips. Whiskey has a weather torn blue tunic on as well as some well kept armor, he has a pan flute around his neck and a very well kept face with some short black hair that more or less does its own thing
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Ayyy level up time.
Hit Dice roll: 12
Renin takes the Ranged Fighting Style and learns the 1st level spells Hunter's Mark and Cure Wounds.
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"To Gnomengard it is," Renin says, striding forward with his party.
"I wonder if they like music there? Think i might be able to impress with my pipes?"
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"I've little knowledge of gnomes, in truth. That's one reason I'm out here, among adventurers, to see the world and to learn. Who knows? Perhaps they will prove to be a jolly sort."
"The ones i met sure have been, nicer than most folk any who." Whiskey gives a soft smile
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No worries, gnomes are great fun to hang out with. Their sense of humour tends towards a practical sort. Why, I'd really start to worry if I go there and they didn't try to prank me. Whiskey you will be a huge success over there with your pipes :)
HP: 11 ((i never rolled HP, i rly dk what im doing but it says this:
Krov stays silent during the journey, not really knowing what to say, he had never met gnomes.
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Chars and campaigns:
Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
”That sounds lovely!” Whiskey pauses for a moment “What Is life like around here Roscoe?”
(Side note you only roll 1 die on level up of the hit die of your class you get and then just add your con. First level you automatically get the max on the hit die and then just add your con)
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
"Pranksters? Perhaps I should ensure that my belongings are more well-secured..." Renin says, looking around on his person to think about how he can protect his possessions. "Are they as self-conscious about their height as dwarves? I once tried to crouch as often as possible while in the presence of a dwarf, after he objected to my observation of our height differences. Unfortunately, that only seemed to upset him more..."
There was another town here along time ago, I think they were all killed by Orcs, if I remember? Not too long ago the Gnomes surveyed the nearby mine and decided it was worth rehabilitating, which is why people of all kinds have started settling here, again. There's some farming and forestry, and lots of household renovations, to be done. And of course it's not far off the main road, and we are halfway between NeverWinter and Waterdeep, so we have merchants stopping in from both cities, so plenty of caravan work to be found, too. We won't become dominant players in the markets of either city, but I'm thinking we can carve out a place for ourselves in both, if you take my meaning.
"I know all about trying to carve out a name, I certainly wish this place the best."
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Krov listens carefully, while always keeping an eye out for danger.
Seems interesting... He mumbles
((thx for the hp roll info, i used the 5+2 for my hp.))
Always looking for new pbp campaigns. Msg me if u need a player.
Chars and campaigns:
Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
You come to a river, snaking southward toward the base of the mountains. It's rather shallow, about five feet or so. It seems to lead to a hollow or maybe a valley cut into the mountainside.
((Roscoe, you didn't level up on your sheet))
"I don't think I shall linger long enough to become a fixture in this area, but it is good to see it thriving," Renin says. "Shall I scout ahead?" he offers as they come to the river, thinking that it may be best to search for any unwelcome surprises waiting for them ahead.
"I'd like to think its better for us to all stay as a group, ya' know, in case things go south"
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
You continue walking as you discuss, casting the occasional glance up for dragons and around for more manticores.
The land around you is flat, mostly grasslands. As you get closer to the mountain, there are small upshots of rock here and there. Almost like stalagmites missing their cave. None of them are taller than six feet high. But as you go, you think you catch a glint of metal at the base of one right on the river's bank.
This is to set up the introduction of Inra Dawnborn, human paladin. Life caught her player (Ralyx0) and so she missed the beginning of the adventure and her player didn't want to complicate matters by dropping her in during the manticore encounter.
"Hello?" A gentle, curious, surprised voice sounds out from behind the rock, interjecting itself into the foreign flow of conversation. It is followed shortly after by a head, poking out at an almost haphazard angle, revealing a tan, female face with long, braided red hair and blinking green eyes. Seconds later, the full figure steps out, clad in chain armor, carrying a shield on one arm and a spear upon her back. Apart from her armaments, however, her attire appears rather... modest in scope, with seemingly the only concession to aesthetic preference being an oddly shaped pendant resting on a chain around her neck.
Approaching the group with an almost... exuberant spring in her step, the human calls out once again. "Pardon me, good sirs, it's nice to meet you. Might I perhaps inquire as to your names? Or what brings you here? ...Or..." Her voice starts to trail off, seeming less confident by the word. "Or... where here... happens to be?" A bit of embarrassment crosses her features. "I'm afraid I might be a bit... lost."
Suddenly, a much larger wave of embarrassment washes over her. "Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Indra, Indra Dawnborn."
Inra Dawnborn, Lv 2 Human Paladin - Dragon of Icespire Peak, from the North
Krov aproaches this new lady carefully with his hand tightly gripped on his greatsword, this big dragonborn, 7 ft tall, shinning black scales and a buff body filled with scars, each one having a tale to tell, looks a bit down on the girl with his piercing silvery eyes and growls out
Krov. The name's Krov. You dont seem evil... But we can never be sure.... Now, honestly, i wasnt paying any atention so i also dont know where we are, BUT my pals here seem to know what they are doing. He says looking arround for a bit and then at his friends. Krov starts aproaching the girl and uses his hight to loom over the girl, his shadow engulfing her, as his deep black scales shine, and he looks right into her eyes, gently grabbing her chin to look up at him, and his jaws start to open more as a dark green liquid starts oozing from his mouth, some of it falling falling to the ground and you can see the ground melting when this liquid hits, you know its acid. And you seem like a good lady but if you dare to hurt my friends, specially the orcish one, i wont hesitate to melt you with my acid, u n d e r s t o o d ? Krov pats you in the shoulder and lets you go, cleaning his mouth on his scaly arm.
Always looking for new pbp campaigns. Msg me if u need a player.
Chars and campaigns:
Krov - Black Dragonborn Barbarian - lvl 2 - dragon of icespire peak, from the north
ooc - So that's why the hp weren't working out :) https://ddb.ac/characters/22341426/w2u51r
rolls to identify the pendant:
Perception 8
Religion 2
Roscoe bows, while running a craftman's eye over Indra's armour, and in particular her pendant.
Hello, there, Indra. Roscoe Frilovar, at your service. These are my friends Whiskey, Renin, and Krov. We are just outside of Phandelvin - halfway between Neverwinter and Waterdeep. Can you play an instrument?
"Heya my name is Whiskey Sha, though some prefer to call me 'pipes', pleasure to meet ya. Dont mind Krov, hes a big softie once you get to know him. That said all his threats are valid, so for your own sake... maybe stay in his good graces?" Whiskey laughs softly and gives a big smile, his two tusks just bearly peeking out from his lips.
Whiskey has a weather torn blue tunic on as well as some well kept armor, he has a pan flute around his neck and a very well kept face with some short black hair that more or less does its own thing
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you