The edge of the note still visible under the door disappears. There is a few seconds of silence. "Dammit, Adabra. Okay, you did it. Hold on. And give me the notice for this from the board, for the records."
There is the faint sounds of a chest closing, then one by one, 25 gold coins are slipped under the door.
"I believe splitting is customary? Though I have no objection to a common pool," Renin says, retrieving the job notice off of the board as the man requests of them. How strange that he still refused to open the door..... then again, Renin found many things strange about these human villages.
"We can discuss at the inn, if we must. I'm rather hungry," he says, beginning to make his way over to the place. Even for a ranger used to life in the wilds, the simple comforts of an inn could be refreshing from time to time.
It is just before midday, so there are a fair number of people inside. But there a couple of empty tables in the corner furthest from the kitchen, on your right side as you enter the Inn.
A human male with longish blonde hair nods to you as he carries four mugs to a table. "Sit anywhere. Just a minute." He heads back to the kitchen.
Whiskey hands 5 to each of his friends and says to Inra "I know you werent there to help, but, ah, if youre to be helping us. I think its always best to count everyone in."
Whiskey places a gold on the counter ”Meat, please.” Whiskey sits down and turns to Roscoe “Voters? What’s the worst they can do? It is odd though as most dragons could likely just” Whiskey makes a flicking motion with his finger adding his best impression of a building falling. “So since we seem to have a moment again. Inra, tell us about yourself if you don’t mind.”
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Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
The one at the desk is finishing up with a guest who is paying up for her room. They turn to you, a little puzzled as to why you're asking for those things, but gives them to you.
Renin matches Whiskey's order of "meat" and reclines in his chair, happy to be off his feet and ready to rest. He relaxes while watching his companions go about their business, thinking to himself that he might do some foraging later if time permits.
Roscoe thanks the clerk and takes the goods back to his friends in the common room.... He reads out loud while he writes on the parchment....
eee hee hee hee hee! Anybody know today's date?
He reads out loud while he writes on the parchment....
Dearest friends and neighbours of Phandalin -
It's been a grand time we've had together... All the festivals, and harvests, and the rebuilding...
Everything is going so smoothly that the time has come for me to step aside forthwith as townmaster of the awesomest town on the Sword Coast in order to spend more time with my family.
The same for me, please :) I think coming to town might work in our favour, because now we'll approaching the gnomes more from the north than the east. And yes, I have a plan B in mind for Tolben if he chooses to stay in his box ;)
Inra looks increasingly lost as she observes Roscoe, even as she hesitantly mimics the order. "You are... writing a resignation letter... for the mayor? Also, what difference will the direction make?"
The server swipes the coins off the table and goes behind the bar. He pours the mugs and brings them over. "Three minutes for the food. You're in luck. Some hunters did us a favor."
The edge of the note still visible under the door disappears. There is a few seconds of silence. "Dammit, Adabra. Okay, you did it. Hold on. And give me the notice for this from the board, for the records."
There is the faint sounds of a chest closing, then one by one, 25 gold coins are slipped under the door.
"Five each then or are we just going to run one fund?"
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
"I believe splitting is customary? Though I have no objection to a common pool," Renin says, retrieving the job notice off of the board as the man requests of them. How strange that he still refused to open the door..... then again, Renin found many things strange about these human villages.
"We can discuss at the inn, if we must. I'm rather hungry," he says, beginning to make his way over to the place. Even for a ranger used to life in the wilds, the simple comforts of an inn could be refreshing from time to time.
It is just before midday, so there are a fair number of people inside. But there a couple of empty tables in the corner furthest from the kitchen, on your right side as you enter the Inn.
A human male with longish blonde hair nods to you as he carries four mugs to a table. "Sit anywhere. Just a minute." He heads back to the kitchen.
Whiskey hands 5 to each of his friends and says to Inra "I know you werent there to help, but, ah, if youre to be helping us. I think its always best to count everyone in."
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
Barred the door as well as locked it :(
Now, wait a minute, here...
Is it really the dragon who has him spooked?
or is he spooked by the idea of facing the voters?
Roscoe heads to the inn with the others, and asks Toblen for a quill, ink, and paper...please?
Whiskey places a gold on the counter ”Meat, please.” Whiskey sits down and turns to Roscoe “Voters? What’s the worst they can do? It is odd though as most dragons could likely just” Whiskey makes a flicking motion with his finger adding his best impression of a building falling.
“So since we seem to have a moment again. Inra, tell us about yourself if you don’t mind.”
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
((Toblen isn't there yet. You can try and ask the server))
Toblen isn't here yet? What a slugabed...
Roscoe goes around to the front desk to try there :)
Persuasion 24
The one at the desk is finishing up with a guest who is paying up for her room. They turn to you, a little puzzled as to why you're asking for those things, but gives them to you.
Renin matches Whiskey's order of "meat" and reclines in his chair, happy to be off his feet and ready to rest. He relaxes while watching his companions go about their business, thinking to himself that he might do some foraging later if time permits.
Roscoe thanks the clerk and takes the goods back to his friends in the common room.... He reads out loud while he writes on the parchment....
eee hee hee hee hee! Anybody know today's date?
He reads out loud while he writes on the parchment....
Dearest friends and neighbours of Phandalin -
It's been a grand time we've had together... All the festivals, and harvests, and the rebuilding...
Everything is going so smoothly that the time has come for me to step aside forthwith as townmaster of the awesomest town on the Sword Coast in order to spend more time with my family.
Yours Ever
Toblen Stonehill
No, I'm not going to sign this. After lunch I'm going to slide this under his door so Toblen can sign it himself :)
The blond man nods. "Anything to drink? And for the rest of you?"
Krov not really paying atention to whats going on, just growls out
Meat and beer. Enough to satisfy someone as big as me.
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
Roscoe leaves a gold piece
The same for me, please :) I think coming to town might work in our favour, because now we'll approaching the gnomes more from the north than the east. And yes, I have a plan B in mind for Tolben if he chooses to stay in his box ;)
Inra looks increasingly lost as she observes Roscoe, even as she hesitantly mimics the order. "You are... writing a resignation letter... for the mayor? Also, what difference will the direction make?"
Inra Dawnborn, Lv 2 Human Paladin - Dragon of Icespire Peak, from the North
"Distance? Flanking? Accessability? "
Bardic Inspiration is just someone believing in you, and I believe in you
The server swipes the coins off the table and goes behind the bar. He pours the mugs and brings them over. "Three minutes for the food. You're in luck. Some hunters did us a favor."
Renin shifts in his chair, matching Inra's look of confusion.
"I too, am feeling a little confused, my friends. Is this some type of joke, perhaps? I am not familiar with all the traditions of these lands...."