[just as a minor note: I’m fine with creative buying selling trading. You can assume anything in the PHB can be found in Oakhurst, from one of the various people. Though if you try trading gems with merchants not knowledgeable you might have different outcomes. Dwarves know gems so that’s why it was easy with Rorik. Feel free to use your talents and skills as well. Feel free to RP as you like - I’m assuming Lorell goes with Ithelion and where she goes. If you don’t like to RP that’s cool but I might take liberties with your characters based on the backstory you’ve given me. feel free to flesh that out too. It would be helpful to me. I will be able to see it in your character sheet but it won’t be visible to all. Think about deity alignment and all that as approach level 3. Were still a ways from next level though so stop salivating! Haha It’s currently early evening. feel free as well to drop some feedback about the campaign at any time. It’s my first so I appreciate anything you have to say.]
Ithelion nods in the direction of the town hall, "Now that's settled, should we see what the mayor wants?"
Before she leaves she turns back to the smith, her brow furrowed, "We have a few items to sell or trade...it's late in the so and we will return tomorrow, but are there any items you might be interested in? We have mostly gems and weapons, I think."
Rorik smiles widely. “Ye surely know the way to me heart, elf. I’d be happy to take anything ye have, even if just to take some coin away from the greedy merchant wench! Haha”
At the mention of the mayor, Rorik goes silent. “Aye, best hop to it then lass.” He turns to go back to his forge. “Armor’ll be ready fer ye after second lunch tomorrow.”
Ithelion smiles at Rorik's remark about the items, then glances pointedly at Krom, "I've had a little training..."
She dusts down her sleeves, and her smile broadens. "In any case, we will be back tomorrow!"
At his final comment, she snorts. "Hah. I wasn't at my best when we met the mayor, so neither of us likely has the best opinion of the other. But...is there anything we should know?" she asks.
“Aye, until then lass. Well the old mayor always is scheming something. Him and Kerowyn between ‘em own this here town an’ lately, specially recently, there been friction tween ‘em. Mayor lookin’ fer ways to prove his worth, I be think in’. People love Kerowyn a course but none got much truck with Vernor. I’d be wary.” He smiles, “I know ye be goin into them ruins. If ye see any artifacts - like old ancient weapons - be sure to bring em to old Rorik, eh?”
”We haven’t spoken much. I know that bonds are forged in combat, but kept sharp in knowing one another.” He fidgets for a few moments. “I am not welcome amongst my people anymore. It’s why I am not with them now.”
"I have a home a place where other of my kind live and toil the land and I know it waits for me should I ever wish to return." She pauses before continuing. "But I was stagnant there, empty. Always wanting to run but bound by chains I forged myself, responsibility, uncertainty, guilt, regret, purposeless." With a shrug she waves her hands in dismissal a wire smile creeping on to her face. " I have heard humans call it a midlife crisis. I suppose when I find what I'm looking for I will go back."
Garnet it walking with the others towards the mayor's location.
You head back to the mayors, chatting as you go. The town hall is one of the larger buildings, rivaling the Hucrele estate. The same guard that was with Vernor before meets you at the front door and shows you in. The hall is well-crafted and Vernor has a flair for decoration: mounted heads of stag, elk, and other wildlife line the walls. It’s all rather opulent for a mayor of a town the size of Oakhurst, but power is power. Vernor is sitting at a long polished woodEn table with a carafe of wine. The guard that showed you in takes up a position behind and to the right of Vernor. “Ah, brave adventurers! Thank you for indulging me. Can I get you anything to drink? Or food perhaps?” He waves an older gentleman, bald, slender, and tall, over to you. The butler looks expectantly at you.
Ithelion smiles, "How can I resist?" She turns to the butler, "Elven brandy or wine if you have it, otherwise..." she waves her arms at the surrounds, "...judging by your hall, I am sure that whatever else you have will be excellent."
You head back to the mayors, chatting as you go. The town hall is one of the larger buildings, rivaling the Hucrele estate. The same guard that was with Vernor before meets you at the front door and shows you in. The hall is well-crafted and Vernor has a flair for decoration: mounted heads of stag, elk, and other wildlife line the walls. It’s all rather opulent for a mayor of a town the size of Oakhurst, but power is power. Vernor is sitting at a long polished woodEn table with a carafe of wine. The guard that showed you in takes up a position behind and to the right of Vernor. “Ah, brave adventurers! Thank you for indulging me. Can I get you anything to drink? Or food perhaps?” He waves an older gentleman, bald, slender, and tall, over to you. The butler looks expectantly at you.
“Yes.” Daemyar responds distractedly. He looks thoughtful about his oh-so-short but revealing conversations with his friends
Garnet nods her head along with Krom then answers the butler as well. "Yes please, it would be appreciated." Normally she would be a bit concerned accepting food in an unknown situation but apparently her stomach is over riding her brain's concern.
Vernor laughs and says, “Yes, well, the advantages of being the mayor I suppose.” The server disappears with an “As you wish,” and reappears a few minutes later with everything you asked for.
“Now,” Vernor begins, “I understand you have been to the ruins. Terrible about Karakas - she’s been a godsend helping keep the outskirts and the farms safe.” Vernor looks at you with a cold smile. “I’ll come to the point. I want to find the source of the fruit - and at the very least, keep the fruit coming into the town. That kind of fruit is very valuable - both shades in fact to a man like me.” He seems to drift off in the possibilities for a moment. “Ahem, well, have you come across the goblins yet? I understand they come from the ruins to sell at the end of summer and in the dead of winter. We haven’t been able to follow them back well enough to find the source of the fruit.”
He goes on, “Once you find the source, of course, and secure it for me, I’ll also give you bounties for as many goblin ears as you can manage - and more of course. What do you say?”
His eyes twinkle mischievously in the light of the flickering braziers....
[just as a minor note: I’m fine with creative buying selling trading. You can assume anything in the PHB can be found in Oakhurst, from one of the various people. Though if you try trading gems with merchants not knowledgeable you might have different outcomes. Dwarves know gems so that’s why it was easy with Rorik. Feel free to use your talents and skills as well. Feel free to RP as you like - I’m assuming Lorell goes with Ithelion and where she goes. If you don’t like to RP that’s cool but I might take liberties with your characters based on the backstory you’ve given me.
feel free to flesh that out too. It would be helpful to me. I will be able to see it in your character sheet but it won’t be visible to all. Think about deity alignment and all that as approach level 3. Were still a ways from next level though so stop salivating! Haha It’s currently early evening.
feel free as well to drop some feedback about the campaign at any time. It’s my first so I appreciate anything you have to say.]
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Ithelion nods in the direction of the town hall, "Now that's settled, should we see what the mayor wants?"
Before she leaves she turns back to the smith, her brow furrowed, "We have a few items to sell or trade...it's late in the so and we will return tomorrow, but are there any items you might be interested in? We have mostly gems and weapons, I think."
Rorik smiles widely. “Ye surely know the way to me heart, elf. I’d be happy to take anything ye have, even if just to take some coin away from the greedy merchant wench! Haha”
At the mention of the mayor, Rorik goes silent. “Aye, best hop to it then lass.” He turns to go back to his forge. “Armor’ll be ready fer ye after second lunch tomorrow.”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Ithelion smiles at Rorik's remark about the items, then glances pointedly at Krom, "I've had a little training..."
She dusts down her sleeves, and her smile broadens. "In any case, we will be back tomorrow!"
At his final comment, she snorts. "Hah. I wasn't at my best when we met the mayor, so neither of us likely has the best opinion of the other. But...is there anything we should know?" she asks.
“Aye, until then lass. Well the old mayor always is scheming something. Him and Kerowyn between ‘em own this here town an’ lately, specially recently, there been friction tween ‘em. Mayor lookin’ fer ways to prove his worth, I be think in’. People love Kerowyn a course but none got much truck with Vernor. I’d be wary.” He smiles, “I know ye be goin into them ruins. If ye see any artifacts - like old ancient weapons - be sure to bring em to old Rorik, eh?”
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Ithelion smiles, "Artifacts eh? You'll be the first to know. Though, I have to admit, such things might not be for sale!"
With that she bids him farewell, ready to visit the mayor...
Garnet thanks Rorik for his time and follows Ithelion outside. She is also ready to meet with the mayor.
Daemyar will follow Garnet and Krom around today.
”We haven’t spoken much. I know that bonds are forged in combat, but kept sharp in knowing one another.” He fidgets for a few moments. “I am not welcome amongst my people anymore. It’s why I am not with them now.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Krom follows everyone out of the forge, "Aye, I got the feelin' ye had issues with yer kind back with the kolbolds."
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
“Do you have a home to return to?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Krom nods, "Aye, I've got the temple of Moradin that I can go back to and me family back in the hills around Waterdeep."
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
“Ah... you must be eager to return. And you, Garnet?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"A wee bit, but I need to finish up me pilgrimage 'fore I head back." Krom huffs as he trots along towards the mayor's house.
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
"I have a home a place where other of my kind live and toil the land and I know it waits for me should I ever wish to return." She pauses before continuing. "But I was stagnant there, empty. Always wanting to run but bound by chains I forged myself, responsibility, uncertainty, guilt, regret, purposeless."
With a shrug she waves her hands in dismissal a wire smile creeping on to her face. " I have heard humans call it a midlife crisis. I suppose when I find what I'm looking for I will go back."
Garnet it walking with the others towards the mayor's location.
You head back to the mayors, chatting as you go. The town hall is one of the larger buildings, rivaling the Hucrele estate. The same guard that was with Vernor before meets you at the front door and shows you in.
The hall is well-crafted and Vernor has a flair for decoration: mounted heads of stag, elk, and other wildlife line the walls. It’s all rather opulent for a mayor of a town the size of Oakhurst, but power is power. Vernor is sitting at a long polished woodEn table with a carafe of wine. The guard that showed you in takes up a position behind and to the right of Vernor. “Ah, brave adventurers! Thank you for indulging me. Can I get you anything to drink? Or food perhaps?” He waves an older gentleman, bald, slender, and tall, over to you. The butler looks expectantly at you.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Ithelion smiles, "How can I resist?" She turns to the butler, "Elven brandy or wine if you have it, otherwise..." she waves her arms at the surrounds, "...judging by your hall, I am sure that whatever else you have will be excellent."
“Yes.” Daemyar responds distractedly. He looks thoughtful about his oh-so-short but revealing conversations with his friends
Paladin - warforged - orange
Krom finds himself a seat if there is one, "I won't be sayin' no to some food and drink."
Be excellent to each other, and roll for initiative dudes!
Garnet nods her head along with Krom then answers the butler as well. "Yes please, it would be appreciated." Normally she would be a bit concerned accepting food in an unknown situation but apparently her stomach is over riding her brain's concern.
Vernor laughs and says, “Yes, well, the advantages of being the mayor I suppose.” The server disappears with an “As you wish,” and reappears a few minutes later with everything you asked for.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons