The chatter and chords of a lute fill the Dapper Dragon, the only inn in the town of Phandalin. The wooden walls are covered by paintings of the famed flying reptiles, as kobolds scurry about to bring patrons their orders. A preserved green dragon head sits above the roaring fireplace, adorned with a top hat and monocle. To the left of the bar, a job board is posted with three pieces of parchment hanging from it.There are few open seats this evening, the inn bustling with townsfolk back from a hard day's work, and a few adventurers...
(OOC:)
You can take this moment to introduce your characters, all of which find themselves in the Dapper Dragon this evening, as recent arrivals to Phandalin. Welcome to the campaign!
Lamlis Stormfury walks into the Dapper Dragon. Lamlis looks to be a half-elf about five and a half feet tall. He has a lean build, weighing somewhere in the neighborhood of 140 pounds. Lamlis is bearded and has slightly disheveled brown hair with some streaks of gray in it. He looks to be in his early thirties. He's wearing gray fur boots with leather breeches and a brown cloth shirt. He has a gray fur cloak that looks to be made out of wolf fur. You notice he carries a quarterstaff and wears a leather pack with a crossbow tied onto it. He wears a practical looking dagger on his hip.
As he walks into the bar, Lamlis cautiously takes a look around. He's been in the wild for a while so it takes him some time to adjust to all the noise and bustle. He walks over to one of the open seats, removes his pack, puts it between his legs, and sits down. He raises his arm and motions to try and get the attention of one of the barmaids (kobolds) to see if he can order a flagon of ale and possibly some food.
A red-ish kobold rushes to Lamlis’s table, tray full of dirty mugs and plates balanced atop her head. “G’d evening sir, and welcome to the Dapper Dragon,” she says, hardly looking at him as she pulls out a small piece of parchment and a quill. “What’ll it be today?”
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Alban Shadeswalker strides into the inn, pulling his cloak tighter around him as if chilled. He is tall for a half-elf, lithe but muscular. The sword at his hip looks well worn. Alban’s brown hair and beard are neatly trimmed. He strides purposefully over to a table. “Is this seat taken,” he asks Lamlis, before ordering an ale from the barmaid.
Lamlis smiles as he turns to the kobold. "Whew, you look like you're a little busy tonight. Can I bother you for a flagon of ale and possibly a slice of apple pie when you get a minute." After he orders, he decides to just look around the bar and drink it all in. He leans back in his chair, crosses his hands behind his head and relaxes, listening to the lute and tapping his right foot.
Lamlis smiles at the half-elf. "No friend, of course not, help yourself." He motions with his right arm outstretched in greeting. "It's a chilly one tonight eh?"
Jotting down both orders, the kobold scampers behind the bar. A few moments later she returns, weaving through other patrons with a precariously stacked tray. “An ale an’ pie, six copper pieces,” she lays Lamlis’s order down, then hands Alban his flagon. “Just an ale, four copper.”
He shakes Bryce's hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lamlis Stormfury."He turns to the kobold barkeep as she leaves the food and gives her 10cp. "Thanks so much. Keep the change." He takes a sip of ale from the flagon then takes a bite of the pie. "Mmmmhh, this is good."
Lamlis then turns his attention back to Bryce. "So what brings you into the Dapper Dragon tonight?"
Elias walks stiffly into the pub, looking a bit green around the gills. He stands about 5'10" and from his days at climbing the rigging of The Blind Dragon, he has plenty of muscle. He has what looks like chain mail on under a set of cleric robes. He has a clean face and close cropped brown hair with pale skin but a deep tan. Elias looks around the bar getting a feeling for the atmosphere. Seeing 2 other half-elves he makes his way over to their table saying "You fellas mind if I join your table? Just got into town myself." When the barmaid gets back he will order some water and ale. No food due to his queasy stomach.
"No, not at all. Have a seat. I'm Lamlis." Lamlis smiles and extends his hand in greeting to Elias. "I was just telling Bryce here how good the apple pie is!"
Sauntering into the inn, Zylxian removes his dark hood from his head. He skin is very tanned, surprisingly so for how much his cloak obscured his head. He has dark black hair, grey eyes, and a closely trimmed beard. His height is on the lower end of five foot, and he shares the litheness of his elven heritage. He wears a dark cloak and adventuring gear of similar color, pouches strapped across his belt and chest over the leather. He carries a rapier on one hip, and a light crossbow on the other, but taking one look at this man you can assume he’s got more than just that on him.
Moving towards one of the few empty seats he sees at the table Lamlis is at. He stops the kobold on his way, saying “I’ll take a warm meal and some ale,” before sitting down at an empty seat. He nods at the other 3 half-elves, “Good evening.”
The kobold barmaid thanks Lamlis and Bryce, and pockets the tips before taking Elias's and Zyxian's orders. She returns with Elias's ale and water (4 copper), Zylxian's ale and meal (1sp) then leaves you to your conversation.
Zylxian shakes it, “Zylxian.” He pays the kobold, and begins to eat his meal. “Nice to see some other half-elves around here, not too often I run into another of our kind. Three on the same day is a pleasant surprise. What brings you all here?”
Elias digs in his coin purse and hands 5 copper to the kobold and nods at the newcomer, "My name's Elias friends, I was kinda surprised to see so many half-elves too, always good to see more of us." He sips at his water until his stomach starts feeling normal again and switches to his ale. "How long have you all been in town?"
"Oh, I'm in town looking to make some contacts in the fur trade. I figured I'd stop here for some food and drink. I actually just got into town today. How about the rest of you?" Lamlis looks around the table.
Bryce nods at the new arrivals. "Well met, friends. I am Bryce." He pauses to take a sip of his ale. "I just got into town from Neverwinter. Based on what I've heard, there's a chance to make a name for myself here as a mercenary. The guilds make it difficult for a newcomer to make a name for himself in Neverwinter."
Elias listens to each in turn "I'm usually a sailor by trade but after a massive storm I get seasick pretty easily now. That be next to worthless on deck, so my mentor suggested I seek my way on land. Heard rumors of dragons so I followed them." Turning to Bryce Elias thumbs over to the board "Have you had a look at the board over there? Might be some jobs to start getting you known to the locals."
Alban shakes his head at Elias' question. "Not yet. I figured after a long journey from Neverwinter, I had earned at least one ale first. I'm planning on starting my search for employment in earnest tomorrow."
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The chatter and chords of a lute fill the Dapper Dragon, the only inn in the town of Phandalin. The wooden walls are covered by paintings of the famed flying reptiles, as kobolds scurry about to bring patrons their orders. A preserved green dragon head sits above the roaring fireplace, adorned with a top hat and monocle. To the left of the bar, a job board is posted with three pieces of parchment hanging from it.There are few open seats this evening, the inn bustling with townsfolk back from a hard day's work, and a few adventurers...
(OOC:)
You can take this moment to introduce your characters, all of which find themselves in the Dapper Dragon this evening, as recent arrivals to Phandalin. Welcome to the campaign!
Lamlis Stormfury walks into the Dapper Dragon. Lamlis looks to be a half-elf about five and a half feet tall. He has a lean build, weighing somewhere in the neighborhood of 140 pounds. Lamlis is bearded and has slightly disheveled brown hair with some streaks of gray in it. He looks to be in his early thirties. He's wearing gray fur boots with leather breeches and a brown cloth shirt. He has a gray fur cloak that looks to be made out of wolf fur. You notice he carries a quarterstaff and wears a leather pack with a crossbow tied onto it. He wears a practical looking dagger on his hip.
As he walks into the bar, Lamlis cautiously takes a look around. He's been in the wild for a while so it takes him some time to adjust to all the noise and bustle. He walks over to one of the open seats, removes his pack, puts it between his legs, and sits down. He raises his arm and motions to try and get the attention of one of the barmaids (kobolds) to see if he can order a flagon of ale and possibly some food.
A red-ish kobold rushes to Lamlis’s table, tray full of dirty mugs and plates balanced atop her head.
“G’d evening sir, and welcome to the Dapper Dragon,” she says, hardly looking at him as she pulls out a small piece of parchment and a quill. “What’ll it be today?”
Alban Shadeswalker strides into the inn, pulling his cloak tighter around him as if chilled. He is tall for a half-elf, lithe but muscular. The sword at his hip looks well worn. Alban’s brown hair and beard are neatly trimmed. He strides purposefully over to a table. “Is this seat taken,” he asks Lamlis, before ordering an ale from the barmaid.
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Lamlis smiles as he turns to the kobold. "Whew, you look like you're a little busy tonight. Can I bother you for a flagon of ale and possibly a slice of apple pie when you get a minute." After he orders, he decides to just look around the bar and drink it all in. He leans back in his chair, crosses his hands behind his head and relaxes, listening to the lute and tapping his right foot.
Lamlis smiles at the half-elf. "No friend, of course not, help yourself." He motions with his right arm outstretched in greeting. "It's a chilly one tonight eh?"
Jotting down both orders, the kobold scampers behind the bar. A few moments later she returns, weaving through other patrons with a precariously stacked tray.
“An ale an’ pie, six copper pieces,” she lays Lamlis’s order down, then hands Alban his flagon. “Just an ale, four copper.”
Bryce sits next to the other half-elf. He takes his hand and shakes it. "I'm Bryce," he says. "It's much better to be out of the cold."
Bryce takes his ale and hands the barmaid five coppers.
He shakes Bryce's hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lamlis Stormfury." He turns to the kobold barkeep as she leaves the food and gives her 10cp. "Thanks so much. Keep the change." He takes a sip of ale from the flagon then takes a bite of the pie. "Mmmmhh, this is good."
Lamlis then turns his attention back to Bryce. "So what brings you into the Dapper Dragon tonight?"
Elias walks stiffly into the pub, looking a bit green around the gills. He stands about 5'10" and from his days at climbing the rigging of The Blind Dragon, he has plenty of muscle. He has what looks like chain mail on under a set of cleric robes. He has a clean face and close cropped brown hair with pale skin but a deep tan. Elias looks around the bar getting a feeling for the atmosphere. Seeing 2 other half-elves he makes his way over to their table saying "You fellas mind if I join your table? Just got into town myself." When the barmaid gets back he will order some water and ale. No food due to his queasy stomach.
"No, not at all. Have a seat. I'm Lamlis." Lamlis smiles and extends his hand in greeting to Elias. "I was just telling Bryce here how good the apple pie is!"
Sauntering into the inn, Zylxian removes his dark hood from his head. He skin is very tanned, surprisingly so for how much his cloak obscured his head. He has dark black hair, grey eyes, and a closely trimmed beard. His height is on the lower end of five foot, and he shares the litheness of his elven heritage. He wears a dark cloak and adventuring gear of similar color, pouches strapped across his belt and chest over the leather. He carries a rapier on one hip, and a light crossbow on the other, but taking one look at this man you can assume he’s got more than just that on him.
Moving towards one of the few empty seats he sees at the table Lamlis is at. He stops the kobold on his way, saying “I’ll take a warm meal and some ale,” before sitting down at an empty seat. He nods at the other 3 half-elves, “Good evening.”
The kobold barmaid thanks Lamlis and Bryce, and pockets the tips before taking Elias's and Zyxian's orders. She returns with Elias's ale and water (4 copper), Zylxian's ale and meal (1sp) then leaves you to your conversation.
Lamlis nods at the newcomer. "Evening. I'm Lamlis." He extends his hand.
After the greetings, Lamlis takes another swig of ale and finishes eating his apple pie.
Zylxian shakes it, “Zylxian.” He pays the kobold, and begins to eat his meal. “Nice to see some other half-elves around here, not too often I run into another of our kind. Three on the same day is a pleasant surprise. What brings you all here?”
Elias digs in his coin purse and hands 5 copper to the kobold and nods at the newcomer, "My name's Elias friends, I was kinda surprised to see so many half-elves too, always good to see more of us." He sips at his water until his stomach starts feeling normal again and switches to his ale. "How long have you all been in town?"
"Oh, I'm in town looking to make some contacts in the fur trade. I figured I'd stop here for some food and drink. I actually just got into town today. How about the rest of you?" Lamlis looks around the table.
Bryce nods at the new arrivals. "Well met, friends. I am Bryce." He pauses to take a sip of his ale. "I just got into town from Neverwinter. Based on what I've heard, there's a chance to make a name for myself here as a mercenary. The guilds make it difficult for a newcomer to make a name for himself in Neverwinter."
Elias listens to each in turn "I'm usually a sailor by trade but after a massive storm I get seasick pretty easily now. That be next to worthless on deck, so my mentor suggested I seek my way on land. Heard rumors of dragons so I followed them." Turning to Bryce Elias thumbs over to the board "Have you had a look at the board over there? Might be some jobs to start getting you known to the locals."
Alban shakes his head at Elias' question. "Not yet. I figured after a long journey from Neverwinter, I had earned at least one ale first. I'm planning on starting my search for employment in earnest tomorrow."