Alban wakes up drenched in sweat after a night of restless sleep. He'd always known that he'd made a bargain with something, but he'd never actually seen his patron before. He had tried as little as possible to think about the source of his powers, fearful of what cost he might be asked to pay. He sits on the edge of his bed and spends ten minutes bonding with his sword. His meditation helps him to put some of his fear aside and keep moving forward.
He heads downstairs and joins Elias at the table for breakfast. "Good morning," Alban greets Elias. "You mentioned last night you came here to see the dragon. What makes you so curious about it?"
Elias smiles in greeting and just shrugs "In all honesty its more of a childhood fascination. Ever since I was little I was always fascinated listening to the sailors telling stories of the awesome power dragons possess." Elias looks at the dragon head mounted on the wall "I know most of the time they aren't the nicest of creatures but I can't help feeling a draw to them." Turning back Alban he gestures to him saying, "You mentioned you came from Neverwinter, did you always live there?"
Waking up, Zylxian does a quick inventory check to make sure he still has all of his items on him, then he’ll move downstairs. He’ll go to the bartender and say, “Good morning, I’ll take some breakfast,” handing a silver piece to him (assuming it’s the same price as last night for a meal). He’ll then pull out the job listing and show it to the bartender, asking, “Do you know the way to Gnomengarde? Me and a few others will be making the journey soon to complete this quest, but I’m afraid I’m not quite sure where it is.”
"I've lived in Neverwinter for as long as I can remember," Alban replies. "It wasn't the easiest childhood, but I do love the city. There's nowhere else like it."
Lamlis pays for his room and heads up the stairs. Once in his room, he's so exhausted, he lays down and some time later wakes with a start. Out of the corner of his eye he notices that it's morning already. "Crap, how long did I sleep?" Lamlis dresses and checks to make sure he has all of his belongings. He then heads downstairs, rubbing his eyes and groggily looking around the common room. He spots his three new elven friends eating breakfast. "Teach me to rent a room. That's the first sleep I've had in an actual bed in probably three months. Hope I'm not too late." He smiles as he looks around the table, then walks over to the barkeep to order some breakfast. "Can I bother you for a couple scrambled eggs, toast, and cav please?" Once he finds out how much his food is and gets it, he will go sit with his party and see what they're discussing.
"I'd be glad to be of service," the dragonborn pulls out a map, and taps a claw on the designated position. "Here's Gnomengarde, fifteen miles travel from Phandalin. Looks like you have a long day of travel ahead, son." He folds the map up, then hands it to you. "You'll need this more than I," the barkeep gives a toothy smile, then adds, "Be careful out there. The area around Phandalin has never been tame, but with this dragon on the loose...evil and chaos have abounded."
Breakfast is served in peace, the tavern much calmer than the night before.
He nods, stowing the map in his pack “Thank you. I’ll be sure to return it when we come back from Gnomengarde.” He hands the key to his room back, and sits down where the rest of the party is and begins to eat his meal, saying “We’ve got 15 miles of road ahead of us, it’s best we set out soon.”
Elias nods to Zylxian "I think you're right, its time we head out." He finishes his drink brushes crumbs off his fingers and gathers his dishes and sets them on the bar along with his key. Waving the dragonborn over he asks "What can we expect on our way to the Gnomes? What makes this a quest with a reward instead of an errand a message runner can do?"
Lamlis finishes his breakfast and brings his plate and cup up to the bar. He leaves them along with his room key. "Thanks very much for the accommodations. That was the best I've slept in a long time." He walks back over and sits with his companions.
He hears Zylxian mention leaving soon. "Yep, you're right. Fifteen miles will take us some time. A lot will depend on the terrain we're dealing with. I'm pretty good hunting and finding game, so if you all don't want to weigh yourself down with rations and supplies I should be able to find us plenty of food." He looks to Zylxian. "Did I see the bartender give you a map of some sort? If so, do you mind if I take a peek?"
"Gnomengarde lies at the base of the Sword Mountain range, just south of here," the dragonborn explains. "Many monsters abide in those peaks, including barbarian orc tribes. They generally do not cause much trouble, but I've heard recent travelers claim to have been attacked by savage orc packs. The townsfolk are worried the orcs are planning another raid on Phandalin, like the one that drove their ancestors out decades ago." The barkeep pauses, and shrugs. "Not to mention the recent dragon sightings."
"Sounds like we may be in for more adventure than we bargained for," Alban says as he settles his tab with the barkeep. "Of course, I suppose that if it were an easy job, there wouldn't be any reward."
Elias smiled slightly, "That does sound like more of a risk than anticipated. Good thing we will be compensated when we come back. Besides I don't think a pack of orcs can seriously threaten our pack of half-elves." Elias laughed a little at his own joke.
((OOC: Just found out I will be furloughed next week so my posting might not be as often as I would be able to at work. Depends on how long my wife's honey-do list will be.))
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Elias turns to his new companions, "Well looks like we know where we are going and what obstacles we may face, I guess there's nothing else but to leave. We should definitely get on the road sooner rather than later."
"No time like the present." Lamlis stands and takes a minute to strap his quarterstaff to the side of his pack. He then unties his crossbow and hooks his bolt case to his waist. He loads a bolt in the crossbow as he begins to walk towards the door.
The party heads from Phandalin, en route to the city of Gnomengarde. Open plains make for easy walking, grassy hills to the left, and the tall, rocky Sword Mountains before you. Please determine marching order, and what you're doing as you're travelling.
Alban takes the lead position. He keeps his eyes peeled for signs of danger, and occasionally checks with Zylxian to make sure that the party is headed in the right direction.
Since I've got the most HP and AC, I figure I should be out in the front in case things go south.
Alban wakes up drenched in sweat after a night of restless sleep. He'd always known that he'd made a bargain with something, but he'd never actually seen his patron before. He had tried as little as possible to think about the source of his powers, fearful of what cost he might be asked to pay. He sits on the edge of his bed and spends ten minutes bonding with his sword. His meditation helps him to put some of his fear aside and keep moving forward.
He heads downstairs and joins Elias at the table for breakfast. "Good morning," Alban greets Elias. "You mentioned last night you came here to see the dragon. What makes you so curious about it?"
Elias smiles in greeting and just shrugs "In all honesty its more of a childhood fascination. Ever since I was little I was always fascinated listening to the sailors telling stories of the awesome power dragons possess." Elias looks at the dragon head mounted on the wall "I know most of the time they aren't the nicest of creatures but I can't help feeling a draw to them." Turning back Alban he gestures to him saying, "You mentioned you came from Neverwinter, did you always live there?"
Waking up, Zylxian does a quick inventory check to make sure he still has all of his items on him, then he’ll move downstairs. He’ll go to the bartender and say, “Good morning, I’ll take some breakfast,” handing a silver piece to him (assuming it’s the same price as last night for a meal). He’ll then pull out the job listing and show it to the bartender, asking, “Do you know the way to Gnomengarde? Me and a few others will be making the journey soon to complete this quest, but I’m afraid I’m not quite sure where it is.”
"I've lived in Neverwinter for as long as I can remember," Alban replies. "It wasn't the easiest childhood, but I do love the city. There's nowhere else like it."
Lamlis pays for his room and heads up the stairs. Once in his room, he's so exhausted, he lays down and some time later wakes with a start. Out of the corner of his eye he notices that it's morning already. "Crap, how long did I sleep?" Lamlis dresses and checks to make sure he has all of his belongings. He then heads downstairs, rubbing his eyes and groggily looking around the common room. He spots his three new elven friends eating breakfast. "Teach me to rent a room. That's the first sleep I've had in an actual bed in probably three months. Hope I'm not too late." He smiles as he looks around the table, then walks over to the barkeep to order some breakfast. "Can I bother you for a couple scrambled eggs, toast, and cav please?" Once he finds out how much his food is and gets it, he will go sit with his party and see what they're discussing.
"I'd be glad to be of service," the dragonborn pulls out a map, and taps a claw on the designated position. "Here's Gnomengarde, fifteen miles travel from Phandalin. Looks like you have a long day of travel ahead, son." He folds the map up, then hands it to you. "You'll need this more than I," the barkeep gives a toothy smile, then adds, "Be careful out there. The area around Phandalin has never been tame, but with this dragon on the loose...evil and chaos have abounded."
Breakfast is served in peace, the tavern much calmer than the night before.
He nods, stowing the map in his pack “Thank you. I’ll be sure to return it when we come back from Gnomengarde.” He hands the key to his room back, and sits down where the rest of the party is and begins to eat his meal, saying “We’ve got 15 miles of road ahead of us, it’s best we set out soon.”
Elias nods to Zylxian "I think you're right, its time we head out." He finishes his drink brushes crumbs off his fingers and gathers his dishes and sets them on the bar along with his key. Waving the dragonborn over he asks "What can we expect on our way to the Gnomes? What makes this a quest with a reward instead of an errand a message runner can do?"
Lamlis finishes his breakfast and brings his plate and cup up to the bar. He leaves them along with his room key. "Thanks very much for the accommodations. That was the best I've slept in a long time." He walks back over and sits with his companions.
He hears Zylxian mention leaving soon. "Yep, you're right. Fifteen miles will take us some time. A lot will depend on the terrain we're dealing with. I'm pretty good hunting and finding game, so if you all don't want to weigh yourself down with rations and supplies I should be able to find us plenty of food." He looks to Zylxian. "Did I see the bartender give you a map of some sort? If so, do you mind if I take a peek?"
"Gnomengarde lies at the base of the Sword Mountain range, just south of here," the dragonborn explains. "Many monsters abide in those peaks, including barbarian orc tribes. They generally do not cause much trouble, but I've heard recent travelers claim to have been attacked by savage orc packs. The townsfolk are worried the orcs are planning another raid on Phandalin, like the one that drove their ancestors out decades ago." The barkeep pauses, and shrugs. "Not to mention the recent dragon sightings."
"Sounds like we may be in for more adventure than we bargained for," Alban says as he settles his tab with the barkeep. "Of course, I suppose that if it were an easy job, there wouldn't be any reward."
Elias smiled slightly, "That does sound like more of a risk than anticipated. Good thing we will be compensated when we come back. Besides I don't think a pack of orcs can seriously threaten our pack of half-elves." Elias laughed a little at his own joke.
((OOC: Just found out I will be furloughed next week so my posting might not be as often as I would be able to at work. Depends on how long my wife's honey-do list will be.))
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OOC: Sorry to hear about your furlough. That has to be stressful!
((OOC thanks guys, its not ideal but won't hurt too much))
Elias turns to his new companions, "Well looks like we know where we are going and what obstacles we may face, I guess there's nothing else but to leave. We should definitely get on the road sooner rather than later."
"No time like the present." Lamlis stands and takes a minute to strap his quarterstaff to the side of his pack. He then unties his crossbow and hooks his bolt case to his waist. He loads a bolt in the crossbow as he begins to walk towards the door.
The party heads from Phandalin, en route to the city of Gnomengarde. Open plains make for easy walking, grassy hills to the left, and the tall, rocky Sword Mountains before you. Please determine marching order, and what you're doing as you're travelling.
Alban takes the lead position. He keeps his eyes peeled for signs of danger, and occasionally checks with Zylxian to make sure that the party is headed in the right direction.
Since I've got the most HP and AC, I figure I should be out in the front in case things go south.
Alban, roll me a perception check for keeping an eye out for danger.
Perception: 15