So, you start out in the pub of the enchanted dragon, and someone walks over to you, dragondenn, and says " hello, I am Jared of NeverWinter, I need you to defeat Darastrix the evil, king of the Evankan lizardfolk, anyway, enough about that, what is your name??? "
Morgan looks to the figure and frowns. He nods to a chair at the table. "Have a seat." Morgan says, his voice deep and neutral. Morgan, even seated, is an imposing figure, heavily muscled and wearing half-plate armor under an ebony-black surcoat. On the chest of the surcoat is his family's symbol, a Shield with a red field, light blue flames and silver stars. His gray eyes take in the individual for a long moment, his fair skinned face framed by short black hair. "I am Morgan Amcathra, of the noble Amcathra house of Waterdeep." He introduces himself finally. "If you do truly need the lizard king dealt with, then it is probably not something I can do alone, are there others who can join in this task?"
A short tabaxi will black fur streaked with orange and yellow patches, gets up from the bar and says "I might be able to help if you're willing to meet my price. I'm known as Fluffy."
" ok yes, I have found two other people ( NPCS ) and ill call them over, also, fluffy, I like that name. " he says before yelling two names, Maranak and Nulad, two people come over, one looks like a human, the other looks like a humanoid moth, " these are maranak and nulad, Maranaks what people call, a mothfolk, extremely rare here, and Nulad is a Kalashtar, you might know them if you've been to ebberon, and they agreed to help, Maranak, Nulad, this is Morgan Amcathra, the bulky man here, and Fluffy, the short Tabaxi, I didn't tell you, but I am paying you 100 gold if you succeed, and let me tell you the full tale, 3 months ago, Darastrix the evil was announced king of the evankan lizardfolk, and ever since, he has been launching raids on our town, we have no soldiers, so we can't fend them off, and we need your help, please this is our time of need, remember when you encounter him, he might slip away under the cover from his attacking guards, into the temple at the other jungle across the orc infested mountain range of gruumsh, watch out, you may get caught and put in the orc jail. " " yeah yeah so can we get to it I wanna whack an orc with my mace " Nulad says holding up a mace. " ok ok listen be patient of ill whack you with this scimitar " says Maranak.
"Well it seems like we have a crew." Morgan says with a glance to the others. "I do not see why I shouldn't lend a hand here, so how do we proceed? Where is your village from here, and what sort of transportation is there? Do we use our own, or are you providing that transportation?"
Wee Willie slinks into the room grabs a tankard and skulks about listening closely to the conversation, his ears perk up when he hears a payment of gold being mentioned...
(To avoid confusion let us say my last post never happened.)
Morisul had just sat down at the nearby table when he caught bits of the conversation about the lizardmen. He had planned to study an arcane text he'd checked out from the library but hearing about the raids made him change his mind. He stepped up to their table, joining the minor crowd that had gathered there. "Hello. My name's Morisul, a scholar of arcane magic and Scribe. Apologies for the interruption. I've overheard what you were saying and I'm interested in helping."
" well well what do we have here?? a half ef deep gnome and halfling?? ( perception crit ) what are your names??" Jared says as he gulps down his ale in one big sip, ( he was a Firbolg BTW ) as Maranak and Nulad take some chairs and sit on them, Nulads full plate clinking and clanking as he moves, " and yes, i will give you a horse drawn carriage, one of my finest, and I will give you two shield guardian guards, I am the richest man in town. " " so then it is settled, we shall go in a few minutes " Maranak and Nulad say as they put away their weapons
Wee Willie, grinned and drained his tankard dry, "sure, sure, I always aim to please," he muttered as he got up to walk to the door to leave, "let's move it out then, I'm good to go!"
Morgan nods and gets up to his full 6 ft 8 inch height and nods to the others. "I'm ready when you are." He gathers his black surcoat around him, his half-plate armor under it glimmering in the light from the candles nearby. His gray eyes are intense as he studies each of the people, then he shrugs. he moves towards the door, the hilt of his greatsword swaying over his left shoulder, its harness holding the weapon down across his back.
"Which wagon is yours then?" He asks as he reaches the door, looking over his shoulder to the man wanting them to do this job.
The richest man in town is paying us 100 gold... Well I guess he didn't get rich by paying a lot. Morisul looked around to make sure he didn't accidentally project that thought. It was always a concern - his mind operated in weird ways. The weakest potion of healing cost 50 gold and armor cost could be downright silly. As he rose to follow Morgan, he studied each person in their group, trying to figure out their capabilities. Morgan seemed to be the front-line type, judging by the armor and sword, but seemingly not as focused on defense. The others he couldn't immediately pigeonhole. He grabbed his staff and pack before they headed out.
"If we're working together, we should learn each other's strengths and weaknesses. Don't you think? I'm quite knowledgeable and skilled in arcane magic but physically weak and vulnerable. So I'll be hanging back out of harms way as much as possible and I will attack with spells. I know a number of support spells as well."
Fluffy, standing there wearing a dark cloak and a dark pair of pants says simply "I kill people, quietly and quickly." This statement seems at odds with his appearance, as the only weapons apparent on the tabaxi are a short sword and a quiver with 10 darts.
Just as you reach for the door DradonDenn, three lizard folk burst through the door and one try to jab you with his spiked shield then his club, both hit, you take 10 hit points total damage roll initiative. ( got a modified 19 and 23 for attack rolls )
Morgan, having turned to glance back at the patron for this adventure, is taken by surprise as the door he was reaching for bursts open. Before he can dodge two strikes hit home, causing him to grunt in pain.
So, you start out in the pub of the enchanted dragon, and someone walks over to you, dragondenn, and says " hello, I am Jared of NeverWinter, I need you to defeat Darastrix the evil, king of the Evankan lizardfolk, anyway, enough about that, what is your name??? "
Morgan looks to the figure and frowns. He nods to a chair at the table. "Have a seat." Morgan says, his voice deep and neutral. Morgan, even seated, is an imposing figure, heavily muscled and wearing half-plate armor under an ebony-black surcoat. On the chest of the surcoat is his family's symbol, a Shield with a red field, light blue flames and silver stars. His gray eyes take in the individual for a long moment, his fair skinned face framed by short black hair. "I am Morgan Amcathra, of the noble Amcathra house of Waterdeep." He introduces himself finally. "If you do truly need the lizard king dealt with, then it is probably not something I can do alone, are there others who can join in this task?"
A short tabaxi will black fur streaked with orange and yellow patches, gets up from the bar and says "I might be able to help if you're willing to meet my price. I'm known as Fluffy."
" ok yes, I have found two other people ( NPCS ) and ill call them over, also, fluffy, I like that name. " he says before yelling two names, Maranak and Nulad, two people come over, one looks like a human, the other looks like a humanoid moth, " these are maranak and nulad, Maranaks what people call, a mothfolk, extremely rare here, and Nulad is a Kalashtar, you might know them if you've been to ebberon, and they agreed to help, Maranak, Nulad, this is Morgan Amcathra, the bulky man here, and Fluffy, the short Tabaxi, I didn't tell you, but I am paying you 100 gold if you succeed, and let me tell you the full tale, 3 months ago, Darastrix the evil was announced king of the evankan lizardfolk, and ever since, he has been launching raids on our town, we have no soldiers, so we can't fend them off, and we need your help, please this is our time of need, remember when you encounter him, he might slip away under the cover from his attacking guards, into the temple at the other jungle across the orc infested mountain range of gruumsh, watch out, you may get caught and put in the orc jail. " " yeah yeah so can we get to it I wanna whack an orc with my mace " Nulad says holding up a mace. " ok ok listen be patient of ill whack you with this scimitar " says Maranak.
"Well it seems like we have a crew." Morgan says with a glance to the others. "I do not see why I shouldn't lend a hand here, so how do we proceed? Where is your village from here, and what sort of transportation is there? Do we use our own, or are you providing that transportation?"
Wee Willie slinks into the room grabs a tankard and skulks about listening closely to the conversation, his ears perk up when he hears a payment of gold being mentioned...
(To avoid confusion let us say my last post never happened.)
Morisul had just sat down at the nearby table when he caught bits of the conversation about the lizardmen. He had planned to study an arcane text he'd checked out from the library but hearing about the raids made him change his mind. He stepped up to their table, joining the minor crowd that had gathered there. "Hello. My name's Morisul, a scholar of arcane magic and Scribe. Apologies for the interruption. I've overheard what you were saying and I'm interested in helping."
Verna looks at the slowly larger gathering of people, before finally getting up to go see what all the interest was about.
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" well well what do we have here?? a half ef deep gnome and halfling?? ( perception crit ) what are your names??" Jared says as he gulps down his ale in one big sip, ( he was a Firbolg BTW ) as Maranak and Nulad take some chairs and sit on them, Nulads full plate clinking and clanking as he moves, " and yes, i will give you a horse drawn carriage, one of my finest, and I will give you two shield guardian guards, I am the richest man in town. " " so then it is settled, we shall go in a few minutes " Maranak and Nulad say as they put away their weapons
The Deep Gnome looked up from his tankard and responded with a shrug, "name's Winkie... Wee Willie Winkie, if that makes any difference."
" well, nice name, now can we get moving?? " Nulad says as he crosses his arms
Wee Willie, grinned and drained his tankard dry, "sure, sure, I always aim to please," he muttered as he got up to walk to the door to leave, "let's move it out then, I'm good to go!"
Morgan nods and gets up to his full 6 ft 8 inch height and nods to the others. "I'm ready when you are." He gathers his black surcoat around him, his half-plate armor under it glimmering in the light from the candles nearby. His gray eyes are intense as he studies each of the people, then he shrugs. he moves towards the door, the hilt of his greatsword swaying over his left shoulder, its harness holding the weapon down across his back.
"Which wagon is yours then?" He asks as he reaches the door, looking over his shoulder to the man wanting them to do this job.
The richest man in town is paying us 100 gold... Well I guess he didn't get rich by paying a lot. Morisul looked around to make sure he didn't accidentally project that thought. It was always a concern - his mind operated in weird ways. The weakest potion of healing cost 50 gold and armor cost could be downright silly. As he rose to follow Morgan, he studied each person in their group, trying to figure out their capabilities. Morgan seemed to be the front-line type, judging by the armor and sword, but seemingly not as focused on defense. The others he couldn't immediately pigeonhole. He grabbed his staff and pack before they headed out.
"If we're working together, we should learn each other's strengths and weaknesses. Don't you think? I'm quite knowledgeable and skilled in arcane magic but physically weak and vulnerable. So I'll be hanging back out of harms way as much as possible and I will attack with spells. I know a number of support spells as well."
Fluffy, standing there wearing a dark cloak and a dark pair of pants says simply "I kill people, quietly and quickly." This statement seems at odds with his appearance, as the only weapons apparent on the tabaxi are a short sword and a quiver with 10 darts.
Just as you reach for the door DradonDenn, three lizard folk burst through the door and one try to jab you with his spiked shield then his club, both hit, you take 10 hit points total damage roll initiative. ( got a modified 19 and 23 for attack rolls )
" FIGHT NOW WEAKNESSES AND STRENGTHS LATER " Nulad says as he gets up
Initiative 13
Morgan, having turned to glance back at the patron for this adventure, is taken by surprise as the door he was reaching for bursts open. Before he can dodge two strikes hit home, causing him to grunt in pain.
Initiative: 17
Nulad initiative: 5
Maranak initiative: 21
Lizardfolk 1 through 3: 9
Maranak grabs his double bladed scimitar and runs at the lizardfolk that attacked Dragondenn, and slashes at it, attack crit, and he does 8 damage!!!