Natone is, for lack of a better word, a brute. Famed in his home village for his incredible strength - even for a Goliath - and toughness, Natone was talked into "seeking his fortune". The trouble is, what he has in muscles, Natone lacks in brainpower. As such, great things really have failed to come his way - he very much needs someone to direct and guide him, so he always finds some form of a "buddy" to latch onto to do his thinking for him. Not surprisingly, this has worked out less than well for him, as a smarter companion can easily take advantage of him. Natone is currently without a "buddy" and is looking for a new opportunity and some sense of direction and purpose.
You each find yourselves in Neverwinter waiting for a meeting with Gundren Rockseeker inside The Triumphant Fool Tavern on the outskirts of the city. It’s been a rather dreary with a light drizzle most of the day. The tavern is rather lively with much activity. Each of you here for your own reasons, though all of you know Gundren in some way. (Feel free to introduce your characters. I’m intending this to be no one knows each other. But it can take a different direction if you would like)
Inside the Tavern, in the Farthest corner, watching everyone with a silent composure Vrakqrin is drinking his cup of ale. While he is waiting for Gundren he is checking to see if there are any other adventurers or a potential hostile inside the Tavern.
Dovarax takes a drag from his pipe and expels a vast cloud of smoke, he grins as his ale is about to arrive. He starts to moves his feet to the rhythm of the music and waits at his table for his friend Gungren to arrive and tell him what's next.
Seeing another dragonborn with a golden skin puffing a cloud of smoke that covers his whole front, he smiles as he notices that the bartender curl his eyebrows as the smoke is headed for his face. Vrakqrin stood up laughing as he pick up is ale. He went next to the Dragonborn and said with a booming voice,
" HAHAHA, another round of ale for my kin and me here curly bartender!".
As he said that he took a chair and stares at the former intently and said again,
"I am Vrakqrin, I'm waiting for a friend in this here parts. What brings you here?.
As he said that he smiles and his neon eyes stares intently to the other one.
Ilmryn sits at the bar, dragging his finger around the rim of the ale he has bought, not drinking quite so heartily from it. He waits for Gundren to arrive, while letting his eyes wander over the other patrons of The Triumphant Fool. If only I still had my card set, he thinks to himself. He'd love to try his hand at pawning some money off that Dwarf sitting across the way. Bah, no matter. He looks like a capable fighter. Wouldn't want to earn his ire.
"Dwarf friend?" Illmryn mouthed to himself, as he looks over at the two Dragonborn across from him. So, Gundren has requested the appearance of these fellows as well, has he? That Dwarf has connections, indeed...
Vrakqrin smiles contently as he saw Dovarax accepts his drink, and he said,
"It's my honour to meet another kin in this blasted tavern. Thank you for your kindness but I also do not smoke, a drink would be very much appreciated tho", his laughing boomed again then he saw over the shoulder of Dovarax a seemingly large Drow.
He called over and said, "eavesdropping eyy lil'drow? It seems that you are also waiting for the same person!" He turns to the bartender and said, "Hey Curly! Bring this drow another ale!"
As he said that he looked straight to the eye of the drow and smiles.
"Oh, no thank you Barkeep. I'm still nursing this one." Ilmryn says as he stands to wander over to his new acquaintances. "I appreciate the offer, though. You are sharp though, picking up that I'm waiting for him as well. Whatever he has need of us for, it must be no small task." He says, sipping from his flagon.
“I’ll add it to your tab” retorts Curly in a not so friendly manner. And after a short while brings Illmryn another ale. “From that shiny fellow over there” he says as he points over to the two Dragonborn sitting together at a table. At your refusal, Curly shrugs and downs the ale himself, “looks like it’s gonna be another long night” and goes back about his business.
Ilmryn brushes a lock of white hair out of his face as he chuckles. "Oh come now. Compared to the Underdark, this place is quite cozy. And you are correct. Gundren seems to have brought us together. Though..." Ilmryn looks to the front entrance. "Where is that Dwarf? Taking his time, isn't he?"
Already near the table as the Dragonborn says this, Ilmryn leans forward, against a free chair. "I wouldn't put it past him, that's for sure. I do wonder what this is about." He considered the thought for a moment. "So long as it pays well.."
Esther stumbles into The Triumphant Fool, shaking off the droplets of rain as she peers around the bustling tavern. The pit in Esther's stomach grows when she doesn't spot the familiar face of Mister Rockseeker in the crowd. She scurries to the bar and patiently waits for help until able to nervously ask if the dwarf had arrived yet.
Ok, Natone (Goliath Barbarian 1) https://ddb.ac/characters/35946304/u221Ly
Natone is, for lack of a better word, a brute. Famed in his home village for his incredible strength - even for a Goliath - and toughness, Natone was talked into "seeking his fortune". The trouble is, what he has in muscles, Natone lacks in brainpower. As such, great things really have failed to come his way - he very much needs someone to direct and guide him, so he always finds some form of a "buddy" to latch onto to do his thinking for him. Not surprisingly, this has worked out less than well for him, as a smarter companion can easily take advantage of him. Natone is currently without a "buddy" and is looking for a new opportunity and some sense of direction and purpose.
You each find yourselves in Neverwinter waiting for a meeting with Gundren Rockseeker inside The Triumphant Fool Tavern on the outskirts of the city. It’s been a rather dreary with a light drizzle most of the day. The tavern is rather lively with much activity. Each of you here for your own reasons, though all of you know Gundren in some way. (Feel free to introduce your characters. I’m intending this to be no one knows each other. But it can take a different direction if you would like)
Inside the Tavern, in the Farthest corner, watching everyone with a silent composure Vrakqrin is drinking his cup of ale. While he is waiting for Gundren he is checking to see if there are any other adventurers or a potential hostile inside the Tavern.
Dovarax takes a drag from his pipe and expels a vast cloud of smoke, he grins as his ale is about to arrive. He starts to moves his feet to the rhythm of the music and waits at his table for his friend Gungren to arrive and tell him what's next.
Seeing another dragonborn with a golden skin puffing a cloud of smoke that covers his whole front, he smiles as he notices that the bartender curl his eyebrows as the smoke is headed for his face. Vrakqrin stood up laughing as he pick up is ale. He went next to the Dragonborn and said with a booming voice,
" HAHAHA, another round of ale for my kin and me here curly bartender!".
As he said that he took a chair and stares at the former intently and said again,
"I am Vrakqrin, I'm waiting for a friend in this here parts. What brings you here?.
As he said that he smiles and his neon eyes stares intently to the other one.
Ilmryn sits at the bar, dragging his finger around the rim of the ale he has bought, not drinking quite so heartily from it. He waits for Gundren to arrive, while letting his eyes wander over the other patrons of The Triumphant Fool. If only I still had my card set, he thinks to himself. He'd love to try his hand at pawning some money off that Dwarf sitting across the way. Bah, no matter. He looks like a capable fighter. Wouldn't want to earn his ire.
Dovarax ashes his pipe in his finished ale and happily accepts the drink.
"Huzzah a dragon of quality I see"
"I am Dovarax of clan Daardendrian, nice to meet you Vakqrin!"
"would you like some of what im smoking, its very smooth and I got from a dwarf friend of mine which im supposed to meet here for some drinks."
I grab my pipe gesture it towards Vrakqrin as it is his clans tradition.
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"Dwarf friend?" Illmryn mouthed to himself, as he looks over at the two Dragonborn across from him. So, Gundren has requested the appearance of these fellows as well, has he? That Dwarf has connections, indeed...
Vrakqrin smiles contently as he saw Dovarax accepts his drink, and he said,
"It's my honour to meet another kin in this blasted tavern. Thank you for your kindness but I also do not smoke, a drink would be very much appreciated tho", his laughing boomed again then he saw over the shoulder of Dovarax a seemingly large Drow.
He called over and said, "eavesdropping eyy lil'drow? It seems that you are also waiting for the same person!" He turns to the bartender and said, "Hey Curly! Bring this drow another ale!"
As he said that he looked straight to the eye of the drow and smiles.
"Oh, no thank you Barkeep. I'm still nursing this one." Ilmryn says as he stands to wander over to his new acquaintances. "I appreciate the offer, though. You are sharp though, picking up that I'm waiting for him as well. Whatever he has need of us for, it must be no small task." He says, sipping from his flagon.
“I’ll add it to your tab” retorts Curly in a not so friendly manner. And after a short while brings Illmryn another ale. “From that shiny fellow over there” he says as he points over to the two Dragonborn sitting together at a table. At your refusal, Curly shrugs and downs the ale himself, “looks like it’s gonna be another long night” and goes back about his business.
Dovarax smiles and brings in his pipe and lights it for himself and looks at the barkeep
"Put that round on my tab, and bring me the house specialty to share."
"The honor is all mine my new friend, and what brings you here, to this dreary town?".
Dovarax ask as he puffs outs his smoke.
Dovarax laughs as he realizes they are all here for the same reason.
" HAHAHA! Forgive me my friends it seems the ale has gotten the better of me"
Curly says nothing to Dovarax but gives a slight nod of his head and returns with a tray of three ales that he sets down on the table.
Ilmryn brushes a lock of white hair out of his face as he chuckles. "Oh come now. Compared to the Underdark, this place is quite cozy. And you are correct. Gundren seems to have brought us together. Though..." Ilmryn looks to the front entrance. "Where is that Dwarf? Taking his time, isn't he?"
Dovarax turns to the Drow slowly and with a smile while gesturing with his hand and says:
"Come out of the shadows and into the light young one, we're all here for the same reason so might as swell si together".
"Do you think that old fool Rockseeker has invited anyone else?
Already near the table as the Dragonborn says this, Ilmryn leans forward, against a free chair. "I wouldn't put it past him, that's for sure. I do wonder what this is about." He considered the thought for a moment. "So long as it pays well.."
Dovarax leans back on his chair and exhales another cloud of smoke:
" Ahhhh yes coin is all well and good but I live for adventure, the thrill of a battle and the discovery of new things is what im in for".
Dovarax pauses for a little while to collect his thought.
"and you fellow Dragonborn what are you in it for?".
Esther stumbles into The Triumphant Fool, shaking off the droplets of rain as she peers around the bustling tavern. The pit in Esther's stomach grows when she doesn't spot the familiar face of Mister Rockseeker in the crowd. She scurries to the bar and patiently waits for help until able to nervously ask if the dwarf had arrived yet.