Thankfully, the evening was uneventful, but bitterly cold and uncomfortable. The journey to Good Mead along the road north took a number of hours and thankfully no duo of wolves were out to greet you. Taking the occasional break and heading west along The Eastway towards Bryn Shander, you arrived in the evening.
BRYN SHANDER
Bryn Shander is a fairly large walled town perched atop a cold, lonely, wind-lashed hill. Bright lanterns suspended over narrow streets twist in the wind and add flecks of color to the town’s otherwise drab surroundings. Two sleepy, freezing guards are there to greet you as you approach the East Gate. Since it is evening, there is very little activity at the moment, but as you slowly walk through the town, there are a few landmarks on signs that direct you to places you can visit.
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Kilmus leads the way towards the Northlook, his years of work leading him unerringly towards the proverbial port in the storm. Pushing through the door, the shepherd turned bouncer turned holy warrior scanned the room with a practiced eye looking for trouble first and the proprietor second.
Perception 17
and Perception with advantage if the DM grants my 'bouncer' perk for reading a room :) 20
"This place seems a lot nicer than dunlaps hole" Rak would say as they make their way into the city. "I don't think they will be cutting me any deals on materials here... This place is large enough I doubt it cares about a few barrels of booze and a couple imbreds..."
Cold. Drab. Dark. These are words that describe the inn. It's late, and there isn't many patron here this evening. Those customer who are here this evening look at you as you enter the Inn, look blankly at you, then return to whatever they were doing. Stuffed and mounted on a plaque above the hearth in the common room is a battle-scarred knucklehead trout named Ol’ Bitey, who's plaque below it tells the tale of how a Druid and a Rogue caught it. The owner behind the counter, bundled in furs and sitting in a chair, looks up towards you all, ready to assist should you need anything.
It's like the cold weather and eternal winter here has sapped everyone's last ounce of mirth.
Mica puts his chained kobold skull into the small pack he carries as he enters the village. A Kenku is definitely a strange sight, especially with the lack of appropriate clothing for the bitter temperatures, and he wanted to avoid as many issues with the townspeople as possible. He'd modified his boots to be more comfortable to wear for bird-like appendages, but they still didn't fend off the cold entirely, so he's glad to be back inside again. He's somewhat comforted by the dullness of the villagers - at least there wouldn't be anything he needs to worry about.
Drinking was difficult for someone with beaks, but he still orders a drink anyway. He inquires as to the plaque - a Druid hunting and killing a trout struck him as odd. Didn't they love nature?
"A human rogue named Kintyre and her companion, a human druid who called himself the Maverick caught it one winter. They hauled "Ol’ Bitey" here, to the Northlook, in the hopes of having it cooked for them, but I bought it from them and had it stuffed instead - and that's where it rests."The innkeeper drolls, having told the story, apparently, many times.
Phineas orders a mulled wine, needing to knock the chill of his bones. He takes a sip before asking the barkeep. "Any sight of a caravan for the merchant Torgil through these parts? We be needing a word with 'em about his wares." He takes another long drawn on his drink, feigning a bit of disinterest, though, he hopes word is otherwise. No matter the response, he asks, "What news in these parts these days?"
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"Torgil? You must mean Torg's. Yeah, they were here last week. Heard they were headed to Bremen next. And, be careful if you're headed to Lonelywood. Heard rumors of some dreaded white moose. Attacking loggers and trappers on sight, and the town’s best hunters can’t seem to catch or kill the beast. They could probably use some help. Just sayin'."
Kilmus gets a mead from the barkeep and then settles in to listen to the scuttlebutt and chatter of the room. Out of sheer force of habit, he takes us a stool with a clear view of the entrance and as much of the room as possible, looking for any signs of trouble.
As he hears the barkeep talk about a moose, Kilmus' hears his brother chortle 'Remember that time you got chased clear across the tundra by that moose? It hooked you from behind and musta thrown you thirty feet in the air.' more good-natured laughter filled the air 'you thought you could scare it off with some stones from your sling! You always were brave - not very bright - but plenty brave little brother'
"If the moose talks too I am going to break something..." Rak would grumble as he takes another drink of ale. "Anyone wonder HOW those animals were talking?"
Phineas shrugs. "I assume all animals talk...they just don't have much interest talking to us," he says. "Caravan ain't here. We moving on or looking for trouble around here?"
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Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd) Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist) Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
This combination shop and smithy stands just north of the main square. Garn the Hammer, the owner, manufactures the cheapest blades in Ten-Towns, while his sister Elza sells adventuring supplies—including rations, cold weather gear, ice picks, and snowshoes, AND RUBY DUST—to fortune-seekers.
"Hello, my name is Rak and these are my companions." The githyanki would say with a smile. "We have been traveling all doing good deeds for the fine citizens of ten towns. Perhaps you heard of how we saved both good mead and Dugan hole. we are kind of s big deal"
Kilmus comes alongside his comrade and claps him on the shoulder. "We are indeed working our way from town to town helping those in need. We have rescued the lost, recovered the stolen and protected the innocent. We seek tools and support to continue on our way and bring an end to the suffering of the Ten Towns.'
"Well I can see you have a wide assortment if quality goods... but I was hoping you could provide me a deal on some ruby dust. You see.. putting an end to this eternal winter and turning this frozen rock into an inhabitable place to live is absolutely something we would love to persue." Rak would say as he rubs his chin. "But this neverending darkness has been a problem. Now if you could provide me with some ruby dust I could use it to light our way to bringing back the sun and push back the vile creatures that thrive in the dark. When people ask me how we managed to fight off the frozen hand that was strangling ten towns.. I'll tell then It was the fine goods at Blackiron Blades that gave us the power to free the land from darkness, starvation, and death..." The gith would pause for a moment and whisper in githyanki "Alright, help me to really bullshit like I've never Bullshit before" as he asks for guidance The goth would then look up and lock eyes with the shop keeper. "If you could provide me with all the ruby dust you have... you could save all of ten towns. YOU can be the hero this town needs.. the hero the world needs.. We cannot so this without your help."
deception! 19 plus 2
Ooc: ideally he would be inspired to give me enough ruby dust to cast continual flame a couple times.. maybe even a few... hopefully at least once. Maybe I could get a discount st s minimum since I dont have 50gp lol?
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"I can take third I suppose." Rak would reply as he downs his second ale.
THE NEXT MORNING
Thankfully, the evening was uneventful, but bitterly cold and uncomfortable. The journey to Good Mead along the road north took a number of hours and thankfully no duo of wolves were out to greet you. Taking the occasional break and heading west along The Eastway towards Bryn Shander, you arrived in the evening.
BRYN SHANDER
Bryn Shander is a fairly large walled town perched atop a cold, lonely, wind-lashed hill. Bright lanterns suspended over narrow streets twist in the wind and add flecks of color to the town’s otherwise drab surroundings. Two sleepy, freezing guards are there to greet you as you approach the East Gate. Since it is evening, there is very little activity at the moment, but as you slowly walk through the town, there are a few landmarks on signs that direct you to places you can visit.
BLACKIRON BLADES - The weaponshop and smithy.
HOUSE OF THE MORNINGLORD - Shrine to Amauntor
THE NORTHLOOK - Inn
Kilmus leads the way towards the Northlook, his years of work leading him unerringly towards the proverbial port in the storm. Pushing through the door, the shepherd turned bouncer turned holy warrior scanned the room with a practiced eye looking for trouble first and the proprietor second.
Perception 17
and Perception with advantage if the DM grants my 'bouncer' perk for reading a room :) 20
"This place seems a lot nicer than dunlaps hole" Rak would say as they make their way into the city. "I don't think they will be cutting me any deals on materials here... This place is large enough I doubt it cares about a few barrels of booze and a couple imbreds..."
THE NORTHLOOK INN
Cold. Drab. Dark. These are words that describe the inn. It's late, and there isn't many patron here this evening. Those customer who are here this evening look at you as you enter the Inn, look blankly at you, then return to whatever they were doing. Stuffed and mounted on a plaque above the hearth in the common room is a battle-scarred knucklehead trout named Ol’ Bitey, who's plaque below it tells the tale of how a Druid and a Rogue caught it. The owner behind the counter, bundled in furs and sitting in a chair, looks up towards you all, ready to assist should you need anything.
It's like the cold weather and eternal winter here has sapped everyone's last ounce of mirth.
Mica puts his chained kobold skull into the small pack he carries as he enters the village. A Kenku is definitely a strange sight, especially with the lack of appropriate clothing for the bitter temperatures, and he wanted to avoid as many issues with the townspeople as possible. He'd modified his boots to be more comfortable to wear for bird-like appendages, but they still didn't fend off the cold entirely, so he's glad to be back inside again. He's somewhat comforted by the dullness of the villagers - at least there wouldn't be anything he needs to worry about.
Drinking was difficult for someone with beaks, but he still orders a drink anyway. He inquires as to the plaque - a Druid hunting and killing a trout struck him as odd. Didn't they love nature?
"A human rogue named Kintyre and her companion, a human druid who called himself the Maverick caught it one winter. They hauled "Ol’ Bitey" here, to the Northlook, in the hopes of having it cooked for them, but I bought it from them and had it stuffed instead - and that's where it rests." The innkeeper drolls, having told the story, apparently, many times.
Phineas orders a mulled wine, needing to knock the chill of his bones. He takes a sip before asking the barkeep. "Any sight of a caravan for the merchant Torgil through these parts? We be needing a word with 'em about his wares." He takes another long drawn on his drink, feigning a bit of disinterest, though, he hopes word is otherwise. No matter the response, he asks, "What news in these parts these days?"
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
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"Torgil? You must mean Torg's. Yeah, they were here last week. Heard they were headed to Bremen next. And, be careful if you're headed to Lonelywood. Heard rumors of some dreaded white moose. Attacking loggers and trappers on sight, and the town’s best hunters can’t seem to catch or kill the beast. They could probably use some help. Just sayin'."
Kilmus gets a mead from the barkeep and then settles in to listen to the scuttlebutt and chatter of the room. Out of sheer force of habit, he takes us a stool with a clear view of the entrance and as much of the room as possible, looking for any signs of trouble.
As he hears the barkeep talk about a moose, Kilmus' hears his brother chortle 'Remember that time you got chased clear across the tundra by that moose? It hooked you from behind and musta thrown you thirty feet in the air.' more good-natured laughter filled the air 'you thought you could scare it off with some stones from your sling! You always were brave - not very bright - but plenty brave little brother'
"Torgil? Torg? Turd? What kind of name is that anyways," the halfling mutters. "A moose, ye say? Interesting. Where can we find these here hunters?"
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Lonelywood."
"If the moose talks too I am going to break something..." Rak would grumble as he takes another drink of ale. "Anyone wonder HOW those animals were talking?"
Phineas shrugs. "I assume all animals talk...they just don't have much interest talking to us," he says. "Caravan ain't here. We moving on or looking for trouble around here?"
Corrin Kettlewhistle: Halfling Life Cleric (Curse of Strahd)
Kip Dalton: Human Lore Bard (Waterdeep Dragon Heist)
Debauchery Dalliance: Half-Drow Oath of Conquest Paladin (White Plume Mountain)
"Let's see if they got any ruby dust" Rak would reply as he finishes his drink. "Then we can head out if you want."
BLACKIRON BLADES
This combination shop and smithy stands just north of the main square. Garn the Hammer, the owner, manufactures the cheapest blades in Ten-Towns, while his sister Elza sells adventuring supplies—including rations, cold weather gear, ice picks, and snowshoes, AND RUBY DUST—to fortune-seekers.
"Hello, my name is Rak and these are my companions." The githyanki would say with a smile. "We have been traveling all doing good deeds for the fine citizens of ten towns. Perhaps you heard of how we saved both good mead and Dugan hole. we are kind of s big deal"
Kilmus comes alongside his comrade and claps him on the shoulder. "We are indeed working our way from town to town helping those in need. We have rescued the lost, recovered the stolen and protected the innocent. We seek tools and support to continue on our way and bring an end to the suffering of the Ten Towns.'
Help Rak on his inevitable negotiation.
"Mhmm." Garn says. "Perhaps next ye could fix this eternal winter, eh? So. What can I get you modest folk?"
"Well I can see you have a wide assortment if quality goods... but I was hoping you could provide me a deal on some ruby dust. You see.. putting an end to this eternal winter and turning this frozen rock into an inhabitable place to live is absolutely something we would love to persue." Rak would say as he rubs his chin. "But this neverending darkness has been a problem. Now if you could provide me with some ruby dust I could use it to light our way to bringing back the sun and push back the vile creatures that thrive in the dark. When people ask me how we managed to fight off the frozen hand that was strangling ten towns.. I'll tell then It was the fine goods at Blackiron Blades that gave us the power to free the land from darkness, starvation, and death..." The gith would pause for a moment and whisper in githyanki "Alright, help me to really bullshit like I've never Bullshit before" as he asks for guidance The goth would then look up and lock eyes with the shop keeper. "If you could provide me with all the ruby dust you have... you could save all of ten towns. YOU can be the hero this town needs.. the hero the world needs.. We cannot so this without your help."
deception! 19 plus 2
Ooc: ideally he would be inspired to give me enough ruby dust to cast continual flame a couple times.. maybe even a few... hopefully at least once. Maybe I could get a discount st s minimum since I dont have 50gp lol?