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"Some call me a traveler, others a researcher... I am looking for information on the Elemental Planes and possible portals to them." Creed's face is even as he says this and the nonchalance of his voice belies a deeper connection to his research (If anyone has passive Insight above: 14 then see the spoiler). "And what about you," Creed says turning to the feral looking human, "are you from here?"
Creed is very passionate about his research and there is something that makes it very personal for him...
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
You all notice that you are all late for your airships! As you run towards the docking bay, your ship flies out into the setting sun of Toril. A half-elf kid, obviously of Shadar-kai descent walks towards you. He says,
pardon me, but was that your airship? I might now someone where you can get to where you are going. Phandalin, correct?
"Intriguing..." Creed murmurs. "Well, I suppose we had better find out what this alternate route is now that we've missed our airship!" Creed continues. He begins to pace towards the young half-elf while surreptitiously checking out the rest of the group.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Hmmm, name doesn't ring a bell, but guessing he doesn't spend much time in the back alleys." She adjusts the pack on her shoulders for comfort, and following along, summons a pair of fire orbs to juggle with one hand.
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Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today? Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
"Hmm, I haven't heard of him, can I meet him?" Fragum is moderately suspicious, but follows with his hand near his sword but not near enough to garner attention.
Creed flies up and hovers at the top of the ladder, waiting for Lander to step onto the ship before following suit. Creed looks at Lander quizzically, "If you have a master this generous, then he must have some importance. Pray tell, what does he do for a living?"
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Some call me a traveler, others a researcher... I am looking for information on the Elemental Planes and possible portals to them." Creed's face is even as he says this and the nonchalance of his voice belies a deeper connection to his research (If anyone has passive Insight above: 14 then see the spoiler). "And what about you," Creed says turning to the feral looking human, "are you from here?"
Creed is very passionate about his research and there is something that makes it very personal for him...
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
You all notice that you are all late for your airships! As you run towards the docking bay, your ship flies out into the setting sun of Toril. A half-elf kid, obviously of Shadar-kai descent walks towards you. He says,
pardon me, but was that your airship? I might now someone where you can get to where you are going. Phandalin, correct?
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
"Yes I was going to got to Phandalin" Fragum shakes his head in annoyance then turns to the others "You guys too? What a coincidence."
He then mutters to himself "Perhaps I can get there on foot? It would be a good exercise. Tell me more, boy"
When players get creative.
Follow me,
he says. He takes out a compass.
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
"Intriguing..." Creed murmurs. "Well, I suppose we had better find out what this alternate route is now that we've missed our airship!" Creed continues. He begins to pace towards the young half-elf while surreptitiously checking out the rest of the group.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
I'm Lander. Lander Shane-Ravensson Akannathi Thuunlakalaga.
My master can take you there.
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
He whistles.
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
Wyldfyre sidles up to the lad, "And, pray tell, my dear Lander, what would you and your master's motivation be for such a generous offer?"
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
"Who is this master of yours, Lander?" Fragum follows regardless.
When players get creative.
"Airship?" Rhavien follows intrigued
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Reminder for myself. Work together or fail apart. Talk with each other when necessary. Describe how, where, if, your character moved.
The sign on the trail ahead reads "DONT FEED THE DRAGON!" "Working Together" Follow this link please
Perhaps you have heard of him. His name is Roran Gralhund. He honestly just likes helping people.
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
"Hmmm, name doesn't ring a bell, but guessing he doesn't spend much time in the back alleys." She adjusts the pack on her shoulders for comfort, and following along, summons a pair of fire orbs to juggle with one hand.
Welcome to the Emporium of Mayhem! What sort of mischief do you seek today?
Pyromaniac Wyldfyre searching for her place in the world.
"Hmm, I haven't heard of him, can I meet him?" Fragum is moderately suspicious, but follows with his hand near his sword but not near enough to garner attention.
When players get creative.
You see a huge airship descend and a rope ladder falls down. Lander says
Come on up!
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
Creed flies up and hovers at the top of the ladder, waiting for Lander to step onto the ship before following suit. Creed looks at Lander quizzically, "If you have a master this generous, then he must have some importance. Pray tell, what does he do for a living?"
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Fragum follows, checking for enemies or possible dangers.
Investigation: 16
When players get creative.
You notice nothing dangerous except for 2 ballista.
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
My master owns a fleet of airships.
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
"Is your master here, or we will be departing now?" Fragum asks
When players get creative.
A well dressed half elf comes out of the cabin and says to Lander,
for Gond's sake, why did you run off like that?
Taking notice of the rest of you, he says
welcome aboard the Avariel! I'm Captain Gralhund.
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP