Basecamp, Day 4: Tis been four hard days since our arrival at Caer-Dineval. The first inn was abandoned to the elements, so we had to press onward and upward. Through swirling snow and howling winds, movement has slowed to a crawl, but the summit of the Uphill Climb is nigh! This will likely be our last attempt, but the call of hot stew and a soft bed beckons us forth.
Risking the wrath of the gods, the gnome attempts to breach the door to the inn. ”By the pointy peaks o’Auril, all I want is m’bloody bath an’ a beer!”
Cocoa gently pulls on Svrf's arm before he breaks the door down. "Please, sir, calm yourself. The handle works perfectly fine." he says calmly, turning and opening it.
This tavern is situated northwest of the Caer. The barkeeper is a rugged middle-aged man. Ten-Towners know the tavern offers a spectacular view. The tavern is lighted up by several candles, but the tavern is nearly empty.
Svirf notes the mostly vacant surroundings as he approaches closer to the bar. Probably do a brisker business if they ‘adn’t put th’ place a’ th’ top o’ a million freakin’ steps..
”A beer, a borscht, and a bath, m’good sir!“ Svrf makes a show of peering about at his surroundings for the first time.
“All bu’ ‘ave th’ place t’ourselves,” he ventures, gauging the proprietor’s response, in turn.
Once the bowls are served, the well-mannered kobold asks: "Mr. Barkeep, may I ask: Dinev's Rest is closed, I'm sure you know that, but there were lanterns lit inside. Is something unusual happening?"
“One Chowder for me as well please, at least that is something warm.” Welfyx says.
He then hangs his heavy winter coat somewhere close to the fireplace to let it dry , takes out some instruments and starts to play some easy and basic melodies on his lyre ( ritual casting: unseen servant). After a few minutes he leaves the instrument alone, but the music keeps on playing by itself.
As they go in, Brorth takes out a pair of pliers and twists the cap of the waterskin he's holding. A few twists later, the light that was shining from it is gone. "Well, finally a place with light and warmth. Is the chowder hot? I'll take it anyways, but I'd like to know what I should expect."
The barkeep is decidedly less loquacious than most the gnome has encountered in his travels. Svrf turns his attention to the other patrons, as he enjoys his chowder.
“Cold ou’ there, eh?” The chowder has displaced, or at least concealed, the thawing snotsicles in his beard, but he is still not the most appetizing sight. His knack for stating the obvious does little to break the ice, as it were, but he looks about at the other clients, hoping to elicit some sort of response.
Brorth follows, holding his light in both hands. It doesn't matter where they're going to, as long as that place is warmer than the outside.
Varielky
“It’s quite strange, perhaps someone at the tavern might know what’s going on.” Safice will follow Cocoa to the tavern.
Felix Windfall(Human-V Lv.7 Rogue) killed in ToA, Vallan Houndstrider (Halfling Ghostwise Lv.1 Fighter) in DiAThe muscles in Svrf’s short legs burn, as he makes the uphill climb. He approaches the inn, but something tells him not to enter just yet...
Hoping to be met with greater success at this establishment, the gnome edges closer and tries the door.
(Excerpt from Svrf’s journal):
Basecamp, Day 4: Tis been four hard days since our arrival at Caer-Dineval. The first inn was abandoned to the elements, so we had to press onward and upward. Through swirling snow and howling winds, movement has slowed to a crawl, but the summit of the Uphill Climb is nigh! This will likely be our last attempt, but the call of hot stew and a soft bed beckons us forth.
Risking the wrath of the gods, the gnome attempts to breach the door to the inn. ”By the pointy peaks o’Auril, all I want is m’bloody bath an’ a beer!”
Cocoa gently pulls on Svrf's arm before he breaks the door down. "Please, sir, calm yourself. The handle works perfectly fine." he says calmly, turning and opening it.
(DM, you alright?)
“I was goin’ t’try that,” Svirf replies, unconvincingly.
Gae-Al watches the gnome cautiously then enters after him and Cocoa. He ducks his head and looks around the room.
“Jeg sulter. I hope there is food ready here. Maybe someone knows what is going on at the other place, ja?”
Svirf notes the mostly vacant surroundings as he approaches closer to the bar. Probably do a brisker business if they ‘adn’t put th’ place a’ th’ top o’ a million freakin’ steps..
”A beer, a borscht, and a bath, m’good sir!“ Svrf makes a show of peering about at his surroundings for the first time.
“All bu’ ‘ave th’ place t’ourselves,” he ventures, gauging the proprietor’s response, in turn.
Barkeeper: We're all out of beer, and all out of spirits. We hav' some hot chowder, if you want.
Gae-Al steps to the bar.
“Chowder will be fine. Two bowls for me vær så snill.”
“Chowder smells good!” Svirf exclaims, as his thawing nose begins to work again. ”I’ll ‘ave a bowl m’self. No shipments, eh?”
Barkeeper: Ye, lake's frozen, trail's covered in snow. We're cut off.
The barkeeper nods and waits for the others to order
"I will take one as well, sir." Cocoa says.
(How good is it?)
Once the bowls are served, the well-mannered kobold asks: "Mr. Barkeep, may I ask: Dinev's Rest is closed, I'm sure you know that, but there were lanterns lit inside. Is something unusual happening?"
“One Chowder for me as well please, at least that is something warm.” Welfyx says.
He then hangs his heavy winter coat somewhere close to the fireplace to let it dry , takes out some instruments and starts to play some easy and basic melodies on his lyre ( ritual casting: unseen servant). After a few minutes he leaves the instrument alone, but the music keeps on playing by itself.
Bartender: Dinev's Rest? Yes, it's closed. If there are lanterns in there, I don't know. Maybe someone's there?
“Knebøy...what’s the common word? Squatters perhaps?”
As they go in, Brorth takes out a pair of pliers and twists the cap of the waterskin he's holding. A few twists later, the light that was shining from it is gone. "Well, finally a place with light and warmth. Is the chowder hot? I'll take it anyways, but I'd like to know what I should expect."
Varielky
The barkeep is decidedly less loquacious than most the gnome has encountered in his travels. Svrf turns his attention to the other patrons, as he enjoys his chowder.
“Cold ou’ there, eh?” The chowder has displaced, or at least concealed, the thawing snotsicles in his beard, but he is still not the most appetizing sight. His knack for stating the obvious does little to break the ice, as it were, but he looks about at the other clients, hoping to elicit some sort of response.