"You see, Zook? The map was right! We made it. What a city!"Bert Termagird says, stowing away a rolled up, well-used map in its case and grinning up at Neverwinter as they approach. The elf is dusty and rumpled from the road. "I think we each deserve a meal cooked in a kitchen, some libations, a warm bath, and a nice cozy bed. It's been too long. We can relax here, unwind. Finally a place where trouble doesn't seem like it's looking for us, specifically. I still don't know what I did to make those giant vultures so angry. And for so long." He looks over at his companion. "You don't want to stay out there, do you? Tell me you'll at least come into the city."
Zook marvels at the impressive sights and sounds of the city in front of them. It’s all a little overwhelming to the small forest gnome who spent so many years in veritable seclusion at the monastery, but he and Bert have been through quite a lot together since that whole trouble with the goblins and those awful Zhent bullies back in Nightstone. He’s grown much more accustomed to the constant companionship of his quirky elven friend, so much so, that he sometimes forgets what it was like to spend long stretches of time all by himself.
Ironically, in all his time spent meditating in solitude and pondering the mysteries of life during his years as a young monk, he apparently overlooked the importance of a simple friendship as being one possible answer. Gnomes are certainly social creatures by nature, but growing up in the forest, it was all about family. This feels different. In a good way.
”What a city, indeed, my friend! And yes, your map was right, although I’ll bet if we had just followed all those merchant carts, we would have found it sooner or later,” he chuckles. “Of course I’ll come in with you. While I’d be just as happy to curl up on a nice bed of leaves and soft grass for the night, I would most certainly agree that we deserve some libations, nice, hot food and a warm bath. And besides, I’m curious to see what Neverwinter holds. It’s been a long time since I last set foot in a big city like this.”
”And about those giant vultures... I don’t know... I was just trying to ask them a question. I had no idea they’d respond by trying to eat us!
"Directions, ha! One day you'll believe me when I try to tell you what the map says,"Bert says, taking a deep, happy breath and letting it out in a sigh. He looks up, spies the airship, and points. "Zook! Look! Do you think we'd ever get to ride on one of those? What an adventure that would be. But first, let me ask someone where a decent inn would be. Well, not too decent. I'm not exactly brimming with coin after the run-in with those minotaurs."
He walks along, a few blocks into the city, looking for a well-traveled square or crossroads where there seem to be people who look more comfortable in the city. Locals. He walks up to one such person and introduces himself. "Hello there. My name is Bert. Bert Termagird. What's yours? I hope you've been having a fine day. My friend and I are looking for a decent place to stay a night or two, wash the dust of the road off ourselves, and avail ourselves of a kitchen run by someone proud of their craft. Do you happen to know such a place that would not empty the coinpurse? I'd consider it a favor if it turns out a good experience."
Would Bert know of any cartographers in Neverwinter?
Following his friend into the city, Zook looks up at the airships with bewilderment as they pass overhead. "Well... we did get to fly with the giant in his cloud tower. That was a truly splendid experience. While I imagine that riding in an airship would be quite exhilarating, I'm not sure it could top that. But, to answer your question, yes, I should hope we get to fly in one, I rather liked being up in the sky. In fact, that's all I was trying to ask those giant vultures, I just wanted tohear their perspective on flyng, and whether they find it exciting to spread their wings and leap up into the sky, or whether it's just like walking to them."
"Of course, I do enjoy walking, especially on nice, soft grass, like the kind you find in the rolling hills of the Western Heartlands. And please don't remind me... I'd much rather forget about those minotaurs."
"And Bert, I do like to look at your maps! I find them quite pretty... almost like art. I just don't see how they're better than trusting your instincts, and the whimsy of your feet. I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you don't care where you're headed, you don’t need a map."
"At any rate, I agree with you. Let us find a suitable inn or tavern where we can rest our tired feet and enjoy some... "libations" as you call them. That is a rather funny word... did you make it up?
He remains alongside his friend while Bert begin asking for directions, although his eyes stray as he takes in the scenes of the city.
Bert looks at Zook. He raises his eyebrows questioningly. "Is the the Beached Leviathan run by nice people, even if it's cheap and shady things happen sometimes?"
He sighs whatever the response. "I've got a thin purse so I think my only option is the Beached Leviathan. Shall we?"
Zook glances back at Bert with a quizzical look. “I know not, my friend, for this is my first time visiting Neverwinter. And since it seems that we’re both light of coin, then I suppose that’s as good an option as any. Lead on, for I’m getting thirsty!”
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(Is there someone actually getting evicted from the premises as we walk up, or is it calmer when we arrive?) :)
Bert smiles and looks at the surroundings, seeing if anyone's observing the comings and goings of the place, and also looks for any second, third, or fourth exits. Old habit.
Zook marvels at the docked ship/tavern as they approach The Beached Leviathan. "Now that's a sight indeed, my dear Bert! You know, I have walked through hills and grasslands and even along the coast, so I have look out over the ocean, but I have never been out to sea. I have never been aboard a ship like this!!"
"This should be interesting! I do hope they have a good whisky selection. What sort of things to sailors like to drink?"
When Bert is done surveying the outside of the tavern, Zook leads the way and steps inside the ship's entrance.
Bert looks at Zook, raises his eyebrows in a silent message that says "THIS IS AMAZING" and walks in the front door, nodding happily to anyone he sees. Just before he enters, he whispers some words in elvish, opens and closes his palm, and casts mage hand (which, thanks to mage hand legerdemain, is invisible). The hand keeps pace with him and he looks for an opportunity to cause some well-meaning mischief or fun. He also keeps and eye out for any messages in thieves cant inside or outside the Leviathan.
As Zook walks into the main tavern area, his eyes wander towards the impressive collection of trophies, scanning the exotic decor with keen interest. "Now those are a few things I never saw growing up in the hills of the heartlands. Sharks and giant crabs... and whatever kind of creature that is. I know so little about the sea. Mind you, I'm not a very good swimmer, but that's..."
"...Well hullo!" he answers as they are greeted by the middle aged woman.
"We are famished and in need of libations, as my friend here likes to call them. Ale and a hot meal for me, and a dram of dwarven whisky, if you have it, please."
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Bert nods and follows Zook to the bar. "We'd love a chance to rest our heads, fill our bellies, and wash the dust of the road away. We heard this was a fine place to do so. I'll have a bit of your house red, whatever meal your cook likes making, and I'd like a bed, or a hammock, to rest in for the night. Do you have a bath here? I didn't catch your name, ma'am. I'm Bert." He reaches out his hand for a friendly shake.
He does send his mage hand over to the passed-out dwarf to check out his pockets, looking for anything interesting or valuable, and then checking out anything hidden away under tables or in chests or drawers in the Hold.
Sleight of hand: 24
Edit: wowzers, sort of a waste of a nat 20, but kind of hilarious...
"You see, Zook? The map was right! We made it. What a city!" Bert Termagird says, stowing away a rolled up, well-used map in its case and grinning up at Neverwinter as they approach. The elf is dusty and rumpled from the road. "I think we each deserve a meal cooked in a kitchen, some libations, a warm bath, and a nice cozy bed. It's been too long. We can relax here, unwind. Finally a place where trouble doesn't seem like it's looking for us, specifically. I still don't know what I did to make those giant vultures so angry. And for so long." He looks over at his companion. "You don't want to stay out there, do you? Tell me you'll at least come into the city."
Zook marvels at the impressive sights and sounds of the city in front of them. It’s all a little overwhelming to the small forest gnome who spent so many years in veritable seclusion at the monastery, but he and Bert have been through quite a lot together since that whole trouble with the goblins and those awful Zhent bullies back in Nightstone. He’s grown much more accustomed to the constant companionship of his quirky elven friend, so much so, that he sometimes forgets what it was like to spend long stretches of time all by himself.
Ironically, in all his time spent meditating in solitude and pondering the mysteries of life during his years as a young monk, he apparently overlooked the importance of a simple friendship as being one possible answer. Gnomes are certainly social creatures by nature, but growing up in the forest, it was all about family. This feels different. In a good way.
”What a city, indeed, my friend! And yes, your map was right, although I’ll bet if we had just followed all those merchant carts, we would have found it sooner or later,” he chuckles. “Of course I’ll come in with you. While I’d be just as happy to curl up on a nice bed of leaves and soft grass for the night, I would most certainly agree that we deserve some libations, nice, hot food and a warm bath. And besides, I’m curious to see what Neverwinter holds. It’s been a long time since I last set foot in a big city like this.”
”And about those giant vultures... I don’t know... I was just trying to ask them a question. I had no idea they’d respond by trying to eat us!
"Directions, ha! One day you'll believe me when I try to tell you what the map says," Bert says, taking a deep, happy breath and letting it out in a sigh. He looks up, spies the airship, and points. "Zook! Look! Do you think we'd ever get to ride on one of those? What an adventure that would be. But first, let me ask someone where a decent inn would be. Well, not too decent. I'm not exactly brimming with coin after the run-in with those minotaurs."
He walks along, a few blocks into the city, looking for a well-traveled square or crossroads where there seem to be people who look more comfortable in the city. Locals. He walks up to one such person and introduces himself. "Hello there. My name is Bert. Bert Termagird. What's yours? I hope you've been having a fine day. My friend and I are looking for a decent place to stay a night or two, wash the dust of the road off ourselves, and avail ourselves of a kitchen run by someone proud of their craft. Do you happen to know such a place that would not empty the coinpurse? I'd consider it a favor if it turns out a good experience."
Would Bert know of any cartographers in Neverwinter?
Bertelligence: 12
Following his friend into the city, Zook looks up at the airships with bewilderment as they pass overhead. "Well... we did get to fly with the giant in his cloud tower. That was a truly splendid experience. While I imagine that riding in an airship would be quite exhilarating, I'm not sure it could top that. But, to answer your question, yes, I should hope we get to fly in one, I rather liked being up in the sky. In fact, that's all I was trying to ask those giant vultures, I just wanted to hear their perspective on flyng, and whether they find it exciting to spread their wings and leap up into the sky, or whether it's just like walking to them."
"Of course, I do enjoy walking, especially on nice, soft grass, like the kind you find in the rolling hills of the Western Heartlands. And please don't remind me... I'd much rather forget about those minotaurs."
"And Bert, I do like to look at your maps! I find them quite pretty... almost like art. I just don't see how they're better than trusting your instincts, and the whimsy of your feet. I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you don't care where you're headed, you don’t need a map."
"At any rate, I agree with you. Let us find a suitable inn or tavern where we can rest our tired feet and enjoy some... "libations" as you call them. That is a rather funny word... did you make it up?
He remains alongside his friend while Bert begin asking for directions, although his eyes stray as he takes in the scenes of the city.
Bert looks at Zook. He raises his eyebrows questioningly. "Is the the Beached Leviathan run by nice people, even if it's cheap and shady things happen sometimes?"
He sighs whatever the response. "I've got a thin purse so I think my only option is the Beached Leviathan. Shall we?"
Zook glances back at Bert with a quizzical look. “I know not, my friend, for this is my first time visiting Neverwinter. And since it seems that we’re both light of coin, then I suppose that’s as good an option as any. Lead on, for I’m getting thirsty!”
(Is there someone actually getting evicted from the premises as we walk up, or is it calmer when we arrive?) :)
Bert smiles and looks at the surroundings, seeing if anyone's observing the comings and goings of the place, and also looks for any second, third, or fourth exits. Old habit.
Perception: 6
Zook marvels at the docked ship/tavern as they approach The Beached Leviathan. "Now that's a sight indeed, my dear Bert! You know, I have walked through hills and grasslands and even along the coast, so I have look out over the ocean, but I have never been out to sea. I have never been aboard a ship like this!!"
"This should be interesting! I do hope they have a good whisky selection. What sort of things to sailors like to drink?"
When Bert is done surveying the outside of the tavern, Zook leads the way and steps inside the ship's entrance.
Bert looks at Zook, raises his eyebrows in a silent message that says "THIS IS AMAZING" and walks in the front door, nodding happily to anyone he sees. Just before he enters, he whispers some words in elvish, opens and closes his palm, and casts mage hand (which, thanks to mage hand legerdemain, is invisible). The hand keeps pace with him and he looks for an opportunity to cause some well-meaning mischief or fun. He also keeps and eye out for any messages in thieves cant inside or outside the Leviathan.
As Zook walks into the main tavern area, his eyes wander towards the impressive collection of trophies, scanning the exotic decor with keen interest. "Now those are a few things I never saw growing up in the hills of the heartlands. Sharks and giant crabs... and whatever kind of creature that is. I know so little about the sea. Mind you, I'm not a very good swimmer, but that's..."
"...Well hullo!" he answers as they are greeted by the middle aged woman.
"We are famished and in need of libations, as my friend here likes to call them. Ale and a hot meal for me, and a dram of dwarven whisky, if you have it, please."
Bert nods and follows Zook to the bar. "We'd love a chance to rest our heads, fill our bellies, and wash the dust of the road away. We heard this was a fine place to do so. I'll have a bit of your house red, whatever meal your cook likes making, and I'd like a bed, or a hammock, to rest in for the night. Do you have a bath here? I didn't catch your name, ma'am. I'm Bert." He reaches out his hand for a friendly shake.
He does send his mage hand over to the passed-out dwarf to check out his pockets, looking for anything interesting or valuable, and then checking out anything hidden away under tables or in chests or drawers in the Hold.
Sleight of hand: 24
Edit: wowzers, sort of a waste of a nat 20, but kind of hilarious...