It is mid morning, the 8 of you are sitting around, some together, others apart taking in being new to ‘The Adventure’s Guild’, “We do enough to not need a special name”. As you are looking around you see veteran members, some more so than others, the bar keep today is Fari, an old Dwarf, his long hair is more salt at this point than pepper, his face has a few scars on his face. His left hand is missing his last two fingers, and is peg legged.
Zarod the old half-orc guild hall master comes out of his office with a young woman wearing robes of a young witch. The human girl walks out of the guild hall, and Zarod looks around the hall, and then yells “You, you, you, ummm you two, you, you and ohhh you, your all new, come on into my real quick.” with each you he points to a different one of you.
You walk into Zarod’s office and he sits leaning back in his chair, behind his desk with paper scattered all over his desk. “We have a contract with Cendrail the Stargazer. Some of you may have heard of him, some of you may have seen his tower, it’s in the Iron Roads. Now working a job for Cendrail is somewhat a right of passage around here, most things he wants are half cocked, and off the wall. He is a little crazy. So most members refuse to take any jobs from him.” Zarod pauses for a moment allowing you all a moment to understand what he has just said. He then sits up and leans forward. “That being said it might be your all’s lucky day. As you surely know there was a falling star a few weeks back, now sense that time there have been rumors of where the star parts fell to. Cendrail claims to have knowledge of how to find the parts to The Fallen Star. So seeing as he did not want to send his assistant Beni with the information he has he wishes to meet with you all first. A norm of Cendrail, and a reason most don’t like taking his jobs.”
Please describe what the other party members see, and is there anything that you wish to do before going to see Cendrail?
Zenix only thought to himself first. The Fallen Star was definitely an oracle of something more, and to see the thought of it as just an object sent concern to him. Then again, this would bring adventure to the table...
In the corner of the room sits a young dwarf (at least in the dwarven-years) with a long black carefully combed beard, with several braids. He is wearing a scale mail, and next to him are leaning against the wall his shield and weapon. Upon a closer inspection, his equipment is of the dwarven quality, yet it seems to be quite old, and it hasn't seen a proper dwarvish maintenance for some time. The suit of armor also seems, as it has been made for someone other than its current owner. On the shield, there are silvery dwarvish runes forming a concentric circles. If you watch the dwarf carefully, you can see he is slightly nervous and sometimes mumbles something for himself. Maybe he is singing to calm himself a bit?
When the half-orc asks him and the others to follow, he picks up his gear and enters the office, listening to what the half-orc has to say.
"Zandeyr," the windworn half-elf introduces himself with a touch to the brow and a nod of his head. His dark blonde hair is pulled back into an unkempt ponytail. There is dirt in his nails. He smiles, revealing teeth that are crooked, but clean. His clothes are another matter. Wrinkled and salt-scrubbed, he appears fresh off a whaling vessel. He is dressed in relaxed fitting woolen pants that are tucked into sturdy, low-heeled walking boots, themselves wrapped in brown leathern spats secured by a series of buckles running up his shins. He wears a simple cotton shirt with lace up neck. Leather armor wraps his sturdy torso. His pants are cinched with a thick leather belt that matches his boot spats. A battered longword is sheathed and secured at his side. A lute is slung over his shoulder.
As the older half orc points to him Aubric stands up rather excitedly. He is an unusual sight, you don't see many dwarves that are clean shaven. He is dressed in robes but wearing a leather tunic with short nubs of a dark metal embedded all over it. He is fairly avg height for a dwarf with short brown/red hair. He is wearing glasses that seem to set in the same place no matter how his head moves. A scabbard rests at his hip, the hilt of a sword with an intricate weave of metal strands forming a guard gives the slightest hint of the blade that rests within. At the pommel sits a blue jewel, the color of the deepest ocean.
As we all enter the room you can see him sneaking glances at his fellow dwarf, but he stays close to the elven folk.
Upon mention of the fallen star he perks up and looks around at the room taking note of the reaction of the others gathered in here.
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Sitting at the tables is a small creature that is almost completely covered by a dark cloak, except for the yellow beak that peaks out form under the cowl. Every now and then you will hear the occasional chirp from a bird as the beak quickly rotates back and forth and cocks to the side as the darkness from within the cowl is always staring and looking every which way.
When the guild leader points a finger at the Aarakocra, its head turns instantly in the direction of the fingers, the cowl slipping back over its shoulders. You see the head of a much larger peregrine falcon than you have ever seen. Its jet black eyes following the finger as it waggles in the air. The Aarakocra's body slowly starts to lean forward cocking back and forth one of its eyes never letting the finger leaves it sight as if it is about to dart forward to bite it off. Then you see a ruffle of feathers as the head withdraws and the Aarakocra stands upand follows the group into the room. You swear there was a plate and some utensils in front of the creature but as you look back there is no sign of anything on the table in front of where this creature sat.
Once in the room the Aarakocra introduces himself as Kraven and then hop/jumps over into a corner and sits down on the edge of a couch, its head constantly moving about so the eyes can scan every part of the room. If anyone pays any particular attention to Kraven, you will see every now and then a leather wrapped arm with a leather glove sneak out from under its cloak and grab anything shiny in its vicinity.
Slight of Hand: 22 (Not trying to grab anything of real valve but Kraven can't help himself, especially if he sees something brightly colored. Any thread or colored stones or to be honest if there is the chance a coin is on the edge of the desk, he will attempt to grab it.)
Finally, Zenix spoke up, "So what you are saying is you want us to do stuff for a deranged man and in return, we get to go find Fallen Stars-- Keep in mind, these are rare as hell's moon --and treat them like we just won the lottery?"
A halfling drains his pint ("They come in pints?!?") with surprising swiftness and hops down from his chair. Putting a hand on the corner of the table, he takes a moment to steady himself after hitting the floor.
He's dressed in plain, well-worn leather traveling clothes of mostly browns and tans. Standing almost three and a half feet tall with short, disheveled brown hair sticking up in places, he blinks hard to clear his eyes. He runs a hand over his dirt-smudged face, shoulders his pack, and follows the group into the office. As he walks, he notices the shiny green crystal hanging from a chain around his neck has fallen out of his tunic and dangles as he walks. With his free hand he tucks it back in and pats it through the shirt, seemingly absentmindedly.
Stepping through the door, he ducks elbows and dangling hands to barge his way to the front by the desk. Pushing a pile of papers out of the way so he can see Zarod, he clears his throat.
"Right! Such as the strange one asked." He nods generally toward Zenix, although his aim is a bit off. "We're to speak to some mental magus who allegedly has a lead on a hunk of henge what fell from the firmament? And we'll get paid for that?? You sure we don't have to speak with some sequestered civilization or hunt hides of hideous horrors or pillage perilouspyramids?" He sighs and shrugs. "Sounds dull but I'm bored with naught to do. Do I sign somewhere or some such?"
Dropping his pack at his feet, he turns to regard the group and looks up until he almost topples backward into the desk. "So I'm to travel with you lot for this endeavor, am I? I don't like the look of you but I suppose we can't all be this dashing." He cocks a smile and spins back to Zarod, almost falling over. "Do ya have a utensil for the signing? A quill or some charcoal... A stick and some wine? Lemon juice and a candle? I'll just say here at the jump that if this gets weird and we have to slaughter a goat to write in blood...that's not a deal breaker for me." He slurs this last bit slightly.
"Let's get one thing straight, this is not a mission to go and get the star. He needs someone to go and find something for him. Now everyone in the guild hates doing his jobs, because they are off the wall, like last month he wanted someone to go to a valley to find out why his flowers aren't growing. HE NEVER PLANTED THEM, all the supplies were still there, or on more than one occasion he wants us to go and find something that doesn't really exist, but he pays one way or another, most just find him to be a waste of time and refuse to do his jobs.”
Again please describe what your character looks like.
"Signing the contract is easy." Zarod slides a piece of paper and a quile to the edge of the desk and says, "Blood is not needed."
Zenix simply stood up, shoving the drunkard aside and took the pen to sign, "I've handled worse than Dementiac Astrologists... And by the name of Satan himself, this better not be a flaking up your words because if it is, you'll know why the people of Grayhaven look at me with fear in their eyes..."
Kraven you find nothing of value to take, as you said string, a stone that is a little shinny, on top of the plate and what you had you took one more fork.
Zarod stands to his feet and grabs points to the battle axe behind him, "It's mounted, I've stopped running around because I wanted to, not because I had to. Watch your tone, before you find out why I was voted as Hall Master."
Oh there is much to learn from the elders, even if they are a bit eccentric some times. I'll gladly join and help the old man. Let me see the contract.
The dwarf reads the contract carefully, looking for any catches or potential problems ((If there are some, ignore the next part)). When he is done with reading, he puts it back on the table, picks the quill and carefully signs the contract.
Tordek Glanhig, says he slowly, almost whispering as he writes down his name
"Hrmph! Rude..." the halfling grunts and tries to push the bully back with a comical lack of success. He gives up and glares at the mundane quill. "So we're going with 'boring' from start to finish, are we? At least this bugger should offer some entertainment if his mouth doesn't get him killed." He scribbles something unintelligible with ink splotches getting everywhere and tosses the implement back onto the desk. "So where do we find this Screwball Stargazer? Just aim for the tower and keep walking till our nose hurts?"
Kraven hops down off his perch and then pushes his cloak back revealing a leather clad Aarakocra standing all of 4'10" high with black feathers mixed with white streaks. He moves over to the desk, barely glancing at the words as he signs the contact, pocketing the quill as he moves back to his perch.
Zenix looked at Zarod, showing no sense of fear, but rather a smirk of amusement, "Then I see as the other's will decide the same, the hunts are on. I shall wait outside for you rembrandts to ready yourselves for the journey ahead."
Zenix was youngest of the group (18 in human years), and despite knowing the pain and hardships of the world they lived in, he still wreaked with the insolence of youth.
The halfling jumps with a startled squeak and falls backward to scoot across the floor putting some legs between himself and the sneaky aarakocra.
Pulling himself up on Aubric's robes without taking his eyes off of Kraven he whispers, "What in the what do you suppose that is? I've seen my fair share of peoples and creatures and wonderous sights to behold but that..." He trails off as he finishes getting to his feet and looks up at the wizard's face, seemingly forgetting about the bird-person that just startled him. With a half-glazed expression he reaches up and touches the dwarf's cheek with one small hand. "In all my years I never imagined there to be a chin behind those hereditary whiskers. You are a dwarf, aren't you? What's happened? Who's done this to you?"
Gintarou has to bend his head down when he goes through a gate made for a half orc. The black-haired giant has a height of Goliath and a weight of young horse. His arms are as thick as girl's waist and his thighs look like tree trunks.
Gintarou's tunic torn when he sits down on the couch. "Oh come on!" The warrior lets out a sad sigh. It have been 2 years since Gintarou reached his adulthood. But the young man's body keeps growing up.
Because Zarod called the warrior when he had a late breakfast, Gintarou is still holding a bowl of oat meal in left hand and chopsticks in right hand. A dried fish is dangling from his mouth. The young man eats his meal while listening other adventure's conversation. When he swallows last bite of dried fish, Gintarou speaks.
" I don't know much about this town nor the mages. But the Stargazer is something like a prophet right? Then no problem. All prophet are insane. There was one in my village too. He muttered strange things did strange things, gathering strange things like monkey's paw and wolfsbane. But he was a good old man and well-respected. He gave me dried fruits when I was a kid. I think Cendrail is same. I'll take this job. Beside I don't have much choice. I have just eaten the last of my money" Laughing wildly the warrior put down his bowl and chopsticks. He grabs the quill and signs his me in terrible handwriting.
It is mid morning, the 8 of you are sitting around, some together, others apart taking in being new to ‘The Adventure’s Guild’, “We do enough to not need a special name”. As you are looking around you see veteran members, some more so than others, the bar keep today is Fari, an old Dwarf, his long hair is more salt at this point than pepper, his face has a few scars on his face. His left hand is missing his last two fingers, and is peg legged.
Zarod the old half-orc guild hall master comes out of his office with a young woman wearing robes of a young witch. The human girl walks out of the guild hall, and Zarod looks around the hall, and then yells “You, you, you, ummm you two, you, you and ohhh you, your all new, come on into my real quick.” with each you he points to a different one of you.
You walk into Zarod’s office and he sits leaning back in his chair, behind his desk with paper scattered all over his desk. “We have a contract with Cendrail the Stargazer. Some of you may have heard of him, some of you may have seen his tower, it’s in the Iron Roads. Now working a job for Cendrail is somewhat a right of passage around here, most things he wants are half cocked, and off the wall. He is a little crazy. So most members refuse to take any jobs from him.” Zarod pauses for a moment allowing you all a moment to understand what he has just said. He then sits up and leans forward. “That being said it might be your all’s lucky day. As you surely know there was a falling star a few weeks back, now sense that time there have been rumors of where the star parts fell to. Cendrail claims to have knowledge of how to find the parts to The Fallen Star. So seeing as he did not want to send his assistant Beni with the information he has he wishes to meet with you all first. A norm of Cendrail, and a reason most don’t like taking his jobs.”
Please describe what the other party members see, and is there anything that you wish to do before going to see Cendrail?
Map of Greyhaven
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The guild hall is in Tinkertown.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Zenix only thought to himself first. The Fallen Star was definitely an oracle of something more, and to see the thought of it as just an object sent concern to him. Then again, this would bring adventure to the table...
Zenix was a slightly tanned caucasian, His eyes were red. He was a bit thick. His hair is a long half shaved undercut colored crimson (Example of style: https://gl-images.condecdn.net/image/prG3dokG6YD/crop/405/f/kesha_gl_24aug12_rex_b.jpg ) He wore glasses and had a scar on the left side of his neck.
Don't forger to describe what Zenix looks like.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
((Before entering the office))
In the corner of the room sits a young dwarf (at least in the dwarven-years) with a long black carefully combed beard, with several braids. He is wearing a scale mail, and next to him are leaning against the wall his shield and weapon. Upon a closer inspection, his equipment is of the dwarven quality, yet it seems to be quite old, and it hasn't seen a proper dwarvish maintenance for some time. The suit of armor also seems, as it has been made for someone other than its current owner. On the shield, there are silvery dwarvish runes forming a concentric circles. If you watch the dwarf carefully, you can see he is slightly nervous and sometimes mumbles something for himself. Maybe he is singing to calm himself a bit?
When the half-orc asks him and the others to follow, he picks up his gear and enters the office, listening to what the half-orc has to say.
"Zandeyr," the windworn half-elf introduces himself with a touch to the brow and a nod of his head. His dark blonde hair is pulled back into an unkempt ponytail. There is dirt in his nails. He smiles, revealing teeth that are crooked, but clean. His clothes are another matter. Wrinkled and salt-scrubbed, he appears fresh off a whaling vessel. He is dressed in relaxed fitting woolen pants that are tucked into sturdy, low-heeled walking boots, themselves wrapped in brown leathern spats secured by a series of buckles running up his shins. He wears a simple cotton shirt with lace up neck. Leather armor wraps his sturdy torso. His pants are cinched with a thick leather belt that matches his boot spats. A battered longword is sheathed and secured at his side. A lute is slung over his shoulder.
As the older half orc points to him Aubric stands up rather excitedly. He is an unusual sight, you don't see many dwarves that are clean shaven. He is dressed in robes but wearing a leather tunic with short nubs of a dark metal embedded all over it. He is fairly avg height for a dwarf with short brown/red hair. He is wearing glasses that seem to set in the same place no matter how his head moves. A scabbard rests at his hip, the hilt of a sword with an intricate weave of metal strands forming a guard gives the slightest hint of the blade that rests within. At the pommel sits a blue jewel, the color of the deepest ocean.
As we all enter the room you can see him sneaking glances at his fellow dwarf, but he stays close to the elven folk.
Upon mention of the fallen star he perks up and looks around at the room taking note of the reaction of the others gathered in here.
Sitting at the tables is a small creature that is almost completely covered by a dark cloak, except for the yellow beak that peaks out form under the cowl. Every now and then you will hear the occasional chirp from a bird as the beak quickly rotates back and forth and cocks to the side as the darkness from within the cowl is always staring and looking every which way.
When the guild leader points a finger at the Aarakocra, its head turns instantly in the direction of the fingers, the cowl slipping back over its shoulders. You see the head of a much larger peregrine falcon than you have ever seen. Its jet black eyes following the finger as it waggles in the air. The Aarakocra's body slowly starts to lean forward cocking back and forth one of its eyes never letting the finger leaves it sight as if it is about to dart forward to bite it off. Then you see a ruffle of feathers as the head withdraws and the Aarakocra stands upand follows the group into the room. You swear there was a plate and some utensils in front of the creature but as you look back there is no sign of anything on the table in front of where this creature sat.
Once in the room the Aarakocra introduces himself as Kraven and then hop/jumps over into a corner and sits down on the edge of a couch, its head constantly moving about so the eyes can scan every part of the room. If anyone pays any particular attention to Kraven, you will see every now and then a leather wrapped arm with a leather glove sneak out from under its cloak and grab anything shiny in its vicinity.
Slight of Hand: 22 (Not trying to grab anything of real valve but Kraven can't help himself, especially if he sees something brightly colored. Any thread or colored stones or to be honest if there is the chance a coin is on the edge of the desk, he will attempt to grab it.)
Finally, Zenix spoke up, "So what you are saying is you want us to do stuff for a deranged man and in return, we get to go find Fallen Stars-- Keep in mind, these are rare as hell's moon --and treat them like we just won the lottery?"
A halfling drains his pint ("They come in pints?!?") with surprising swiftness and hops down from his chair. Putting a hand on the corner of the table, he takes a moment to steady himself after hitting the floor.
He's dressed in plain, well-worn leather traveling clothes of mostly browns and tans. Standing almost three and a half feet tall with short, disheveled brown hair sticking up in places, he blinks hard to clear his eyes. He runs a hand over his dirt-smudged face, shoulders his pack, and follows the group into the office. As he walks, he notices the shiny green crystal hanging from a chain around his neck has fallen out of his tunic and dangles as he walks. With his free hand he tucks it back in and pats it through the shirt, seemingly absentmindedly.
Stepping through the door, he ducks elbows and dangling hands to barge his way to the front by the desk. Pushing a pile of papers out of the way so he can see Zarod, he clears his throat.
"Right! Such as the strange one asked." He nods generally toward Zenix, although his aim is a bit off. "We're to speak to some mental magus who allegedly has a lead on a hunk of henge what fell from the firmament? And we'll get paid for that?? You sure we don't have to speak with some sequestered civilization or hunt hides of hideous horrors or pillage perilous pyramids?" He sighs and shrugs. "Sounds dull but I'm bored with naught to do. Do I sign somewhere or some such?"
Dropping his pack at his feet, he turns to regard the group and looks up until he almost topples backward into the desk. "So I'm to travel with you lot for this endeavor, am I? I don't like the look of you but I suppose we can't all be this dashing." He cocks a smile and spins back to Zarod, almost falling over. "Do ya have a utensil for the signing? A quill or some charcoal... A stick and some wine? Lemon juice and a candle? I'll just say here at the jump that if this gets weird and we have to slaughter a goat to write in blood...that's not a deal breaker for me." He slurs this last bit slightly.
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"Let's get one thing straight, this is not a mission to go and get the star. He needs someone to go and find something for him. Now everyone in the guild hates doing his jobs, because they are off the wall, like last month he wanted someone to go to a valley to find out why his flowers aren't growing. HE NEVER PLANTED THEM, all the supplies were still there, or on more than one occasion he wants us to go and find something that doesn't really exist, but he pays one way or another, most just find him to be a waste of time and refuse to do his jobs.”
Again please describe what your character looks like.
"Signing the contract is easy." Zarod slides a piece of paper and a quile to the edge of the desk and says, "Blood is not needed."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Zenix simply stood up, shoving the drunkard aside and took the pen to sign, "I've handled worse than Dementiac Astrologists... And by the name of Satan himself, this better not be a flaking up your words because if it is, you'll know why the people of Grayhaven look at me with fear in their eyes..."
Kraven you find nothing of value to take, as you said string, a stone that is a little shinny, on top of the plate and what you had you took one more fork.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Zarod stands to his feet and grabs points to the battle axe behind him, "It's mounted, I've stopped running around because I wanted to, not because I had to. Watch your tone, before you find out why I was voted as Hall Master."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Oh there is much to learn from the elders, even if they are a bit eccentric some times. I'll gladly join and help the old man. Let me see the contract.
The dwarf reads the contract carefully, looking for any catches or potential problems ((If there are some, ignore the next part)). When he is done with reading, he puts it back on the table, picks the quill and carefully signs the contract.
Tordek Glanhig, says he slowly, almost whispering as he writes down his name
"Hrmph! Rude..." the halfling grunts and tries to push the bully back with a comical lack of success. He gives up and glares at the mundane quill. "So we're going with 'boring' from start to finish, are we? At least this bugger should offer some entertainment if his mouth doesn't get him killed." He scribbles something unintelligible with ink splotches getting everywhere and tosses the implement back onto the desk. "So where do we find this Screwball Stargazer? Just aim for the tower and keep walking till our nose hurts?"
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Neria Tallfellow (Halfling Rogue) - Curse of the Crimson Throne with Ashen_Age
"More or less little one. I am so happy to be sending you two to see Cindrial."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Kraven hops down off his perch and then pushes his cloak back revealing a leather clad Aarakocra standing all of 4'10" high with black feathers mixed with white streaks. He moves over to the desk, barely glancing at the words as he signs the contact, pocketing the quill as he moves back to his perch.
Zenix looked at Zarod, showing no sense of fear, but rather a smirk of amusement, "Then I see as the other's will decide the same, the hunts are on. I shall wait outside for you rembrandts to ready yourselves for the journey ahead."
Zenix was youngest of the group (18 in human years), and despite knowing the pain and hardships of the world they lived in, he still wreaked with the insolence of youth.
The halfling jumps with a startled squeak and falls backward to scoot across the floor putting some legs between himself and the sneaky aarakocra.
Pulling himself up on Aubric's robes without taking his eyes off of Kraven he whispers, "What in the what do you suppose that is? I've seen my fair share of peoples and creatures and wonderous sights to behold but that..." He trails off as he finishes getting to his feet and looks up at the wizard's face, seemingly forgetting about the bird-person that just startled him. With a half-glazed expression he reaches up and touches the dwarf's cheek with one small hand. "In all my years I never imagined there to be a chin behind those hereditary whiskers. You are a dwarf, aren't you? What's happened? Who's done this to you?"
Characters currently being ruined on this forum:
Neria Tallfellow (Halfling Rogue) - Curse of the Crimson Throne with Ashen_Age
Gintarou has to bend his head down when he goes through a gate made for a half orc. The black-haired giant has a height of Goliath and a weight of young horse. His arms are as thick as girl's waist and his thighs look like tree trunks.
Gintarou's tunic torn when he sits down on the couch. "Oh come on!" The warrior lets out a sad sigh. It have been 2 years since Gintarou reached his adulthood. But the young man's body keeps growing up.
Because Zarod called the warrior when he had a late breakfast, Gintarou is still holding a bowl of oat meal in left hand and chopsticks in right hand. A dried fish is dangling from his mouth. The young man eats his meal while listening other adventure's conversation. When he swallows last bite of dried fish, Gintarou speaks.
" I don't know much about this town nor the mages. But the Stargazer is something like a prophet right? Then no problem. All prophet are insane. There was one in my village too. He muttered strange things did strange things, gathering strange things like monkey's paw and wolfsbane. But he was a good old man and well-respected. He gave me dried fruits when I was a kid. I think Cendrail is same. I'll take this job. Beside I don't have much choice. I have just eaten the last of my money" Laughing wildly the warrior put down his bowl and chopsticks. He grabs the quill and signs his me in terrible handwriting.