Far north in the lands of the Forgotten Realms lies the City of Skilled Hands. A place for craftsmen of all kind and creed. A literal melting pot of the world at large. Built upon a river which flowed from mount Hotenow, home of the fire elementals that feeds all the surrounding lands. A city that stands in defiance of the elements.
Neverwinter, the Jewel of the North.
Neverwinter is a friendly city of craftsmen, who trade extensively via the great merchants of Waterdeep; their water-clocks and multi-hued lamps can be found throughout the Realms. Neverwinter gained its name from the skill of its gardeners, who contrived to keep flowers blooming throughout the months of snow -- a practice they continue with pride.
-Elminster Aumar
Among the bustling streets lay all manner of folk. All are drawn to Neverwinter for various reasons. Among the smells and sounds a lone dwarf posts a single piece of paper for all to see. The paper is a standard work order advertising for need of hired help.
"To all adventurers and would be thrill seekers of the city of neverwinter. I, Gundren Rockseeker, am in search of all men and women of sound mind and body to join and protect my caravan to the town of Phandalin. The caravan will consist of multiple groups escorting supplies to the company at Phandalin settlement. All are welcome from spell casters to sword slingers. Payment to be discussed upon interview, however, a downpayment of Ten Gold pieces each to all participants will be paid up front. All applicants speak with Sildar Hallwinter about placements."
In the midst of the chaos and comfort of the city three unrelated women take notice.
Interesting.. ten gold pieces as a down payment to escort some supplies. Must be important if they are looking for protectors. A small half elf women thought to herself as she read the ad. She had her hood up to try to avoid any unnecessary looks from those who have never seen an elf before. Granted she was only half elf but she was an elf all the same. She was in need of some work to replenish some of her money supply that had been spent at the tavern the night before. The half elf knew if she needed or wanted something she would have to get it for herself. It's something she was used to as she's been by herself for quite awhile now.
Sariel Glimmergaunt is a short female with lilac eyes and shoulder length pale blonde hair and (obliviously) pointy ears. She carries two daggers on her hips more for self defense and general use than offense. She's a sorcerer who has been trying to learn how to control her magic. She wears mostly black with a dark blue shirt and black vest.
Slidar Hallwinter huh? I need to ask around and see if anyone knows where I can find him.
Sariel examined the work order and found an application address. After asking around, she managed to locate the company guild hall funding the expedition. She was greeted by the dwarvish clerk at the fron desk. A particularly stout fellow who looked over the young, hooded half elf and finally said to her.
Welcome Lass. We don’t get many halflings but your welcome to join either way. Your quite tall for a halfling though, you been blessed.
Sariel was taken aback at first by the cheerful singing way in which the dwarf spoke and the fact that she was called a halfling. She took her hood down to reveal to the dwarf that she was not a halfling but an elf instead.
I couldn't help but notice you said "either way". Is my height an issue? I would rather not waste my time or anyone else's if that is the case. Sariel asked in a confused manner.
Sariel was taken aback at first by the cheerful singing way in which the dwarf spoke and the fact that she was called a halfling. She took her hood down to reveal to the dwarf that she was not a halfling but an elf instead.
I couldn't help but notice you said "either way". Is my height an issue? I would rather not waste my time or anyone else's if that is the case. Sariel asked in a confused manner.
“My apologies Lass. I didn’t see that you were an Elf. Bit short for an elf are you? Your just fine for the job. But Neverwinter doesn’t draw too many halflings. What are you doing skulking about with a hood on your head in such fine weather for? You planning on sneaking off somewhere?”
The dwarf smirked mischievously as he made his joke. Visibly amused by her flushed suprised. Though he harbored no ill will in his statements.
"I got my height from my mother. I'm guessing so did you." She gave him a gentle yet sarcastic smile. "I'm looking for Slider Hallwinter about the advertisement that was posted for hired help."
Sariel wasn't terribly interested in telling the dwarf why she was in Neverwinter but she didn't want to ruin her chance at getting in on this work so she mustered her best smile. Even if she had a laugh at her own joke.
"I got my height from my mother. I'm guessing so did you." She gave him a gentle yet sarcastic smile. "I'm looking for Slider Hallwinter about the advertisement that was posted for hired help."
Sariel wasn't terribly interested in telling the dwarf why she was in Neverwinter but she didn't want to ruin her chance at getting in on this work so she mustered her best smile. Even if she had a laugh at her own joke.
“Ha! An elf with blades for a tongue. I like you already. Well I ain’t never met no ‘Slider’ here before. But SIL-DAR is down this hall. Follow me Lass eh. I take it you are here for Gundren’s little fancy?”
Motmet's crest stands up a bit with enthusiasm. Having just left her community and family for the first time, this is just what she is looking for. Although, the external stimuli of Neverwinter has proven to be quite overwhelming for the recently-matured aarakocra.
"Ten gold pieces to escort a caravan? Perhaps I should speak with this Sildar. They may need all the help they can get with the supplies, besides I'm going to need to find work and this seems like a good starting point." A human woman thought to herself after she read the ad. The lady was a recent graduate of Neverwinter Academy, a local college that specialized in magic and combat. Like many college graduates, she needed money to pay her bills and live a comfortable lifestyle.
Naomi Morningdraft is a fair skinned, green eyed, auburn haired woman. Her hair is styled in a wavy bob and is tied with pins and a headband. She is wearing a floral scarf around her neck and she is wearing simple jewelry. She is very passionate about learning about the world around her and as such she carries around a notebook in her bag so she can make detailed sketches and notes on what she observes. She also has a letter from a deceased colleague which poses a question which Naomi seeks an answer for.
Motmet's crest stands up a bit with enthusiasm. Having just left her community and family for the first time, this is just what she is looking for. Although, the external stimuli of Neverwinter has proven to be quite overwhelming for the recently-matured aarakocra.
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"Ten gold pieces to escort a caravan? Perhaps I should speak with this Sildar. They may need all the help they can get with the supplies, besides I'm going to need to find work and this seems like a good starting point." A human woman thought to herself after she read the ad. The lady was a recent graduate of Neverwinter Academy, a local college that specialized in magic and combat. Like many college graduates, she needed money to pay her bills and live a comfortable lifestyle.
Naomi Morningdraft is a fair skinned, green eyed, auburn haired woman. Her hair is styled in a wavy bob and is tied with pins and a headband. She is wearing a floral scarf around her neck and she is wearing simple jewelry. She is very passionate about learning about the world around her and as such she carries around a notebook in her bag so she can make detailed sketches and notes on what she observes. She also has a letter from a deceased colleague which poses a question which Naomi seeks an answer for.
"Where does it say that I need to go and apply?"
Both women stare at the work order lost in thought. After discovering the address of the of the company guild hall, both women eventually noticed each other. The two introduce themselves to each other and make plans to go together.
-Later-
As the two cross the threshold they notice a Stout dwarf with black hair conversing with, what appeared to be a Halfling at a distance. The Dwarf notices the two of them and invites them over.
"Ah, more applicants! Who are you here to see ladies?"
Motmet's crest stands up a bit with enthusiasm. Having just left her community and family for the first time, this is just what she is looking for. Although, the external stimuli of Neverwinter has proven to be quite overwhelming for the recently-matured aarakocra.
SleepyToucans
"Ten gold pieces to escort a caravan? Perhaps I should speak with this Sildar. They may need all the help they can get with the supplies, besides I'm going to need to find work and this seems like a good starting point." A human woman thought to herself after she read the ad. The lady was a recent graduate of Neverwinter Academy, a local college that specialized in magic and combat. Like many college graduates, she needed money to pay her bills and live a comfortable lifestyle.
Naomi Morningdraft is a fair skinned, green eyed, auburn haired woman. Her hair is styled in a wavy bob and is tied with pins and a headband. She is wearing a floral scarf around her neck and she is wearing simple jewelry. She is very passionate about learning about the world around her and as such she carries around a notebook in her bag so she can make detailed sketches and notes on what she observes. She also has a letter from a deceased colleague which poses a question which Naomi seeks an answer for.
"Where does it say that I need to go and apply?"
Both women stare at the work order lost in thought. After discovering the address of the of the company guild hall, both women eventually noticed each other. The two introduce themselves to each other and make plans to go together.
-Later-
As the two cross the threshold they notice a Stout dwarf with black hair conversing with, what appeared to be a Halfling at a distance. The Dwarf notices the two of them and invites them over.
"Ah, more applicants! Who are you here to see ladies?"
Hi! We're here to see someone named Sildar. Do you know where we can find him?
The dwarf told the three ladies to wait here and get to know eachother while he fetched Sildar. As he walked down the hall, the first of many conversations began between the heroines
Well this is interesting... A bird creature and a human together..
"So how did you two meet? You certainly seem like an unlikely duo. My name is Sariel Gimmergaunt. What are your names? We may be working together after all."
Sariel starts to walk around in circles waiting on the drawf to come back.
What interested you two in this job? Oh. I should also mention that I am not a halfling. I am an elf. Half elf actually. The dwarf mistook me for a halfling earlier because of my height.. I got my height from my mother.
Motmet remains silent for a moment, transfixed her surroundings. There is just so much to take in. The sights and smells are overwhelming. Desperately trying to join in on the conversation taking place between the other two women she blurts out,
"Well met!"
Although, she isn't quite sure where they are in their conversation.
Sariel looks at Motmet with a slightly concerned look. Are you all right Motmet? Do you go by a nickname? We are just making small talk for now until the dwarf comes back for us.
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Far north in the lands of the Forgotten Realms lies the City of Skilled Hands. A place for craftsmen of all kind and creed. A literal melting pot of the world at large. Built upon a river which flowed from mount Hotenow, home of the fire elementals that feeds all the surrounding lands. A city that stands in defiance of the elements.
Neverwinter, the Jewel of the North.
Neverwinter is a friendly city of craftsmen, who trade extensively via the great merchants of Waterdeep; their water-clocks and multi-hued lamps can be found throughout the Realms. Neverwinter gained its name from the skill of its gardeners, who contrived to keep flowers blooming throughout the months of snow -- a practice they continue with pride.
-Elminster Aumar
Among the bustling streets lay all manner of folk. All are drawn to Neverwinter for various reasons. Among the smells and sounds a lone dwarf posts a single piece of paper for all to see. The paper is a standard work order advertising for need of hired help.
"To all adventurers and would be thrill seekers of the city of neverwinter. I, Gundren Rockseeker, am in search of all men and women of sound mind and body to join and protect my caravan to the town of Phandalin. The caravan will consist of multiple groups escorting supplies to the company at Phandalin settlement. All are welcome from spell casters to sword slingers. Payment to be discussed upon interview, however, a downpayment of Ten Gold pieces each to all participants will be paid up front. All applicants speak with Sildar Hallwinter about placements."
In the midst of the chaos and comfort of the city three unrelated women take notice.
Interesting.. ten gold pieces as a down payment to escort some supplies. Must be important if they are looking for protectors. A small half elf women thought to herself as she read the ad. She had her hood up to try to avoid any unnecessary looks from those who have never seen an elf before. Granted she was only half elf but she was an elf all the same. She was in need of some work to replenish some of her money supply that had been spent at the tavern the night before. The half elf knew if she needed or wanted something she would have to get it for herself. It's something she was used to as she's been by herself for quite awhile now.
Sariel Glimmergaunt is a short female with lilac eyes and shoulder length pale blonde hair and (obliviously) pointy ears. She carries two daggers on her hips more for self defense and general use than offense. She's a sorcerer who has been trying to learn how to control her magic. She wears mostly black with a dark blue shirt and black vest.
Slidar Hallwinter huh? I need to ask around and see if anyone knows where I can find him.
Sariel examined the work order and found an application address. After asking around, she managed to locate the company guild hall funding the expedition. She was greeted by the dwarvish clerk at the fron desk. A particularly stout fellow who looked over the young, hooded half elf and finally said to her.
Welcome Lass. We don’t get many halflings but your welcome to join either way. Your quite tall for a halfling though, you been blessed.
He said in a jovial sounding baritone.
Sariel was taken aback at first by the cheerful singing way in which the dwarf spoke and the fact that she was called a halfling. She took her hood down to reveal to the dwarf that she was not a halfling but an elf instead.
I couldn't help but notice you said "either way". Is my height an issue? I would rather not waste my time or anyone else's if that is the case. Sariel asked in a confused manner.
"I got my height from my mother. I'm guessing so did you." She gave him a gentle yet sarcastic smile. "I'm looking for Slider Hallwinter about the advertisement that was posted for hired help."
Sariel wasn't terribly interested in telling the dwarf why she was in Neverwinter but she didn't want to ruin her chance at getting in on this work so she mustered her best smile. Even if she had a laugh at her own joke.
Did Sariel really read the name wrong?! Oops! Guess she was too interested in the whys of the job.
"Thanks. And yes that is exactly what I am here for." she told the dwarf and she followed him down the hall.
"An adventure! How exciting!"
Motmet's crest stands up a bit with enthusiasm. Having just left her community and family for the first time, this is just what she is looking for. Although, the external stimuli of Neverwinter has proven to be quite overwhelming for the recently-matured aarakocra.
"Ten gold pieces to escort a caravan? Perhaps I should speak with this Sildar. They may need all the help they can get with the supplies, besides I'm going to need to find work and this seems like a good starting point." A human woman thought to herself after she read the ad. The lady was a recent graduate of Neverwinter Academy, a local college that specialized in magic and combat. Like many college graduates, she needed money to pay her bills and live a comfortable lifestyle.
Naomi Morningdraft is a fair skinned, green eyed, auburn haired woman. Her hair is styled in a wavy bob and is tied with pins and a headband. She is wearing a floral scarf around her neck and she is wearing simple jewelry. She is very passionate about learning about the world around her and as such she carries around a notebook in her bag so she can make detailed sketches and notes on what she observes. She also has a letter from a deceased colleague which poses a question which Naomi seeks an answer for.
"Where does it say that I need to go and apply?"
The dwarf told the three ladies to wait here and get to know eachother while he fetched Sildar. As he walked down the hall, the first of many conversations began between the heroines
Well this is interesting... A bird creature and a human together..
"So how did you two meet? You certainly seem like an unlikely duo. My name is Sariel Gimmergaunt. What are your names? We may be working together after all."
I'm Naomi Morningdraft, and this is Motmet. We actually just met when we both decided to apply for the same job.
Nice to meet you Naomi. Motmet. That's a lovely scarf you are wearing Naomi. Where did you get it?
Sariel takes out a strap of string out of her pack to tie her hair up so it's out of her face.
I got this scarf at at a place called Tera's Garden, it's this little boutique that's near my old dorm. They got a lot of really cute stuff there.
Very nice
Sariel starts to walk around in circles waiting on the drawf to come back.
What interested you two in this job? Oh. I should also mention that I am not a halfling. I am an elf. Half elf actually. The dwarf mistook me for a halfling earlier because of my height.. I got my height from my mother.
Motmet remains silent for a moment, transfixed her surroundings. There is just so much to take in. The sights and smells are overwhelming. Desperately trying to join in on the conversation taking place between the other two women she blurts out,
"Well met!"
Although, she isn't quite sure where they are in their conversation.
Sariel looks at Motmet with a slightly concerned look. Are you all right Motmet? Do you go by a nickname? We are just making small talk for now until the dwarf comes back for us.