Nyroft is a vast and untamed continent. The rocky landscape comprises towering cliffs, snow-capped mountains and rugged forests. Deep valleys cut through the wild landscape, where dark, raging rivers spill down from the heights to form pools of water in the gorges below, and vast herds of wild beasts roam the majestic plains. The weather is capricious, with violent storms raging over the rugged terrain. Icy winds howl across the mountains and icy peaks, bringing sudden gusts of fog and copious snowfalls that blanket the ground in white.
But it is not just the natural beauty that attracts the attention of families living on the mainland, it is the immense wealth and treasures found in the land that make the place so appetising. Nyroft is a fertile region, full of precious metals, gems and stones.
You belong to an escort group charged with protecting the goods of a caravan of dwarven jewellers. With your contract fulfilled and some money in your pocket, you now have to decide what to do next. Fortunately, you find yourself in the warmth of a fire in the local inn. The place is crowded; the air filled with a comforting scent of burning wood. At one table you can see a bunch of old men playing dice, at another a lone woman blowing on a cup effusively. A child or two scampering around the room, filling it with smiles and life.
Seated with your companions at the table and a good drink at hand, you talk about the future...
Secrefool: Jayla, the female half elf at the table has just cast prestidigitation to get some musical tones in the background while they talk about what they are going to do next. She sips her drink, while listening to the others at first.
Queen: Zenrini regards their table companions with a smile. Playing with a small braid in their hair "Any ideas on what to do next?" They ask. Before taking a sip of their drink before sighing "I always hate this part." They sigh "Waiting."
Scourge: Nephrias, the tiefling, takes a small sip of his drink, looking around the tavern he sighs "indeed, i hate to be stuck in one place waiting for something to show up. maybe check the mission board? i heard some taverns have this, a board full of requests from villagers to adventurers."
Queen: Zefrini looks around "Do you see one anywhere?" She asks in between sips of her drink.
Jayla starts singing with the help of a few notes on her instrument. The sound of the music is haunting and beautiful. The notes of the song are tinged with sadness and loss, and the haunting melody leaves the audience spellbound. It takes some time for the words to sink in and for the listeners to get the full meaning, but they soon connect with the feelings, and soon are singing along with the song. Grief gives way to joy, and the tavern bursts into a joyous chorus as they join the song.
Zefrini and Nephrias crane their necks and look around for a notice board or a lumber board with available contracts, something to get them out of what some would say was a sorry situation, as they were far from home and unemployed. But amidst the revelry of the party that the half elf has started, they can barely move from the table, as people have started dancing all over the room.
The idyllic situation was interrupted by the door bursting open, letting in an icy breeze from the street that blew out a few candles, I won't deny it. A hooded man with snow all over his body entered with the help of a dwarf woman who gave him her seat and, apparently, went to fetch him a hot drink, for the poor wretch was shivering with cold.
Jayla, the female half elf at the table has just cast prestidigation to get some musical tones in the background while they talk about what they are going to do next. She sips her drink, while listening to the others at first.
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Zenrini regards their table companions with a smile. Playing with a small braid in their hair "Any ideas on what to do next?" They ask. Before taking a sip of their drink before sighing "I always hate this part." They sigh "Waiting."
Nephrias, the tiefling, takes a small sip of his drink, looking around the tavern he sighs "indeed, i hate to be stuck in one place waiting for something to show up. maybe check the mission board? i heard some taverns have this, a board full of requests from villagers to adventurers."
Jayla starts singing with the help of a few notes on her instrument. The sound of the music is haunting and beautiful. The notes of the song are tinged with sadness and loss, and the haunting melody leaves the audience spellbound. It takes some time for the words to sink in and for the listeners to get the full meaning, but they soon connect with the feelings, and soon are singing along with the song. Grief gives way to joy, and the tavern bursts into a joyous chorus as they join the song.
Zefrini and Nephrias crane their necks and look around for a notice board or a lumber board with available contracts, something to get them out of what some would say was a sorry situation, as they were far from home and unemployed. But amidst the revelry of the party that the half elf has started, they can barely move from the table, as people have started dancing all over the room.
The idyllic situation was interrupted by the door bursting open, letting in an icy breeze from the street that blew out a few candles, I won't deny it. A hooded man with snow all over his body entered with the help of a dwarf woman who gave him her seat and, apparently, went to fetch him a hot drink, for the poor wretch was shivering with cold.
Zefrini jumps out of their seat at the sudden opening of the door. They observe the scene carefully. Unsure of what to make of the man who had just entered. They turn to their companions "Should we go see what that is about or check the board for contracts?" Their voice just loud enough to be heard. Zefrini's tail is swishing back and forth rather quickly.
nephrias looks at the direction of the two figures, feeling a strange sensation about these two. he calmly rises from his chair, turning to zefrini "i smell adventure, i guess it woudn't hurt helping someone that looks like it was attacked by a ice dragon"
Zefrini nods "Seems like it." They turn to Jayla "What do you think?" Their hands on their hips. Positioning themself so that their back is to the hooded man "Maybe he has more to offer than the Inn's board?" Their tail swishing has slowed slightly.
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Chapter 1: Of dwarves and jewellery
Nyroft is a vast and untamed continent. The rocky landscape comprises towering cliffs, snow-capped mountains and rugged forests. Deep valleys cut through the wild landscape, where dark, raging rivers spill down from the heights to form pools of water in the gorges below, and vast herds of wild beasts roam the majestic plains. The weather is capricious, with violent storms raging over the rugged terrain. Icy winds howl across the mountains and icy peaks, bringing sudden gusts of fog and copious snowfalls that blanket the ground in white.
But it is not just the natural beauty that attracts the attention of families living on the mainland, it is the immense wealth and treasures found in the land that make the place so appetising. Nyroft is a fertile region, full of precious metals, gems and stones.
You belong to an escort group charged with protecting the goods of a caravan of dwarven jewellers. With your contract fulfilled and some money in your pocket, you now have to decide what to do next. Fortunately, you find yourself in the warmth of a fire in the local inn. The place is crowded; the air filled with a comforting scent of burning wood. At one table you can see a bunch of old men playing dice, at another a lone woman blowing on a cup effusively. A child or two scampering around the room, filling it with smiles and life.
Seated with your companions at the table and a good drink at hand, you talk about the future...
Jayla, the female half elf at the table has just cast prestidigation to get some musical tones in the background while they talk about what they are going to do next. She sips her drink, while listening to the others at first.
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Zenrini regards their table companions with a smile. Playing with a small braid in their hair "Any ideas on what to do next?" They ask. Before taking a sip of their drink before sighing "I always hate this part." They sigh "Waiting."
Nephrias, the tiefling, takes a small sip of his drink, looking around the tavern he sighs "indeed, i hate to be stuck in one place waiting for something to show up. maybe check the mission board? i heard some taverns have this, a board full of requests from villagers to adventurers."
Zefrini looks around "Do you see one anywhere?" She asks in between sips of her drink. (Do I roll for perception?)
roll for perception, please
( i'l also roll, just in case, by the way, we're level 1 right?
Perception: 16
(Just for future reference how to I roll for checks with the dice on this website)
I understood that but which option, there is three?
Perception: 17
(If it comes up saying its tampered its because I edited it to add "Perception:)
Zefrini jumps out of their seat at the sudden opening of the door. They observe the scene carefully. Unsure of what to make of the man who had just entered. They turn to their companions "Should we go see what that is about or check the board for contracts?" Their voice just loud enough to be heard. Zefrini's tail is swishing back and forth rather quickly.
nephrias looks at the direction of the two figures, feeling a strange sensation about these two. he calmly rises from his chair, turning to zefrini "i smell adventure, i guess it woudn't hurt helping someone that looks like it was attacked by a ice dragon"
Zefrini nods "Seems like it." They turn to Jayla "What do you think?" Their hands on their hips. Positioning themself so that their back is to the hooded man "Maybe he has more to offer than the Inn's board?" Their tail swishing has slowed slightly.
"Well, any adventure is a good adventure, right?" Jayla says after completing her song and before continuing onto the next one
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
Zefrini nods "Well, let's go then." they begin to walk over to where the hooded man was seated.
Ok, what do you do?
Zefrini approahces the man carefully. Attempting not to startle him.
(Should I roll for stealth?)
No
(OK)