In the letter you received from an old party member, Wellri Gardell, a halfling man who always brought a smile to your faces, you travel to the town of Dusson. Dusson is a small city with walls all around it, to prevent any of the children to venture into the Withering Forest. As each of you arrives at the meeting spot right outside the local tavern called The Tiny Jester, please describe what your character looks like, along with how they react to seeing the rest of the party.
Hopping off the wagon he hitched a ride on Baerdin or Bear as his friends call him thanks the driver passing him a silver coin for the ride-a-long. Dressed in full chainmail armor his pack thrown over his back with shield and cross bow strapped down to it his grand war hammer at his side he looks very clunky carrying so much but walks as it it all weights nothing. The clinking and clanging can be heard from pretty far away as he approaches the Tiny Jester. His black bushy bear and storm grey eyes keep most onlookers at bay even though he hardly clears four feet tall. Keeping his eyes moving he hunts the others that are supposed to be here and if he doesn’t find em he’ll beeline in to the tavern and orders four ales that he totes back out front to pass on when they arrive…….if he doesn’t drink them all first.
As you enter the Tavern you are greeted by joyful music and the smell of strong ale. People of all different races are dancing and drinking. At the bar you see a familiar little friend sipping out of a mug much too large for his size.
Callon arrived to the Tiny Jester a few hours before Baerdin after a long travel. But that did not matter to him, because not soon after he entered he had a large group of people around him while he was telling a story.
"And then I said to him: You didn't sleep in the inn with the woman you were flirting all night, you slept in the barn hugging a pig like a pillow!" finished the half elf with a chuckle before eveyone around him started laughing. When the dwarf enters making all that noise classic to all clerics, Callon looked at the door and recognised him and excused himself to everyone around him before walking towards Baerdin.
"Hey Bear! Long time no see. You really haven't changed a bit, you are as loud as ever with your armor. Are you using your hammer as a walkingstick? Because with how your backpack looks, you definitely need one." Said the half elf with a smile that hidd his amber eyes before hugging the dwarf out of nowhere, leaving his long light brown hair tied in a ponytail resting in the dwarf's head.
"It really is good to see you my friend." added in an honest voice before letting go of Baerdin.
In a loud booming voice i bark out “There ya are! Wellir! How’ve ya been man!” Making my way over ignoring all the protest of loud noises and bums i beeline over to him. “Hallo Callon been a long while! Walking stick nonsense these old legs o mine hav carried three time the weight o what I got on now. Now now leave a dwarf be you start kissen huggin all over me and people will get the wrong idea! Even though he protest he dose hug back clapping on the shoulder when Callon beens down. “So lad how the ale and why in the name of Moradins beard are we out here….any clue?
(OOC: well.... I did not see Baz's post before posting mine. We could make that Callon was the first to arrive, then Wellri and finally Baerdin, but Callon didn't hear Wellri and after noticing Baerdin he aproached him)
Realising that Wellri was sitting next to Baerdin, Callon shows a surprised face. "Wellri! How did I miss you were here? How have you been you little rascal?" asked while messing up his hair.
(OOC: if Wellri is bald, then Callon just he scraped his head with the palm of his hand)
“So lad how the ale and why in the name of Moradins beard are we out here….any clue?
"Yeah. Receiving your letter was a surprise, a welcome one, but still a surprise. It has been long since we were together, so you didn't brought us here just because you missed us. What is the problem?" asked curious.
‘‘I think it’s best I only explain this once’’ Welri says seeming checked out. Welri stands at 3’7 and carries a small cross bow and two daggers. He has light brown hair that he keeps short and has green eyes. ‘‘I have missed you all very much but, I have uncovered something about the Withering Forest, and it is my belief that only the 5 of us can stop it.’’ he says sipping his ale.
Kasimir walks into the tavern with a small white flower in his short black hair. He wears scale male, but its quiet as he moves. His short swords are strapped to his lower back. Seeing his friends again brings him a smile. Suddenly he puts out his hand to stop a patron. Swiftly he scoops up a small brown and white mouse right in the path of the patron. The mouse crawls into Kasimir's pack. "Well met friends. Now what is this about Welri"
Welri looks up at Kasimir ‘‘Sit down old friend, I only want to explain this once so we will wait for Kristyl.’’ he motions for you to sit next to him and the others.
Kristyl, usually late, but never too late, arrives precisely when she meant to. She notices that everyone has already made their way into the tavern and follows suit. As she enters, she looks around to spot them, and when she spots the obnoxious story telling of Callon, she approaches from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey there... Getting the party started without me? That's rude..." Behind you stands a Female Drow, standing at a fairly tall 6'4, she has a thin figure, but that's not for lack of muscle, as attached to her back is a Greataxe. Her thinner silver hair frames her smooth face, her pale skin standing out amongst the crowd. Her milky white eyes dart from mug to mug and looks for her own. "Did you get a girl a drink? Or am I meant to buy my own?"
‘‘Hello Kristyl, please have a sit so I can explain everything before this fool right here’’ he pats bear on the back ‘‘gets too drunk to remember anything’’ All of you notice that Wellri seems extremely nervous.
Kristyl finds a seat and slides the chair out, making an audible scraping as he does so. She removes her Greataxe and leans it against the table to hear what it is her old friend had to say. She reaches for an ale next to her, regardless of who's it is, taking a sip from it. The Greataxe is new since you all last saw her last. It is made of solid steel with inlets of magma that appears like it's moving.
‘‘Alright, now that were all here I have some explaining to do. As all of you know I have been doing research into the Withering Forest for quite some time now and it would seem I have made a horrifying discovery. The forest is not of this world, it was transported here from a realm I have never heard of, called Árnyék leesett. In common this means the Shadowfell. (OOC the only other planes of existence that are currently known to anyone are the celestial plane and the 9 hells) It was transported here by the First Coven, the oldest coven of hags to exist. At the center of the forest is a portal to the Shadowfell, which is currently dormant. However if it were to be activated all sorts of monsters could come through and any hope of stopping the hags from ruling this world would be over. Now I also found this’’ he places a massive ancient text onto the table ‘‘This book mentions several things about the First Coven, one that are not entirely immortal, and more importantly two we can destroy the source of all the hags magic. There is a massive crystalline statue in the center of the Shadowfell that, if shattered, would render the hags powerless. We need to get into the Shadowfell and destroy that statue before the First Coven make contact with the other hags about the portal.’’ You all notice that as Wellri has been talking he keeps nervously glancing at someone in the crowd.
Baerdin having halted his drinking looks to Wellri seriously “You’ve got to be pullen me leg lad is that true…..you should alert every army within 100miles how on earth is our small band supposed to pull that off? Nd stop figeten your gonna get me eye twitchen if ya keep that up.”
"Come on Baerdin, you have to have more faith in our 'Small band' than that. I for one, would love the chance to see if I could smash that statue... You said in the center of the Shadowfell? That would require us going through it right? Do you know if we'd be able to return if the statue is broken? It would be a shame if I couldn't drink another ale because we couldn't get back.." Kristyl asks, but when she realizes he keeps darting his eyes, she perks up, getting close to Wellri, whispering over to him. "Who you looking at? Need me to beat them up?"
He describes to you this monster. ‘‘Those things are all over that forest, no army stands a chance, thats why it needs to be us, a small group who can avoid those things.’’
In the letter you received from an old party member, Wellri Gardell, a halfling man who always brought a smile to your faces, you travel to the town of Dusson. Dusson is a small city with walls all around it, to prevent any of the children to venture into the Withering Forest. As each of you arrives at the meeting spot right outside the local tavern called The Tiny Jester, please describe what your character looks like, along with how they react to seeing the rest of the party.
Hopping off the wagon he hitched a ride on Baerdin or Bear as his friends call him thanks the driver passing him a silver coin for the ride-a-long. Dressed in full chainmail armor his pack thrown over his back with shield and cross bow strapped down to it his grand war hammer at his side he looks very clunky carrying so much but walks as it it all weights nothing. The clinking and clanging can be heard from pretty far away as he approaches the Tiny Jester. His black bushy bear and storm grey eyes keep most onlookers at bay even though he hardly clears four feet tall. Keeping his eyes moving he hunts the others that are supposed to be here and if he doesn’t find em he’ll beeline in to the tavern and orders four ales that he totes back out front to pass on when they arrive…….if he doesn’t drink them all first.
As you enter the Tavern you are greeted by joyful music and the smell of strong ale. People of all different races are dancing and drinking. At the bar you see a familiar little friend sipping out of a mug much too large for his size.
Callon arrived to the Tiny Jester a few hours before Baerdin after a long travel. But that did not matter to him, because not soon after he entered he had a large group of people around him while he was telling a story.
"And then I said to him: You didn't sleep in the inn with the woman you were flirting all night, you slept in the barn hugging a pig like a pillow!" finished the half elf with a chuckle before eveyone around him started laughing. When the dwarf enters making all that noise classic to all clerics, Callon looked at the door and recognised him and excused himself to everyone around him before walking towards Baerdin.
"Hey Bear! Long time no see. You really haven't changed a bit, you are as loud as ever with your armor. Are you using your hammer as a walkingstick? Because with how your backpack looks, you definitely need one." Said the half elf with a smile that hidd his amber eyes before hugging the dwarf out of nowhere, leaving his long light brown hair tied in a ponytail resting in the dwarf's head.
"It really is good to see you my friend." added in an honest voice before letting go of Baerdin.
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
In a loud booming voice i bark out “There ya are! Wellir! How’ve ya been man!” Making my way over ignoring all the protest of loud noises and bums i beeline over to him. “Hallo Callon been a long while! Walking stick nonsense these old legs o mine hav carried three time the weight o what I got on now. Now now leave a dwarf be you start kissen huggin all over me and people will get the wrong idea! Even though he protest he dose hug back clapping on the shoulder when Callon beens down. “So lad how the ale and why in the name of Moradins beard are we out here….any clue?
(OOC: well.... I did not see Baz's post before posting mine. We could make that Callon was the first to arrive, then Wellri and finally Baerdin, but Callon didn't hear Wellri and after noticing Baerdin he aproached him)
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
(Thats fine😂)
Realising that Wellri was sitting next to Baerdin, Callon shows a surprised face. "Wellri! How did I miss you were here? How have you been you little rascal?" asked while messing up his hair.
(OOC: if Wellri is bald, then Callon just he scraped his head with the palm of his hand)
"Yeah. Receiving your letter was a surprise, a welcome one, but still a surprise. It has been long since we were together, so you didn't brought us here just because you missed us. What is the problem?" asked curious.
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
‘‘I think it’s best I only explain this once’’ Welri says seeming checked out. Welri stands at 3’7 and carries a small cross bow and two daggers. He has light brown hair that he keeps short and has green eyes. ‘‘I have missed you all very much but, I have uncovered something about the Withering Forest, and it is my belief that only the 5 of us can stop it.’’ he says sipping his ale.
Kasimir walks into the tavern with a small white flower in his short black hair. He wears scale male, but its quiet as he moves. His short swords are strapped to his lower back. Seeing his friends again brings him a smile. Suddenly he puts out his hand to stop a patron. Swiftly he scoops up a small brown and white mouse right in the path of the patron. The mouse crawls into Kasimir's pack. "Well met friends. Now what is this about Welri"
Welri looks up at Kasimir ‘‘Sit down old friend, I only want to explain this once so we will wait for Kristyl.’’ he motions for you to sit next to him and the others.
Kristyl, usually late, but never too late, arrives precisely when she meant to. She notices that everyone has already made their way into the tavern and follows suit. As she enters, she looks around to spot them, and when she spots the obnoxious story telling of Callon, she approaches from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey there... Getting the party started without me? That's rude..." Behind you stands a Female Drow, standing at a fairly tall 6'4, she has a thin figure, but that's not for lack of muscle, as attached to her back is a Greataxe. Her thinner silver hair frames her smooth face, her pale skin standing out amongst the crowd. Her milky white eyes dart from mug to mug and looks for her own. "Did you get a girl a drink? Or am I meant to buy my own?"
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(OOC: Lord of the rings reference spoted. Also, "obnoxious storytelling"? How dare you! *pouts*).
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh
‘‘Hello Kristyl, please have a sit so I can explain everything before this fool right here’’ he pats bear on the back ‘‘gets too drunk to remember anything’’ All of you notice that Wellri seems extremely nervous.
Kristyl finds a seat and slides the chair out, making an audible scraping as he does so. She removes her Greataxe and leans it against the table to hear what it is her old friend had to say. She reaches for an ale next to her, regardless of who's it is, taking a sip from it. The Greataxe is new since you all last saw her last. It is made of solid steel with inlets of magma that appears like it's moving.
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‘‘Alright, now that were all here I have some explaining to do. As all of you know I have been doing research into the Withering Forest for quite some time now and it would seem I have made a horrifying discovery. The forest is not of this world, it was transported here from a realm I have never heard of, called Árnyék leesett. In common this means the Shadowfell. (OOC the only other planes of existence that are currently known to anyone are the celestial plane and the 9 hells) It was transported here by the First Coven, the oldest coven of hags to exist. At the center of the forest is a portal to the Shadowfell, which is currently dormant. However if it were to be activated all sorts of monsters could come through and any hope of stopping the hags from ruling this world would be over. Now I also found this’’ he places a massive ancient text onto the table ‘‘This book mentions several things about the First Coven, one that are not entirely immortal, and more importantly two we can destroy the source of all the hags magic. There is a massive crystalline statue in the center of the Shadowfell that, if shattered, would render the hags powerless. We need to get into the Shadowfell and destroy that statue before the First Coven make contact with the other hags about the portal.’’ You all notice that as Wellri has been talking he keeps nervously glancing at someone in the crowd.
Baerdin having halted his drinking looks to Wellri seriously “You’ve got to be pullen me leg lad is that true…..you should alert every army within 100miles how on earth is our small band supposed to pull that off? Nd stop figeten your gonna get me eye twitchen if ya keep that up.”
‘’Baerdin, the forest only allows so many inside, if an entire army tried to go in, gods have you every heard of a Flurry?’’
"Come on Baerdin, you have to have more faith in our 'Small band' than that. I for one, would love the chance to see if I could smash that statue... You said in the center of the Shadowfell? That would require us going through it right? Do you know if we'd be able to return if the statue is broken? It would be a shame if I couldn't drink another ale because we couldn't get back.." Kristyl asks, but when she realizes he keeps darting his eyes, she perks up, getting close to Wellri, whispering over to him. "Who you looking at? Need me to beat them up?"
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