You wake to a heavy knock at the door “Hello? It’s time to check out…” A woman calls from the other side of the door.
As you sit up in bed and the room slowly comes into focus you begin to remember the details of the night before. Arriving well past any reasonable hour and begging the owner to let you stay for the night.
The room you’re in is extremely plain. Containing nothing aside from the bedding and a dresser.
You hear the voice again... “This is your only warning, if you're still here when I come back I'm getting the owner."
There's a short hallway ending in stairs to your left. You catch a glimpse of whoever had been at your door walking down the stairs as you peak out into the hall. It's well lit and you can hear the sound of other guest's conversations coming from down the stairs as well as the clatter of plates & mugs. Across the hall is another room, the door left slightly open. On down the hall to your right there's 4 more closed doors and a small table with flowers and a basin of water on it.
Woken by the knock, I quickly collect my things and survey the room. Everything where it was. Aside from the ruffled sheets on the bed, it looked as if no one had used the room at all. A trait ingrained after years of short, often unwelcome stays. Better to leave as little impression as possible.
Nodding to myself, I exit the room in search of something to eat.
You head off down the hall and come to the top of a staircase overlooking the inn lobby. At the top of the stair case on the wall there's another poster. Requesting any capable of fighters to seek out Morena at a tarvern in the docks district called The Brine. The lobby off the inn is well lit and the tables are full of food and a few happy guests are sitting around enjoying the company. At the far table a man sits studying a map undeterred by those around him. A waitress greets you as you peer into the room.
Instead of turning to go downstairs i use the basin to wash my face and hands. I turn back down the hall to head downstairs. As the waitress catches me, I ask for a small breakfast. Eggs and piece of bread. I read the poster while my food cooks and find a spot at the table with the Map Guy.
I stand up from my trance. I look around the room, grab my stuff and head towards the door. I enter the hallway, head downstairs and look around the room.
@Tyler The man at the table with the maps rearranges his belongings and apologizes. Asks you how your morning is going and where you're heading.
@Shauna, you see Tyler sit down at the table with a stranger and his maps. A waitress delivers a plate of eggs and toast to him. She walks up to you and tells you to find a seat and asks if she can bring you anything.
A dwarf leans in the front door and yells inside "Wilus, the Lady Leyweir just docked." then slams the door.
The man with the maps seems to acknowledge the dwarf and begins packing up his things.
I scarf my food in as few bites as possible, just now realizing how hungry i was.
To the Map man, "No need to apologize. Are you traveling? I myself am headed to the docks for work," pointing towards the Poster. "I've traveled all throughout my Islands, and now I want to See more."
When i'm done with my meal, I gather my equipment and place two silvers on the table for the room and meal, and leave the tavern headed for The Brine.
Finding a corner table to sit at, I munched silently on the bread and cheese the waitress had brought me for breakfast and began picking out the idle conversations of the other guests. A wedding here, a death there, talk about how crops were faring and all the latest gossip about who was messing around with whom. The only thing that seemed to stick out was talk about that poster on the wall. I was never a fan of fighting whenever it could be avoided, but it sounded like there was good coin to be had. Easy targets, too. It never ceased to amaze me how many people got caught up wanting to be an adventurer, serve their empire, or had some kind of wanderlust convince them to sign up for these kinds of endeavors. Most of them were so preoccupied with their own thoughts and dreams that you could practically strip them to their loins before they noticed anything amiss.
After a short while, I saw Tyler walk into the room and sit down with a dwarf that seemed preoccupied with some papers on his table. They seemed to be striking up a conversation when another dwarf leaned his head into the room and addressed Tyler's companion, which seemed to cause the dwarf to begin preparing to leave.
Well, "no rest for the wicked" as they say. I stood up, left a couple of coins on the table, and headed over their way ready with my most disarming smile. "Ho there gents! Did I just hear you were heading towards the docks? Ahhh, I've always wanted to sail the seas myself. Care if I accompany you along the way?"
"No rest indeed" Wilus responds... "I'm heading down to the Lady Leyweir, before she sets sail for... as you may have guessed it, Leyweir."
He finishes packing his things and heads towards the door but stops short and turns back to you.
"You're welcome to join me, but the trip isn't free. They'll want something from ya, be it coin or blood. I'm going to prep my mule, be ready soon or I may leave without you."
I tell the waitress that i dont need anything and head towards the table with the guy with the map. I over hear them talking about setting sail and ask if he has anymore room on the ship.
Shauna, the dwarf tells you that it's not his ship but a lady named Morena handles the logistics. He tells you she's never far from the ship and frequents a tavern near the docks. He reminds everyone he's leaving soon and heads outside to get his mule and cart ready.
OOC: In the interest of keeping things moving everyone heads outside unless there are objections.
Wilus is strapping down some luggage and shimmies down the side of the cart. "You ready? It's not far but let's get going."
He starts heading off towards the docks and begins telling you about the conflict in Leyweir. His plans are to assist the current government and try to stake his claim as a weapon smith in the budding empire.
Wilus takes you to the docks which are not as grandiose as you had hoped. Nothing more than a few small slips and one or two more large enough for a corvette. Staring down the walk way of planks there are various shops and buildings on your right. The walkway spans no more than 75 feet and includes many market stalls selling various goods. Wilus takes you to one of the larger slips with a corvette in it with emerald green sails. On the bow it reads "Lady Leyweir" in golden letters with ivory white ribbons hanging from each side. A half-orc man stands next to a ramp that leads to the mid-section of the ship. He walks up to the half-orc and hands him his piece of parchment. The half-orc looks down at the people and back to your group.
"Just you."
The half-orc points to the piece of paper and then makes a gesture at your group.
"I know, just me and my mule!" Wilus responds and gestures for the mule to head up the ramp but stops a few feet past the half-orc and turns and yells to you. "You should stop by The Brine, for nothing other than the best ale around." as he points to a tavern almost directly across the walkway from the ship. "You'll find Morena there, too." he adds.
As I near the docks I take a deep breath of salty air. The smell reminds me of home. I'm reminded of being on the islands, of learning to fish and make my own raft. When we get to the piers, I notice the boat docked here is much bigger than anything we have ever used on the islands. Big Boats have always conflicted me. Everyone should be able to enjoy the vast waters of the world, but big boats like this are slow and cumbersome. I wonder if people understand they are at the mercy of the sea.
Eyes wide,"You're travelling on that? That boat is huge!"
My next thought is of my purpose here, to find Morena. When we get to The Brine, I walk in looking for her.
As you approach The Brine the sounds of the patrons is leaking out into the streets. As you pull the door open the warmth, laughter, and smells pour out. The room is heavy with the smoke from the herbs smoked by the locals. Nearly every table is filled with men and women enjoying their time on land with some ale. At the front of the room is a small bar with a red haired woman sitting at it who could only be Morena. She wears a maroon duster with golden thread and buttons. A golden engraved rapier hanging from her hip and golden studded high top boots extend to her knees. As your party enters the tavern she turns to you and loudly shouts "You don't look like the regular travelers we get through here. You're not looking for passage to Leyweir are you?"
"I can do that. I think. You see someone stole my manifest right off of this counter. I suppose I may have had one too many and stopped paying attention. Not sure who would want to steal a book like that but..." Morena trails off and takes another drink. "Either way, I need that book back before I approve any other passengers." Morena pauses for a few moments as if deep in thought "Check with the pawn down the walkway and the bookstore. I can't imagine a petty thief would do anything else with it. It's a large red leather bound book with bronze hardware and latch. I doubt there's many like it."
I walk up to the bar next to Morena and order a drink. I turn to her "Morena? I heard you were looking for able bodied fighters. What does the job entail?"
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You wake to a heavy knock at the door “Hello? It’s time to check out…” A woman calls from the other side of the door.
As you sit up in bed and the room slowly comes into focus you begin to remember the details of the night before. Arriving well past any reasonable hour and begging the owner to let you stay for the night.
The room you’re in is extremely plain. Containing nothing aside from the bedding and a dresser.
You hear the voice again... “This is your only warning, if you're still here when I come back I'm getting the owner."
I gather my things and groggily open the door to leave the room. (I was in the common with whoever else is there)
There's a short hallway ending in stairs to your left. You catch a glimpse of whoever had been at your door walking down the stairs as you peak out into the hall. It's well lit and you can hear the sound of other guest's conversations coming from down the stairs as well as the clatter of plates & mugs. Across the hall is another room, the door left slightly open. On down the hall to your right there's 4 more closed doors and a small table with flowers and a basin of water on it.
Woken by the knock, I quickly collect my things and survey the room. Everything where it was. Aside from the ruffled sheets on the bed, it looked as if no one had used the room at all. A trait ingrained after years of short, often unwelcome stays. Better to leave as little impression as possible.
Nodding to myself, I exit the room in search of something to eat.
You head off down the hall and come to the top of a staircase overlooking the inn lobby. At the top of the stair case on the wall there's another poster. Requesting any capable of fighters to seek out Morena at a tarvern in the docks district called The Brine. The lobby off the inn is well lit and the tables are full of food and a few happy guests are sitting around enjoying the company. At the far table a man sits studying a map undeterred by those around him. A waitress greets you as you peer into the room.
Instead of turning to go downstairs i use the basin to wash my face and hands. I turn back down the hall to head downstairs. As the waitress catches me, I ask for a small breakfast. Eggs and piece of bread. I read the poster while my food cooks and find a spot at the table with the Map Guy.
I stand up from my trance. I look around the room, grab my stuff and head towards the door. I enter the hallway, head downstairs and look around the room.
@Tyler The man at the table with the maps rearranges his belongings and apologizes. Asks you how your morning is going and where you're heading.
@Shauna, you see Tyler sit down at the table with a stranger and his maps. A waitress delivers a plate of eggs and toast to him. She walks up to you and tells you to find a seat and asks if she can bring you anything.
A dwarf leans in the front door and yells inside "Wilus, the Lady Leyweir just docked." then slams the door.
The man with the maps seems to acknowledge the dwarf and begins packing up his things.
I scarf my food in as few bites as possible, just now realizing how hungry i was.
To the Map man, "No need to apologize. Are you traveling? I myself am headed to the docks for work," pointing towards the Poster. "I've traveled all throughout my Islands, and now I want to See more."
When i'm done with my meal, I gather my equipment and place two silvers on the table for the room and meal, and leave the tavern headed for The Brine.
Finding a corner table to sit at, I munched silently on the bread and cheese the waitress had brought me for breakfast and began picking out the idle conversations of the other guests. A wedding here, a death there, talk about how crops were faring and all the latest gossip about who was messing around with whom. The only thing that seemed to stick out was talk about that poster on the wall. I was never a fan of fighting whenever it could be avoided, but it sounded like there was good coin to be had. Easy targets, too. It never ceased to amaze me how many people got caught up wanting to be an adventurer, serve their empire, or had some kind of wanderlust convince them to sign up for these kinds of endeavors. Most of them were so preoccupied with their own thoughts and dreams that you could practically strip them to their loins before they noticed anything amiss.
After a short while, I saw Tyler walk into the room and sit down with a dwarf that seemed preoccupied with some papers on his table. They seemed to be striking up a conversation when another dwarf leaned his head into the room and addressed Tyler's companion, which seemed to cause the dwarf to begin preparing to leave.
Well, "no rest for the wicked" as they say. I stood up, left a couple of coins on the table, and headed over their way ready with my most disarming smile. "Ho there gents! Did I just hear you were heading towards the docks? Ahhh, I've always wanted to sail the seas myself. Care if I accompany you along the way?"
"No rest indeed" Wilus responds... "I'm heading down to the Lady Leyweir, before she sets sail for... as you may have guessed it, Leyweir."
He finishes packing his things and heads towards the door but stops short and turns back to you.
"You're welcome to join me, but the trip isn't free. They'll want something from ya, be it coin or blood. I'm going to prep my mule, be ready soon or I may leave without you."
I tell the waitress that i dont need anything and head towards the table with the guy with the map. I over hear them talking about setting sail and ask if he has anymore room on the ship.
Lars has finally gathered his junk and wobbled downstairs. He rubs his eyes and quietly mumbles a few halfling curses under his breath.
"^#?&$@%#~&, !#?&$@%#~&. *Yawn* Gorram Bitca."
I grab a quick bite to eat, pay the server, and join the others.
Shauna, the dwarf tells you that it's not his ship but a lady named Morena handles the logistics. He tells you she's never far from the ship and frequents a tavern near the docks. He reminds everyone he's leaving soon and heads outside to get his mule and cart ready.
OOC: In the interest of keeping things moving everyone heads outside unless there are objections.
Wilus is strapping down some luggage and shimmies down the side of the cart. "You ready? It's not far but let's get going."
He starts heading off towards the docks and begins telling you about the conflict in Leyweir. His plans are to assist the current government and try to stake his claim as a weapon smith in the budding empire.
Some time passes...
Wilus takes you to the docks which are not as grandiose as you had hoped. Nothing more than a few small slips and one or two more large enough for a corvette. Staring down the walk way of planks there are various shops and buildings on your right. The walkway spans no more than 75 feet and includes many market stalls selling various goods. Wilus takes you to one of the larger slips with a corvette in it with emerald green sails. On the bow it reads "Lady Leyweir" in golden letters with ivory white ribbons hanging from each side. A half-orc man stands next to a ramp that leads to the mid-section of the ship. He walks up to the half-orc and hands him his piece of parchment. The half-orc looks down at the people and back to your group.
"Just you."
The half-orc points to the piece of paper and then makes a gesture at your group.
"I know, just me and my mule!" Wilus responds and gestures for the mule to head up the ramp but stops a few feet past the half-orc and turns and yells to you. "You should stop by The Brine, for nothing other than the best ale around." as he points to a tavern almost directly across the walkway from the ship. "You'll find Morena there, too." he adds.
As I near the docks I take a deep breath of salty air. The smell reminds me of home. I'm reminded of being on the islands, of learning to fish and make my own raft. When we get to the piers, I notice the boat docked here is much bigger than anything we have ever used on the islands. Big Boats have always conflicted me. Everyone should be able to enjoy the vast waters of the world, but big boats like this are slow and cumbersome. I wonder if people understand they are at the mercy of the sea.
Eyes wide,"You're travelling on that? That boat is huge!"
My next thought is of my purpose here, to find Morena. When we get to The Brine, I walk in looking for her.
As you approach The Brine the sounds of the patrons is leaking out into the streets. As you pull the door open the warmth, laughter, and smells pour out. The room is heavy with the smoke from the herbs smoked by the locals. Nearly every table is filled with men and women enjoying their time on land with some ale. At the front of the room is a small bar with a red haired woman sitting at it who could only be Morena. She wears a maroon duster with golden thread and buttons. A golden engraved rapier hanging from her hip and golden studded high top boots extend to her knees. As your party enters the tavern she turns to you and loudly shouts "You don't look like the regular travelers we get through here. You're not looking for passage to Leyweir are you?"
I tell Morena that I am looking for passage to Leyweir.
"I can do that. I think. You see someone stole my manifest right off of this counter. I suppose I may have had one too many and stopped paying attention. Not sure who would want to steal a book like that but..." Morena trails off and takes another drink. "Either way, I need that book back before I approve any other passengers." Morena pauses for a few moments as if deep in thought "Check with the pawn down the walkway and the bookstore. I can't imagine a petty thief would do anything else with it. It's a large red leather bound book with bronze hardware and latch. I doubt there's many like it."
I walk up to the bar next to Morena and order a drink. I turn to her "Morena? I heard you were looking for able bodied fighters. What does the job entail?"