((Quick post to get update notifications. I can post an intro if we have a little setup detail (such as a meeting area).))
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
((I believe Dwar_farquar mentioned Wednesday as a Session Zero day via DM))
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Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
It’s The Month of Eleint in Northern Faerun. Eleint is the beginning of Autumn and the time for the second and final harvest of the season. The Village of Longsaddle celebrates the holiday of High Harvestide with a huge farmers market and livestock sale that sees vendors and buyers from all over Faerun. This year it is expected to be larger than ever due to the spring sale being disrupted by a white dragon attack in the southern villages of the long road. Nobody wanted to risk travel with such a beast on the loose.
It is 2 days before the holiday and you 6 have been selected as the representatives for the Outer Longsaddle cooperative. Your mission is to get the best price possible for all the farms and ranches of the coop. since the spring sale was a bust, you are all at the end of your ropes financially and this is the best chance to make everyone solvent for the year and help survive the coming winter.
you wake to the soft sounds of the birds singing and the sun shining through the windows of your homes. There is a gentle breeze carrying the scent of ripened wheat and apples and the sounds of livestock going about their morning rituals. You eat a quick breakfast and immediately get to the business of collecting your harvested grains, fruits and vegetables and rounding up the livestock and prepping them for the travel to the Longsaddle open market.
Shariel leans against the cattle pen that had been hastily assembled for the brief gathering. Her family had a healthy spring and summer, and the cows showed every bit of it. Each one could fetch a small fortune, but even one loss could spell hard times to come. Such was the gambled nature of high-value, low-quantity livestock. Sometimes, the young elf envied those who raised chicken or sheep. So many available, a small loss may go largely unnoticed.
The dark-skinned elf admired her small herd, though. They were as much family as anyone else in her home, and many she'd seen raised since they were born. She also felt a swollen pride after being picked to make the trip to the High Harvesttide market. It wasn't her first trip, but it would be her first as a representative. Her father had made the trio several times and was an aggressive dealer. She aimed to live up to his fervor. Reflexively, her hand moved down until it rested on a wound bull whip hung at her hip. It had been a token of the lead ranch hand for years, and it seemed fitting she would get to carry it for such an important trip.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Rikaria Calandry is coming down the road, smiling gently, carrying a large whicker basket. She is a squat young woman with almond-brown skin and straight black hair tied back in double braids. She's wearing her best clothes for market day, a bright-white blouse tucked into a skirt of goldenrod, embroidered along the hem with white branching vines, and a straw hat decorated with a blue ribbon and a shock of pansies. She also wears her best boots which, coincidentally, are her only boots, and the same ones she's worn since she was twelve and her feet stopped growing. But old as they are, they're polished as bright as anyone possibly could have managed without the intervention of magic. Her clothes too bear signs of wear from years of use, but she walks with an undeniable gravitas through the morning streets that make her seem stately and fine. With her chin up and her eyes falling with quiet approval on her neighbors' stands and smiling faces and returned good mornin's, it's as if she were herself the chairwoman of the festival, and not the seventeen year old daughter of poor apple farmers.
When she reaches Shariel, she turns to the herd at her back and says "My, aren't the girls lookin' fine this morning! Their coats are positively shining!" She scratches the nearest cow's enormous head as it sniffs curiously at her basket. She uncovers the contents of the basket for Shariel's inspection."Would ya like a scone? I made too many, I think. Triple batch! Go on, take two if you're hungry! They're still warm! Apple-cinnamon. I'm gonna be makin' the rounds of all the inns and alehouse keepers in town today, talkin' up Calandry Apples for their winter cider. Momma thought we oughtta make pies for each one of 'em, but I talked her down. Thought it'd be a bit on the nose. I told her 'scones are more tasteful.' Oh, here, wait a sec, I got some honey-butter in here too."
She digs out a ceramic jar of bright yellow butter, bearing the name of William's family farm, along with a small knife from a corner of the basket. "Wouldn't really be right to have a scone without butter!"
***As the others arrive she will definitely offer each of them scones as well.***
It's not often that you'll see William on time (for work), yet here he is. He has rounded up the cattle and piled the cheese on a cart.
Morning! Oh please no butter, I can't stand it! We eat it with everything!
William takes a scone and gobbles it up. The boy-ish Human take a look around to see if Rikaria has any apples he could "liberate", just for fun. But decides it's to much trouble. He ignores Shariel and Rikaria for now and start playing soft tones on his flute.
Down the road comes Sasha, skipping and dancing, playing her small flute. She is a late teen with long curly dark hair, wearing her finest red cloak for this exciting trip abroad. After her comes a sizeable flock of sheep that sems to follow the merry tune of her flute. With the sheeps milling and bleating behind her Sasha stops with her friends, giving Shariel, Rikaria and William a warm smile and a wave, gladly accepting Rikaria's scone with butter. "Thanks, Rikaria, love these." She says, taking a big bite.
Sasha was really looking forward to seeing Longsaddle and it's taverns and inns but she was also slightly nervous about living up to her parents expectations making good business for the coop. She was glad that Rikaria was with them. She seemed to be the one to make good business happen. Sasha hoped she could contribute to the coop in some way though, perhaps through her charming ways with people. "So, where is Gerty and Luke?" She asks cheerfully, seeing William already there and assuming she is late herself, walking over to Shariel's cows, saying hello to them with a short and merry tune of her flute.
Luke spent the morning groaning to himself about having to groom the horses and prepare them for the journey. He hates being a rancher but does his work diligently to keep his dad off his back. He cleans each horse, makes sure their horseshoes are ungunked, and brushes their manes. Luke comes riding down the road on his favorite horse, Brownie. Yes, he named her when he was a little tyke. He waves to everyone as he gallops on over with his unkempt head of hair bouncing up and down. "Good morning friends! Are we ready to take this awful, I mean the exhilarating journey to sell vegetables, fruit, bread, and sheep!? I have a few horses to help pull our carts and a few to sell too."
"Look who's talking." Sasha says with a wink to William, laughing softly. "Or is it that you were on time for once Will?" She says smiling wryly, rejoining the others.
She waves and smiles to Luke as he comes riding down the road, admiring his beautiful horses.
"Yes, I suppose the two of you have been ready to leave for quite a while now. Don't forget your parents expect you to return with your earnings, or are you planning to leave that to Rik?"Sasha says to the boys with a smirk, then glancing over at Rikaria.
Luke looks like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar "Ah you're right....I guess I should do what I am told, again, and return with the earnings.... but maybe a quick stop along the way back into something fun won't hurt"
"Well I certainly hope there will be time for visiting a tavern or two in Longsaddle after taking care of our business." Sasha says expectantly, looking at the others for support.
Sasha doesn't comment on what Will said about Rik but she doubts the resourceful young woman would have trouble with anything she put her mind to.
Welcome to the Outer Longsaddle farmers Cooperative. May the Gods smile upon our harvest and turn our blood, sweat and loving effort into profit.
((Quick post to get update notifications. I can post an intro if we have a little setup detail (such as a meeting area).))
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
(I can't wait! Are we having session zero here? Or maybe in a group chat?)
Oh right wednesday... I read "wed" as "we'd"
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
((I believe Dwar_farquar mentioned Wednesday as a Session Zero day via DM))
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
It’s The Month of Eleint in Northern Faerun. Eleint is the beginning of Autumn and the time for the second and final harvest of the season. The Village of Longsaddle celebrates the holiday of High Harvestide with a huge farmers market and livestock sale that sees vendors and buyers from all over Faerun. This year it is expected to be larger than ever due to the spring sale being disrupted by a white dragon attack in the southern villages of the long road. Nobody wanted to risk travel with such a beast on the loose.
It is 2 days before the holiday and you 6 have been selected as the representatives for the Outer Longsaddle cooperative. Your mission is to get the best price possible for all the farms and ranches of the coop. since the spring sale was a bust, you are all at the end of your ropes financially and this is the best chance to make everyone solvent for the year and help survive the coming winter.
you wake to the soft sounds of the birds singing and the sun shining through the windows of your homes. There is a gentle breeze carrying the scent of ripened wheat and apples and the sounds of livestock going about their morning rituals. You eat a quick breakfast and immediately get to the business of collecting your harvested grains, fruits and vegetables and rounding up the livestock and prepping them for the travel to the Longsaddle open market.
Shariel leans against the cattle pen that had been hastily assembled for the brief gathering. Her family had a healthy spring and summer, and the cows showed every bit of it. Each one could fetch a small fortune, but even one loss could spell hard times to come. Such was the gambled nature of high-value, low-quantity livestock. Sometimes, the young elf envied those who raised chicken or sheep. So many available, a small loss may go largely unnoticed.
The dark-skinned elf admired her small herd, though. They were as much family as anyone else in her home, and many she'd seen raised since they were born. She also felt a swollen pride after being picked to make the trip to the High Harvesttide market. It wasn't her first trip, but it would be her first as a representative. Her father had made the trio several times and was an aggressive dealer. She aimed to live up to his fervor. Reflexively, her hand moved down until it rested on a wound bull whip hung at her hip. It had been a token of the lead ranch hand for years, and it seemed fitting she would get to carry it for such an important trip.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
"Mornin' Shariel!"
Rikaria Calandry is coming down the road, smiling gently, carrying a large whicker basket. She is a squat young woman with almond-brown skin and straight black hair tied back in double braids. She's wearing her best clothes for market day, a bright-white blouse tucked into a skirt of goldenrod, embroidered along the hem with white branching vines, and a straw hat decorated with a blue ribbon and a shock of pansies. She also wears her best boots which, coincidentally, are her only boots, and the same ones she's worn since she was twelve and her feet stopped growing. But old as they are, they're polished as bright as anyone possibly could have managed without the intervention of magic. Her clothes too bear signs of wear from years of use, but she walks with an undeniable gravitas through the morning streets that make her seem stately and fine. With her chin up and her eyes falling with quiet approval on her neighbors' stands and smiling faces and returned good mornin's, it's as if she were herself the chairwoman of the festival, and not the seventeen year old daughter of poor apple farmers.
When she reaches Shariel, she turns to the herd at her back and says "My, aren't the girls lookin' fine this morning! Their coats are positively shining!" She scratches the nearest cow's enormous head as it sniffs curiously at her basket. She uncovers the contents of the basket for Shariel's inspection. "Would ya like a scone? I made too many, I think. Triple batch! Go on, take two if you're hungry! They're still warm! Apple-cinnamon. I'm gonna be makin' the rounds of all the inns and alehouse keepers in town today, talkin' up Calandry Apples for their winter cider. Momma thought we oughtta make pies for each one of 'em, but I talked her down. Thought it'd be a bit on the nose. I told her 'scones are more tasteful.' Oh, here, wait a sec, I got some honey-butter in here too."
She digs out a ceramic jar of bright yellow butter, bearing the name of William's family farm, along with a small knife from a corner of the basket. "Wouldn't really be right to have a scone without butter!"
***As the others arrive she will definitely offer each of them scones as well.***
It's not often that you'll see William on time (for work), yet here he is. He has rounded up the cattle and piled the cheese on a cart.
Morning! Oh please no butter, I can't stand it! We eat it with everything!
William takes a scone and gobbles it up. The boy-ish Human take a look around to see if Rikaria has any apples he could "liberate", just for fun. But decides it's to much trouble. He ignores Shariel and Rikaria for now and start playing soft tones on his flute.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Down the road comes Sasha, skipping and dancing, playing her small flute. She is a late teen with long curly dark hair, wearing her finest red cloak for this exciting trip abroad. After her comes a sizeable flock of sheep that sems to follow the merry tune of her flute. With the sheeps milling and bleating behind her Sasha stops with her friends, giving Shariel, Rikaria and William a warm smile and a wave, gladly accepting Rikaria's scone with butter. "Thanks, Rikaria, love these." She says, taking a big bite.
Sasha was really looking forward to seeing Longsaddle and it's taverns and inns but she was also slightly nervous about living up to her parents expectations making good business for the coop. She was glad that Rikaria was with them. She seemed to be the one to make good business happen. Sasha hoped she could contribute to the coop in some way though, perhaps through her charming ways with people. "So, where is Gerty and Luke?" She asks cheerfully, seeing William already there and assuming she is late herself, walking over to Shariel's cows, saying hello to them with a short and merry tune of her flute.
They're late... just like you!
William jokes, quite proud of himself.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Luke spent the morning groaning to himself about having to groom the horses and prepare them for the journey. He hates being a rancher but does his work diligently to keep his dad off his back. He cleans each horse, makes sure their horseshoes are ungunked, and brushes their manes. Luke comes riding down the road on his favorite horse, Brownie. Yes, he named her when he was a little tyke. He waves to everyone as he gallops on over with his unkempt head of hair bouncing up and down. "Good morning friends! Are we ready to take this awful, I mean the exhilarating journey to sell vegetables, fruit, bread, and sheep!? I have a few horses to help pull our carts and a few to sell too."
Horse 1: 6
Horse 2: 6
Horse 3: 4
Horse 4: 2
Horse 5: 10
Horse 6: 3
Horse 7: 8
Horse 8: 8
Horse 9: 5
Horse 10: 7
Horse 11: 9
Horse 12: 3
Horse 13: 8
William perks up as Luke approaches.
Morning Luke! It's ain't that bad! We don't have to clean up the shit while we're on the road!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"Look who's talking." Sasha says with a wink to William, laughing softly. "Or is it that you were on time for once Will?" She says smiling wryly, rejoining the others.
She waves and smiles to Luke as he comes riding down the road, admiring his beautiful horses.
You know me! Always ready... to leave! William smiles, he's happy to see Luke and looks forward to the trip. No girl can ruin his mood, not today!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Luke laughs at the exchange "I can always count on you to take a shitty situation and make it smell like....well less shitty."
"Yes, I suppose the two of you have been ready to leave for quite a while now. Don't forget your parents expect you to return with your earnings, or are you planning to leave that to Rik?" Sasha says to the boys with a smirk, then glancing over at Rikaria.
Luke looks like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar "Ah you're right....I guess I should do what I am told, again, and return with the earnings.... but maybe a quick stop along the way back into something fun won't hurt"
Oh no! Can't leave that to Rik! Dad has expectatitons and he wants me to bring a new bull back. I doubt she can handle that!
William says it like a joke, but he really doubts Rikaria can sellect a decent breeding bull. He turns to Luke:
If I save some cheese we can test the theory that it goes well with sparling wine!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
"Well I certainly hope there will be time for visiting a tavern or two in Longsaddle after taking care of our business." Sasha says expectantly, looking at the others for support.
Sasha doesn't comment on what Will said about Rik but she doubts the resourceful young woman would have trouble with anything she put her mind to.