The Stonehill Inn in Phandalin is like any other tavern you might come across on your adventures. Two floors, with a place for drinking downstairs, and 6 rooms available to rent upstairs for a modest cost of 5sp per night. The innkeeper, Toblen Stonehill is a friendly man with a great moustache, willing to sell you a meal for 1sp, or a mug of ale for 4cp.
The bar area has a 4 small tables (up to 4 people) and 2 larger ones (up to 8). 2 of the smaller tables are occupied, one by a human family, having some lunch, another one by a three dwarves with pickaxes. One of the larger tables has 6 gnomes sat around it discussing some inventions, while a second large table has only one cloaked figure. There are 6 barstools up by the bar, one has a tiefling chatting to the innkeeper, while the rest are empty.
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Barnabas has been sitting at the bar all day, his weight becoming evident by the tortured legs of the stool. Apparently oblivious (but not at all) of the others in the room. A small knife shaving away all the bits of wood that don't belong, he lifts the carving to his lips and blows the dust off, ignoring Toblens look as shavings have.collected on the floor beneath him.
Barnabas prefers the bar stools, it makes him look taller than he is, at least until you notice his short legs waving childishly many inches from the floor. He tugs his jacket down over his ample belly, the clothing creaking with age. Once fine and expensive the jerkin has seen better days, now holes and tears reveal the leather tunic beneath, causing him to sweat,
Phandalin, how by the gods did I end up in this backwater. "Toblen, by all that is holy please, is there anything to do in this town?" His eternal smile changing briefly to a grimace of boredom before returning again.
Melchior slowly opened the door, allowing light to flood into the room. As the door swung shut l, the light did not leave, it instead followed the lesser priest across the room as he waltzed up to the bar. As he seemed to float down the room he gazed about, eyes catching on the hooded figure for a moment, then swiftly back in the direction of the barkeep.
He took a seat near the middle of the bar, glancing and smiling at the two others, then waved down Toblen saying,
“Dear sir, do you happen to have any water in this fine establishment?”
As he awaited the refreshment, Melchior began to clean the area of the bar in front of him, disgusted by the mite infested layer of dust on the table.
Ash was sitting by herself at one of the small tables, its space taken up by a half-eaten meal and several scattered parchment papers full of furiously scribbled notes. Rumors of ancient secrets that could help her further her magical prowess lying deep beneath the ground had drawn her to Phandalin, but so far Ash had come up dry when it came to finding anything of actual worth. Phandalin seemed to be nothing more than a sleepy mining town tucked away in the northern mountains. Most people would be pleased to find that they came to a place to find nothing more than a bunch of cheerful townsfolk, but to Ash all that meant was that the time and effort she'd spent getting here had gone to waste.
A sudden breeze kicked up by the door to the inn opening blew one of Ash's scribbled-over parchment papers off of the table. "Don't throw that away, that's important!" Ash yelled, running towards the bar where the piece of parchment had blown. As she rushed over to the bar, she couldn't help but note the cloaked figure sitting at the large table out of the corner of her eye. Maybe going to Phandalin wouldn't be such a bust after all . . .
Horros sat and watched the Inn guests go by he wondered if anyone wanted to talk, of course they wouldn't he was a outcast here but in this place maybe he could stay, what was the name of this place?" Phandalin" Thats what the town was, and he was in the Stonehill inn he saw the door creak open and someone step in, light seemed to follow them, ugh he thought dont go near me but a hooded figure caught his eye, 'maybe they could talk?
"Hey Toblen who is that cloaked guy." He said while walking towards the innkeeper
Phandalin, how by the gods did I end up in this backwater. "Toblen, by all that is holy please, is there anything to do in this town?" His eternal smile changing briefly to a grimace of boredom before returning again.
"Aye. This town is often visited by prospectors like those dwarves there. In times gone past, we have had dragon attacks, ruffians and more. Looking at you, I imagine that is more up your alley than mining. That guy at the table has been waiting for some adventurers to help him out with something, maybe talk to him"
He took a seat near the middle of the bar, glancing and smiling at the two others, then waved down Toblen saying,
“Dear sir, do you happen to have any water in this fine establishment?”
As he awaited the refreshment, Melchior began to clean the area of the bar in front of him, disgusted by the mite infested layer of dust on the table.
Toblen laughs at the request of water, but obliges. It isn't the cleanest water you have ever seen, but it is by far not the worst. It is at least free from bugs and dirt so probably filtered, even if not distilled. Sat at the bar, you do overhear what Toblen says to the others who speak to him.
A sudden breeze kicked up by the door to the inn opening blew one of Ash's scribbled-over parchment papers off of the table. "Don't throw that away, that's important!" Ash yelled, running towards the bar where the piece of parchment had blown. As she rushed over to the bar, she couldn't help but note the cloaked figure sitting at the large table out of the corner of her eye. Maybe going to Phandalin wouldn't be such a bust after all . . .
She notices that the cloaked figure seems to be watching her. Spending a small amount of time shows their attention seems to be on a select few of you, all those who look like they might be looking for work or excitement.
"Hey Toblen who is that cloaked guy." He said while walking towards the innkeeper
"I do not know. They arrived a day or two ago, said he was waiting for some adventurers seeking work and has sat at that table at all waking hours. He pays well so I don't mind."
Barnabas grins, as he always does. "Adventurers hmm, well not sure I fit that bill exactly, but the purse is getting light, how about a round on the house eh Toblen. I've been warming this seat all day." Without listening to the answer he heaves his bulk from the stool, wanders over to the cloaked man and sits uninvited at his table. The chair groans in protest, fishing dice from a pocket he flips them to the table, "Care for a game, sitting in this tavern all day, as cozy as it is, does get boring fast."
"Toblen said you were waiting for someone, perhaps me eh. I could use a rousing story to ease the day."
Barnabas continues to chat with the cloaked man, filling in the spaces with tails of his own childhood. After a while he asks, "Feels like we have been here for days, care to up the ante, play for Nibs perhaps?"
The man declines your offer. "I am sorry, but I am here for business not pleasure. I am seeking a group of people to retrieve an item that was taken from me, in exchange for some coin" and he places a coin pouch on the table that sounds considerably heavier than yours, though he doesn't take his hand off it. And then he puts it back inside his cloak. "If you are up to the task, I would be glad to discuss details, but I am not sure you will manage alone, no offence"
Horros hears gold coins jingle, he looks around "maybe there was nothing " he thought all there was in this place was a innkeeper who needs to shave his face, a family, a plump guy, some dwarfs, a cloaked guy,a person who probably wrote a library of parchment paper, and a guy who makes the sun jealous of his light. Horros thinks 'I wonder if I can help the cloaked figure" He begins to walk towards the two men before second guessing himself is this right should I go to himThen realizing the opportunity he walks towards the man before stopping by the man with water and knocking it over "accidentally".... Oops
Erik walks into the bar and says, "Got some beer here? Wouldn't be a tavern if you didn't." He then sits down and waits for a beer at a the right-ish end of the bar. After getting a beer and drinking it he overhears the cloaked man's conversation with Barnabas and decides if the man offers enough he might go over and ask to join.
Barnabas chokes on his ale, "Business you say, while why didn't you start off with that. Adventuring may not be my cup of tea sir, but Business and acquisitions, lets talk." Barnabas looks about the room, the number of locals has been eclipsed by a strange and motley crew, his smile returning to its grandeur, (It never left yet grew even larger). "I am sure we can rouse a couple of these folk to help your cause, by hook or by crook I always say." Fixing his overly tight waistcoat, ruffling his hair, calling for a round of ales for whoever is interested in this mans tale, he makes himself respectable, and attentive, "Do go on sir, you had a tale to tell, well, waiting all day aint getting the job done, now lets hear it and be on course to 'acquiring' what is yours."
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Picking up her papers, Ash 'wandered' over to the small crowd gathering at the cloaked figure's table, trying not to make it look too deliberate. The lure of coin on its own didn't interest her too much, as she had enough to last for a while, but this 'item' that this person was looking for . . . Whoever this was, they couldn't be making themselves look more suspicious if they tried on purpose. As far as Ash was concerned, that was enough justification to appropriate whatever this item was, if it was magical in nature, for herself when she found it. And if it wasn't, she'd at least have a chance to make some extra coin this way.
"You need some help finding an item?" she asked the cloaked figure, peering at him, trying to see beneath his robes. "What sort of item, exactly?"
Melchior stood in an instant avoiding the water droplets with pristine accuracy, and in one fluid motion, turned towards the table with the man and his… heavier pal.
“Excuse me good sirs, I happened to overhear you mention business.” He seemed to brighten up when mentioning the money, but swiftly hid his feelings of greed and continued, “I would love to hear more about this acquisition.”
He sat down beside the gentlemanly half-elf, beginning to slowly clear the muck off the area in front of him, keeping himself from dirtying the robes given to him by the goddess, and listening intently for any mention of money.
"Yes. While I was travelling here, some goblins ambushed me. Although I could handle them easily enough, they were not actually after a fight, but my gear. I killed two of them but by that time, some others had snuck into my saddlebags and ran off with a miniature chest. By itself it is useless, but I need it to summon the actual chest back from the ethereal plane. The chest is currently empty, save a few herbs for spells which I can replace if needed, however it would be an inconvenience to have to get a new chest. I will give you 15gp each if you could get the chest for me. That on top of anything else you might find at their camp should be ample reward."
Erik turns to the cloaked man and says, "I think that a measly 15gp is not enough to risk our life for a stranger. I think 50 is hardly fair for us." Persuasion: 21
"There seems to be 5 of you. That is already a total of 75gp, which by my calculations could have a total of 150 nights staying here. Hardly a sum to laugh at. Not to mention all the additional supplies the goblins will likely have being the robbers they are." he pulls a notebook out and does some quick calculations, looking back up after 30 seconds. "I can increase it to 100gp total. So 20gp each. That is probably more than anyone else would offer you to fight some goblins."
"That seems fair enough for us, however, safety is in numbers. I will join if three others do as well. I believe that number has been hit, so I am ready to go."
The Stonehill Inn in Phandalin is like any other tavern you might come across on your adventures. Two floors, with a place for drinking downstairs, and 6 rooms available to rent upstairs for a modest cost of 5sp per night. The innkeeper, Toblen Stonehill is a friendly man with a great moustache, willing to sell you a meal for 1sp, or a mug of ale for 4cp.
The bar area has a 4 small tables (up to 4 people) and 2 larger ones (up to 8). 2 of the smaller tables are occupied, one by a human family, having some lunch, another one by a three dwarves with pickaxes. One of the larger tables has 6 gnomes sat around it discussing some inventions, while a second large table has only one cloaked figure. There are 6 barstools up by the bar, one has a tiefling chatting to the innkeeper, while the rest are empty.
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Barnabas has been sitting at the bar all day, his weight becoming evident by the tortured legs of the stool. Apparently oblivious (but not at all) of the others in the room. A small knife shaving away all the bits of wood that don't belong, he lifts the carving to his lips and blows the dust off, ignoring Toblens look as shavings have.collected on the floor beneath him.
Barnabas prefers the bar stools, it makes him look taller than he is, at least until you notice his short legs waving childishly many inches from the floor. He tugs his jacket down over his ample belly, the clothing creaking with age. Once fine and expensive the jerkin has seen better days, now holes and tears reveal the leather tunic beneath, causing him to sweat,
Phandalin, how by the gods did I end up in this backwater. "Toblen, by all that is holy please, is there anything to do in this town?" His eternal smile changing briefly to a grimace of boredom before returning again.
Melchior slowly opened the door, allowing light to flood into the room. As the door swung shut l, the light did not leave, it instead followed the lesser priest across the room as he waltzed up to the bar. As he seemed to float down the room he gazed about, eyes catching on the hooded figure for a moment, then swiftly back in the direction of the barkeep.
He took a seat near the middle of the bar, glancing and smiling at the two others, then waved down Toblen saying,
“Dear sir, do you happen to have any water in this fine establishment?”
As he awaited the refreshment, Melchior began to clean the area of the bar in front of him, disgusted by the mite infested layer of dust on the table.
Ash was sitting by herself at one of the small tables, its space taken up by a half-eaten meal and several scattered parchment papers full of furiously scribbled notes. Rumors of ancient secrets that could help her further her magical prowess lying deep beneath the ground had drawn her to Phandalin, but so far Ash had come up dry when it came to finding anything of actual worth. Phandalin seemed to be nothing more than a sleepy mining town tucked away in the northern mountains. Most people would be pleased to find that they came to a place to find nothing more than a bunch of cheerful townsfolk, but to Ash all that meant was that the time and effort she'd spent getting here had gone to waste.
A sudden breeze kicked up by the door to the inn opening blew one of Ash's scribbled-over parchment papers off of the table. "Don't throw that away, that's important!" Ash yelled, running towards the bar where the piece of parchment had blown. As she rushed over to the bar, she couldn't help but note the cloaked figure sitting at the large table out of the corner of her eye. Maybe going to Phandalin wouldn't be such a bust after all . . .
Horros sat and watched the Inn guests go by he wondered if anyone wanted to talk, of course they wouldn't he was a outcast here but in this place maybe he could stay, what was the name of this place?" Phandalin" Thats what the town was, and he was in the Stonehill inn he saw the door creak open and someone step in, light seemed to follow them, ugh he thought dont go near me but a hooded figure caught his eye, 'maybe they could talk?
"Hey Toblen who is that cloaked guy." He said while walking towards the innkeeper
"Aye. This town is often visited by prospectors like those dwarves there. In times gone past, we have had dragon attacks, ruffians and more. Looking at you, I imagine that is more up your alley than mining. That guy at the table has been waiting for some adventurers to help him out with something, maybe talk to him"
Toblen laughs at the request of water, but obliges. It isn't the cleanest water you have ever seen, but it is by far not the worst. It is at least free from bugs and dirt so probably filtered, even if not distilled. Sat at the bar, you do overhear what Toblen says to the others who speak to him.
She notices that the cloaked figure seems to be watching her. Spending a small amount of time shows their attention seems to be on a select few of you, all those who look like they might be looking for work or excitement.
"I do not know. They arrived a day or two ago, said he was waiting for some adventurers seeking work and has sat at that table at all waking hours. He pays well so I don't mind."
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Barnabas grins, as he always does. "Adventurers hmm, well not sure I fit that bill exactly, but the purse is getting light, how about a round on the house eh Toblen. I've been warming this seat all day." Without listening to the answer he heaves his bulk from the stool, wanders over to the cloaked man and sits uninvited at his table. The chair groans in protest, fishing dice from a pocket he flips them to the table, "Care for a game, sitting in this tavern all day, as cozy as it is, does get boring fast."
"Toblen said you were waiting for someone, perhaps me eh. I could use a rousing story to ease the day."
Barnabas continues to chat with the cloaked man, filling in the spaces with tails of his own childhood. After a while he asks, "Feels like we have been here for days, care to up the ante, play for Nibs perhaps?"
The man declines your offer. "I am sorry, but I am here for business not pleasure. I am seeking a group of people to retrieve an item that was taken from me, in exchange for some coin" and he places a coin pouch on the table that sounds considerably heavier than yours, though he doesn't take his hand off it. And then he puts it back inside his cloak. "If you are up to the task, I would be glad to discuss details, but I am not sure you will manage alone, no offence"
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Horros hears gold coins jingle, he looks around "maybe there was nothing " he thought all there was in this place was a innkeeper who needs to shave his face, a family, a plump guy, some dwarfs, a cloaked guy,a person who probably wrote a library of parchment paper, and a guy who makes the sun jealous of his light. Horros thinks 'I wonder if I can help the cloaked figure" He begins to walk towards the two men before second guessing himself is this right should I go to him Then realizing the opportunity he walks towards the man before stopping by the man with water and knocking it over "accidentally".... Oops
Erik walks into the bar and says, "Got some beer here? Wouldn't be a tavern if you didn't." He then sits down and waits for a beer at a the right-ish end of the bar. After getting a beer and drinking it he overhears the cloaked man's conversation with Barnabas and decides if the man offers enough he might go over and ask to join.
Barnabas chokes on his ale, "Business you say, while why didn't you start off with that. Adventuring may not be my cup of tea sir, but Business and acquisitions, lets talk." Barnabas looks about the room, the number of locals has been eclipsed by a strange and motley crew, his smile returning to its grandeur, (It never left yet grew even larger). "I am sure we can rouse a couple of these folk to help your cause, by hook or by crook I always say." Fixing his overly tight waistcoat, ruffling his hair, calling for a round of ales for whoever is interested in this mans tale, he makes himself respectable, and attentive, "Do go on sir, you had a tale to tell, well, waiting all day aint getting the job done, now lets hear it and be on course to 'acquiring' what is yours."
Picking up her papers, Ash 'wandered' over to the small crowd gathering at the cloaked figure's table, trying not to make it look too deliberate. The lure of coin on its own didn't interest her too much, as she had enough to last for a while, but this 'item' that this person was looking for . . . Whoever this was, they couldn't be making themselves look more suspicious if they tried on purpose. As far as Ash was concerned, that was enough justification to appropriate whatever this item was, if it was magical in nature, for herself when she found it. And if it wasn't, she'd at least have a chance to make some extra coin this way.
"You need some help finding an item?" she asked the cloaked figure, peering at him, trying to see beneath his robes. "What sort of item, exactly?"
Perception check - 19
Melchior stood in an instant avoiding the water droplets with pristine accuracy, and in one fluid motion, turned towards the table with the man and his… heavier pal.
“Excuse me good sirs, I happened to overhear you mention business.” He seemed to brighten up when mentioning the money, but swiftly hid his feelings of greed and continued, “I would love to hear more about this acquisition.”
He sat down beside the gentlemanly half-elf, beginning to slowly clear the muck off the area in front of him, keeping himself from dirtying the robes given to him by the goddess, and listening intently for any mention of money.
Erik hears more people gather and walks over, he says:
"Hello there, good man, I heard that there was money on the line for retrieving something. Is that true?"
After a brutal mess up Horros walked up wiping off water
I heard you will pay for work? He said to the cloaked man
"Yes. While I was travelling here, some goblins ambushed me. Although I could handle them easily enough, they were not actually after a fight, but my gear. I killed two of them but by that time, some others had snuck into my saddlebags and ran off with a miniature chest. By itself it is useless, but I need it to summon the actual chest back from the ethereal plane. The chest is currently empty, save a few herbs for spells which I can replace if needed, however it would be an inconvenience to have to get a new chest. I will give you 15gp each if you could get the chest for me. That on top of anything else you might find at their camp should be ample reward."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Erik turns to the cloaked man and says, "I think that a measly 15gp is not enough to risk our life for a stranger. I think 50 is hardly fair for us." Persuasion: 21
"There seems to be 5 of you. That is already a total of 75gp, which by my calculations could have a total of 150 nights staying here. Hardly a sum to laugh at. Not to mention all the additional supplies the goblins will likely have being the robbers they are." he pulls a notebook out and does some quick calculations, looking back up after 30 seconds. "I can increase it to 100gp total. So 20gp each. That is probably more than anyone else would offer you to fight some goblins."
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
"That seems fair enough for us, however, safety is in numbers. I will join if three others do as well. I believe that number has been hit, so I am ready to go."