(The Young Bucks Tavern in the town of Calla is a place like many others. On this early evening, the Tavern is only about half full of your usual tradesmen, farmers and assorted other townspeople. Everyone is drinking and eating and generally having a good time. A young Half-Elf serving boy, Jack, floats around bringing everyone their food and ale.
The door opens and a young Human Man enters. He appears to be a Cleric of some sort, wearing heavy armor, a Mace and Shield across her back. The man looks around, finds what he is looking for and walks over to the table where a motley crew of adventurers sit, staring at him intently as he silently pulls up a chair and takes a seat. The table has a sign on it that reads ‘1st time adventurers meet here’.)
"Ah, splendid! It looks like you all made it!"
(The tavern owner, a rotund and jolly-looking fellow of about 40 with thinning black hair appears at the side of the table, smiling and holding what appears to be an envelope.)
"My name is Willfred, I am the owner of this fine establishment. Glad you all could make it. Your mutual friend has asked me to read this to you when you all arrived."
(He now opens it and takes out the enclosed letter. Unfolding it, he begins to read.)
Greetings, adventurers!
It is I, Craig, your friendly neighborhood shop keeper! You are all here because you all expressed interest in teaming up with other like-minded folks and going on adventures. I had all of your names on my LIST and I think all of you would be a good fit together. I hope I am correct. Take some time to get to know each other; I’m sure you’ll all become fast friends. Go forth and make your mark on the world!
Best of Luck!
Craig
(The assembled adventurers look around the table at each other. Willfred takes a little bow as he backs away.)
"Oh, this IS a good-looking group. You'll do well, very well indeed. Please let me know if I can be of any assistance to you."
(The crew looks each other over and sits for a few moments, until one of them rises up and begins to speak...)
DM's Notes: Ok, folks, go ahead and introduce your character to each other and give a brief description about your appearance, etc. No need to give your whole backstory, just introduce your character as they would introduce themselves. Looking forward to this! :)
Also, I hope I can ask a favor from you guys. Can you please go into your signature and add your character like I have to the bottom of your posts? Name, Human and Class. It's under Profile, Edit Profile, and there's a spot there for Signature. It would help me remember who's who faster. Thanks a lot.
"Greetings, I am Xanlanann. I look forward to adventure and treasure" says a Half-Elf sitting at the table as he places a closed fist against his chest and bows his head slightly.
He is a little shorter than average height for a Half-Elf, and very gangly. He has a slight blue hint to his skin, short cropped black hair, and solid grey eyes. He wears simple leather armor with a rapier hanging at his waist and daggers tucked into his belt and boots.
“Hmm?” The white-haired man at the table looked up from the battered and worn book he’d been reading. As he moved, the hair that covered the scarred, burned left side of his face slipped away. “Oh, we’re talking now?”
He stood with a scrape of his chair and smiled at the rest of the group. Or perhaps he only half-smiled, since the part of his mouth on the burned side of his face didn’t even twitch.
“Greetings. My name’s Erhorn. I’m a bit of a hermit.” His mouth twisted into that crooked half-smile again, as though at a personal joke. “I have a bit of magic I can use and I was asked very politely to help with… whatever it is we’re doing.” He frowned, and again the burned half of his face let him down. “Now I come to think of it, what are we doing? Was I reading?”
And he sat abruptly and the crossbow on his back clattered sharply against the back of the chair. “Bloody thing,” he muttered, as he worked to release it from between the chair and his plain leather armour. It was likely that the rest of the group had never come across such an apparently graceless elf before.
"Adventure and treasure? I think we're going to get along well, Half-Elf." Says the human sitting across from him, circling the rim of his nearly empty flagon with his index finger, as he shoots Xanlanann a friendly, if slightly coy smile. His voice sounds refined, something other than common, and betrays his rugged appearance. His hair, dark brown, is short and well taken care of, swept to one side in a side parting, though the stubble on his face has not been given the same level of care. The bags under his eyes tell of a man who tends to not retire to bed until the early hours of a new morning. His bow sits on his back, along with a quiver of arrows, and his long sword is sheathed at his side.
"My name is Frederick We-ahem. Warren. My name is Frederick Warren." He reaches up and scratches his stubbly chin. "I hope our time adventuring together is..." He reaches for his flagon, raising it. "Most profitable." He smiles at his companions, before tilting his head back and gulping down a mouthful of ale.
"Looks like we are all looking for a great time aye?" Said the human sitting at the table along with them in almost a musical tone. One problem though, His gaze was not on the other gathered at the table but the fine ladies that happen to be in this fine establishment. Others found this trait disgusting and revolting of a man, but Eiji on the other found this as an important trade in life.
Standing up to get a better look at the lady he was getting a load of, you could see a few defining features. Eiji stood 5 feet and 11 inches tall, fair in skin color, pretty young looking, and had a massive afro sitting on top of his scalp.
Soon enough the lady caught on to Eiji walked over to him and gave him a swift smack across the face. This sent the poor man back into his chair slumped over. Now talking to the group at the table he sighed in disappointment and said "My name is Eiji, I look forward to meeting fine woman with you.
Eiji, Human Variant (lv1, Tomb of the Delian Order - One-Shot)
"Name's Walton Gibson, though you can all just call me Walton Gibson." A human fellow speaks from a corner of the table, his voice having a fairly distinctive drawl to it. He wears a wide-brimmed straw hat which casts a shadow over his face, which has the tan of a man well-accustomed to working in the sun, and is clad in a set of chain mail. A mace hangs at his hip, and a shield leans on the leg of his chair; he holds a simple silver holy symbol in his left hand, which is noticeably missing most of a pointer finger.
"I ain't here for gold, but for glory and adventure!" Walton proudly announces, slamming his fist down on the table and coming dangerously close to spilling his cup of wine.
"Alright, maybe for some gold. Just because I'm a priest doesn't mean I'm a saint." He admits after a few moments of awkward silence.
(Willfred comes back to the table with Jack in tow, who is carrying a round of ale for you all. Jack serves you all your drinks as Willfred looks on, a smile on his face.)
"On the house, of course."
(The Tavern owner looks you all over appreciatively.)
"Well, it looks like Master Craig has done it again."
(He sees you all looking at him, and senses he may have spoken out of turn.)
"I mean, of course, that lots of adventuring parties have found each other thru Craig's list. He's very good at making matches. Forgive me for being so bold, but I think he's done well bringing you 5 together. Very interesting, very interesting indeed. I mean, you have this fellow here (he motions to Xanlanann) who looks cunning and shady, in the best way, of course. Very dangerous. This spellcaster here (he points at Erhorn) who looks like he could rain down some powerful magic. A Bard! Why, this man here (he motions at Eiji) who can inspire you all to great deeds. This Ranger will make sure you are never lost in the forest (he nods at Fredrick) And this strong, holy warrior (he motions to Walton) who can keep you all safe with his strong defenses and healing."
(Willfred clears his throat.)
"Well, enough about that. Please enjoy your ale, and let me know if I can help in any way."
(Willfred and Jack back off and let you all get to know each other. The ale loosens you up somewhat, and you slowly start to get used to each other. Mostly. About 45 minutes or so pass along this way, when...
Suddenly, a large, red-headed man in a black leather apron bursts thru the door, his muscular arms bleeding from some pretty gnarly gashes. A look of panic and terror is on his face, which is dirty and starting to swell up and bruise. He looks like someone beat the hell out of him.
“Bess!” he yells. “They got my Bess!”
He drops down to his knees and starts sobbing as the crowd starts to gather round.
Frederick rubs his hands together fervently at the sight of another flagon of ale making its way towards him. "Much appreciated!" As soon as his flagon reaches him, he gets to work on it, taking the first of many sips.
The sound of the tavern door slamming open momentarily stuns the ranger, who looks over with muted interest, and an eyebrow raised. Frederick doesn't immediately get up and leap into action. Leaning back in his chair, much like Xan, he sips on his ale, but keeps a very keen eye on the red headed man. For now, he will wait to see how this progresses on its own.
Eiji watched as Jack approached the table. The closer he came the bigger Eiji's smile had grown. He wasn't too big on drinking, but after that slap, he received earlier? He'd like to plunge that out of his body with this sweet sweet ale. Once received Eiji chugged away stopping briefly to thank the server lad.
Suddenly the swing of the tavern door slamming open caught Eiji's attention. He was curious to who could swing a door like that. Right, when things were calming down he heard someone's plea followed by sobs. He stood up and looked and the group of mates at the table with him and said: "Fella's, looks like the start of our adventure awaits us." Following that He'd head over and submerge with the crowd to get some more information on what's happening.
"Bess," said Erhorn without looking up from his book. The grey skin of his brow creased, and he stared into the middle distance as the word apparently percolated its way into his consciousness. "Wait. Bess?" He turned in his seat to look around at the dishevelled man on the floor. "Is Bess a mule, a woman or a musical instrument?" He hesitated for less than a second, as if being prodded by some internal voice, "and is there some kind of reward or something similar? I was told to ask by a friend."
He looked around distractedly as his elbow jogged the tankard of ale in front of him, and a few suds splashed over the side and onto the table.
"Did someone leave their drink here without me noticing?"
Frederick's hand slithered across the table to Erhorn's tankard. "Well if you don't want it..." The opportunity for more ale had momentarily distracted the human from watching Eiji join the masses surrounding the red headed man.
"Reward? This poor man lost his wife, mule, or musical instrument and all you think of is a reward?" Walton chastised, before walking through the amassed crowd, shooing people out of his way.
"Sir, what happened?" The priest inquired of the sobbing man. "Who is Bess, and what got her?"
(Jack the Serving Boy hears Xan's insensitive comment and comes up to him, an upset look on his face.)
"Bess is my friend, you jerk!"
(Jack kicks Xanlanann right in the shin, dealing 1 damage. Xan lets out a curse and hops in pain as Jack quickly runs away for fear of retribution. Luckily for Xan, everyone else was too distracted to notice his comment.
Walton is closest and seems to be the most concerned of the bunch, questioning the man as the rest of the tavern gathers round, murmuring noisily.)
"Rickard! What's happened?"
(Willfred rushes to the side of the fallen man, who is still very distraught. His injuries, though numerous, do not seem to be the main source of his despair. He tries to compose himself, trying to answer in between sobs.)
"Gob... goblins. They broke into my workshop. I-I-I tried to stop them... I think I even killed one of them. But there were too many. They stabbed at me and beat me with clubs and... when I woke up my daughter was... gone!"
(Rickard quietly sobs as the crowd murmurs their disbelief. WIllfred starts explaining things to the party, who is gathered around.)
"Rickard is the Blacksmith here. And Bess, sweet little Bess is his 8 year-old daughter. She means the world to him. All he has ever since his wife passed a few years ago."
(A look of sudden realization appears on Willfred's face, a smile on his lips.)
"Rickard, my friend, don't despair! Look here! These here fine folks (he points towards the party) are skilled adventurers!"
“You-you’re adventurers? Please, you’ve got to help me! If I lost my Bess, I… I… I can pay you! I don’t have much, but I would give all the gold I have in the world if you can get my daughter back to me safely. Will you help me? Please, I beg you!”
(Rickard throws himself, both figuratively and literally, at the feet of the party, begging for help. The party begins to talk amongst themselves.)
Frederick rises, not long after Xan does likewise to inquire about rewards, while the red headed man, Rickard, begins to give context for his sorrow. As he passes his new Half-Elf companion, Frederick attempts to hide a snicker at Xan receiving a kick to the shin, though perhaps intentionally does a poor job of hiding it.
Frederick's face drops a little at the mention of the daughter. He stops at the back of the crowd of people, listening more intently now as Wilfred explains further, filling in the blanks with a calmer mind than the bloodied and bruised blacksmith. Once Rickard has said his final piece, Frederick pushes through the crowd assertively.
"Okay okay. Pick yourself up, Blacksmith." Frederick urges him, before hunching down, to be closer to his level. "What can you tell us? We're going to need anything you can remember to help us along." He strokes his stubbled chin, in thought.He looks over Rickard's physical injuries, intently, remembering something he had said a moment ago. "You said you managed to kill one? Good on you, Smith."
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Xan receive a look of palpable disappointment from Walton, who was shaking his head.
"The payment doesn't matter. Did you see where the goblins went, perchance? It would be of great help to us." The priest kindly questioned, before saying a short prayer in Celestial.
This was, in fact, a casting of Healing Word on Rickard the Blacksmith.
Eiji being in the crowd he listened carefully for clues in what the smith said. Trusting that his band of adventurers would ask all the right questions. Soon enough Eiji grew tired of being with the crowd. He made his way to the front and crouched down next to the emotionally distraught Smith and would place his hand on his back in hopes to help calm him down while he was being healed.
(Walton takes action by casting Healing Word on the man. Most of the small cuts are instantly healed and his bruising face seems better, but he is still in a bit of rough shape. The rest of the party is more sympathetic to the poor, distraught Blacksmith. Except for Xan. What a jerk.)
"Does... does that mean you'll help me? Thank you! Bless you all!"
(The grateful Blacksmith goes around thanking the adventurers, alternately hugging and enthusiastically shaking the hands of the brave party who has agreed to help him. He thinks for a moment before speaking.)
"As far as where they could have taken her... I haven't got a clue. I mean, I didn't even know there were goblins in these parts. I think there were 5 or 6, I'm not sure, it all happened so fast. I'm pretty sure there's a dead goblin in my workshop, maybe we can figure out where they went if we go back there? It's on the north edge of town."
(The Young Bucks Tavern in the town of Calla is a place like many others. On this early evening, the Tavern is only about half full of your usual tradesmen, farmers and assorted other townspeople. Everyone is drinking and eating and generally having a good time. A young Half-Elf serving boy, Jack, floats around bringing everyone their food and ale.
The door opens and a young Human Man enters. He appears to be a Cleric of some sort, wearing heavy armor, a Mace and Shield across her back. The man looks around, finds what he is looking for and walks over to the table where a motley crew of adventurers sit, staring at him intently as he silently pulls up a chair and takes a seat. The table has a sign on it that reads ‘1st time adventurers meet here’.)
"Ah, splendid! It looks like you all made it!"
(The tavern owner, a rotund and jolly-looking fellow of about 40 with thinning black hair appears at the side of the table, smiling and holding what appears to be an envelope.)
"My name is Willfred, I am the owner of this fine establishment. Glad you all could make it. Your mutual friend has asked me to read this to you when you all arrived."
(He now opens it and takes out the enclosed letter. Unfolding it, he begins to read.)
Greetings, adventurers!
It is I, Craig, your friendly neighborhood shop keeper! You are all here because you all expressed interest in teaming up with other like-minded folks and going on adventures. I had all of your names on my LIST and I think all of you would be a good fit together. I hope I am correct. Take some time to get to know each other; I’m sure you’ll all become fast friends. Go forth and make your mark on the world!
Best of Luck!
Craig
(The assembled adventurers look around the table at each other. Willfred takes a little bow as he backs away.)
"Oh, this IS a good-looking group. You'll do well, very well indeed. Please let me know if I can be of any assistance to you."
(The crew looks each other over and sits for a few moments, until one of them rises up and begins to speak...)
DM's Notes: Ok, folks, go ahead and introduce your character to each other and give a brief description about your appearance, etc. No need to give your whole backstory, just introduce your character as they would introduce themselves. Looking forward to this! :)
Also, I hope I can ask a favor from you guys. Can you please go into your signature and add your character like I have to the bottom of your posts? Name, Human and Class. It's under Profile, Edit Profile, and there's a spot there for Signature. It would help me remember who's who faster. Thanks a lot.
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
"Greetings, I am Xanlanann. I look forward to adventure and treasure" says a Half-Elf sitting at the table as he places a closed fist against his chest and bows his head slightly.
He is a little shorter than average height for a Half-Elf, and very gangly. He has a slight blue hint to his skin, short cropped black hair, and solid grey eyes. He wears simple leather armor with a rapier hanging at his waist and daggers tucked into his belt and boots.
Xanlanann - Half-Elf Rogue
“Hmm?” The white-haired man at the table looked up from the battered and worn book he’d been reading. As he moved, the hair that covered the scarred, burned left side of his face slipped away. “Oh, we’re talking now?”
He stood with a scrape of his chair and smiled at the rest of the group. Or perhaps he only half-smiled, since the part of his mouth on the burned side of his face didn’t even twitch.
“Greetings. My name’s Erhorn. I’m a bit of a hermit.” His mouth twisted into that crooked half-smile again, as though at a personal joke. “I have a bit of magic I can use and I was asked very politely to help with… whatever it is we’re doing.” He frowned, and again the burned half of his face let him down. “Now I come to think of it, what are we doing? Was I reading?”
And he sat abruptly and the crossbow on his back clattered sharply against the back of the chair. “Bloody thing,” he muttered, as he worked to release it from between the chair and his plain leather armour. It was likely that the rest of the group had never come across such an apparently graceless elf before.
"Adventure and treasure? I think we're going to get along well, Half-Elf." Says the human sitting across from him, circling the rim of his nearly empty flagon with his index finger, as he shoots Xanlanann a friendly, if slightly coy smile. His voice sounds refined, something other than common, and betrays his rugged appearance. His hair, dark brown, is short and well taken care of, swept to one side in a side parting, though the stubble on his face has not been given the same level of care. The bags under his eyes tell of a man who tends to not retire to bed until the early hours of a new morning. His bow sits on his back, along with a quiver of arrows, and his long sword is sheathed at his side.
"My name is Frederick We-ahem. Warren. My name is Frederick Warren." He reaches up and scratches his stubbly chin. "I hope our time adventuring together is..." He reaches for his flagon, raising it. "Most profitable." He smiles at his companions, before tilting his head back and gulping down a mouthful of ale.
Frederick - Human Ranger, Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1).
"Looks like we are all looking for a great time aye?" Said the human sitting at the table along with them in almost a musical tone. One problem though, His gaze was not on the other gathered at the table but the fine ladies that happen to be in this fine establishment. Others found this trait disgusting and revolting of a man, but Eiji on the other found this as an important trade in life.
Standing up to get a better look at the lady he was getting a load of, you could see a few defining features. Eiji stood 5 feet and 11 inches tall, fair in skin color, pretty young looking, and had a massive afro sitting on top of his scalp.
Soon enough the lady caught on to Eiji walked over to him and gave him a swift smack across the face. This sent the poor man back into his chair slumped over. Now talking to the group at the table he sighed in disappointment and said "My name is Eiji, I look forward to meeting fine woman with you.
Eiji, Human Variant (lv1, Tomb of the Delian Order - One-Shot)
"Name's Walton Gibson, though you can all just call me Walton Gibson." A human fellow speaks from a corner of the table, his voice having a fairly distinctive drawl to it. He wears a wide-brimmed straw hat which casts a shadow over his face, which has the tan of a man well-accustomed to working in the sun, and is clad in a set of chain mail. A mace hangs at his hip, and a shield leans on the leg of his chair; he holds a simple silver holy symbol in his left hand, which is noticeably missing most of a pointer finger.
"I ain't here for gold, but for glory and adventure!" Walton proudly announces, slamming his fist down on the table and coming dangerously close to spilling his cup of wine.
"Alright, maybe for some gold. Just because I'm a priest doesn't mean I'm a saint." He admits after a few moments of awkward silence.
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
(Willfred comes back to the table with Jack in tow, who is carrying a round of ale for you all. Jack serves you all your drinks as Willfred looks on, a smile on his face.)
"On the house, of course."
(The Tavern owner looks you all over appreciatively.)
"Well, it looks like Master Craig has done it again."
(He sees you all looking at him, and senses he may have spoken out of turn.)
"I mean, of course, that lots of adventuring parties have found each other thru Craig's list. He's very good at making matches. Forgive me for being so bold, but I think he's done well bringing you 5 together. Very interesting, very interesting indeed. I mean, you have this fellow here (he motions to Xanlanann) who looks cunning and shady, in the best way, of course. Very dangerous. This spellcaster here (he points at Erhorn) who looks like he could rain down some powerful magic. A Bard! Why, this man here (he motions at Eiji) who can inspire you all to great deeds. This Ranger will make sure you are never lost in the forest (he nods at Fredrick) And this strong, holy warrior (he motions to Walton) who can keep you all safe with his strong defenses and healing."
(Willfred clears his throat.)
"Well, enough about that. Please enjoy your ale, and let me know if I can help in any way."
(Willfred and Jack back off and let you all get to know each other. The ale loosens you up somewhat, and you slowly start to get used to each other. Mostly. About 45 minutes or so pass along this way, when...
Suddenly, a large, red-headed man in a black leather apron bursts thru the door, his muscular arms bleeding from some pretty gnarly gashes. A look of panic and terror is on his face, which is dirty and starting to swell up and bruise. He looks like someone beat the hell out of him.
“Bess!” he yells. “They got my Bess!”
He drops down to his knees and starts sobbing as the crowd starts to gather round.
(What do you all do?)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
Xanlanann closes his eyes and leans back in his chair, then continues drinking his ale
Xanlanann - Half-Elf Rogue
Frederick rubs his hands together fervently at the sight of another flagon of ale making its way towards him. "Much appreciated!" As soon as his flagon reaches him, he gets to work on it, taking the first of many sips.
The sound of the tavern door slamming open momentarily stuns the ranger, who looks over with muted interest, and an eyebrow raised. Frederick doesn't immediately get up and leap into action. Leaning back in his chair, much like Xan, he sips on his ale, but keeps a very keen eye on the red headed man. For now, he will wait to see how this progresses on its own.
Eiji watched as Jack approached the table. The closer he came the bigger Eiji's smile had grown. He wasn't too big on drinking, but after that slap, he received earlier? He'd like to plunge that out of his body with this sweet sweet ale. Once received Eiji chugged away stopping briefly to thank the server lad.
Suddenly the swing of the tavern door slamming open caught Eiji's attention. He was curious to who could swing a door like that. Right, when things were calming down he heard someone's plea followed by sobs. He stood up and looked and the group of mates at the table with him and said: "Fella's, looks like the start of our adventure awaits us." Following that He'd head over and submerge with the crowd to get some more information on what's happening.
"Bess," said Erhorn without looking up from his book. The grey skin of his brow creased, and he stared into the middle distance as the word apparently percolated its way into his consciousness. "Wait. Bess?" He turned in his seat to look around at the dishevelled man on the floor. "Is Bess a mule, a woman or a musical instrument?" He hesitated for less than a second, as if being prodded by some internal voice, "and is there some kind of reward or something similar? I was told to ask by a friend."
He looked around distractedly as his elbow jogged the tankard of ale in front of him, and a few suds splashed over the side and onto the table.
"Did someone leave their drink here without me noticing?"
Frederick's hand slithered across the table to Erhorn's tankard. "Well if you don't want it..." The opportunity for more ale had momentarily distracted the human from watching Eiji join the masses surrounding the red headed man.
"Reward? This poor man lost his wife, mule, or musical instrument and all you think of is a reward?" Walton chastised, before walking through the amassed crowd, shooing people out of his way.
"Sir, what happened?" The priest inquired of the sobbing man. "Who is Bess, and what got her?"
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Xanlanann stands and walks over as well. "And what is Bess' return worth to you?"
Xanlanann - Half-Elf Rogue
(Jack the Serving Boy hears Xan's insensitive comment and comes up to him, an upset look on his face.)
"Bess is my friend, you jerk!"
(Jack kicks Xanlanann right in the shin, dealing 1 damage. Xan lets out a curse and hops in pain as Jack quickly runs away for fear of retribution. Luckily for Xan, everyone else was too distracted to notice his comment.
Walton is closest and seems to be the most concerned of the bunch, questioning the man as the rest of the tavern gathers round, murmuring noisily.)
"Rickard! What's happened?"
(Willfred rushes to the side of the fallen man, who is still very distraught. His injuries, though numerous, do not seem to be the main source of his despair. He tries to compose himself, trying to answer in between sobs.)
"Gob... goblins. They broke into my workshop. I-I-I tried to stop them... I think I even killed one of them. But there were too many. They stabbed at me and beat me with clubs and... when I woke up my daughter was... gone!"
(Rickard quietly sobs as the crowd murmurs their disbelief. WIllfred starts explaining things to the party, who is gathered around.)
"Rickard is the Blacksmith here. And Bess, sweet little Bess is his 8 year-old daughter. She means the world to him. All he has ever since his wife passed a few years ago."
(A look of sudden realization appears on Willfred's face, a smile on his lips.)
"Rickard, my friend, don't despair! Look here! These here fine folks (he points towards the party) are skilled adventurers!"
“You-you’re adventurers? Please, you’ve got to help me! If I lost my Bess, I… I… I can pay you! I don’t have much, but I would give all the gold I have in the world if you can get my daughter back to me safely. Will you help me? Please, I beg you!”
(Rickard throws himself, both figuratively and literally, at the feet of the party, begging for help. The party begins to talk amongst themselves.)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
Frederick rises, not long after Xan does likewise to inquire about rewards, while the red headed man, Rickard, begins to give context for his sorrow. As he passes his new Half-Elf companion, Frederick attempts to hide a snicker at Xan receiving a kick to the shin, though perhaps intentionally does a poor job of hiding it.
Frederick's face drops a little at the mention of the daughter. He stops at the back of the crowd of people, listening more intently now as Wilfred explains further, filling in the blanks with a calmer mind than the bloodied and bruised blacksmith. Once Rickard has said his final piece, Frederick pushes through the crowd assertively.
"Okay okay. Pick yourself up, Blacksmith." Frederick urges him, before hunching down, to be closer to his level. "What can you tell us? We're going to need anything you can remember to help us along." He strokes his stubbled chin, in thought. He looks over Rickard's physical injuries, intently, remembering something he had said a moment ago. "You said you managed to kill one? Good on you, Smith."
Xanlanann makes a mental note of the child that kicked him and watches where he ran off to.
"How much is everything you have? And how many goblins did you see?"
Xanlanann - Half-Elf Rogue
Xan receive a look of palpable disappointment from Walton, who was shaking his head.
"The payment doesn't matter. Did you see where the goblins went, perchance? It would be of great help to us." The priest kindly questioned, before saying a short prayer in Celestial.
This was, in fact, a casting of Healing Word on Rickard the Blacksmith.
(Healing Word: 4)
"That should mend your injuries, I believe."
Walton Gibson - Human Cleric, Level 1
Eiji being in the crowd he listened carefully for clues in what the smith said. Trusting that his band of adventurers would ask all the right questions. Soon enough Eiji grew tired of being with the crowd. He made his way to the front and crouched down next to the emotionally distraught Smith and would place his hand on his back in hopes to help calm him down while he was being healed.
(Walton takes action by casting Healing Word on the man. Most of the small cuts are instantly healed and his bruising face seems better, but he is still in a bit of rough shape. The rest of the party is more sympathetic to the poor, distraught Blacksmith. Except for Xan. What a jerk.)
"Does... does that mean you'll help me? Thank you! Bless you all!"
(The grateful Blacksmith goes around thanking the adventurers, alternately hugging and enthusiastically shaking the hands of the brave party who has agreed to help him. He thinks for a moment before speaking.)
"As far as where they could have taken her... I haven't got a clue. I mean, I didn't even know there were goblins in these parts. I think there were 5 or 6, I'm not sure, it all happened so fast. I'm pretty sure there's a dead goblin in my workshop, maybe we can figure out where they went if we go back there? It's on the north edge of town."
(He looks at you all expectantly.)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)