Once everyone signed the legal paper amarondor takes it and looks it over, giving you all a nod of approval. "Good luck on your mission." He says as he gets to his feet, slipping the contract through a slot in the desk and letting it slip out of sight. At that moment the door opens and Quilla stands there once more. "Quilla, right on time as usual." amarondor says. "They will be traveling to Salt Marsh it seems." he says with a smile for her. "Very well." Quilla gives him a nod of acceptance. "If you will follow me, we can get you the items you will need to perform franchise work." She turns and pauses long enough for you to all catch up, then heads off down the lavishly decorated hall once more. her walk is brisk, not giving you much time to dally or to ask her questions. The walk is a bit longer this time though, going nearly around to the far side of the level. You come to a plain-looking door this time, which she opens to reveal a storage room. Inside is gear that is related to the various positions of a franchise. cartographer tools, horns, calligrapher’s supplies, etc. She looks you each over and starts handing out the items, somehow knowing who should get what. If asked how she just smiles and continues to work on getting everyone the things they need.
Once everyone is equipped with their franchise equipment, she leads you around and back to a door close to where you had your meeting. Opening this door she waves you inside and then closes the door with her inside with you.
"We have a very expediant way of getting you to where you need to go." She explains as she moves to the far side of the room and says a command word. Immediatly the wall there forms a door that she reaches out and grasps the handle of, pulling it inward. It opens up into a small room. Leading the way through. You all feel a bit of a jolt as you step across, but it passes quickly. "Welcome to your headquarters." Quilla says as the door behind you simply disappears, leaving no sign of its existance. "It is locally known as The Tower of Zenopus..." Looking around you quickly realize you are no longer in Waterdeep, but are in a tower with a graveyard near it and cliffs overlooking a sea below. "I will let you get settled." Quilla says then, moving to a set of stairs. "I have a room here already." She explains, starting up.
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The tower has several floors, which include a dungeon below. There are rooms for you to set up for yourselves, plus a room with empty shelves for books, a kitchen, and other items a tower would be expected to have. You can come up with a detailed description of the tower if you wish to do so.
"Well it is time to get settled, then mates," says Orgen lifting a chest and proceeding to walk downstairs. He walks down until he finds what at one point in time was a fairly large storeroom in the middle of the tower. He stores the chest in a corner and puts his bag down next to it, but opts to keep his weaponry in case they were heading out soon.
Orgen was tall by dwarf standards standing as tall as some shorter humans. From what he told the party he was once part of the dwarven military forces but decided to take to the life of adventuring instead after his training. For those who have dealt with common soldiers before Orgen seemed to be a bit different from them. Orgen seemed highly curious about his new companions asking where they come from, and what drove them to become adventurers. He was also highly literate at the headquarters he asked to borrow a quill and parchment, and at times would jot down any information that seemed to catch his interest. However, other than that he looked like any other soldier you met in the past and looked to be as fierce as any Dwarf you met.
“I’ll be taking the dungeon,” says Grahl with a tone that suggests a decision as opposed to seeking confirmation from his new allies that this is acceptable. “I’m sure I will be spending plenty of time down here anyways and...I don’t generally mind the sound of screaming...reminds me of the orc tribe nursery I was raised in.”
He casts a wicked grin and slaps Orgen on the back, “Say there dwarf, how’s about we pitch back a few tankards later, eh? We can swap stories about how I killed some of your kinfolk and ye mine!” Grahl gives him a wink to let him know he is just joking around, although what he said about killing kinfolks is probably true.
"As long as your buying, I'll be happy to tell you how I lived up to my name of Shield-Breaker. Be ready to start a tab," says Orgen with a chuckle. Watching the Half-Orc go down the stairs, Orgen decides to head back up to what looked to be the common area of the tower. Conveniently there was a large round oak table sitting middle with enough chairs to seat 12 people around. Taking a sit in one on them Orgen waits for the party to finish unpacking and reconvene int the common area.
Although Alek didn't know these people all too well, having met them only recently in the Dragon Company's HQ, it felt quite natural for them to delve into their first adventure together. The Sorcerer himself had rarely problems to adjust to new situations. After all, he had been on the move for the better part of his life. After Quilla left to give them a chance to get settled in their new base of operations, he went through their new rooms determined to find himself quaters with a nice outlook over the sea. "If you dont mind guys I will take this room for now. I'd sell my grandmother for a good view.", he explained to his companions half-joking. Truth be told, Alek would sell his grandmother for less, she always had been an awful person. He spent a brief moment to unpack the most necessary items for his new job and placed them carefully atop the large table in his room. After the Sorcerer finished, he joined the dwarf Ogrenin in what seemed to be a conference or maybe common room. He chose his seat randomly but was rather pleased with his choice after he sat down. "I've never had an offical base of operations before.", he would have never admitted it, but he was actually pretty excited by these latest developments.
"Give Dezlo a moment to be getting Ruff settled and she will be joinings you in a moment. It is good they have given us such big accommodations; it is looking like we might be needing all the room, yes?" the kobold trailed in after the rest of the group, large dog padding along after her on a thread of rope. Bright orange and spry, her large ears swiveled around as she turned to look around at their new abode.
"Dezlo will be taking the top-most room available if there is being no objections?" Clawed feet and paws wander up the staircase as far up as many floors as possible, and she happily unties her mastiff to wander their new room after dropping her own bag and removing the dog's saddle and bags. After a life spent wandering where the wind took her, it was a little strange to have some form of a permanent residence. It was a novelty she was all too willing to indulge in while it was available to her. The bed in particular, built to fit a large man, was an especially luxurious inclusion. She'd have to inspect her new quarters more closely and unpack properly later though - more pressing matters needed to be addressed back down the stairs.
A few minutes spent settling her dog and she was back downstairs, nimbly heaving herself up into one of the chairs round the table, letting her tail dangle off the side to avoid uncomfortably pressing it into the base of the seat. An ear twitches around to catch what Alek says, and the small lizard excitedly stands in her seat and spreads out her arms as she responds, emphatic. She has no reservations making it known how excited this entire thing has her. "Dezlo has also not had such a nice place to be staying at and call her own before! Is a very big change, but a good one I am thinking. Lots of room for us to grow and many adventures for us to be having! Going to be interesting to see how this place changes over time!"
GRAHL TO DEZLO: “Well, you’re rather ‘colorful’ for a Kobold...in more ways that one, it seems. What dragon’s clutch or drow slave pen did ye abscond from? And will they be looking to retrieve ye anytime soon?”
Red skin, tall and muscled hobgoblin, while making big noise,gently drags to the main room his big backpack, few bags of tinker tools, wrapped together books with some strange signs on them, recently received cartographer gear and some loosely jamed jars with strange ingredients. On his back one can see a big crossbow. Second one much smaller is bind to his waist. He takes a good look around and nods with appreciation
"Me fink... Lookz we 'ave nice lookin' 'ause 'ere"
He double checks if he has everything.
"Aye, me needz two roomz. One fo' me wo'kshoppa an' one me zelf... Dat dungeon ain't lookin' bad at all. Will uze one of de bottomz one for me workz."
He pats Dezlo on her head as she rest in the chair. It is rough gesture but friendly. "Aye. Me will take room nextz de orange"
To Grahl:"Ah, thank you mush for complimenting Dezlo's scales, but am needing to correct you a bit! Dezlo is not a kobold; Dezlo is a dragon! Don't worry though, is easy mistake; Dezlo is only being a very small dragon after all." A toothy grin full of needle-point fangs spreads across her muzzle, blue eyes scrunching closed in mirth. Her claws move to rest on the table as she leans forward to better see and be seen. "And there is being no one looking for Dezlo except maybe Ruff when he is wanting to be fed, hehe. Is a very good dog, but maybe likes his food too much, yes?"
The sudden rough hand pressing down on her ears and horns was unexpected and threw her forward and down a bit, though she caught her balance and righted herself easily enough. It was an overly familiar gesture and one she wasn't sure she enjoyed. Bringing it up would just be a hassle at the current moment though, and it was already done with anyway. Slightly annoyed but still mostly enthusiastic, she turned to the rest of the table again.
"Do we have a plan for what we is doing first once everyone gets settled? We was told there was a house with a hauntings in it; is anyone knowing more about that?"
GRAHL TO HOBGOBLIN: “Sorry mate, dungeon’s been spoken for already...what with all the interrogatin’ I’m bound to be doin’ as the recently sworn-in franchise obviator it seems more suited to my needs than yours...but you can have the extra room I’ve left empty upstairs...” Grahl props his elbow up as he stands inside the doorway leading down to the dungeon. “Of course, you can always come down and let me practice my, uh, questioning techniques...”
GRAHL TO DEZLO: “Dragon, eh? Well beggin’ ye pardon then...I hope ye won’t scorch the flesh from me bones with yer fiery breath! Tell me, ancient one, are ye a chromatic or a metallic dragon? I’ve heard that sometimes makes a difference in whether one should worry about being eaten or not.”
TO GRAHL:"Dezlo is not being the fire-breathing kind of dragon, luckily for Dezlo's foes! More like the sword fighting cuts you to bitsy pieces kind, heh. Though Dezlo is not so sure if Dezlo is a metal-ly or a colorful dragon - orange is a very beautiful-ish color but it's not very shiny, and Dezlo is not thinking Tiamat is having an orange head." Her little head titls some as she considers the question, before shaking the thoughts away.
"May be best to just say Dezlo is a Dezlo kind of dragon and leave it at that, perhaps."
GRAHL TO LUPIN: “Yer on! And if’n I win, the ye gots to curtsy to the first bugbear we come across and ask ‘im out ona date! Let’s see what ye got in them gobby biceps!” Grahl plants himself into a chair at the table and props an elbow up to receive Lupin’s challenge. “Say, does this place come equipped with a barwench? We could all use a drink!” he bellows to no one in particular.
GRAHL TO DEZLO: “A Dezlo dragon! Come to think of it, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen an orange wyrm before...ye must be a rare one indeed! Now watch as I show the goblin’s uncle how to arm wrestle.” Dezlo can smell rum on Grahl’s breath.
Palisade will let them a talk amongst themselves for now as he looks for a room that is only large enough for him to store his weapons and himself since he is by far the largest memeber of the group standing over 7ft tall. Unlike smaller Warforged he is made of metal upon even more metal, clanging with each step.
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It didn't take long for the banter to start. Naturally, the distribution of space caused the first minor stir, but nothing that couldn't be settled by an arm-wrestle contest it seemed. Alek suddenly realised that he was traveling with quite the motley collection of companions. While dwarves and half-orcs were a common sigth in the north, the human never had the company of kobolds and hobgoblins let alone a warforged. He almost felt out of place, sitting there with his short blond hair and icy blue eyes, curious about how this will play out.
Dezlo took in the scene unfolding with interest, wondering exactly how this would play out. upon hearing the request for a countdown, the kobold drew herself up.
"Alright, Dezlo will be countings for you then! Try to win the arm fight when Dezlo says go! Starting to counts now! One! Two! three! GO!"
Palisade stares at the dwarf as if he was trying to figure out just what was being said to him. Once he felt he knew enough he gave a nod. "Do as you will but do not forget to be ready for our assignment." His voice sounds like a man's but with out some of the inflection a normal humanoid would have.
Once everyone signed the legal paper amarondor takes it and looks it over, giving you all a nod of approval.
"Good luck on your mission." He says as he gets to his feet, slipping the contract through a slot in the desk and letting it slip out of sight. At that moment the door opens and Quilla stands there once more. "Quilla, right on time as usual." amarondor says. "They will be traveling to Salt Marsh it seems." he says with a smile for her.
"Very well." Quilla gives him a nod of acceptance. "If you will follow me, we can get you the items you will need to perform franchise work." She turns and pauses long enough for you to all catch up, then heads off down the lavishly decorated hall once more. her walk is brisk, not giving you much time to dally or to ask her questions. The walk is a bit longer this time though, going nearly around to the far side of the level. You come to a plain-looking door this time, which she opens to reveal a storage room. Inside is gear that is related to the various positions of a franchise. cartographer tools, horns, calligrapher’s supplies, etc. She looks you each over and starts handing out the items, somehow knowing who should get what. If asked how she just smiles and continues to work on getting everyone the things they need.
Once everyone is equipped with their franchise equipment, she leads you around and back to a door close to where you had your meeting. Opening this door she waves you inside and then closes the door with her inside with you.
"We have a very expediant way of getting you to where you need to go." She explains as she moves to the far side of the room and says a command word. Immediatly the wall there forms a door that she reaches out and grasps the handle of, pulling it inward. It opens up into a small room. Leading the way through. You all feel a bit of a jolt as you step across, but it passes quickly.
"Welcome to your headquarters." Quilla says as the door behind you simply disappears, leaving no sign of its existance. "It is locally known as The Tower of Zenopus..." Looking around you quickly realize you are no longer in Waterdeep, but are in a tower with a graveyard near it and cliffs overlooking a sea below. "I will let you get settled." Quilla says then, moving to a set of stairs. "I have a room here already." She explains, starting up.
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The tower has several floors, which include a dungeon below. There are rooms for you to set up for yourselves, plus a room with empty shelves for books, a kitchen, and other items a tower would be expected to have. You can come up with a detailed description of the tower if you wish to do so.
"Well it is time to get settled, then mates," says Orgen lifting a chest and proceeding to walk downstairs. He walks down until he finds what at one point in time was a fairly large storeroom in the middle of the tower. He stores the chest in a corner and puts his bag down next to it, but opts to keep his weaponry in case they were heading out soon.
Orgen was tall by dwarf standards standing as tall as some shorter humans. From what he told the party he was once part of the dwarven military forces but decided to take to the life of adventuring instead after his training. For those who have dealt with common soldiers before Orgen seemed to be a bit different from them. Orgen seemed highly curious about his new companions asking where they come from, and what drove them to become adventurers. He was also highly literate at the headquarters he asked to borrow a quill and parchment, and at times would jot down any information that seemed to catch his interest. However, other than that he looked like any other soldier you met in the past and looked to be as fierce as any Dwarf you met.
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“I’ll be taking the dungeon,” says Grahl with a tone that suggests a decision as opposed to seeking confirmation from his new allies that this is acceptable. “I’m sure I will be spending plenty of time down here anyways and...I don’t generally mind the sound of screaming...reminds me of the orc tribe nursery I was raised in.”
He casts a wicked grin and slaps Orgen on the back, “Say there dwarf, how’s about we pitch back a few tankards later, eh? We can swap stories about how I killed some of your kinfolk and ye mine!” Grahl gives him a wink to let him know he is just joking around, although what he said about killing kinfolks is probably true.
"As long as your buying, I'll be happy to tell you how I lived up to my name of Shield-Breaker. Be ready to start a tab," says Orgen with a chuckle. Watching the Half-Orc go down the stairs, Orgen decides to head back up to what looked to be the common area of the tower. Conveniently there was a large round oak table sitting middle with enough chairs to seat 12 people around. Taking a sit in one on them Orgen waits for the party to finish unpacking and reconvene int the common area.
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Grahl descends the stairs to the dungeon to drop off his gear and survey what sort of “furnishings” the dungeon has to offer.
After a brief look around he goes back upstairs to get more acquainted with his new surroundings and traveling companions.
Although Alek didn't know these people all too well, having met them only recently in the Dragon Company's HQ, it felt quite natural for them to delve into their first adventure together. The Sorcerer himself had rarely problems to adjust to new situations. After all, he had been on the move for the better part of his life. After Quilla left to give them a chance to get settled in their new base of operations, he went through their new rooms determined to find himself quaters with a nice outlook over the sea. "If you dont mind guys I will take this room for now. I'd sell my grandmother for a good view.", he explained to his companions half-joking. Truth be told, Alek would sell his grandmother for less, she always had been an awful person. He spent a brief moment to unpack the most necessary items for his new job and placed them carefully atop the large table in his room. After the Sorcerer finished, he joined the dwarf Ogrenin in what seemed to be a conference or maybe common room. He chose his seat randomly but was rather pleased with his choice after he sat down. "I've never had an offical base of operations before.", he would have never admitted it, but he was actually pretty excited by these latest developments.
"Give Dezlo a moment to be getting Ruff settled and she will be joinings you in a moment. It is good they have given us such big accommodations; it is looking like we might be needing all the room, yes?" the kobold trailed in after the rest of the group, large dog padding along after her on a thread of rope. Bright orange and spry, her large ears swiveled around as she turned to look around at their new abode.
"Dezlo will be taking the top-most room available if there is being no objections?" Clawed feet and paws wander up the staircase as far up as many floors as possible, and she happily unties her mastiff to wander their new room after dropping her own bag and removing the dog's saddle and bags. After a life spent wandering where the wind took her, it was a little strange to have some form of a permanent residence. It was a novelty she was all too willing to indulge in while it was available to her. The bed in particular, built to fit a large man, was an especially luxurious inclusion. She'd have to inspect her new quarters more closely and unpack properly later though - more pressing matters needed to be addressed back down the stairs.
A few minutes spent settling her dog and she was back downstairs, nimbly heaving herself up into one of the chairs round the table, letting her tail dangle off the side to avoid uncomfortably pressing it into the base of the seat. An ear twitches around to catch what Alek says, and the small lizard excitedly stands in her seat and spreads out her arms as she responds, emphatic. She has no reservations making it known how excited this entire thing has her. "Dezlo has also not had such a nice place to be staying at and call her own before! Is a very big change, but a good one I am thinking. Lots of room for us to grow and many adventures for us to be having! Going to be interesting to see how this place changes over time!"
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GRAHL TO DEZLO: “Well, you’re rather ‘colorful’ for a Kobold...in more ways that one, it seems. What dragon’s clutch or drow slave pen did ye abscond from? And will they be looking to retrieve ye anytime soon?”
Red skin, tall and muscled hobgoblin, while making big noise,gently drags to the main room his big backpack, few bags of tinker tools, wrapped together books with some strange signs on them, recently received cartographer gear and some loosely jamed jars with strange ingredients. On his back one can see a big crossbow. Second one much smaller is bind to his waist. He takes a good look around and nods with appreciation
"Me fink... Lookz we 'ave nice lookin' 'ause 'ere"
He double checks if he has everything.
"Aye, me needz two roomz. One fo' me wo'kshoppa an' one me zelf... Dat dungeon ain't lookin' bad at all. Will uze one of de bottomz one for me workz."
He pats Dezlo on her head as she rest in the chair. It is rough gesture but friendly. "Aye. Me will take room nextz de orange"
To Grahl: "Ah, thank you mush for complimenting Dezlo's scales, but am needing to correct you a bit! Dezlo is not a kobold; Dezlo is a dragon! Don't worry though, is easy mistake; Dezlo is only being a very small dragon after all." A toothy grin full of needle-point fangs spreads across her muzzle, blue eyes scrunching closed in mirth. Her claws move to rest on the table as she leans forward to better see and be seen. "And there is being no one looking for Dezlo except maybe Ruff when he is wanting to be fed, hehe. Is a very good dog, but maybe likes his food too much, yes?"
The sudden rough hand pressing down on her ears and horns was unexpected and threw her forward and down a bit, though she caught her balance and righted herself easily enough. It was an overly familiar gesture and one she wasn't sure she enjoyed. Bringing it up would just be a hassle at the current moment though, and it was already done with anyway. Slightly annoyed but still mostly enthusiastic, she turned to the rest of the table again.
"Do we have a plan for what we is doing first once everyone gets settled? We was told there was a house with a hauntings in it; is anyone knowing more about that?"
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GRAHL TO HOBGOBLIN: “Sorry mate, dungeon’s been spoken for already...what with all the interrogatin’ I’m bound to be doin’ as the recently sworn-in franchise obviator it seems more suited to my needs than yours...but you can have the extra room I’ve left empty upstairs...” Grahl props his elbow up as he stands inside the doorway leading down to the dungeon. “Of course, you can always come down and let me practice my, uh, questioning techniques...”
GRAHL TO DEZLO: “Dragon, eh? Well beggin’ ye pardon then...I hope ye won’t scorch the flesh from me bones with yer fiery breath! Tell me, ancient one, are ye a chromatic or a metallic dragon? I’ve heard that sometimes makes a difference in whether one should worry about being eaten or not.”
LUPIN grins at Grahl "Ay 'alf-greenz, Ye wanna arm 'restle fo' it? If Ye looz ye will share da dungeon"
TO GRAHL: "Dezlo is not being the fire-breathing kind of dragon, luckily for Dezlo's foes! More like the sword fighting cuts you to bitsy pieces kind, heh. Though Dezlo is not so sure if Dezlo is a metal-ly or a colorful dragon - orange is a very beautiful-ish color but it's not very shiny, and Dezlo is not thinking Tiamat is having an orange head." Her little head titls some as she considers the question, before shaking the thoughts away.
"May be best to just say Dezlo is a Dezlo kind of dragon and leave it at that, perhaps."
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GRAHL TO LUPIN: “Yer on! And if’n I win, the ye gots to curtsy to the first bugbear we come across and ask ‘im out ona date! Let’s see what ye got in them gobby biceps!” Grahl plants himself into a chair at the table and props an elbow up to receive Lupin’s challenge. “Say, does this place come equipped with a barwench? We could all use a drink!” he bellows to no one in particular.
GRAHL TO DEZLO: “A Dezlo dragon! Come to think of it, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen an orange wyrm before...ye must be a rare one indeed! Now watch as I show the goblin’s uncle how to arm wrestle.” Dezlo can smell rum on Grahl’s breath.
Palisade will let them a talk amongst themselves for now as he looks for a room that is only large enough for him to store his weapons and himself since he is by far the largest memeber of the group standing over 7ft tall. Unlike smaller Warforged he is made of metal upon even more metal, clanging with each step.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
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When huge warforged enters the room Lupin stops his preparation for a 'arm wrestling' and scans curiously Palisade. Lupin draws his scratchpad.
"Oi Oi! Dat iz impreziv bein'...Me 'ope one dayz me be able to create like dis. Me 'ope Ye aint' mind big ....eee..lad?"
He sketches rough details about visible mechanic of warfoged, puts back his scratchpad and sits inf front of Grahl
"Oii! Me will even write bloody lov letterz to da damn bugbear motha"
As he grabs his hand "Let the orangez coun' da 3"
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It didn't take long for the banter to start. Naturally, the distribution of space caused the first minor stir, but nothing that couldn't be settled by an arm-wrestle contest it seemed. Alek suddenly realised that he was traveling with quite the motley collection of companions. While dwarves and half-orcs were a common sigth in the north, the human never had the company of kobolds and hobgoblins let alone a warforged. He almost felt out of place, sitting there with his short blond hair and icy blue eyes, curious about how this will play out.
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Dezlo took in the scene unfolding with interest, wondering exactly how this would play out. upon hearing the request for a countdown, the kobold drew herself up.
"Alright, Dezlo will be countings for you then! Try to win the arm fight when Dezlo says go! Starting to counts now! One! Two! three! GO!"
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Palisade stares at the dwarf as if he was trying to figure out just what was being said to him. Once he felt he knew enough he gave a nod. "Do as you will but do not forget to be ready for our assignment." His voice sounds like a man's but with out some of the inflection a normal humanoid would have.
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