(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 female Gnome enters. She appears to be a Ranger of some sort, a Longbow across her back. The Gnome looks around, finds what she is looking for and walks over to the table where a motley crew of adventurers sit, staring at her intently as she 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, 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! :)
A half-elf in his early 20s with a tanned face, and flowing blonde hair reaching down to the bottom of his head, wearing a loose fitting white shirt, with a leather vest, and short brown hooded cloak, rapier at his side; puts down the lute that he was strumming up till the short female gnome walked in.
"The names Quinn, and I don't know about you, but I think it's best to get to know someone over drinks. Barkeep!
Omnia lifts her head up and pulls off her hood revealing her vibrant green hair which comes down to her shoulders, she is a human in her mid 20's and dressed in dark tan combat style trousers and boots which are of a dark tan colour, she is also wearing a dark red and black corset a long black cloke with a hood.
Hi there my name is Omnia and thank you i would love a drink can i get a whiskey please
Idalie is glad to see that despite being the last to arrive it seems she hasn't missed much of anything at all. The young ranger hopping up into the only open seat at the table and casting a curious, bright green and brown eyed gaze and an even brighter smile around the table at her fellow adventurers as Wilfred reads Craig's message aloud to them. Silently agreeing with the tavern owner's words. They look a proper company they do. And she is one of them. She straightens at the thought and at the compliment. Excitement buzzing in her veins.
Short enough that her feet can't reach the floor once she's claimed her perch in the chair, Idalie's thick brown hair is loose and threaded through with strings of feathers and beads, her skin darkened from time spent in the sun, her clothing consisting of a simple forest green tunic, brown cloak and functional if somewhat scuffed leather boots. The eyes she sweeps the company with are of two different colors. The one on the right a vivid green while the one on the left an dull amber. The gnome's smile only growing as Wilfred steps away to give them a moment to get to know one another and the blonde half elf man Quinn suggests they do just that over drinks. A human woman in a thick black cloak soon agreeing with him, introducing herself as Omnia and asking for a drink Idalie has heard of but never tried.
"Drinks sound like a wonderful idea." She replies, leaning her elbows on the table. "Just some water for me though, thanks. And I'm Idalie, but you lot can call me Ida if you'd like. My friends do."
Bromduhr looked to each of them in turn as they gave their short introductions, the large 7 and a half foot goliath adorned in chainmail and just some plain old clothes under it cleared his throat with a cough before speaking.
"My name is Bromduhr but Brom will do"
There short and to the point, distant but not disconnected as is his character. His large build, dull grey skin, and rather intimidating gaze keeps others well enough away, except for this lot; oddly if anything they seemed excited especially the little one.
Nate thought to himself as he listened to each of his comrades introductions. He wasn't much of a talker, frankly more of an extreme introvert and recluse who has really only had a handful of conversations with other beings throughout his 20 years of life. Nate has on some old but functioning leather armor with a faded black cloak covering his head. While he is quite young, his eyes look like they've been through years of war and torment and he is acting kind of fidgety and awkward; clearly he is out of his element sitting in this Tavern with these folks but nonetheless has a genuine desire to be here.
"....Hello.... nice to meet you all. Yes... a drink would be great. Barkeep, a pint of your best Ale please."
At worst case at least the alcohol would help Nate with opening up a bit.
Idalie studies each new person as they speak with open interest, one leg bouncing beneath the table as she does. The gnome never quite seeming to sit still. Head tilting as the conversation drops off once again after drinks are ordered, smile turning a bit rueful. Not a talkative bunch then, at least not a bunch used to talking. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Her aunt likes to tell her that she talks enough for a whole room of people and most days, she means it in a good way. The young ranger is happy to get things in motion and babble on long enough to make everyone feel comfortable. She's far too curious to be self conscious.
"Quin, Omnia, Brom, and," She goes around the table, pointing to each person as she names them before pausing at the last, the fidgety human man who called for an ale but didn't quite get around to giving his name. "A man with good taste in ale." She grins, tone warm if slightly teasing before she's moving right along. Not wanting him to feel any more awkward than he already clearly does. "We make quite a grouping. Have to give it to Craig, he knows his business. So where's everyone from? I hail from the woodland just few hundred miles from town myself. I don't leave it much, less I'm hunting or making the trek here to Calla. Hoping to change that here soon of course." Planting her chin in the palm of her hand, she looked around at the others expectantly. "What of you all?"
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Viaya Morbrew - Imela: The Adventure Begins - High Elf/Rogue (Level 1)
The extent of Nathaniel's recluse and lack of social interaction really shines through. Not understanding her humorous social ques - Nate mutters:
"....apologies Idalie. Nathaniel... my name is Nathaniel. You can call me Nate."
Nate was anticipating (dreading) having to explain a bit about where he is from and was almost the reason for him bailing on this entire affair. You see - Nate was born in a bandit camp a few hundred miles or so from the Northern forest. His Mother was held as a slave there and was horribly tortured and eventually became pregnant. She birthed Nate in the camp and secretly gave him her last name. They were both tortured for many years until they tried to escape. Nate managed to make it out, but his mother was fatally shot in the process. Nate's been living in the forest ever since and has been raised and nurtured by the wildlife. It's all he knows. He would never in a million years express any of this out loud. He would have no idea where to start.
As he grows older his feelings of hate and revenge are nearing a boiling point - hence why he has decided to start going on adventures in hopes that one of them would eventually provide him with a lead as to the whereabouts of the bandit who killed his Mother.
".........I'm from the Northern Forest... I don't get out much."
Quinn takes a second to look at his fellow would be adventurers, coming up with nicknames for each of them. He looks at the goliath that introduced himself as Brom; "the BFG (big friendly goliath) will do for you," he thinks, in accordance with the fact that he looks like he could snap Quinn in half if he wanted. He then looks to the rogue looking one with the bright green hair, "Green", he is rather impressed with his creativity with this one. Looks over to the little gnome, that looks like it's going to burst from excitement, "Perky," on account of her high spirits. And finally looking over to the hooded man that didn't introduce himself at first, but nevertheless, told the group to call him Nate, so obviously Quinn being who he is, came up with a nickname anyway, "Mouse." Quinn then takes a large sip of ale, and places it back down on the table.
"Isn't this great! We are already getting along so well already! I'm from a small village a long distance away, but my profession kept me moving, so I've been all over the place."
Brom not taking to the nickname given to him but accepts it none the less takes a large gulp from his tankard of amber colored ale
"I was born in the mountains not much there but stone so i left rather young and went to a town near the base, thats where i was raised"
He kept his gaze at his tankard slowly swirling the liquid with in and took another gulp now almost half way finished
"Never liked how small these cups are"
He joked but his tone made it sound serious which it kinda was, he knew that he couldnt be part of a team and be distant it would only lead to distrust so he let the ale loosen his lips and said a little more than usual.
"Nate." Idalie repeats, nodding and offering the human man a slightly gentler smile. "Pleasure to meet you. We've got a few things in common already you and I." She shrugs. "I've not been out and about much either." She's spent most all of her life at the temple after all. She's been here, to Calla but outside of that she's been nowhere of interest. Seen and done nothing of real interest. Today, these people are going to change all of that. Nate doesn't seem so different from a lot of the druids and clerics who live at the temple either, which is nice. "Seems like we'll be able to help each other in that regard at least."
Gaze sliding to the half elf as he speaks up once again, the gnome's expression brightens from one of contemplation into a grin once again. "Like I said, Craig knows his business. And I've heard bards are quite the travelers. You must've have been to some interesting places, Quin." The goliath comes back into the conversation next, his voice a low rumble like a rock slide in the mountains. Mountains like the ones he's from maybe.
"You know, they've always seemed far too big to me." Idalie laughs, hoisting her own water filled tankard with both hands. "We should get them to take mine down a half size and add it to yours we should."
(Willfred comes back to the table with Jack in tow, who is carrying everyone's drink orders, water, Ale, whiskey, each going to their respective new owners. Jack serves you all your drinks as Willfred looks on, a smile on his face.)
"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 balanced, very balanced indeed. I mean, you have this enormous gentleman here (he points at Brom) who is obviously a powerful warrior... this charming fellow here (he points at Quinn) who can inspire you all to do great things. This spellcaster (he points at Nate) who has harnessed the power of nature, this lovely green haired lady (he nods to Omnia) who seems a bit shady... in the best way, of course... and our fine Gnome Ranger friend here (he points at Idalie) who looks like she would feel at home in all kinds of wild terrains."
(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?)
DMs note: Great job RPing guys! Glad to see you all getting into the spirit of it. :)
Omnia puts her drink down onto the table, heads over to the bar and grabs a drink of water for the man and then takes it over to him and provides a element of comfort.
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Nate spins around to see the wounded man barge into the Tavern, spilling the last sip of his beer in the process.
In any other circumstance, Nate would've been happy that his conversation and social interaction had come to an abrupt halt... but there was something different this time. Maybe it was the ale... maybe not. These folk were... nice. Friendly. He enjoyed Quinn's witty banter and was drawn to Idalie's warm heart. There was something about Omnia that he could also relate to but couldn't quite put his finger on it. And then Brom - as rough and intimidating as he appeared, Nate somehow felt safe around him and actually welcomed the feeling of security.
"....just when I was starting to enjoy this!" Nate thinks to himself as he follows Quinn and Omnia to the wounded man.
Nate will perform an investigation check in an attempt to determine what type of weapon (or creature/animal) caused the wounds on the man's arm along with all of his other wounds. Nate wanted to know what we might be dealing with here. He will then listen to the man's response to Quinn's question.
Brom follows the rest of the party grabbing his war hammer and sheild that he propped up against the wall. He walked up to the wounded man went to one knee still slightly looming over the man but as passive as his hulking form will allow before speaking.
"Its alright now you found help, tell us what happened"
He looked into the mans eyes as he said this and put a massive hand on his shoulder
(Not sure what commands to use for checks and saves or anything for that matter)
Everything is going quite well, Quin's nicknames and Omnia's somewhat stubborn silence aside. The drinks and the easy conversation quickly setting those at the table at ease. Even Wilfred commenting on how balanced and well suited their group seems as he helps the bar boy deliver the last of their drinks before retreating to give them more time and space to get to know one another. Between all the jokes and after spending a fair amount of time asking as many questions as she can think of, the gnome is considering requesting an ale for herself. Some food too perhaps, maybe trying to convince Quin to regale them with some tales from his travels or some music on the lyre he's had sitting in his lap this whole time. Before she has a chance however, the door to the pub flies open and a bleeding, red haired man tumbles inside. Shouting out that someone has been taken before collapsing onto his knees and bursting into tears. Her companions erupt into motion immediately. Quin is the first one up, rushing up to the man's side before peering out the door as the others gather round. Offering him water, support and reassurance as they attempt to find out what happened. Idalie has to jump down off her chair and shove her way past a few tavern gawks before getting to him but get to him she does. Recognizing him vaguely as someone she's seen around town before. If only in passing. His wounds are ugly, the beating he took even worse. The others have already asked him what happened so she merely stands so they're eye to eye. Hoping she can reassure him with her own familiarity as she examines his wounds. Trying to tell if they were made by an animal.
Nature check: 4
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Viaya Morbrew - Imela: The Adventure Begins - High Elf/Rogue (Level 1)
(Quinn is the first to arrive, quickly taking 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. Quinn rushes to the door and looks outside, but sees nothing out of the ordinary. Omnia gives the man a drink of water, but he can only take a small drink between gasps and sobs.
Nate looks over the man's wounds, which seem to be cuts from some sort of blade. Idalie looks over them as well, and determines the same thing; these wounds are not caused by any type of claws or animal. Brom puts his hand on the man's shoulder in an effort to comfort him. A crowd has gathered around, looking on with concern.)
"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.)
OOC: Brom, Idalie, can you please go into your signature and add your character name, race and class to the bottom of your posts? It's under Profile, Edit Profile, and there's a spot there for Signature. It would help me remember who's who faster. Also, everyone, feel free to use the Dice Roller thread to make sure you know how to roll a regular check as well as a basic attack. We'll still practice here, but try it out there first. Thanks a lot.
(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 female Gnome enters. She appears to be a Ranger of some sort, a Longbow across her back. The Gnome looks around, finds what she is looking for and walks over to the table where a motley crew of adventurers sit, staring at her intently as she 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, 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! :)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
A half-elf in his early 20s with a tanned face, and flowing blonde hair reaching down to the bottom of his head, wearing a loose fitting white shirt, with a leather vest, and short brown hooded cloak, rapier at his side; puts down the lute that he was strumming up till the short female gnome walked in.
"The names Quinn, and I don't know about you, but I think it's best to get to know someone over drinks. Barkeep!
Omnia lifts her head up and pulls off her hood revealing her vibrant green hair which comes down to her shoulders, she is a human in her mid 20's and dressed in dark tan combat style trousers and boots which are of a dark tan colour, she is also wearing a dark red and black corset a long black cloke with a hood.
Hi there my name is Omnia and thank you i would love a drink can i get a whiskey please
Omnia - Human Rogue Female (2) - LMoP
DM - The Pursuit of Knowledge - One Shot
Idalie is glad to see that despite being the last to arrive it seems she hasn't missed much of anything at all. The young ranger hopping up into the only open seat at the table and casting a curious, bright green and brown eyed gaze and an even brighter smile around the table at her fellow adventurers as Wilfred reads Craig's message aloud to them. Silently agreeing with the tavern owner's words. They look a proper company they do. And she is one of them. She straightens at the thought and at the compliment. Excitement buzzing in her veins.
Short enough that her feet can't reach the floor once she's claimed her perch in the chair, Idalie's thick brown hair is loose and threaded through with strings of feathers and beads, her skin darkened from time spent in the sun, her clothing consisting of a simple forest green tunic, brown cloak and functional if somewhat scuffed leather boots. The eyes she sweeps the company with are of two different colors. The one on the right a vivid green while the one on the left an dull amber. The gnome's smile only growing as Wilfred steps away to give them a moment to get to know one another and the blonde half elf man Quinn suggests they do just that over drinks. A human woman in a thick black cloak soon agreeing with him, introducing herself as Omnia and asking for a drink Idalie has heard of but never tried.
"Drinks sound like a wonderful idea." She replies, leaning her elbows on the table. "Just some water for me though, thanks. And I'm Idalie, but you lot can call me Ida if you'd like. My friends do."
Viaya Morbrew - Imela: The Adventure Begins - High Elf/Rogue (Level 1)
Entropy Klyv - Hunted ! - Half Orc/College of Lore Bard (Level 6)
Xieva Talwinder - Crosswinds - Firbolg/School of Enchantment Wizard (Level 5)
Bromduhr looked to each of them in turn as they gave their short introductions, the large 7 and a half foot goliath adorned in chainmail and just some plain old clothes under it cleared his throat with a cough before speaking.
"My name is Bromduhr but Brom will do"
There short and to the point, distant but not disconnected as is his character. His large build, dull grey skin, and rather intimidating gaze keeps others well enough away, except for this lot; oddly if anything they seemed excited especially the little one.
"And I'll pay for my drink"
Bromduhr, Goliath Fighter.
"Thank god... they all spoke first..."
Nate thought to himself as he listened to each of his comrades introductions. He wasn't much of a talker, frankly more of an extreme introvert and recluse who has really only had a handful of conversations with other beings throughout his 20 years of life. Nate has on some old but functioning leather armor with a faded black cloak covering his head. While he is quite young, his eyes look like they've been through years of war and torment and he is acting kind of fidgety and awkward; clearly he is out of his element sitting in this Tavern with these folks but nonetheless has a genuine desire to be here.
"....Hello.... nice to meet you all. Yes... a drink would be great. Barkeep, a pint of your best Ale please."
At worst case at least the alcohol would help Nate with opening up a bit.
Idalie studies each new person as they speak with open interest, one leg bouncing beneath the table as she does. The gnome never quite seeming to sit still. Head tilting as the conversation drops off once again after drinks are ordered, smile turning a bit rueful. Not a talkative bunch then, at least not a bunch used to talking. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Her aunt likes to tell her that she talks enough for a whole room of people and most days, she means it in a good way. The young ranger is happy to get things in motion and babble on long enough to make everyone feel comfortable. She's far too curious to be self conscious.
"Quin, Omnia, Brom, and," She goes around the table, pointing to each person as she names them before pausing at the last, the fidgety human man who called for an ale but didn't quite get around to giving his name. "A man with good taste in ale." She grins, tone warm if slightly teasing before she's moving right along. Not wanting him to feel any more awkward than he already clearly does. "We make quite a grouping. Have to give it to Craig, he knows his business. So where's everyone from? I hail from the woodland just few hundred miles from town myself. I don't leave it much, less I'm hunting or making the trek here to Calla. Hoping to change that here soon of course." Planting her chin in the palm of her hand, she looked around at the others expectantly. "What of you all?"
Viaya Morbrew - Imela: The Adventure Begins - High Elf/Rogue (Level 1)
Entropy Klyv - Hunted ! - Half Orc/College of Lore Bard (Level 6)
Xieva Talwinder - Crosswinds - Firbolg/School of Enchantment Wizard (Level 5)
The extent of Nathaniel's recluse and lack of social interaction really shines through. Not understanding her humorous social ques - Nate mutters:
"....apologies Idalie. Nathaniel... my name is Nathaniel. You can call me Nate."
Nate was anticipating (dreading) having to explain a bit about where he is from and was almost the reason for him bailing on this entire affair. You see - Nate was born in a bandit camp a few hundred miles or so from the Northern forest. His Mother was held as a slave there and was horribly tortured and eventually became pregnant. She birthed Nate in the camp and secretly gave him her last name. They were both tortured for many years until they tried to escape. Nate managed to make it out, but his mother was fatally shot in the process. Nate's been living in the forest ever since and has been raised and nurtured by the wildlife. It's all he knows. He would never in a million years express any of this out loud. He would have no idea where to start.
As he grows older his feelings of hate and revenge are nearing a boiling point - hence why he has decided to start going on adventures in hopes that one of them would eventually provide him with a lead as to the whereabouts of the bandit who killed his Mother.
".........I'm from the Northern Forest... I don't get out much."
Quinn takes a second to look at his fellow would be adventurers, coming up with nicknames for each of them. He looks at the goliath that introduced himself as Brom; "the BFG (big friendly goliath) will do for you," he thinks, in accordance with the fact that he looks like he could snap Quinn in half if he wanted. He then looks to the rogue looking one with the bright green hair, "Green", he is rather impressed with his creativity with this one. Looks over to the little gnome, that looks like it's going to burst from excitement, "Perky," on account of her high spirits. And finally looking over to the hooded man that didn't introduce himself at first, but nevertheless, told the group to call him Nate, so obviously Quinn being who he is, came up with a nickname anyway, "Mouse." Quinn then takes a large sip of ale, and places it back down on the table.
"Isn't this great! We are already getting along so well already! I'm from a small village a long distance away, but my profession kept me moving, so I've been all over the place."
Brom not taking to the nickname given to him but accepts it none the less takes a large gulp from his tankard of amber colored ale
"I was born in the mountains not much there but stone so i left rather young and went to a town near the base, thats where i was raised"
He kept his gaze at his tankard slowly swirling the liquid with in and took another gulp now almost half way finished
"Never liked how small these cups are"
He joked but his tone made it sound serious which it kinda was, he knew that he couldnt be part of a team and be distant it would only lead to distrust so he let the ale loosen his lips and said a little more than usual.
Bromduhr, Goliath Fighter.
"Nate." Idalie repeats, nodding and offering the human man a slightly gentler smile. "Pleasure to meet you. We've got a few things in common already you and I." She shrugs. "I've not been out and about much either." She's spent most all of her life at the temple after all. She's been here, to Calla but outside of that she's been nowhere of interest. Seen and done nothing of real interest. Today, these people are going to change all of that. Nate doesn't seem so different from a lot of the druids and clerics who live at the temple either, which is nice. "Seems like we'll be able to help each other in that regard at least."
Gaze sliding to the half elf as he speaks up once again, the gnome's expression brightens from one of contemplation into a grin once again. "Like I said, Craig knows his business. And I've heard bards are quite the travelers. You must've have been to some interesting places, Quin." The goliath comes back into the conversation next, his voice a low rumble like a rock slide in the mountains. Mountains like the ones he's from maybe.
"You know, they've always seemed far too big to me." Idalie laughs, hoisting her own water filled tankard with both hands. "We should get them to take mine down a half size and add it to yours we should."
Viaya Morbrew - Imela: The Adventure Begins - High Elf/Rogue (Level 1)
Entropy Klyv - Hunted ! - Half Orc/College of Lore Bard (Level 6)
Xieva Talwinder - Crosswinds - Firbolg/School of Enchantment Wizard (Level 5)
Quinn grins at Idalie.
"Perky, if this group is as good as it looks, then we will go to many interesting places."
Quinn downs the rest of his drink, and then loudly announces.
"Now, does anyone know someone who needs a rag tag group of adventures?" in a merry tone.
(Willfred comes back to the table with Jack in tow, who is carrying everyone's drink orders, water, Ale, whiskey, each going to their respective new owners. Jack serves you all your drinks as Willfred looks on, a smile on his face.)
"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 balanced, very balanced indeed. I mean, you have this enormous gentleman here (he points at Brom) who is obviously a powerful warrior... this charming fellow here (he points at Quinn) who can inspire you all to do great things. This spellcaster (he points at Nate) who has harnessed the power of nature, this lovely green haired lady (he nods to Omnia) who seems a bit shady... in the best way, of course... and our fine Gnome Ranger friend here (he points at Idalie) who looks like she would feel at home in all kinds of wild terrains."
(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?)
DMs note: Great job RPing guys! Glad to see you all getting into the spirit of it. :)
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)
Quinn rushes over to the bloody and bruised man.
"Don't worry friend, you're save now." (Casts Healing Word) 6
Quinn then looks out the door to see if he can see anything. (Perception Check) 22
"What's Happened?" he asks the man
Omnia puts her drink down onto the table, heads over to the bar and grabs a drink of water for the man and then takes it over to him and provides a element of comfort.
Omnia - Human Rogue Female (2) - LMoP
DM - The Pursuit of Knowledge - One Shot
Nate spins around to see the wounded man barge into the Tavern, spilling the last sip of his beer in the process.
In any other circumstance, Nate would've been happy that his conversation and social interaction had come to an abrupt halt... but there was something different this time. Maybe it was the ale... maybe not. These folk were... nice. Friendly. He enjoyed Quinn's witty banter and was drawn to Idalie's warm heart. There was something about Omnia that he could also relate to but couldn't quite put his finger on it. And then Brom - as rough and intimidating as he appeared, Nate somehow felt safe around him and actually welcomed the feeling of security.
"....just when I was starting to enjoy this!" Nate thinks to himself as he follows Quinn and Omnia to the wounded man.
Nate will perform an investigation check in an attempt to determine what type of weapon (or creature/animal) caused the wounds on the man's arm along with all of his other wounds. Nate wanted to know what we might be dealing with here. He will then listen to the man's response to Quinn's question.
INVESTIGATION CHECK 18
Brom follows the rest of the party grabbing his war hammer and sheild that he propped up against the wall. He walked up to the wounded man went to one knee still slightly looming over the man but as passive as his hulking form will allow before speaking.
"Its alright now you found help, tell us what happened"
He looked into the mans eyes as he said this and put a massive hand on his shoulder
(Not sure what commands to use for checks and saves or anything for that matter)
Bromduhr, Goliath Fighter.
Everything is going quite well, Quin's nicknames and Omnia's somewhat stubborn silence aside. The drinks and the easy conversation quickly setting those at the table at ease. Even Wilfred commenting on how balanced and well suited their group seems as he helps the bar boy deliver the last of their drinks before retreating to give them more time and space to get to know one another. Between all the jokes and after spending a fair amount of time asking as many questions as she can think of, the gnome is considering requesting an ale for herself. Some food too perhaps, maybe trying to convince Quin to regale them with some tales from his travels or some music on the lyre he's had sitting in his lap this whole time. Before she has a chance however, the door to the pub flies open and a bleeding, red haired man tumbles inside. Shouting out that someone has been taken before collapsing onto his knees and bursting into tears. Her companions erupt into motion immediately. Quin is the first one up, rushing up to the man's side before peering out the door as the others gather round. Offering him water, support and reassurance as they attempt to find out what happened. Idalie has to jump down off her chair and shove her way past a few tavern gawks before getting to him but get to him she does. Recognizing him vaguely as someone she's seen around town before. If only in passing. His wounds are ugly, the beating he took even worse. The others have already asked him what happened so she merely stands so they're eye to eye. Hoping she can reassure him with her own familiarity as she examines his wounds. Trying to tell if they were made by an animal.
Nature check: 4
(@nomad: there's a little die at the end of the task bar at the top of the reply box. That'll do all the functioning and stuff for you. :) There's also a thread at the very top of the forum that explains it too.)
Viaya Morbrew - Imela: The Adventure Begins - High Elf/Rogue (Level 1)
Entropy Klyv - Hunted ! - Half Orc/College of Lore Bard (Level 6)
Xieva Talwinder - Crosswinds - Firbolg/School of Enchantment Wizard (Level 5)
(Thanks i found the thread i need to use a command to roll i think no little die for me, nice nature check by the way, playing to the strengths)
Bromduhr, Goliath Fighter.
(Quinn is the first to arrive, quickly taking 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. Quinn rushes to the door and looks outside, but sees nothing out of the ordinary. Omnia gives the man a drink of water, but he can only take a small drink between gasps and sobs.
Nate looks over the man's wounds, which seem to be cuts from some sort of blade. Idalie looks over them as well, and determines the same thing; these wounds are not caused by any type of claws or animal. Brom puts his hand on the man's shoulder in an effort to comfort him. A crowd has gathered around, looking on with concern.)
"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.)
OOC: Brom, Idalie, can you please go into your signature and add your character name, race and class to the bottom of your posts? It's under Profile, Edit Profile, and there's a spot there for Signature. It would help me remember who's who faster. Also, everyone, feel free to use the Dice Roller thread to make sure you know how to roll a regular check as well as a basic attack. We'll still practice here, but try it out there first. Thanks a lot.
DM - Tomb of the Delian Order One-Shot (Level 1)
Natasha - The Call of Lon-Dia Human Rogue (Level 4)