It's evening, and five strangers sit at various tables in a busy tavern common room. A youngish dwarf steps out from a back room, makes eye contact with each of you in turn, and points to the back room. You follow, each taking note of the others for the first time. You met this dwarf earlier today, though each of you separately, not together as a group. His name is Gundren Rockseeker, and he has a job for you. The job was posted on a noticeboard in one of the many squares around the city, and caught your eye.
Now you are sitting together around a table in a quiet back room. Gundren stands at the head of the table, and behind him is a tall human man, in his early fifties, leaning against the wall and looking calmly at you all. Gundren clears his throat. Well, you've met me, but I'm guessing that you don't know each other so much, or maybe at all. Why don't you take a moment to meet your new workmates, while I go fetch something. Keep an eye on them Sildar, he says to the man as he walks briskly from the room, closing the door behind him. The man raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.
(Please give a short physical description of your character, only what the others see, and then introduce yourselves in character)
At one of the chairs, all of you see a giant hulking mass of a Goliath with light blue and greenish skin with white hair and full sky blue eyes down to where you would expect and iris to be sitting with his arms crossed. The only thing you can really compare his size to is the Warhammer he has beside him. He has a few other weapons on him but his sheer stature is really distracting you from any of them when you look at him. You also see that he has a few wraps on him that don't appear as though they are to cover any wounds, but really just for aesthetic reasons. As you look at him more, you think about how the chair can contain this mass of a person but then you are immediately hit with the thought that you are more thankful to have this person appearing to be fighting on your side as opposed to against it.
After the man has left the room in a deeper voice with a sternness about him and in a more hushed tone this figure says My name is Vognaar, but everyone just calls me X. You all will do the same.
A tall broad and mohawked half-orc scans the room with his yellow eyes, one of his tusks is broken halfway along, and both jut out from his black beard. He fiddled absent mindedly with a pendant of a set of scales and grunts. With a light tinkling of his scale mail Steinarr walks into the room and sits at the table, choosing a spot where he can watch the entrance and the other persons present.
Greetings Sildar, maybe either you or Gundren can tell us more about this job. The poster in the square was lacking in specifics. I don’t know about my new workmates but I don’t like being kept in the dark about a job. That’s how things go wrong.
A ,what for most people would seem, tall male of eladrin origin not too skinny nor too fat(medium build) with a long bond-silvery(kind of) hair , green eyes and a friendly smile on his face, dressed in what appear to be common elven clothes, wearing over them a long cloak with a large hood ,now resting on his back, stands up and clears his throat : Good evening, i am Soron. I hope that we could all work together and that we could become friends.
An average sized human with slick black hair about shoulder length and sharp blue eyes stares around the table. Upon looking closer upon this average sized human with a fairly tanned skin you can notice three things about him.
he is quite a bit built but slender too. He also keeps a shield on his back and a rapier on his side while wearing shiny chain linked mail armor.He is definitely a fighter of some sort.
But upon further observance of the man. You can notice he drinks is ale calmly and with relief. And you notice that look in his eye and suddenly his stature stands out to you.
this man. Something about him , deep in his thoughts and somewhat slumped as if he’s depressed. But his eyes, the look in his eyes, show grief, pain and worries that you can only imagine what Is going on in his thoughts.
he glances at the two elves suddenly and sighs under his breath and you notice the distaste in his face for these two individuals
suddenly he speaks “ So we are all going to be around each other for a bit, name’s Demetrio and don’t worry I’ll make sure we all get through this in one piece. Or two if you get any funny ideas.” you notice he glances towards the two elves when he mentions about if you get any funny ideas. “I’m here to protect these goods first”
Sildar shrugs at your question. Not my job, not my place to say. But Gundren will fill you in, once he gets back. He folds his arms, gives Vobnaar a wry smile, and studies the ceiling, letting you continue speaking to each other.
Soron slowly moves his head to the side, disappointment clearly showing on his face after Demetrio just ingores him. Quickly snaps out of it and the friendly smile form before comes back and asks:
So, what brings you so far in the north ? (addresses to his co-workers)
Words don't mean anything unless you want them to. Funny ideas? could even mean trying to kill you, steal from you, but could also mean telling a joke. That's why i asked.
Gundren comes back in, carrying a map and lays it out on the table where you can all see it. He stands, and looks brightly at you all. Well, I'm glad you all seem to be getting along nicely. That's good, that's good. Better to travel with folks you get on with, eh Sildar? Sildar nods slightly, with another slight smile.
Now, to business. As you will have read on the notice, it's a short delivery mission, three days there, three days back, ten gold pieces each. You'll leave in the morning, headed for Phandalin; he shows you on the map, and the route, headed south along the High Road, then east along the Triboar Trail towards, well, towards Triboar. Then turn south and head up into the hills to Phandalin. It's a little mining town, was ruins not too long ago, but has a bright future, I reckon. He grins as he says this, for no apparent reason.
Anyway, you might be wondering why I am entrusting this delivery to a group of complete strangers, eh?
Sildar says drily from the back, Because you're skinflint who won't pay for a proper guard company?
Is incorrect, Gundren continues smoothly, grinning at the man; you get the sense that they are old friends, though the dwarf is considerably younger than the human. It's because the value of the goods is less than the payment you'll receive. No incentive to steal, you see. He seems rather pleased with his plan, then flushes red and looks at you. Not that I'm suggesting any of you would steal it, of course. Very trustworthy, all of you, I'm certain. I am, after all, trusting you, am I not?
So, there will be a cart with oxen, ready to leave from the tavern tomorrow morning. You'll be paid on arrival at Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin. Um... any questions? He looks around.
Steinarr finishes the ale seeing as no one answered him. To answer your question I grew up here in Neverwinter. I’ve been doing odd jobs for Gundren since the Orphanage kicked me out
You trust us a far as you can throw us I (X) say as I begin to stand up and grab my hammer, Unfortunately.....the feeling is not the same I start to lean on the table Don't have this turn out to be more than we bargained for....I am CERTAIN that you will regret it if you do I say as I slam my hammer on the table a bit and look Gundren in the eye
It's evening, and five strangers sit at various tables in a busy tavern common room. A youngish dwarf steps out from a back room, makes eye contact with each of you in turn, and points to the back room. You follow, each taking note of the others for the first time. You met this dwarf earlier today, though each of you separately, not together as a group. His name is Gundren Rockseeker, and he has a job for you. The job was posted on a noticeboard in one of the many squares around the city, and caught your eye.
Now you are sitting together around a table in a quiet back room. Gundren stands at the head of the table, and behind him is a tall human man, in his early fifties, leaning against the wall and looking calmly at you all. Gundren clears his throat. Well, you've met me, but I'm guessing that you don't know each other so much, or maybe at all. Why don't you take a moment to meet your new workmates, while I go fetch something. Keep an eye on them Sildar, he says to the man as he walks briskly from the room, closing the door behind him. The man raises an eyebrow, but says nothing.
(Please give a short physical description of your character, only what the others see, and then introduce yourselves in character)
At one of the chairs, all of you see a giant hulking mass of a Goliath with light blue and greenish skin with white hair and full sky blue eyes down to where you would expect and iris to be sitting with his arms crossed. The only thing you can really compare his size to is the Warhammer he has beside him. He has a few other weapons on him but his sheer stature is really distracting you from any of them when you look at him. You also see that he has a few wraps on him that don't appear as though they are to cover any wounds, but really just for aesthetic reasons. As you look at him more, you think about how the chair can contain this mass of a person but then you are immediately hit with the thought that you are more thankful to have this person appearing to be fighting on your side as opposed to against it.
After the man has left the room in a deeper voice with a sternness about him and in a more hushed tone this figure says My name is Vognaar, but everyone just calls me X. You all will do the same.
A tall broad and mohawked half-orc scans the room with his yellow eyes, one of his tusks is broken halfway along, and both jut out from his black beard. He fiddled absent mindedly with a pendant of a set of scales and grunts. With a light tinkling of his scale mail Steinarr walks into the room and sits at the table, choosing a spot where he can watch the entrance and the other persons present.
Greetings Sildar, maybe either you or Gundren can tell us more about this job. The poster in the square was lacking in specifics. I don’t know about my new workmates but I don’t like being kept in the dark about a job. That’s how things go wrong.
A ,what for most people would seem, tall male of eladrin origin not too skinny nor too fat(medium build) with a long bond-silvery(kind of) hair , green eyes and a friendly smile on his face, dressed in what appear to be common elven clothes, wearing over them a long cloak with a large hood ,now resting on his back, stands up and clears his throat : Good evening, i am Soron. I hope that we could all work together and that we could become friends.
An average sized human with slick black hair about shoulder length and sharp blue eyes stares around the table. Upon looking closer upon this average sized human with a fairly tanned skin you can notice three things about him.
he is quite a bit built but slender too. He also keeps a shield on his back and a rapier on his side while wearing shiny chain linked mail armor.He is definitely a fighter of some sort.
But upon further observance of the man. You can notice he drinks is ale calmly and with relief. And you notice that look in his eye and suddenly his stature stands out to you.
this man. Something about him , deep in his thoughts and somewhat slumped as if he’s depressed. But his eyes, the look in his eyes, show grief, pain and worries that you can only imagine what Is going on in his thoughts.
he glances at the two elves suddenly and sighs under his breath and you notice the distaste in his face for these two individuals
suddenly he speaks “ So we are all going to be around each other for a bit, name’s Demetrio and don’t worry I’ll make sure we all get through this in one piece. Or two if you get any funny ideas.” you notice he glances towards the two elves when he mentions about if you get any funny ideas. “I’m here to protect these goods first”
Sildar shrugs at your question. Not my job, not my place to say. But Gundren will fill you in, once he gets back. He folds his arms, gives Vobnaar a wry smile, and studies the ceiling, letting you continue speaking to each other.
Demetrio stares at the Goliath for a bit. Then he calmly ask him. “Why are you called X. Is there a story to this mysterious nickname?”
Staring straight ahead, arms still crossed Because anyone who doesn't becomes an X on the ground.
Demetrio , you said something about "funny ideas", what would that mean if u do not mind the question? (uses a friendly tone with a tint of curiosity)
Steinarr shrugs.The name is Steinarr by the way. He looks at the ale on the table. You going to finish that?
Demetrio responds “Fair enough, I shall call you X then. Pleasure to meet you”
Demetrio goes back to looking around the tavern and sipping at his mead. He seems to be lost in his thoughts again.
Soron slowly moves his head to the side, disappointment clearly showing on his face after Demetrio just ingores him. Quickly snaps out of it and the friendly smile form before comes back and asks:
So, what brings you so far in the north ? (addresses to his co-workers)
Demetrio gives the elf a look.
”you look like a smart guy. Are you telling me you don’t understand what a funny idea is? I’m here to do a job, nothing else.”
Soron looks back at Demetrio.
Words don't mean anything unless you want them to. Funny ideas? could even mean trying to kill you, steal from you, but could also mean telling a joke. That's why i asked.
Demetrio looks at Soron
”so you are as smart as you look”
Your words ,not mine.
(kind of under his(Soron's) breath "")"Guess i'll ask again..."
So, what are you guys doing so far North, are you living around this parts or are you here with business?
Gundren comes back in, carrying a map and lays it out on the table where you can all see it. He stands, and looks brightly at you all. Well, I'm glad you all seem to be getting along nicely. That's good, that's good. Better to travel with folks you get on with, eh Sildar? Sildar nods slightly, with another slight smile.
Now, to business. As you will have read on the notice, it's a short delivery mission, three days there, three days back, ten gold pieces each. You'll leave in the morning, headed for Phandalin; he shows you on the map, and the route, headed south along the High Road, then east along the Triboar Trail towards, well, towards Triboar. Then turn south and head up into the hills to Phandalin. It's a little mining town, was ruins not too long ago, but has a bright future, I reckon. He grins as he says this, for no apparent reason.
Anyway, you might be wondering why I am entrusting this delivery to a group of complete strangers, eh?
Sildar says drily from the back, Because you're skinflint who won't pay for a proper guard company?
Is incorrect, Gundren continues smoothly, grinning at the man; you get the sense that they are old friends, though the dwarf is considerably younger than the human. It's because the value of the goods is less than the payment you'll receive. No incentive to steal, you see. He seems rather pleased with his plan, then flushes red and looks at you. Not that I'm suggesting any of you would steal it, of course. Very trustworthy, all of you, I'm certain. I am, after all, trusting you, am I not?
So, there will be a cart with oxen, ready to leave from the tavern tomorrow morning. You'll be paid on arrival at Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin. Um... any questions? He looks around.
(You can see Barthen's map on the campaign page)
Steinarr finishes the ale seeing as no one answered him. To answer your question I grew up here in Neverwinter. I’ve been doing odd jobs for Gundren since the Orphanage kicked me out
You trust us a far as you can throw us I (X) say as I begin to stand up and grab my hammer, Unfortunately.....the feeling is not the same I start to lean on the table Don't have this turn out to be more than we bargained for....I am CERTAIN that you will regret it if you do I say as I slam my hammer on the table a bit and look Gundren in the eye