It is the 5th day of the second tenday of Tarsakh. You, and other 4 members of Gundren Rockseer's newly founded escort party have been asked to meet at Driftwood Tavern, in Neverwinter's Protector's Enclave, where your patron left a wagon with supplies. You are expected to leave by 9th bell, and take the wagon southeast, on a two-day travel along the High Road to the Triboar trail, where you will head east toward the rough-and-tumble settlement of Phandalin.
The wagon is packed full of an assortment of mining supplies and food. This includes a dozen sacks of flour, several casks of salted pork, two kegs of strong ale, shovels, picks, and crowbars (about a dozen each), and five lanterns with a small barrel of oil (about fifty flasks in volume).
Gundren was clearly excited and more than a little secretive about his reasons for the trip, saying only that he and his brothers had found "something big", and that he'd pay you ten gold pieces each for escorting his supplies safely to Barthen's Provisions, a trading post in Phandalin. He then set out ahead of you on horse, along with a warrior escort named Sildar Hallwinter, claiming he needed to arrive early to "take care of business".
You now have a chance to do some role playing while we wait for all the players to join the campaign and do their first post. Would be good to post some basic info about your characters and describe how you met Gundren and how you ended up taking the escort job. Once you are ready, go ahead and post your marching order. At least one character needs to hold the reins (no particular skill necessary to drive the wagon), otherwise, the two oxen that pull the wagon won't move. Not everyone needs to be riding the wagon, some of you can walk behind, in front, or next to it. Even scouting ahead if you want.
Sylric tucks in at a table for one to a hearty meal of tea and pipe smoke...lost in thought and staring absently into the middle distance.
In the habit of those chronically isolated he comments aloud, but to no one in particular, "I do wish the others would show themselves so we could be underway...Sister Garaele..." trailing off into Elven curmudgeon mumble.
A blonde haired dwarf with a well groomed beard sits at table by himself, having spoken with a few other dwarves that had passed him by earlier. By the polished and well made quality of his weapons and armor one would think he was a warrior of somekind, this being made more apparent by the holy symbol of Moradin proudly emblazoned on his shield.
To those that know him well he is called Mac but by all other he prefers to be called by his given name Cormac. If asked he would proudly tell any asked he was part of Clan Alefist of Citadel Feldbar, citing his ancestry back to one of those that reclaimed it from the orcs of the Many Arrows tribe. That in fact is what he had been doing earlier before the other dwarves had gone off to return to their work, leaving him to wait for the rest of the group he woukd be traveling with.
As for how he knew the Rockseer brothers he had been on a mining expedition, using his clerical powers and smithing skills to help make sure things went smoothly. For the most part he did minor repairs to pickaxes and healed any injuries that occured. Whike he did not know the siblings all that well he had been around them enough to strike up a bit of comradeship with them and was glad to help. It also did not hurt that he had been going to Phanalin to deal witj another job he had accepted.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
In the back corner of the inn sits a short, thin, pale, green haired woman by herself. Gwyyn is eating a small meal while keeping a constant watch of the inn’s occupants. She had just recently met Gundren while fighting off some street thugs trying to steal from her. While her dagger skills were impressive for her age, he also noticed her...extra “talents” and thought she would be a good addition to the escorts he was gathering for his supply convoy. Convoy guard wasn’t normally her thing but easy money was, and this job sounded like it would fit the bill. Plus, it would give her a chance to get to Phandalin where she could follow up on a tip she had recently received.
Flint strolls up to the tavern, a stout dwarf with jet black hair and a short, neat beard. Seeing Cormac who had spoken to him earlier, he walks over and sits down."Hello again. I don't suppose you are also here for Gundren."
Flint hasn't met Gundren before this job. But he does know Sildar from when Sildar was hired by someone in his town. Flint stood by his side against a minor bandit attack so Sildar recommended him to Gundren.
Cormac looks to the other dwarf as he finishes the last sip from his tankard, setting it down and carefully wiping the foam from his beard. "That I am. He and his brother seemed to be excited fer this and I be havin business in Phandalin already so it works out for them and meself. As he finishes speaking he leans back in his chair and carefully looks Flint over.
"Have ye met any of the others that are comin along? I don't want to be sittin and wait for em to get ready for this."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Based on description from Rockseer's correspondence regardibg this job, Sylric is fairly certain these are the two dwarves who will be among his companions on this task. They certainly were no more than acquaintances when the second walked in...
He slowly approaches their table and, greeting them in Dwarvish says, "Good day to you sirs, I am Sylric Wasanthi, Acolyte of Oghma and seeker of knowledge, are you also friends of the Rockseer?"
"Understood. My dwarvish is a bit rusty. I have only just met him as well...and only by messenger at that. I am anxious to get under way, as we all are I am certain. Have you confirmation of the total number for our cadre?"
Madame Rosene, Driftwood Tavern's owner, walks up to the table where Flint, Sylric, and Cormac are chatting about the mission. She looks old, at least for a human, but at the same time, you can think her able to manage the business for a few more decades.
Upon arriving to your table, she giggles and then, talking to herself, but not caring if you can hear her: "Just as he said, you can't miss the symbol."
Addressing Cormac: "Hi sweetheart, your friend Gundren left a note for you. I believe it contains names and basic descriptions of those who will help you take the wagon South." Hands Cormac a piece of parchment that contains a few scribbles in Dwarvish.
After glacing at Flint and Sylric: "It looks like you already found two of them. While I can't read Dwarvish, I have a good memory, and they do fit Gundren's descriptions. Finding the other two shouldn't be that hard. At this time of the day business is still slow for me."
She starts walking towards the kitchen, stops, and addressing the trio says: "Don't worry about payment for the meals you just had. After finding whatever it is that he and his brothers found, he has been" touches her nose with the forefinger and looks up while trying to come up with the right words "a little bit more generous."She giggles again and finally says before leaving: "Please be on your way as soon as possible. While I certainly appreciate business, I could use the space in the back, and that wagon sure takes a lot of space. I'll be in the kitchen if you boys need me."
For Cormac and any others he shares the note with (and if you understand Dwarvish):
Find the others and follow. Got to go, lot of things to do.
Flint, one of us, black hair.
Sylric, talks to himself a lot but he's good, for an Elf.
Gwynn, green hair, thin woman. More to her than what meets the eye.
Avier, looks Elvish, good musician, can defend himself.
"Aye this be that excitable fools writing or me eyes are failing."Cormac says as he reads the note before passing it to Flint to read as well, before he turns to the tavern owner and offers her a nod off thanks.
"We be owing ye thanks fer delivering this to us. This be but a small token of my thanks." He hands her the money for his drink and extra as well, his eyes scanning over the rest of the group. "Now fer introducing myself. I am Cormac Alefist of Citadel Feldbar. I have both me warhammer and the power of the maker of me people Moradin at me side. If any of ye act a fool and get hurt I can heal ya up a bit. But me favorite things to do is bash in the head of any monsters that get to big fer their britches "
"Gentlemen, I believe..." checking the note, "Gwynn has been observing us from afar. Perhaps one of you should invite her to join us. I am loathe to repeat myself and therefore will reside here at this adjacent table until all have assembled."
Sylric sits at the next table and lights his pipe.
A half-elf in chain mail walks towards the table, "Good day, gents. I suppose this would be the convoy group? I am Avier Aroth, what are your names?"
Aside from his chain mail, he has a simple shield slung over his shoulder and a deadly looking morningstar hanging on his left side. He has short, blond hair and sharp, blue eyes, as well as a cheerful smile on his face.
"Ye just missed mine. I am Cormac and this here be Flint and the elf is Sylric. Now if ye be excusing me I have to go get the last one of our group." With that said, Cormac hops off his chair and straightens his chainmail, the symbol of Moradin around his neck clinking against it softly. He moves over to Gwynn.
"If ye be the last of our group lass then ye should come sit with the rest of us so we can do any last minute hoo hah before we go."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Seeing everyone here, Flint stands up and nods his head to people as Cormac introduces him. "I will be out with the cart if people wish to come when they are ready, I just want to make sure it is ready," You see he is wearing simple leather armour with a shield and a scimitar, and the more observant of you would notice his pouch of spell components.
He goes out to the cart to make sure the horses have enough food and that they are hitched correctly and seem happy enough. He cares little about the contents of the cart, mostly the animals. (Animal handling check if needed: 14)
Gwyyn nods and after hurriedly finishing off her meal, having learned long ago you never know when your next one will be, warily saunters over to the group’s table. “Good morning gentlemen”.
Cormac makes his way back over to the table and chuckles at the formal greeting. " No need to be talking like that to me lass. Since we're to be traveling together night as well do what we can to get along. Just don't touch me beard or ale and I'll br having no problems with any of ye."
Flint makes it to the wagon and finds oxen where he was expecting horses. His experience with animals is such that after a few seconds of tending to them, he learns that they are well trained, well fed, strong and ready to depart.
Sylric stands, slides his pipe into the sleeve of his robes, turns on his heal and carefully inspects those assembled one by one, muttering to himself,
"Cormac...yes yes, a keen dwarf indeed, Rockseer would know, yes...Flint is surely stout and eager.
Yes, yes Gwynn...no doubt great power comes in small packages...fine fine. And Avier Aroth...perhaps he knows some tunes to sooth the soul, but more to the point that he is capable with that morning star...
All fair compliment to you then, Sylric...your magics will be useful to these assembled...certainly certainly..."
Shaking his head as if to clear a fog he announces, "I am Sylric Wasanthi, Wizard and Acolyte of Oghma. I have been in isolation for nigh on 100 years in near constant meditation and research. I need to get to Phandalin with haste to further my studies. I will await you outside with our compatriot Flint. I will be walking beside the wagon and keeping my own counsel for the bulk of this journey. You can expect me to be competent my role as wizard..."
He trails off into silence and stands motionless for several seconds his eyes glazed...just as one of you is tempted to inquire on his well-being he snaps to, turns abruptly, pauses, removes his pipe from his sleeve, lights it, and exits the building.
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You now have a chance to do some role playing while we wait for all the players to join the campaign and do their first post. Would be good to post some basic info about your characters and describe how you met Gundren and how you ended up taking the escort job. Once you are ready, go ahead and post your marching order. At least one character needs to hold the reins (no particular skill necessary to drive the wagon), otherwise, the two oxen that pull the wagon won't move. Not everyone needs to be riding the wagon, some of you can walk behind, in front, or next to it. Even scouting ahead if you want.
Sylric tucks in at a table for one to a hearty meal of tea and pipe smoke...lost in thought and staring absently into the middle distance.
In the habit of those chronically isolated he comments aloud, but to no one in particular, "I do wish the others would show themselves so we could be underway...Sister Garaele..." trailing off into Elven curmudgeon mumble.
A blonde haired dwarf with a well groomed beard sits at table by himself, having spoken with a few other dwarves that had passed him by earlier. By the polished and well made quality of his weapons and armor one would think he was a warrior of somekind, this being made more apparent by the holy symbol of Moradin proudly emblazoned on his shield.
To those that know him well he is called Mac but by all other he prefers to be called by his given name Cormac. If asked he would proudly tell any asked he was part of Clan Alefist of Citadel Feldbar, citing his ancestry back to one of those that reclaimed it from the orcs of the Many Arrows tribe. That in fact is what he had been doing earlier before the other dwarves had gone off to return to their work, leaving him to wait for the rest of the group he woukd be traveling with.
As for how he knew the Rockseer brothers he had been on a mining expedition, using his clerical powers and smithing skills to help make sure things went smoothly. For the most part he did minor repairs to pickaxes and healed any injuries that occured. Whike he did not know the siblings all that well he had been around them enough to strike up a bit of comradeship with them and was glad to help. It also did not hurt that he had been going to Phanalin to deal witj another job he had accepted.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
In the back corner of the inn sits a short, thin, pale, green haired woman by herself. Gwyyn is eating a small meal while keeping a constant watch of the inn’s occupants. She had just recently met Gundren while fighting off some street thugs trying to steal from her. While her dagger skills were impressive for her age, he also noticed her...extra “talents” and thought she would be a good addition to the escorts he was gathering for his supply convoy. Convoy guard wasn’t normally her thing but easy money was, and this job sounded like it would fit the bill. Plus, it would give her a chance to get to Phandalin where she could follow up on a tip she had recently received.
Flint strolls up to the tavern, a stout dwarf with jet black hair and a short, neat beard. Seeing Cormac who had spoken to him earlier, he walks over and sits down. "Hello again. I don't suppose you are also here for Gundren."
Flint hasn't met Gundren before this job. But he does know Sildar from when Sildar was hired by someone in his town. Flint stood by his side against a minor bandit attack so Sildar recommended him to Gundren.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Cormac looks to the other dwarf as he finishes the last sip from his tankard, setting it down and carefully wiping the foam from his beard. "That I am. He and his brother seemed to be excited fer this and I be havin business in Phandalin already so it works out for them and meself. As he finishes speaking he leans back in his chair and carefully looks Flint over.
"Have ye met any of the others that are comin along? I don't want to be sittin and wait for em to get ready for this."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Based on description from Rockseer's correspondence regardibg this job, Sylric is fairly certain these are the two dwarves who will be among his companions on this task. They certainly were no more than acquaintances when the second walked in...
He slowly approaches their table and, greeting them in Dwarvish says, "Good day to you sirs, I am Sylric Wasanthi, Acolyte of Oghma and seeker of knowledge, are you also friends of the Rockseer?"
"I am more a friend of his companion. I would call myself an acquaintance with him."
When we head out, Flint will take the reigns, He is very comfortable with animals.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
"Understood. My dwarvish is a bit rusty. I have only just met him as well...and only by messenger at that. I am anxious to get under way, as we all are I am certain. Have you confirmation of the total number for our cadre?"
Madame Rosene, Driftwood Tavern's owner, walks up to the table where Flint, Sylric, and Cormac are chatting about the mission. She looks old, at least for a human, but at the same time, you can think her able to manage the business for a few more decades.
Upon arriving to your table, she giggles and then, talking to herself, but not caring if you can hear her: "Just as he said, you can't miss the symbol."
Addressing Cormac: "Hi sweetheart, your friend Gundren left a note for you. I believe it contains names and basic descriptions of those who will help you take the wagon South." Hands Cormac a piece of parchment that contains a few scribbles in Dwarvish.
After glacing at Flint and Sylric: "It looks like you already found two of them. While I can't read Dwarvish, I have a good memory, and they do fit Gundren's descriptions. Finding the other two shouldn't be that hard. At this time of the day business is still slow for me."
She starts walking towards the kitchen, stops, and addressing the trio says: "Don't worry about payment for the meals you just had. After finding whatever it is that he and his brothers found, he has been" touches her nose with the forefinger and looks up while trying to come up with the right words "a little bit more generous." She giggles again and finally says before leaving: "Please be on your way as soon as possible. While I certainly appreciate business, I could use the space in the back, and that wagon sure takes a lot of space. I'll be in the kitchen if you boys need me."
For Cormac and any others he shares the note with (and if you understand Dwarvish):
Find the others and follow. Got to go, lot of things to do.
Flint, one of us, black hair.
Sylric, talks to himself a lot but he's good, for an Elf.
Gwynn, green hair, thin woman. More to her than what meets the eye.
Avier, looks Elvish, good musician, can defend himself.
Wish you hot forges!
"Aye this be that excitable fools writing or me eyes are failing."Cormac says as he reads the note before passing it to Flint to read as well, before he turns to the tavern owner and offers her a nod off thanks.
"We be owing ye thanks fer delivering this to us. This be but a small token of my thanks." He hands her the money for his drink and extra as well, his eyes scanning over the rest of the group. "Now fer introducing myself. I am Cormac Alefist of Citadel Feldbar. I have both me warhammer and the power of the maker of me people Moradin at me side. If any of ye act a fool and get hurt I can heal ya up a bit. But me favorite things to do is bash in the head of any monsters that get to big fer their britches "
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
"Gentlemen, I believe..." checking the note, "Gwynn has been observing us from afar. Perhaps one of you should invite her to join us. I am loathe to repeat myself and therefore will reside here at this adjacent table until all have assembled."
Sylric sits at the next table and lights his pipe.
A half-elf in chain mail walks towards the table, "Good day, gents. I suppose this would be the convoy group? I am Avier Aroth, what are your names?"
Aside from his chain mail, he has a simple shield slung over his shoulder and a deadly looking morningstar hanging on his left side. He has short, blond hair and sharp, blue eyes, as well as a cheerful smile on his face.
"Ye just missed mine. I am Cormac and this here be Flint and the elf is Sylric. Now if ye be excusing me I have to go get the last one of our group." With that said, Cormac hops off his chair and straightens his chainmail, the symbol of Moradin around his neck clinking against it softly. He moves over to Gwynn.
"If ye be the last of our group lass then ye should come sit with the rest of us so we can do any last minute hoo hah before we go."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Seeing everyone here, Flint stands up and nods his head to people as Cormac introduces him. "I will be out with the cart if people wish to come when they are ready, I just want to make sure it is ready," You see he is wearing simple leather armour with a shield and a scimitar, and the more observant of you would notice his pouch of spell components.
He goes out to the cart to make sure the horses have enough food and that they are hitched correctly and seem happy enough. He cares little about the contents of the cart, mostly the animals. (Animal handling check if needed: 14)
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
Gwyyn nods and after hurriedly finishing off her meal, having learned long ago you never know when your next one will be, warily saunters over to the group’s table. “Good morning gentlemen”.
Cormac makes his way back over to the table and chuckles at the formal greeting. " No need to be talking like that to me lass. Since we're to be traveling together night as well do what we can to get along. Just don't touch me beard or ale and I'll br having no problems with any of ye."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Flint makes it to the wagon and finds oxen where he was expecting horses. His experience with animals is such that after a few seconds of tending to them, he learns that they are well trained, well fed, strong and ready to depart.
Avier hops on the wagon and pulls out his flute. He calls out cheerily to the group, "Do you mind if I play us a little tune?"
Regardless of the response, he'll grin and start playing, a trill melody that's reminiscent of wind passing through trees.
Performance: 21
Sylric stands, slides his pipe into the sleeve of his robes, turns on his heal and carefully inspects those assembled one by one, muttering to himself,
"Cormac...yes yes, a keen dwarf indeed, Rockseer would know, yes...Flint is surely stout and eager.
Yes, yes Gwynn...no doubt great power comes in small packages...fine fine. And Avier Aroth...perhaps he knows some tunes to sooth the soul, but more to the point that he is capable with that morning star...
All fair compliment to you then, Sylric...your magics will be useful to these assembled...certainly certainly..."
Shaking his head as if to clear a fog he announces, "I am Sylric Wasanthi, Wizard and Acolyte of Oghma. I have been in isolation for nigh on 100 years in near constant meditation and research. I need to get to Phandalin with haste to further my studies. I will await you outside with our compatriot Flint. I will be walking beside the wagon and keeping my own counsel for the bulk of this journey. You can expect me to be competent my role as wizard..."
He trails off into silence and stands motionless for several seconds his eyes glazed...just as one of you is tempted to inquire on his well-being he snaps to, turns abruptly, pauses, removes his pipe from his sleeve, lights it, and exits the building.