It is nearly night when you arrive in the small village of Phandalin. In the evening twilight you see a lot of ruined stone buildings and newbuild timber houses. In the center of the town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity. You approach the bartender and ask him for a room for the night. He looks a bit embarrassed while he introduces himself as Toblen Stonehill. He leads you to a table where already two other people are sitting with mugs of ale in front of them.
He explains to the three of you that most of his rooms are already occupied and that he only got one room free at the moment. He suggest that you talk with each other and if you agree you can share the room for the night.
A sturdy-looking dwarf walks up to the table, his pack holding a variety of tools sticking out of the pockets. He nods to the innkeep and then glances to the others at the table.
"Me name's Dain Ironfist..." He says as he takes a seat. He wears a green cloak with the symbol of a griffin with iron claws and with smith's tools as the background. "If en yer ok wit it, I would liken ta be sharin tat room wit ye..."
A half-elf of average build wearing very dirty and worn, but well made clothes, solid green eyes set in a pale white face under long, ragged greenish white hair glance around at you all as he pulls up a chair, "I'd be willing, but I definitely need a bath first, I haven't been in a town for awhile." He'll set his pack next to the chair, with his lute on top, you notice the loot seems to be of unique and rough construction and when he sets it down it rattles a little, the strings sounding very out of tune.
Otrov smiles at both the half-elf and the dwarf, and lifts her glass of spiced cider to them both. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she eyes the lute the half-elf has placed down with curiosity and wonder. "Wooooow, what's that? Can you play? It sounds broken, should I fix it? Do you know "Bride of Lava"? It's my favourite! I'm Otrov, by the way. This guy is Dain and he's an Ironfist, even though he's got a bird on his clock. Isn't that funny? Ooh, what's in your pack? It looks heavy."
As Otrov stops for a much needed breath, she realizes the other two are looking at her strangely. "Oh, sorry. People sometimes tell me I talk too much. Hold on," she says as she fiddles a small piece of paper out of one of her many pockets. "Okay," she begins. "I am Otrov. I am a half-ling. I like to shoot things with arrows and bolts. Sometimes I..." she stops and looks at both companions, unsure of the next word. She bites her lip and continues, "...find things. Sometimes I am in the wrong place at the wrong time." Otrov finishes her monotone speech and tucks the paper back into her pocket. "Phew, okay. So do we get to share a room?" She looks to the dwarf. "Hey, we could probably be in the same bed since we're not so tall! Head-to-feet though, no funny stuff beardo!" Otrov cheerfully continues to sip her cider, glancing around the room, offering smiles when she gets eye contact.
As you look around the room, you see a few locals sitting together here and there, but all conversations are unusually quiet and you get a good few nervously looks.
"Naw I no be needin da bed, ye be havin it." Dain shakes his head. "I be good nuff on da floor." He orders a tankard when the serving person stops by the table and nods to the townspeople. "Seemin like em be a wee quiet fer a tavern me thinkin..."
The half elf will wait for a moment to make sure the halfling is done talking before responding, "Yes, I can play, no, its not broken, its supposed to sound like that, no, you can't fix it, I don't think I know that one, and its really not that heavy," he'll pause and seem to count for a moment, "I think that covers everything. My name is Relgalyn by the way." Looking to Dain, "I agree, especially for one that is apparently sold out of rooms, right?"
A barmaid comes and brings Dain the plate of lamb stew he didn‘t order. „People are just waiting for a..., a storm. Don‘t worry, with the tavern full of people you‘ll be saver inside then outside.“ She said before she rushed of to mess up a few more orders.
A few moments later Toblen comes back with your ale and apologizes for the mix up. „Please forgive my wife, her friend disappeared three days ago with her whole family and we are waiting for news from a group of adventures who were looking into it. Don‘t worry about the stew, it is on the house. So what did you decide about the room?“ With an apologizing look to Otrov he adds: “I can add a mattress and a screen to the room, it will be a bit crowded though. But warm and dry.“
“Like i said, nothing to worry about, someone is looking into it already. If you need anything else or if you want to retire for the night, just talk to me or my wife Trilena.“
Relgalyn will look at the other two, “So, help find the missing people before or after we sleep?”
"Well, it's getting pretty dark outside," Otrov begins. "Maybe we should wait until first light to set out?" She looks at Relgalyn. "Say, you must be pretty good with words, carrying that lute around...Should we find out about this group that has left before us? And the family that went missing? I'm pretty stealthy and small, and most people forget that I'm even there. Maybe I could help too!" As she puts forth her ideas, Otrov's eyes are drawn to the few glittery coins left on the table by recently departed villagers... "They...forget..I'm here..."
"Dat probly be a good idea." Dain agrees with a nod to the other two. "Wit darkness comin on, checkin ta see wat da locals know, den go en see ifin we be able to help findin da missin folk." He sits back with his ale in hand though, clearly not about to be the one going to talk with the locals.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
In that case, Otrov will try to feel out the room, listening for conversations that might bear fruit or be interesting, or relevant to the task at hand. (She uses her perception and rolls a 22)
If she notices anything relevant to either the missing family or the adventurers that followed, she will attempt to stealth towards a conversation, trying to overhear anything of value. (stealth roll if necessary: 15)
Relgalyn will casually drift from table to table making friendly conversation, introducing himself and mentioning he’s been away from civilization for a while and trying to catch up on local events, subtly steering the conversation to both the missing, the sense of nervousness around the room, and the other adventurers.
The two of you can gather several pieces of information:
Untill today the village was terrorized by a group of bandits and thugs who are called the Redbands. For some reason they were bearly seen today and the few people who saw them were describing them as on the edge and looking for something.
A group of adventures arrived last night, very mixed crowd. A daemon, a dark elf, a kind but sweaty woman, couple of humans and a halfling.
The townmaster and a new sherif have locked themself up in the townhall, only one of the adventures is seen from time to time entering and leaving
someone broke into Gristas home and stole something
Orcs are coming down the mountains and terrorizing the surroundings
the whole Drendar family disappeared around a tenday ago and today Elmar Barthen , who runs a general store, and his two assistents closed shop and disappeared around midday
"Dat seemin like be nuff ta be makin em so quiet round ere." Dain says with a grunt after hearing the news. "Mayhaps da townmaster of dis sherif would be knowin sometin more. Guessin da place ta start en da mornin may be ta speak wit em..." He finishes his tankard after speaking. "Me tinkin it be tim fer me ta get som rest. Early start ta da mornin en all dat..."
Otrov returns around the same time as Relg. "Guys, should we introduce ourselves to the sheriff? Or maybe we should take a look around this Grista person's home? I think we should go ask Trilena (Toblen's wife) about a couple of these events. I'll go if no one else wants to. I am wondering if some of these things might be related..."
If no one offers to come and help, Otrov will try to talk to Trilena about why the sheriff and townmaster have locked themselves away AS WELL AS the Redbands.
It is nearly night when you arrive in the small village of Phandalin. In the evening twilight you see a lot of ruined stone buildings and newbuild timber houses. In the center of the town stands a large, newly built roadhouse of fieldstone and rough-hewn timbers. The common room is filled with locals nursing mugs of ale or cider, all of them eyeing you with curiosity. You approach the bartender and ask him for a room for the night. He looks a bit embarrassed while he introduces himself as Toblen Stonehill. He leads you to a table where already two other people are sitting with mugs of ale in front of them.
He explains to the three of you that most of his rooms are already occupied and that he only got one room free at the moment. He suggest that you talk with each other and if you agree you can share the room for the night.
A sturdy-looking dwarf walks up to the table, his pack holding a variety of tools sticking out of the pockets. He nods to the innkeep and then glances to the others at the table.
"Me name's Dain Ironfist..." He says as he takes a seat. He wears a green cloak with the symbol of a griffin with iron claws and with smith's tools as the background. "If en yer ok wit it, I would liken ta be sharin tat room wit ye..."
A half-elf of average build wearing very dirty and worn, but well made clothes, solid green eyes set in a pale white face under long, ragged greenish white hair glance around at you all as he pulls up a chair, "I'd be willing, but I definitely need a bath first, I haven't been in a town for awhile." He'll set his pack next to the chair, with his lute on top, you notice the loot seems to be of unique and rough construction and when he sets it down it rattles a little, the strings sounding very out of tune.
Otrov smiles at both the half-elf and the dwarf, and lifts her glass of spiced cider to them both. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she eyes the lute the half-elf has placed down with curiosity and wonder. "Wooooow, what's that? Can you play? It sounds broken, should I fix it? Do you know "Bride of Lava"? It's my favourite! I'm Otrov, by the way. This guy is Dain and he's an Ironfist, even though he's got a bird on his clock. Isn't that funny? Ooh, what's in your pack? It looks heavy."
As Otrov stops for a much needed breath, she realizes the other two are looking at her strangely. "Oh, sorry. People sometimes tell me I talk too much. Hold on," she says as she fiddles a small piece of paper out of one of her many pockets. "Okay," she begins. "I am Otrov. I am a half-ling. I like to shoot things with arrows and bolts. Sometimes I..." she stops and looks at both companions, unsure of the next word. She bites her lip and continues, "...find things. Sometimes I am in the wrong place at the wrong time." Otrov finishes her monotone speech and tucks the paper back into her pocket. "Phew, okay. So do we get to share a room?" She looks to the dwarf. "Hey, we could probably be in the same bed since we're not so tall! Head-to-feet though, no funny stuff beardo!" Otrov cheerfully continues to sip her cider, glancing around the room, offering smiles when she gets eye contact.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
As you look around the room, you see a few locals sitting together here and there, but all conversations are unusually quiet and you get a good few nervously looks.
"Naw I no be needin da bed, ye be havin it." Dain shakes his head. "I be good nuff on da floor." He orders a tankard when the serving person stops by the table and nods to the townspeople. "Seemin like em be a wee quiet fer a tavern me thinkin..."
The half elf will wait for a moment to make sure the halfling is done talking before responding, "Yes, I can play, no, its not broken, its supposed to sound like that, no, you can't fix it, I don't think I know that one, and its really not that heavy," he'll pause and seem to count for a moment, "I think that covers everything. My name is Relgalyn by the way." Looking to Dain, "I agree, especially for one that is apparently sold out of rooms, right?"
A barmaid comes and brings Dain the plate of lamb stew he didn‘t order. „People are just waiting for a..., a storm. Don‘t worry, with the tavern full of people you‘ll be saver inside then outside.“ She said before she rushed of to mess up a few more orders.
A few moments later Toblen comes back with your ale and apologizes for the mix up. „Please forgive my wife, her friend disappeared three days ago with her whole family and we are waiting for news from a group of adventures who were looking into it. Don‘t worry about the stew, it is on the house. So what did you decide about the room?“ With an apologizing look to Otrov he adds: “I can add a mattress and a screen to the room, it will be a bit crowded though. But warm and dry.“
"Da tree of us be sharin da room." Dain confirms with a nod to the tavernkeeper. "What be dis bout people goin missin?"
“Like i said, nothing to worry about, someone is looking into it already. If you need anything else or if you want to retire for the night, just talk to me or my wife Trilena.“
Relgalyn will look at the other two, “So, help find the missing people before or after we sleep?”
"Well, it's getting pretty dark outside," Otrov begins. "Maybe we should wait until first light to set out?" She looks at Relgalyn. "Say, you must be pretty good with words, carrying that lute around...Should we find out about this group that has left before us? And the family that went missing? I'm pretty stealthy and small, and most people forget that I'm even there. Maybe I could help too!" As she puts forth her ideas, Otrov's eyes are drawn to the few glittery coins left on the table by recently departed villagers... "They...forget..I'm here..."
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
"Dat probly be a good idea." Dain agrees with a nod to the other two. "Wit darkness comin on, checkin ta see wat da locals know, den go en see ifin we be able to help findin da missin folk." He sits back with his ale in hand though, clearly not about to be the one going to talk with the locals.
In that case, Otrov will try to feel out the room, listening for conversations that might bear fruit or be interesting, or relevant to the task at hand. (She uses her perception and rolls a 22)
If she notices anything relevant to either the missing family or the adventurers that followed, she will attempt to stealth towards a conversation, trying to overhear anything of value. (stealth roll if necessary: 15)
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons
Relgalyn will casually drift from table to table making friendly conversation, introducing himself and mentioning he’s been away from civilization for a while and trying to catch up on local events, subtly steering the conversation to both the missing, the sense of nervousness around the room, and the other adventurers.
Persuasion: 18
(Dice messing up again, rolling here: 24)
The two of you can gather several pieces of information:
Relg will return to the table and share what he learned with Dain.
"Dat seemin like be nuff ta be makin em so quiet round ere." Dain says with a grunt after hearing the news. "Mayhaps da townmaster of dis sherif would be knowin sometin more. Guessin da place ta start en da mornin may be ta speak wit em..." He finishes his tankard after speaking. "Me tinkin it be tim fer me ta get som rest. Early start ta da mornin en all dat..."
Otrov returns around the same time as Relg. "Guys, should we introduce ourselves to the sheriff? Or maybe we should take a look around this Grista person's home? I think we should go ask Trilena (Toblen's wife) about a couple of these events. I'll go if no one else wants to. I am wondering if some of these things might be related..."
If no one offers to come and help, Otrov will try to talk to Trilena about why the sheriff and townmaster have locked themselves away AS WELL AS the Redbands.
DM - And In The Darkness, Rot: The Sunless Citadel
DM - Our Little Lives Kept In Equipoise: Curse of Strahd
DM - Misprize Thou Not These Shadows That Belong: The Lost Mines of Phandelver
PC - Azzure - Tyranny of Dragons