The tavern is packed, an unusual sight these days. The feast, while not lavish, reminds you of better days. Patrons talk loudly and laugh, and spontaneous drinking or singing contests break out every few minutes. It seems the whole town is here to see you off and give you what advice they have to offer. You're seated at a high table in the middle of the room and surrounded by veteran hunters and delvers, while many of the towns important figures can be found at a long table near the back wall.
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Before taking her seat at the high table, Martina stands by the fire with her lute in hand, dressed in as resplendent of clothing as anyone has seen in recent days, the last vestiges of the trappings of the Forgehand family's noble wealth. It weighs on her deeply in these last hours before her departure, and she sings a melancholy song.
She finishes the song to a smattering of applause and bows, embarrassed. She touches foreheads with each of her family members present, even those who are not on speaking terms causing some grumblings, but everyone stays civil which satisfies her. Let them fight when I am gone if they must, Martina thinks to herself. She ties her luxurious red hair back, then finds a plate and a knife and helps herself to a healthy (but not greedy) portion of food, and a greedy (probably unhealthy) portion of ale before finding her seat at the high table.
Throughout the evening, so long as she maintains her wits, she will be keeping an ear open to finding her battleaxe, a last gift from her father, Mortain, which she has recently misplaced, and is embarrassed about losing so feels can't search for it openly.
Enzo Yager stands 4ft 8in, not the tallest of dwarves, but far from the shortest. His golden brown hair is tied off in a short knot behind his head, while his emerald green eyes enjoy the merry scene before him. Whilst some may prefer the limelight of being the star of the party, which Enzo often did, he quickly grew bored and descended into the crowd of villagers. Using a combination of his charm, wit and general tendency to hook others into conversations, he was able to quickly find a few lads and lasses to fool around with. However, throughout all his hearty drinking and festivities, he makes sure to protect and watch his own belongings.
Cobalt Broadside sits at the table enjoying the atmosphere. He props his young daughter, Anya, up on his knee and plays with her as the rabble around him are deep in their cups. The girl plays with the braids in Cobalt's ginger beard, laughing. This is the last night he'll spend with Anya before she is sent to stay with his cousins, so he'll be damned if he ignores her in favour of the festivities.
As he looks into his daughter's eyes, he can't help but remember the monsters that killed his friends all of those weeks ago. This here, this bundle of happiness on his knee, is the reason he's leaving. He must do his part to destroy the evil creatures that threaten Craggsdeep, and help to find stable food and provisions for his people.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Garkin sips from a cup of water, dressed in his armour as though ready for battle. Shaven headed and his beard ending in beads depicting demons, dragons and other monsters, he looks on at the festivities mournfully remembering his lost family and how they had once enjoyed such events. With a prayer to Kelemvor he begins to eat his meal.
Duhmnatinir Olpams, the towns most veteran cave diver, walks into the room hurriedly and parts the crowd to head straight for your table. "This is the best I could come up with",he says as he places a map on the table. We don't have many maps outside the main tunnel routes, but this should give you a general sense of what's around us and be giving you some direction. The exed-out circles are enclaves fallen. I'll be here for the next few hours if you want to be asking anything."
Martina, seeing that Enzo has not taken his seat and assuming he doesn't mean to motions to the empty chair next to her. She pats the seat of it and sweeps some of the lingering dust of the rocky surface.
"Master Olpams, please take a seat won't ye. Appears Master Yaeger has lost hisself amongst the clan heh heh, all the better for him. Might be a moment 'fore we return, but ah I don't have to be tellin' you eh sir? How many expeditions did ye last again? Ye'll have to share with us yer secret, delvin' all this time and livin' t'see tha next generation do it."
Martina motions at one of the clansmen to fetch Olpams a plate of food and some drink and takes a delicate sip from her mug while she waits for his answer. Her every sip and bite is calculates such that if at any moment she needs to interject to keep his advice coming, she will be able to speak free of spittle or crumbs, part of the delicate dance of diplomacy she was raised with.
(OOC: Oof, I might abandon the accent writing pretty quickly, it hurts my head a bit to do it.)
Cobalt looks up from his daughter for a moment before quickly regarding the map.
"Olpams, have ye tried parley wit' the gnomes or mushroom-folk? I'm of the understandin' that they're rarely openly hostile?" He looks questioningly towards the cave diver, grimacing slightly at the word "enemies" which he sees as a gross misrepresentation of the horrors he's witnessed.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Garkin leans in to study the map " These fallen Enclaves, do they have any survivors? Where would you suggest we head to first?" Garkin injects into the discussion before taking a bite out of his roll.
"That would be twenty-two expeditions me self. The gnomes... at best indifferent, and hard as milkin' a wyvern to git' anything out of unless they be thinkin' the better deal is theirs. All I have to say for the mushroom-folk is they're a strange lot indeed. Too many spores do funny things to even a dwarf's iron skull, but I haven't spoken with their kind much. As to the Enclaves, the one lost to raiders, was lost when I was just a green-eared journeyman, and the bones of the enclave to the east lay still many generations before my time. But where to start...That be the real question...The Ruins east of the sea are known to have plants growing without the nourishment of angler-light, but that place be far below here, I doubt you could reach it without a base camp somewhere in between. Otherwise, some deal with the Sverfilneblin might be found if you're cunning, and we've still yet to hear back from the Dwarves at Deadstone."As he completes the last sentence his food arrives, and he sets about eating it with some degree of intensity.
OOC: I put up a map with a few labels on it that should make it a little more intelligible. A note about that map; the circles don't represent individual caves but rather rough maps of what lives where. Other than a few commonly used routes leading to various places from Craggsdeep, the specific caves and passages are both too numerous and too little explored to map. I'll give you guys more specific maps as you explore.
OOC: Martina hears someone discussing a battle axe that was left propping up a table that had been missing a leg, they don't mention any specific details about the axe.
Martina strokes one of her red sideburns pensively as the old dwarf speaks, then looks a bit surprised at the rigor with which he is eating his food. A big grin on her face, she pats his shoulder, careful not to get any part of her too close to his mouth lest he bite her.
"Gratitude, Friend Olpams, for your counsel." She clears some table space away from where the others are eating and wipes it down first with a damp cloth, then a dry one, then lays the maps out carefully with some pawns to make the landmarks stand out a bit and stands looking over them considering.
"Looking for good places to establish outposts seems an intelligent place to start..." seeing Anya peering over, Martina waves her over and helps her up onto a chair so she can have a clear view, "what say you little Lady Anya? Where should your father and his friends start exploring?"
Cobalt fingers his beard as he regards the map, then smiles at Anya. "I think perhaps we could journey to the rift, then consider our options. Heading to Dambrath is pointless, and the rift opens us up to the sea, the mushroomfolk, Deadstone and the deep gnomes." Cobalt suggests before taking a swig of his ale.
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"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." -Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
He pauses eating momentarily,"Any cave that's having access to water and an entrance that can be hid is a good bet. Ruins be a good foundation, but they can be dangerous as well.", and with that, he returns to inhaling his meal.
Enzo: You hear a few people talking about white amphibian corpses that have been found in some of the fish pools, and there are also rumors that the gnomes have started trading with the Mushroom folk to secure a special ingredient for some kind of brew or ale. Finally, some of the towns stoneworkers have been talking about a man who has begun spending his nights in the crypt after his wife died. They sound suspicious.
(OOC: I'm experiencing one of those moments you get in an open world game where I want to explore everything immediately but have to choose which direction to go.)
Martina moves a pawn from Craggsdeep to the first fork in the road to the south.
"I suppose we'll find out quick enough how long it takes us ta get here, and that's when we'll really need ta decide then; though to be sure it be best to let the clan know where we be headed a'fore we depart, in case anyone needs ta come and find us."
She looks over to her family and her father notices her looking and raises his tankard. Martina does the same from where she stands.
"Not that we'll be needing it. How fare our relations with the Raiders these days, or is that question right out?"
Garkin listens quietly " I agree with Cobolt, we are best heading towards the rift and seeing what we can find there first." running a calloused hand over his shaved head the dwarf adds "What are the main resources the town currently need and what are the best places to secure them?"
"The Raiders would love to make a deal, if just so one could sneak up and put a knife in yer' back as you shook their hands. Besides that, they're a twisted lot. But the main problem around here is we don't have the space. Not every cave can be growing the crops we need, and we've got too many folks, so you'll have ta' either find a place that's safe and fertile to take some of our good dwarven stock, or find somtin' to eat that ain't so hard to grow. Give it another year and we'll be eating rocks mark my words. They say the old empire had a feast every evening in depths farther than these... but you didn't come here fer stories 'nd myths."
if there is nothing further to add then Garkin shall retire for the evening to his bedroom. Cleansing his weapons and armour with oil and prayer, he takes out a old doll of his daughters and his wife's necklace from his pocket, lighting a candle he kisses the doll and whispers goodnight before getting into bed to sleep.
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The tavern is packed, an unusual sight these days. The feast, while not lavish, reminds you of better days. Patrons talk loudly and laugh, and spontaneous drinking or singing contests break out every few minutes. It seems the whole town is here to see you off and give you what advice they have to offer. You're seated at a high table in the middle of the room and surrounded by veteran hunters and delvers, while many of the towns important figures can be found at a long table near the back wall.
Jasuri Silverhands || Tomb of Annihilation
Before taking her seat at the high table, Martina stands by the fire with her lute in hand, dressed in as resplendent of clothing as anyone has seen in recent days, the last vestiges of the trappings of the Forgehand family's noble wealth. It weighs on her deeply in these last hours before her departure, and she sings a melancholy song.
When last I saw me father's face
Twas bright and clear as mithril
His hands as strong as adamant
His voice deep as the mines
But yea when he departed
In search of feast and fortune
Me mother cried disheartened tears
An lo what did he find?
Naught but death and mystery
Is that what shall become of me
In search of feast and fortune
If 'tis indeed what fate decreed
Then least that fate is mine.
performance : 14
She finishes the song to a smattering of applause and bows, embarrassed. She touches foreheads with each of her family members present, even those who are not on speaking terms causing some grumblings, but everyone stays civil which satisfies her. Let them fight when I am gone if they must, Martina thinks to herself. She ties her luxurious red hair back, then finds a plate and a knife and helps herself to a healthy (but not greedy) portion of food, and a greedy (probably unhealthy) portion of ale before finding her seat at the high table.
Throughout the evening, so long as she maintains her wits, she will be keeping an ear open to finding her battleaxe, a last gift from her father, Mortain, which she has recently misplaced, and is embarrassed about losing so feels can't search for it openly.
insight : 19
~♡~
Enzo Yager stands 4ft 8in, not the tallest of dwarves, but far from the shortest. His golden brown hair is tied off in a short knot behind his head, while his emerald green eyes enjoy the merry scene before him. Whilst some may prefer the limelight of being the star of the party, which Enzo often did, he quickly grew bored and descended into the crowd of villagers. Using a combination of his charm, wit and general tendency to hook others into conversations, he was able to quickly find a few lads and lasses to fool around with. However, throughout all his hearty drinking and festivities, he makes sure to protect and watch his own belongings.
Cobalt Broadside sits at the table enjoying the atmosphere. He props his young daughter, Anya, up on his knee and plays with her as the rabble around him are deep in their cups. The girl plays with the braids in Cobalt's ginger beard, laughing. This is the last night he'll spend with Anya before she is sent to stay with his cousins, so he'll be damned if he ignores her in favour of the festivities.
As he looks into his daughter's eyes, he can't help but remember the monsters that killed his friends all of those weeks ago. This here, this bundle of happiness on his knee, is the reason he's leaving. He must do his part to destroy the evil creatures that threaten Craggsdeep, and help to find stable food and provisions for his people.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Garkin sips from a cup of water, dressed in his armour as though ready for battle. Shaven headed and his beard ending in beads depicting demons, dragons and other monsters, he looks on at the festivities mournfully remembering his lost family and how they had once enjoyed such events. With a prayer to Kelemvor he begins to eat his meal.
Duhmnatinir Olpams, the towns most veteran cave diver, walks into the room hurriedly and parts the crowd to head straight for your table. "This is the best I could come up with", he says as he places a map on the table. We don't have many maps outside the main tunnel routes, but this should give you a general sense of what's around us and be giving you some direction. The exed-out circles are enclaves fallen. I'll be here for the next few hours if you want to be asking anything."
Here is the link to the map.
Jasuri Silverhands || Tomb of Annihilation
(OOC: Where are we starting on this map?)
Martina, seeing that Enzo has not taken his seat and assuming he doesn't mean to motions to the empty chair next to her. She pats the seat of it and sweeps some of the lingering dust of the rocky surface.
"Master Olpams, please take a seat won't ye. Appears Master Yaeger has lost hisself amongst the clan heh heh, all the better for him. Might be a moment 'fore we return, but ah I don't have to be tellin' you eh sir? How many expeditions did ye last again? Ye'll have to share with us yer secret, delvin' all this time and livin' t'see tha next generation do it."
Martina motions at one of the clansmen to fetch Olpams a plate of food and some drink and takes a delicate sip from her mug while she waits for his answer. Her every sip and bite is calculates such that if at any moment she needs to interject to keep his advice coming, she will be able to speak free of spittle or crumbs, part of the delicate dance of diplomacy she was raised with.
(OOC: Oof, I might abandon the accent writing pretty quickly, it hurts my head a bit to do it.)
~♡~
Cobalt looks up from his daughter for a moment before quickly regarding the map.
"Olpams, have ye tried parley wit' the gnomes or mushroom-folk? I'm of the understandin' that they're rarely openly hostile?" He looks questioningly towards the cave diver, grimacing slightly at the word "enemies" which he sees as a gross misrepresentation of the horrors he's witnessed.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
Garkin leans in to study the map " These fallen Enclaves, do they have any survivors? Where would you suggest we head to first?" Garkin injects into the discussion before taking a bite out of his roll.
"That would be twenty-two expeditions me self. The gnomes... at best indifferent, and hard as milkin' a wyvern to git' anything out of unless they be thinkin' the better deal is theirs. All I have to say for the mushroom-folk is they're a strange lot indeed. Too many spores do funny things to even a dwarf's iron skull, but I haven't spoken with their kind much. As to the Enclaves, the one lost to raiders, was lost when I was just a green-eared journeyman, and the bones of the enclave to the east lay still many generations before my time. But where to start...That be the real question...The Ruins east of the sea are known to have plants growing without the nourishment of angler-light, but that place be far below here, I doubt you could reach it without a base camp somewhere in between. Otherwise, some deal with the Sverfilneblin might be found if you're cunning, and we've still yet to hear back from the Dwarves at Deadstone." As he completes the last sentence his food arrives, and he sets about eating it with some degree of intensity.
OOC: I put up a map with a few labels on it that should make it a little more intelligible. A note about that map; the circles don't represent individual caves but rather rough maps of what lives where. Other than a few commonly used routes leading to various places from Craggsdeep, the specific caves and passages are both too numerous and too little explored to map. I'll give you guys more specific maps as you explore.
OOC: Martina hears someone discussing a battle axe that was left propping up a table that had been missing a leg, they don't mention any specific details about the axe.
Jasuri Silverhands || Tomb of Annihilation
Martina strokes one of her red sideburns pensively as the old dwarf speaks, then looks a bit surprised at the rigor with which he is eating his food. A big grin on her face, she pats his shoulder, careful not to get any part of her too close to his mouth lest he bite her.
"Gratitude, Friend Olpams, for your counsel." She clears some table space away from where the others are eating and wipes it down first with a damp cloth, then a dry one, then lays the maps out carefully with some pawns to make the landmarks stand out a bit and stands looking over them considering.
"Looking for good places to establish outposts seems an intelligent place to start..." seeing Anya peering over, Martina waves her over and helps her up onto a chair so she can have a clear view, "what say you little Lady Anya? Where should your father and his friends start exploring?"
~♡~
Cobalt fingers his beard as he regards the map, then smiles at Anya. "I think perhaps we could journey to the rift, then consider our options. Heading to Dambrath is pointless, and the rift opens us up to the sea, the mushroomfolk, Deadstone and the deep gnomes." Cobalt suggests before taking a swig of his ale.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
(Does Enzo hear anything of note or interest while talking to everyone else in the room?)
He pauses eating momentarily,"Any cave that's having access to water and an entrance that can be hid is a good bet. Ruins be a good foundation, but they can be dangerous as well.", and with that, he returns to inhaling his meal.
Enzo: You hear a few people talking about white amphibian corpses that have been found in some of the fish pools, and there are also rumors that the gnomes have started trading with the Mushroom folk to secure a special ingredient for some kind of brew or ale. Finally, some of the towns stoneworkers have been talking about a man who has begun spending his nights in the crypt after his wife died. They sound suspicious.
Jasuri Silverhands || Tomb of Annihilation
(OOC: I'm experiencing one of those moments you get in an open world game where I want to explore everything immediately but have to choose which direction to go.)
Martina moves a pawn from Craggsdeep to the first fork in the road to the south.
"I suppose we'll find out quick enough how long it takes us ta get here, and that's when we'll really need ta decide then; though to be sure it be best to let the clan know where we be headed a'fore we depart, in case anyone needs ta come and find us."
She looks over to her family and her father notices her looking and raises his tankard. Martina does the same from where she stands.
"Not that we'll be needing it. How fare our relations with the Raiders these days, or is that question right out?"
~♡~
Garkin listens quietly " I agree with Cobolt, we are best heading towards the rift and seeing what we can find there first." running a calloused hand over his shaved head the dwarf adds "What are the main resources the town currently need and what are the best places to secure them?"
"The Raiders would love to make a deal, if just so one could sneak up and put a knife in yer' back as you shook their hands. Besides that, they're a twisted lot. But the main problem around here is we don't have the space. Not every cave can be growing the crops we need, and we've got too many folks, so you'll have ta' either find a place that's safe and fertile to take some of our good dwarven stock, or find somtin' to eat that ain't so hard to grow. Give it another year and we'll be eating rocks mark my words. They say the old empire had a feast every evening in depths farther than these... but you didn't come here fer stories 'nd myths."
Jasuri Silverhands || Tomb of Annihilation
"When do we leave?" Cobalt asks.
"The most important step a person can take is always the next one." - Dalinar Kholin; Oathbringer
"As soon as all are awoken tomorrow."
Jasuri Silverhands || Tomb of Annihilation
if there is nothing further to add then Garkin shall retire for the evening to his bedroom. Cleansing his weapons and armour with oil and prayer, he takes out a old doll of his daughters and his wife's necklace from his pocket, lighting a candle he kisses the doll and whispers goodnight before getting into bed to sleep.