Dwarves unite! The idea of members of a dwarven clan adventuring together is old school sweetness.
I am ready to play a dwarven wizard!
Raddosric gazed at his reflection in the mirror, while he was getting dressed in his room at the Inn of the Welcome Wench in Homlet. He smiled at his likeness, it was a smile that would make a mother hide her daughters, a banker clutch his coin purse a little tighter, or cause a widow to blush. Radosric mused that while he was not yet 25 years old the reflection looking back at him seemed, not only older, but more competent or experienced then his years. He stood close to 6 feet tall and was well muscled like a race horse, broad in the shoulders and narrow at the waist, and he carried himself with an air of confidence and the swagger of a veteran.
As the bard continued looking at his reflection he noticed his eyes, they are same color of the sky right before a storm, but it is more than their color that draws his attention, his gaze appears knowing and penetrating. His eyes are set in a well-proportioned and lightly tanned face which is framed by slicked brown flowing hair, the color of wet sand, pulled back in a pony tail.
Perfect, this is much better, Raddosric concluded as he straightened the collar on his crisp clean shirt and looked at the road stained leathers he normally wore piled in a heap on the floor. He reminisced, was it only a few short days ago that I left Corustaith? What a sight I must of have been traveling through the Gnarly Forest alone. He pictured in his mind his harried figure hustling down a forest trail in his traveling boots and wearing leathers so worn they looked grey, around his waist he wore a thick sturdy belt with an assortment of pouches attached to it, with a dagger sheathed at either hip. As always, his lute was strapped across his back next to his sword. He must have cut a fine figure indeed as he rushed for the comfort of the inn. Raddosric shook his head and focused his attention back on the task at hand, pulling his dark blue jacket on over his starched white shirt. When he is done dressing, he approvingly looked at his reflection again.
He thought, Enough admiring yourself, you are acting like a maiden going to her first ball. Radosric grabbed his Lute and headed down to the common room. “Time to Earn some coin," he whispered to his reflection in a rich full baritone.
The first thing Raddosric does when he entered the common room of the Welcome Wench, or any tavern for that matter, is take a deep breath, relishing in the distinct smells that taverns have. This particular tavern smelled of stale beer, unwashed bodies, and adventure. Next, he looked around gazing upon the clientele and tried to judge the mood of the crowd. As a well traveled bard he can usually size up a tavern pretty quick. While it is only midday there is a sizeable crowd starting to gather. Radosric continued in and found a seat at one of the tables and observed, Lots of dwarves here. He cursed silently as he knew that dwarves held tightly to their purses and would not freely spend their coin on music. Perhaps a tale of a Dwarven King or lost treasure hoard, he pondered.
Thaldal was sitting at a table at The Welcome Wench pouring over his notebook when he noticed the human come in from one of the rooms. He grunted as he took in the look of what he assumed was a bard. Dressed in soft clothes and grinning, looking like what a human might call a 'pretty boy', Thaldal thought of his own attire. He was wearing a set of scale mail made of good solid metal, his gauntlets set aside on his table. His beard was trimmed into a perfect rectangle hanging down his belly into his lap. His armor and boots were both polished to a sheen. He had several rings of precious metals on his fingers, also glimmering in the light. I'll never understand the humans' obsession with their appearance, he thought without a shred of irony.
He quickly turned back to his book before the lute-laden man noticed him looking and tried to solicit him for some coin for a tale of a Dwarven King or something. He was double checking his notes and making sure he made the right judgement two days before. Tyr commanded his priests to arbitrate for any who asked it of them. Thaldal had met a pair of men in a dispute on his way to Hommlet. He was confident he had done the right thing but Thaldal has always made sure to learn from any and every experience he could.
Aeariel walks into the Welcome Wench with a smile. The road had been a long one, and this village of Hommlet seemed to be a little like her own home in Saltmarsh. It was a daunting trip, across a great swath of water to the seaside town of Safeton. From there it was traveling north for a few weeks to the city of Narwell and finally, the road had led here to Hommlet.
Footsore and covered with the dust of many roads, the weary young woman set her trident against the wall where she had taken a seat and put her feet up with an audible sigh.
"A large mug of cider please, and maybe some fresh bread and fruit." she calls to the server.
Raddosric sat and reflected on the pecuniary nature of dwarves dulling his pain with cheap ale as he searched his memory for a tale that would fatten his flaccid purse. He was still considering his options when a woman with Elven features walked in with a trident. He waited for her to get a drink and asked as he pointed at the weapon that was leaning against the wall, "Where did you get that?"
Aeariel smiles as she answers the man's question.
"It was a present from my Grandparents. When I was 16 my father took me to visit them for the first time in their home below the waters of the Wooly Bay. Pretty neat eh! Oh, I'm Aeariel of Saltmarsh...pleased to meet you."
He holds his mug in salute, "Well met Aeariel. I am called Raddosric a traveling bard" He too a quick sip of his drink and asked rhetorically, "Woolly Bay you say? I've sailed down the Selintan River on a few occasions. From the Nyr Dyv in the north to Woolly Bay in the south." With a warm smile he asks, "What brings a fair lass this far inland?"
Blushing slightly at Raddosric's friendly nature (and calling her a 'Fair Lass"), Aeariel stumbles to get out her story.
"Well I am looking for trouble...err...well not looking for Trouble, but looking to stop trouble...or help people with trouble. No, ummm...in trouble. I...want to help people who need help...I'm an adventurer??"
This last was said in a much quieter voice and with cheeks aflame!
Raddosric listened politely to the young woman and nods his head in agreement, "Tis an exciting path you have chosen. I believe there may be a tale or two to come of it."
When Terry asks to join he responded, "Well met, pleas have a seat good sir and take a rest from the road. I am Raddosric and this is Aeariel," he said pointing at his new companion. He continued with an impish smile gesturing at the dwarf, "And this dwarf is so tight lipped we failed to get his name."
Thaldal looked up from his notebook to see they were talking about him. He stood up and offered a blood red hand, distinctly different from his skin tone, to shake. "Thaldal of clan Farkasten, I didn't know we were forming a dinner party."
"Come on Brutus! Just a few more hills... Yes there she is! Just a little further."
The white haired dwarf with twigs and nettles in his braided white beard, tugged on the reins of the squat brown mule. He grinned broadly as they entered the village of Hommlet, and approached the Welcome Wench with a tired swagger.
The dwarf stables the mule, unpacks a few saddle bags and straining under the weight barges into the tavern. Once inside he squints in the poor light as his eyes adjust, and seeing a number of fellow dwarves, smiles, nods at the ones looking up from their beers and saunters over.
As he approaches a strong earthy smell mixed with wild flower fragrance washes over you, "Isinghar Thorden... it's been a long time since I've shared an ale in company of my kinsmen. Barkeep! An ale for me and another round for the good folk here present."
He introduces himself and pulls up a stool.
Aeariel is beside herself with excitement. Here she is, in a tavern with other adventurers! She can barely keep the goofy grin off her face as she takes in all the others around her.
Will this be my new adventuring group? Will we form a band and travel the realms saving people and performing deeds of daring-do!?"
Cheered by his newly filled mug Raddosric raised it in salute to the amiable dwarf. He took a long swig of the fine brew savoring the fruity taste. The bard grinned at Terry's remark and added with a laugh, "Heckled stories are my specialty!"
A footsore giant of a man plods into the tavern, roughly attired with worn lamellar armor, a club, and a cheap wooden shield. He plops his backpack onto a table with a heavy sigh and waves a barmaid over. It takes a while before he gets served though, his visage one to put off most women, but his gentle voice and kind manners soon puts hearts at ease.
"I sure could use a beer. Or two."
He sets out a few coins to cover the cost, not sure whether the businesses in these parts prefer cash up front or not.
As he sips his drink, he scans the room and notices Aerial immediately, the clear signs of a traveler written all over her face, and clothes, and gear, and, well, everything. The others with her look like potential sources of information too.
Ah, a kindred spirit I would guess. A bit young it seems. Wonder what has led her to the life.
Little Ben approaches the group, beer mug in one hand and backpack dangling from the crook of his other elbow, and announces himself.
"Got room for another? Been by myself for a while and wouldn't mind a little company. You lot look like travelers to me too. Any news you want to share?"
Ben waits patiently like a rock until invited.
Sensing a kindred spirit in the large man, Isinghar nods, "Welcome young man", says the dwarf with strange platinum, white hair and beard. His deep blue eyes appear to glow in the dark tavern room, "I too have been traveling... from the Welkwood most recently. News to share? Please do! I have been away from towns and villages for some time, and am also eager to hear news, in particular about my clansmen in the Lortmil Mountains." He looks at the other dwarves gathered around, hoping they will speak up and share.
"Some parts are like that. Could be worse though. In orc lands you'd be better served to avoid the taverns. "
After a lengthy talk, Ben excuses himself.
"Well, best get some rest. I have another day of travelling ahead of me and need to get some sleep. Hope we all meet again when I have time to linger."
good bye all...sorry it did not work out...have fun
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Isinghar bids farewell to the large half-giant Druid and the young lady. He continues his conversation, drinking another mug of ale.
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I have it in my mind that Thaldal is from a city somewhere. Would Ulek be a good choice?
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I have two very simple rules.
1) Don't cheat. I know that there are ways to beat the RNG. If I catch you doing it, you will be ejected from the game. I play fair and so should you. I don't expect any of you to cheat, but it has happened in the past, so I put this rule in here.
2) If a spoiler is to someone other than you, don't read it! If you don't speak the language in question, don't read it. If it is labeled "GM Screen" or "GM's Eyes Only" or some other such, don't read it.
You MAY read the Dice Rolls spoiler. I put all the rolls in there (except secret ones) just to keep the post neat.
Sorry. Forgot to check the Discussion tab. Seriously.
This whole connecting thing looks to be going sideways right now. Unless you're a dwurf.
Sorry for the several day break between posts. I've been looking for a way to insert myself into the conversation, but on Thursday night I got incredibly sick. I'm just catching up.
Sounds fair. Thanks for the heads up.
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With the imminent approach of Christmas, I am going to be out-of-touch from the 20th-27th. My brother-in-law is treating my wife and me to a trip to Disney World so that she can see the Christmas decor before her vision is completely lost. To that end, I will be unable to post during that time. If I am in your game, please bot me as necessary. If you are in my game, I will try to find the time before Wednesday to make a brief post, but the game will be suspended until Dec. 28th. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and a very Happy New Year to all!
Enjoy!
Not sure if I'll have time later so, Happy New Year!
Headed to a Boy Scout Shooting Sports campout to run the archery range. In the Hill Country and a valley, so there is no cell service after I get there.
Will be back Sunday night.
Last week was a shooting sports event for the local BSA council.
This week is a district camp-o-ree and I'm off to camp with the troop. See everybody on Sunday!
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Con season is upon us, and in just two months, I will be running the game room for CoastCon (Biloxi, MS - March 16-18 if anyone is interested). This does mean that for the next two months, my life is very hectic and gaming must take a back seat. I'm not dropping, just giving warning that my posting may be slightly curtailed (more than usual). If I'm holding things up, just go ahead and bot me if necessary, though I will try to check in at least every other day (except weekends, most of which I will be busy).
If you're in one of my games, I'm apologizing now for any unnecessary delays. Just hang in there and we will plug through.
Time for another BSA Campout at the facility with no cell signals. I head to work in the morning and then go meet the troop and head to camp. I'll be back on Sunday.
More scouting. Helping run a training course that will keep me occupied through late Sunday. I am in cell range and might get a few minutes like this every now and again.