You find yourself inside the “Pathfinder guild”. The main building looks like a tavern. When you enter you see a bar in front of you and tables with benches placed throughout the room. Above the bar is a balcony, the second floor. On the left hand side you find a door, next to the bar, leading to a small library, the scribe’s office and the tailor’s working room which has a door to the backside of the building. There is also a mission board on the wall left of the door. On the right hand side you find a staircase leading to the second floor. The second floor is divided in two. The guildmaster’s (off limit) room and the general bedrooms. Out the backdoor is all the equipment to practice blacksmithing.
On the mission board are currently 4 missions:
We request aid in the search for a long lost artifact. Our civilization is at the brink of survival, and our only hope is to retrieve the artifacts. They may aid us with the battle against the Cubis.
We have found an ancient temple deep in the jungle. We request help with retrieving the riches that have been held within. So far we haven't found clues as to the origins of the temple.
Found beneath this request is a contract for the construction of a road between Silverhollow and Morwald. We dare not send our workers alone on this journey as the region has been pestered by bandits for a long time now.
One of our newly dug out mines has been plundered. The whole working crew has been murdered. We need you to investigate the mine for us. We already have sent search parties of our own, they haven't been seen since. Please help us.
A small silver scaled creature pokes it's head into the doorway of the guild hall. It's forked tongue slides out and tastes the air before the creature darts under one of the tables. From the shadows under the table it studies the mission board.
Fish slowly rises his head above the opposite side of the table, just enough to see, and says, "Fish heard man on the street above say there were jobs that paid in gold and treasure. He also said all were welcome, does that mean Fish too?"
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She responds to you in a calm and lovely voice.
Yes, everyone is welcome here. Your name was Fish you said? Well Fish, I might just have a job for you.
She walks over to the mission board as she is talking. As you come to the board she points at the lowest mission reading: Mine takeover URGENT!
The guild is almost overdue with this one.
Fish stays under his table but follows the elven woman with his eye. "Yes, Fish was looking at that one. Mines is a good place for Fish, dark and lots of places to hide. If food is free Fish will have some."
She walks back to the bar and returns with soup and half a loaf of bread. She sets it on the table and squats to look under the table.
"You might want to sit at the table when you're eating."
As Fish starts eating she continues the conversation.
"I think you can't do it alone though. You'll have to wait for more people to turn up."
She walks back once more and grabs two mugs of beer. She sits down at the table next to Fish and sets down one of the mugs in front of him.
Fish stays under his table and slow reachs up for the soup and bread. From under the table the sounds of rapid munching and slurping can be heard and then followed by a small burp. The bowl is then placed back on top of the table. "Good food, Fish thanks you." When the beer is placed on the table he reaches up and pulls in under the table as well. After sniffing it a few times he asks, "What is this? It smells like bread but is liquid."
He's not ready to come out from under the table yet.
A man of obviously Keleshite extraction sits lazily at a table, resplendent in a glorious reinforced robe of vibrant yellows, oranges, and reds. His eyes go wide as he sees Fish scuttle in. Very, very carefully, he lifts his feet off of the floor.
"You! Abd, explain this creature! Am I come to this horrid land to see you feed vermin under the table as you would a pet?! I am not accustomed to such barbarism and savagery." His accent is comprehensible, but distinctively Kelish.
Fish shakes his head at the offer for more soup before licking the beer foam from his snout. He growls at the Keleshite man's comment, and replies with "Fish is not pet." Then goes back to drinking his beer.
She sits up again and looks at the other table. She smiles and starts speaking to Almalik.
"No need to be rude. He is a person as much as you are. I believe everyone has his own peculiar bits"
She keeps smiling the whole time she's talking.
"Would you like some soup and bread too? You could tell me where you're from when you're eating."
She ducks under the table again and asks Fish if he would want to join them at the table.
"Want to join us?"
Almalik hesitates but only for a moment, knowing to never turn down an offer of food from a host.
"Yes, I will take soup and bread. And I prostrate myself before you with apologies; I have not encountered such a ... creature. You said you are a Fish?"
Almalik makes his way over to the table Fish is hiding under and carefully seats himself as far as possible from the kobold.
From the opposite end of the table Fish peers over the edge at the bearded man. "Name is Fish, not actually a fish. Fish is really a kobold born from dragons. What is bearded mans name?"
The elvish woman leaves the table to get more soup and bread. After a short while she returns with a bowl of soup and bread in one hand and another mug of beer in the other. She smiles as she serves it to the newcomer.
Here you go. And please tell us your name, you don't look like you come from around here.
When Ama wakes up up she's in the middle of a road. She gets on her feet and takes a look around at the unfamiliar landscape. Ama notices a small puddle and approaches it, because it reminds her of the pool in which she died mere seconds ago. In the puddle Ama sees her own reflection, which looks as unfamiliar as the land around her. Two wide, soft yellow eyes stare back from the puddle, both fixed in the face an elf with long, sharp ears. The elf has a gray skin, and straight, black hair that has several strands of purple mixed in.
I rather like this form.
Ama starts walking toward some buildings she sees in the distance. While walking she realizes she's now wearing clothes. Her clothes consist of black leather boots, a light gray wool skirt, a sturdy black belt, a black shirt, and a dark gray cloak with a hood. The hood's on Ama's back, and because Ama's never seen a hood before she figures it's just decoration.
As she continues to walk Ama inspects the object on her back, which is her backpack. Things appear to be inside, but Ama's not sure what. She also sheaths and unsheathes her nodachi several times, not even sure what it's function could be.
I like how it's shiny.
A certain building draws Ama's intention, and she decides to approach the building. She walks up to the door, having a feeling that's where she should go. It takes Ama several tries to figure out how to open the door, which is apparently done by pulling a object attached to it down, but she finally manages to do so and enters the building. Inside the building are several people. There's a person who looks a bit like Ama, another person with round ears and hair on the chin, and a small person with scales. The last one sits below a wooden object with four leg-like objects, which Ama is unable to identify for what it is: a table.
"Who are you?" Ama asks the people inside the building with a curious look on her face. Her voice is soft and gentle.
They are people?
Nagbur had studied the crumpled form for a long while. A dead longshanks was the last thing he'd expected to see upon topping the rise, and he stood there alternately watching it and glancing around nervously, fearing a trap of some sort. But eventually he'd decided the potential loot was worth the risk, and continued down the road towards the body.
And now, just as he nears, it asserts its not-dead status by groaning and stirring. A short yelp escapes him as he turns and runs, panicked, back over the ridge before diving to the ground. Then crawling forward just enough to peer over the gentle hillcock, he watches the longshanks struggle to its feet, look around as if disoriented, and then begin walking towards the town ahead.
Nagbur stares at it for a few heartbeats then quietly stands, makes a token effort to brush away some dirt and mud, straightens his alligator-head helmet, and strikes off following it, matching its pace... and questioning the wisdom of his actions every time it pulls out its slicer. Which it does repeatedly, for no reason he can discern.
He ducks behind a rain barrel when she -- tallfolk all look alike but he decides it's most likely female -- turns from the road towards a building. He watches around the container as she struggles with the catch on the door, eventually opening it and entering the building.
Door much tricky, he thinks. No follow more if it shut!
With no additional consideration, he rushes forward to the door, catching it just before it swings closed behind the longshanks. Then, cautiously, he sticks his head inside and peers around.
The effect is something like an alligator that's dining on a blue goblin sticking its head into the room about four feet off the floor. This is a "cutesy" but reasonably accurate rendition of Nagbur.
The barmaid looks up at the noise from the door.
Come on in, it's open!
she calls out to the stranger.
The door opens and an elvish looking woman steps inside.
Hello! I'm Vaara, who are you?
Suddenly as the door swings shut a head pokes around the corner.
And who is your little friend?
She smiles very friendly at the two newcomers.
Come join us at the table, there is enough for everyone.
That is a really funny image.
Nagbur locks gazes with the barmaid for a few heartbeats, and then he blinks. Deciding the situation seems safe, he takes a step inside, one hand still gripping the open door. He makes a point of using his spear as a walking staff to show no hostile intent, while making it clear he is not defenseless.
He looks like a goblin, but an extraordinary one. While small in absolute terms, at four-foot-nothing he would tower over most goblins. And while that race's coloration ranges from grays through blues and greens, this one's leathery skin is an exceptionally bold and deep shade of blue. Too, he has long black dreadlocks rather than the bald pate of a typical goblin.
But there's no mistaking the flat wide head, the beady red eyes, the obscenely wide mouth (likely filled with jagged razor-sharp teeth), or the large pointed ears only partly hidden by his... helm.
And that helm! An alligator, gutted and cut back to yield something vaguely resembling a hooded riding cloak, with the wearer peering out through the open maw of the dead reptile.
The aroma preceding the little blue fellow hints that the alligator had been skinned, but not cured or treated in any way.
"No friend. No friend. Nagbur."
Nagbur lifts his head slightly and sniffs. His eyes growing a bit wider and his stomach rumbles loudly.
"Ama?" Ama asks Vaara. "I think that's correct? Figures... Hmm... Yes, that'll be my name. Ama."
Ama's just taken her backpack from her back when Nagbur enters the guild. "Why do you have one of its friends on your head?" she asks Nagbur, pointing at Fish when she speaks the word its.
It takes Ama some time to figure out how to open her backpack, but when it's finally opened she turns it upside-down. All of the backpack's contents fall on the table.
Flint and steel
"What's that?" Ama asks Almalik as she takes the grappling hook, pointing at the bowl it landed in and the partially spilled soup with her other hand. She then slams one of the grappling hook's points into the table, nearly hitting one of the acid flasks by accident. A look of wonder crosses Ama's face when she discovers the grappling hook's now stuck in the table.
Ah... I see...
With some effort Ama pulls the grappling hook out of the table, and stores it in her backpack. She then picks up one of the acid flasks, and looks like she's about to slam it into the table as well when she raises her arm.
Almalik looks on in horror at the goblin and the bewildered-looking elf. He slowly eats some of the food.
The bread is like stone and the soup is bland.
"Delicious! I am honoured by the hospitality of the guild. My name is Almalik ibn... no, just Almalik Fezana will do." He meets the eyes of those at the table as he speaks. "So this is... Fish a kobold. And I now see a goblin wearing a dead alligator. Hello Nagbur. And finally you are Ama? Do none of you possess family names?"
Almalik wipes at the remains of his soup with careful precision.
I am surrounded by maniacs and insane people. I fear for my life. I hope they are mighty in battle.
When the front door opens Fish scrambles to Alamlik's end of the table and stares at the new comers over the edge of the table. He looks at Almalik as if sizing him up before replying to the mans question, "Fish is outcast, so no tribe or family, but they also use to taught Fish with name Silverscale."
"I like Ama... Do I need a family name?" While pondering about this Ama lowers the acid flask and studies it. She has the sudden feeling she shouldn't smash it into the table, or something bad will happen.
"If I need one, could I borrow yours?" Ama asks Almalik. "Your first name is also like mine, except longer. So what about Ama Fez, instead of Fezana?"
"Wait, no... I feel like that word means something else... So I'll just be Ama."
Nagbur looks at Ama when she addresses him, then at her pointing finger, then finally at Fish.
A wide grin splits his face -- confirming those suspicions about sharp teeth -- and he, too, points at Fish. "Ha ha! You smaller than me! Uglier too! Why you under table?" Nagbur suddenly crouches a bit, swiftly glancing around for some overlooked threat before relaxing again.
His eyes narrow when Almalik labels him. "You blind, longshanks? Me no goblin! Taller, stronger, smarter, better looking than any goblin!"
"Family name? Family name?" He draws himself up proudly. "Me be Nagbur Damnstink. No family name."
Ama isn't exactly sure on what a goblin is, but she nods her head at Nagbur's words. "Harder, better, faster, stronger."
She goes back to inspecting the items from her backpack, picking up the flint and steel. Slamming them together produces a spark, and Ama lets out a surprised "Ooohhh!"
After putting the flint and steel in her backpack again, together with the acid flasks, Ama inspects some of the other items.
Fish growls at Nagbur's comments and his claws start to dig into the table where he is gripping it. "Fish is under the table because Fish can fit and it is dark. Fish think you ugly with flat face and big mouth."
Vaara moves to get food for the newcomers. She serves it up as everyone is discussing their names.
"My name is Vaara Edhelrin, though my family name isn't really important."
She smiles happily at the rag tackle bunch of people at the table. She tries to avert a fight and starts talking about something else.
"So you all came here to join the guild?"
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The arrival of nourishment distracts Nagbur from Fish's reply, and he dives into his meal as if he hadn't eaten in weeks.
Around a mouthful of food he says to Vaara, "No. Me walking, find dead longshanks." He motions at Ama. "Go to see but longshanks not dead. Nagbur follow here. Follow here. What is 'guild?' Nagbur can join? Means more food?" The last bit is asked with a bit of sadness as he stares at his now-empty plate, bowl, and mug.
She listens to Nagbur very carefully and answers his questions.
"Ah, what a guild is? The guild hires people to do small jobs as noted on the noticeboard. You get free food and you will get paid through the guild."
She pauses for a moment to see if everyone is listening.
"You may all join of course. Actually you would be very welcome, we have a mission which is almost overdue. So you could start immediately if you wanted to. Well after a good nights rest of course"
She smiles warmly at everyone gathered.
"Let me bring you some more food and drinks. You can't make a decision on an empty stomach!"
After a minute she has laden the table with soup, bread and beer for everyone.
The family name is the only name that is important. It will take a while to learn these strange customs. Like letting kobolds eat at the table. Does everyone do this?
"Yes, I am here to join the guild. I understand you have need of a man of my considerable talents, and I have need of reliable work."
Almalik inhales slowly as he stares around the table.
"So we are to be working together. I am a sihr, an arcane caster. And it appears that we have our choice of jobs to do together sa well."
He takes another sip of his soup, frowns, and begins to work his thumb and forefinger together while whispering arcane words. A brown powder with a rich smell dusts the top of his soup.
"There, seasoned. Now, we have our choice of mission. It appears this mine is the most serious and would suggest we begin there. I trust you can all read?"
Vaara smiles at Almalik's arrogant reply.
"You haven't proven yourself yet so we'll have yet to see about your considerable talents."
Her smile turns to a grin as she says the last bit.
"You do look like a fun party though! You should definitely go together. On the first mission there isn't really much choice, the mines really need to be investigated or else the guild will miss a lot of funds. Money we really aren't able to miss."
She looks out the window and sees that the sun is already heading towards the distant horizon.
"I will prepare a bed for you for the night. It's too late to leave for the mines now. If you leave early in the morning I will be able to accompany you the first part of the journey. It's about a day's walk from here to the mines."
Once everyone has decided on joining she will leave the table and head to the second floor. She'll prepare the rooms for everyone who wants to stay.
With a shrug Ama puts the last items back in her backpack. "I have nothing else to do that I could think of."
Ama ignores the food and drinks, and follows Vaara upstairs. The sight of the beds is something else that confuses Ama. "What are we supposed to do here?"
Fish follows Edhelrin up stairs and when presented a bed he picks one furthest from the door and curls up underneath it.
"Free food, free food!" Nagbur chants with excitement, and he dives into his second helping. An off-key tune, sung in muffled words from a stuffed mouth, begins.
Copper good and silver too,
slit your throat and take from you!
Steal your gold if in the mood,
but always ready for free food!
Suddenly aware everything's gone quiet around him, Nagbur looks up from his plate, and then around at the staring faces.
"Uh... is old goblin song. Me hear... once... somewhere..."
He clears his throat nervously and returns to his meal, paying an inordinate amount of attention to eating.
Nagbur is surprised to hear lodging will be provided as well. "Longshanks soft in head, give too much away! But Nagbur help. Join guild thing."
When they reach the sleeping quarters, he frowns as Fish makes a beeline for the farthest bed. But then he breaks into a grin as the kobold crawls under it. Nagbur strolls over, shucks his pack, and plops down on the bed.
He then rolls over noisily and hangs his head off the edge, looking at Fish. "What you name again? Me Nagbur." He offers a handshake.
As Ama stands confused before the bed and Fish crawl under one Vaara begins to doubt the group of adventurers. She keeps her smile and tells Ama what to do.
"You can lay down on top of it to rest. Pull the blanket over yourself when you lay down to keep yourself warm."
She looks under the bed where Fish just vanished.
"You may want to lie on top of it. It's way more comfortable."
Vaara returns downstairs and begins to clear the table.
"If you're finished I will clean everything. Tomorrow morning I will have breakfast and a lunchpack ready. "
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She looks under the bed where Fish just vanished."You may want to lie on top of it. It's way more comfortable."
Nagbur grins at Vaara. "Too late! Dibs!"
Bewildered, befuddled, and bemused, Almalik makes his way upstairs. He overhears Ama asking about how sleep works and finally passes out to the sound of Nagbur's goblin song, wondering what the hell he's gotten in to.
Ama walks over to the nearest bed and drops herself on it. As she lies on her belly the weight of her backpack presses down on Ama, and her nodachi's hilt presses in her stomach. "On top of the bed isn't very comfortable either," Ama concludes.
She gets back up and places her backpack next to the bed, then places her nodachi against the wall. When Ama takes off her cloak a bunch of javelins falls out. "Huh... I didn't know I had those..."
"Better," Ama concludes when she lies down on the bed again, and she suddenly thinks of something.
Taking things off made it better. So if I take more things off, it may become even better!
Curious to find out if she's correct Ama takes off all her clothes, throwing them on a pile next to her bed. Ama lies exposed on her bed for several seconds, during which Almalik enters the room, until she remembers what Vaara said about the use of the blanket. She then crawls under the blanket.
Yes, this is much better.
It doesn't take long before Ama falls asleep, not realizing what she just did.
Of course I kept the description PG-13, but I thought it was just too funny to not post this xD
Hmmmm... Yeah xD
The next morning you wake up with the smell of fresh bread and the sound of plates on the table. When you go downstairs you find the table set for breakfast. At the front door you see small packages, they contain food and water supplies for a day or two. There are also bedrolls and a flint and steel for the unprepared.
Vaara greets you at the table.
"good morning! Had a good night?"
She eats some bread with cheese and continues to talk.
"Everything is prepared for the journey. I hope you are also prepared!"
Even this early in the morning Vaara is smiling and seems energetic.
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Nagbur flies down the stairs and dives for the table at the first whiff of breakfast. "Me starving!" he declares as he stuffs food into his mouth. "Not eat since dinner!"
Later, after the first helping has taken the sharp edge off his hunger, Nagbur looks at the others and then responds to Vaara.
"Not prepared, talk first. Need to know things. Need plan."
He hops off his chair and walks around and around the table, hands clasped behind his back, studying the other adventurers like some grand general. "Nagbur need to know who to protect. Who," he says, prodding Fish in the side, "gets most hurt," poking Ama, "when attacked," jabbing Almalik.
He looks at Fish. "You look tough; me bet you good at hiding, too. Nagbur squishy but me okay, stay away from fighting real good." Then he looks at Ama and Almalik. "One of you longshanks, me think. Which of you most squishy?"
He climbs back into his chair and looks at Varra while gathering a second helping. "And you tell about mines, how we get there, what you know and stuffs."
EDIT: Removed "ugly" reference since if Fish asked Nagbur not to do that, he'd respect that request.
Before going to sleep Fish takes Nagbur's hand as an offer of friendship. "Name if Fish, and do not call Fish ugly. It make Fish angry and bad things happen when Fish get angry." Fish is uneasy at first as it take him a bit to get used to his new surroundings. Eventually he drifts off to sleep unsure of how he got here or why he feels such a strong urge to stay.
Fish wakes up late as he was in a deep sleep and everyone forgot he was under the bed. He eats his breakfast and even sits at a table like everyone else, though he makes an attempt to keep some distance.
Flashback to last night
Nagbur makes a motion that was probably a prone shrug. "You called Nagbur ugly too. Means nothing. But me not call you ugly again even if you are, okay?"
He looks around, then pushes himself forward so his head ducks further beneath the bed. In a lowered voice he adds, "You work with longshanks before? They mostly crazy. Not bad, just nuts. You got no tribe here. Me got no tribe here. You and me need to stick together. Each watch other's back, okay?"
Ama wakes up some time after her smaller room mates. She does a few quick stretches, and leaves the bedroom. Once in the hallway she figures it's a bit chilly without clothes, so she goes back into the bedroom and dresses herself. While at it, Ama also takes her other belongings with her.
"I finally figured out what this is for," Ama says as she pulls out her nodachi. She swings it at a loaf of bread, and cuts it into two pieces.
"Small version may be better though, for small things." Ama points at the knives next to the plates.
After sheathing her weapon again Ama sits down. She's busy plucking her bread apart when Nagbur asks her who's squishy. "Some parts of me are, but I'm lucky to have bones."
What do I do with this stuff, put it in my mouth like the others do?
Ama puts as much bread in her mouth as she can. A while later she starts making panicked sounds while pointing at her mouth. "Hmpfa! Hmpfa-fa!"
It's all stuck in my mouth!
Almalik rises with the sun and takes his time to pray to the Everlight and wash. He is the last to arrive downstairs and settles in to his food after greeting everybody coldly, but courteously enough.
After he is settled down, Almalik nods over to Nagbur.
He's smarter than he looks... nobody is as dumb as he looks.
"To my shame, I am no frontline combatant. My arcane studies require incredible concentration and expertise which has not left me much time to lift heavy things and throw them at those who offend m..."
He trails off as Ama discovers the wonders of eating for the first time.
"I don't mean to be rude... well, yes, I do. What is wrong with you? You are unfamiliar with eating, and yet you want to journey with us into dangerous mines? How am I to trust you in combat? Are you some manner of a wizard's pet? Or were you, to abuse the idiom, actually born yesterday?"
Flash back to last night.
Fish nods in agreement to Nagbur's proposal to watch out for each other. Is this what it is like to have a friend?
Back to this morning
After watching Ama stuff her face with bread he gives Nagbur and knowing glance. Most soft skins seem to be intelligent,but this one seems to struggle with simple tasks."
Once everyone is present at the table Vaara begins the mission briefing.
"There isn't much known about the mines current situation sadly. I will tell you what happened and what I have heard of it up till now."
She pauses briefly to drink some water.
"A while ago a investigation group entered the guild to submit a mission here. The story I'm going to tell is what they've told me."
She looks around the group to see if everyone is listening.
"The group was in front of the mine, just about to enter, when they heard an ear-piercing scream from the mine. A high pitched dying scream. They looked at each other doubting if they should go in. Several other searching parties had gone before them and failed. They decided to go in. The moment they entered they heard 'walking' in the walls, like rats but this had a sound of two instead of four feet. It kept following them until they came to a crossroad. Suddenly everything became black. The torches gave of warmth but no light. No one seemed to see anything anymore. They were trying to back away from the darkness when a voice came from the wall. A high sneering voice."
Suddenly the light in room begins to dim.
"We know what you want The voice from the wall said. As the first voice faded another voice from the opposite wall rose up. You will never get it!. As sudden as a thunderclap a loud angry booming sound comes from within the mine. A howl of pain. The dwarves began to ran for the entrance, feet still following them. They left the mine, too scared to return."
As sudden as the lights began to dim they seem to return to their original brightness. Vaara smiles at the group as if the story doesn't touch her at all.
"So that's about it I know about the mines. Do you think you're up to it?"
Almalik nods carefully, and then sneers.
"A darkness spell, a secret passage, and a thunderstone. We could be dealing with a cranky tiefling, or a great evil of unimaginable power. I will be happy go on this mission."
Since the map is up, I assume we have moved to the mines?
---Once in the mines---
Despite his braggadocio, Almalik is clearly uncomfortable in the mine. He touches a finger to his dagger, which begins to glow with a weak light.
"There. It is important to not be terrified by parlour tricks. Be afraid of what you know is dangerous, not what you think is dangerous. Whatever has murdered so many miners is indeed dangerous, but I could read a darkness scroll and throw a thunderstone without too much issue."
He lets out a low breath, staring at the limit of his light.
"I have prepared illusion spells today as our captor certainly seems to love parlour tricks. Perhaps he--or she will appreciate my little joke."
Ama takes some of the food out of her mouth and chews what's still inside, mimicking the others. She then swallows it, which results in her eyes growing large.
I feel something move inside me... Is this what pregnancy is like?
Her eyes return to their normal size, and Ama shakes her head.
No, can't be.
"Born? No," Ama replies to Almalik. "Though I did come around yesterday. You were here earlier?"
She then puts the bread she took out of her mouth earlier back in, and repeats the process called 'eating' by the others. When done eating Ama turns to Almalik again. "So what's this combat you speak of?"