D&D 5E EB's ToEE and RttToEE Campaign - IC

Bekah watches the scene with and amused, wry smile. Hefting the purse after the exchange with the half-orc she smiled even more widely. Before the crowd started to get a mind of it's own she grinned and nodded to the pirate Zanword.

Out of the corner of her mouth she calls out, "Huzzah for Captain Blackpearl!" she looks about in mock surprise. "A round for the Captain and his friends!"

"Huzzah!" roars the crowd.

"Drinks for the Captain, and his crew."

EarlyBird said:

It touches on the subject of the Ingundi, and their assault on Nulb.

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"They don the skins of your loved ones," declared the witch, looking almost pleased, "so they can eat your face and add *your* skin to their collection."

EarlyBird said:

When Hexiros is asked about his origins, he is unsure where is people originate from, only that they have been slowly migrating from the west into the Flanaess, his birth parents were not there during his hatching.

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“Aren't you Fey-born?”


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Using the hubbub as cover, the old gall simply gets up and walk away, gesturing Olster into a private, head-bent discussion.

"Ah..." She's strangely hesitant, fingers worrying a fold of her severe dress, pale eyes gliding away when confronted. "The girl. Ramin... Is she well?"

Hommlet/Inn of the Welcome Wench
25 Goodmonth
7:52 AM
Round 0

Emmyr eyes Gremag the halfling as the little man goes for the dagger at his belt. The dwarf actually grins. But the fun is interrupted by the half orc. As the halfling is sent scurrying off, Emmyr points two fingers toward his own green eyes, then at Gremag in warning.

They are interrupted again by a motley crew of townsfolk following Zanward around like a batch of squealing fan girls. Emmyr rolls his eyes a bit, but takes up Bekah’s things and follows the crowd back to the Welcome Wench.

Emmyr doesn’t say no to free drinks, however early in the morning it is.

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16 sp
10 cp
Blue quartz, 10 gp
Necklace 200 gp (Rana)
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Initiative: +1
Perception: 10
Speed: 25
AC: 16
HP: 23/23 HD: 2/2d10+3
Second Wind (1/R): 1d10+2 hp
Action Surge (1/R)
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Lady Rebekah - half elf bard charlatan noble
Gwylla - half elf wizard
Hexeiros - dragonborn fighter
Rana - feylock
Zanword - human fighter pirate
Aridhe - human moon druid
Templeton - human rogue ratcatcher
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25th day of Goodmonth 579 CY
Hommlet, Inn of the Welcome Wench
11:43 am

Ostler jumped at the noise coming from the common room. As he approached the door Rana intercepts him and asks, "The girl. Ramin... Is she well?" He smiles sadly and pats her wrinkled hand. "I am sorry," his voice a bit husky. "She died to a fever almost five years ago, she was your youngest? Nevermind, try and stay clear of Marin," he adds as someone from the common room calls for him. "I must go, I am sorry."

As Rana slowly returns to seat at the table, the rest of the group enters the room drinks in hand.

"So who did you find to help us, captain Blackpearl; and how much are they willing to contribute?" inquired the witch when things seemed to have calmed down far enough. Barely restrained emotions seemed to course below her wrinkled skin... though not necessarily about the current topic.

Rana breathed in, willfully relaxing her grip. Old choices, left to fester and rot... that too was the swamp.

She bruskly pointed to Templeton with the dangerous implement that was her cane, "Dirt Boy here discovered something interesting about the locket... Though the Wills boy himself hasn't shown hide nor hair yet." So, little progress on *that* front.

She gave Rebekah's new leather-and-braid outfit a long, up and down look... but didn't otherwise comment.

To Aridha she turned last... "And how was your morning with the handsome captain, child?"

Aridha shrugged. "His head's tae big tae be handsome," she grumped, then motioned at the hangers-on. "Picked up this lot. Oh, and the monsters in the forest are bloody great spiders apparently. So I met the local druid, and he suggested we go take a look an' make sure they're in the wrong before wipin' 'em out. Sounds good tae me."

"Spiders? How big are they exactly?" Gwylla says, looking interested.

Templeton ducked as if the Old Woman's staff shot a death beam from it. He then stood and patted himself to see if he was still intact. Once satisfied he was still in one piece he shrugged and produced the locket in his palm with a deft motion. "It has a little hidesy part inside it does. There was a likeness of the Farmer's dead missus."

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