City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII
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ajanders
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Enter Theo, a small lovable boy with a small, lovable basket
The doors of the Red Dragon Inn are substantial: when the winter winds blow in from the sound, thin doors make for a cold common room. Joe oils the hinges meticulously, but the smaller races still need an effort to open the door -- one of the barmaids usually tries to stay there, ready to lend a helping hand. Today all the barmaids are elsewhere when the door begins to open, slowly -- by itself, it seems, at first glance, for no head is seen over the seated patrons.
Must be a halfling or a katara. Look down.
No, farther down than that.
A towheaded six-year old human in a navy-blue jumper is determinedly pushing the door open. He pushes it all the way to the wall before letting it swing back as he mops his brow with the back of his hand.
The pack basket on his sturdy little shoulders bobs as he walks past the barmaids, eyes only for Joe. The little boy walks up to him, sticks out his hand, and pipes "Hi, Mister Joe! I'm Theo!"
Joe blinks for a moment -- an epochal event in the Red Dragon, when Joe is at a loss for words -- and then takes the proffered hand, shaking it gently. "So, Theo...what can we do for you today?"
Theo beckons Joe closer, and he bends low to hear. After a moment, Joe nods and puts out his hand. The boy reaches into his pack and somberly draws out a small brown bar smelling strongly of cinnamon. Joe takes the bar, smells it, and then pops it into his mouth. He chews thoughtfully, then smiles. "Deal!"
Joe picks the boy up, pack basket and all, stands him on top of the bar, and pounds a beer stein on the table until everyone quiets down and looks at him.
Theo squares his shoulders and addresses the room in a piping alto.
"Thew's monstews in my Gwamma Goody's attic!"
He pauses to let this sink in for a moment.
"Evwybody thinks she's making it up, but she's not! Gwandma wouldn't do that!"
He pauses another moment, to let everyone assure themselves of this.
"If you'll come fight the monstews, you can have my cookies." Theo looks up defensively. "An she made 'em fow my biwthday an' said I could do whatevew I wanted with 'em, as long as I didn't get sick, an if you eat 'em, I can't get sick an you can't get sick, cause thew weally good cookies!"
Joe nods in confirmation of this last statement and licks his fingers.
Theo looks around imploringly.
"Please?"
OOC Notes: The adventure "Short and Sweet" is planned for a party of 2-4 first level characters. It is a vignette not designed to last for a full level -- the attic's not that big.
First level characters will be challenged and possibly underpaid. Second level characters may not be challenged and will definitely be underpaid.
Please post responses here: I would like to open a separate thread for this adventure no later than Friday evening: this way everyone has a weekend to get started in on things.
The doors of the Red Dragon Inn are substantial: when the winter winds blow in from the sound, thin doors make for a cold common room. Joe oils the hinges meticulously, but the smaller races still need an effort to open the door -- one of the barmaids usually tries to stay there, ready to lend a helping hand. Today all the barmaids are elsewhere when the door begins to open, slowly -- by itself, it seems, at first glance, for no head is seen over the seated patrons.
Must be a halfling or a katara. Look down.
No, farther down than that.
A towheaded six-year old human in a navy-blue jumper is determinedly pushing the door open. He pushes it all the way to the wall before letting it swing back as he mops his brow with the back of his hand.
The pack basket on his sturdy little shoulders bobs as he walks past the barmaids, eyes only for Joe. The little boy walks up to him, sticks out his hand, and pipes "Hi, Mister Joe! I'm Theo!"
Joe blinks for a moment -- an epochal event in the Red Dragon, when Joe is at a loss for words -- and then takes the proffered hand, shaking it gently. "So, Theo...what can we do for you today?"
Theo beckons Joe closer, and he bends low to hear. After a moment, Joe nods and puts out his hand. The boy reaches into his pack and somberly draws out a small brown bar smelling strongly of cinnamon. Joe takes the bar, smells it, and then pops it into his mouth. He chews thoughtfully, then smiles. "Deal!"
Joe picks the boy up, pack basket and all, stands him on top of the bar, and pounds a beer stein on the table until everyone quiets down and looks at him.
Theo squares his shoulders and addresses the room in a piping alto.
"Thew's monstews in my Gwamma Goody's attic!"
He pauses to let this sink in for a moment.
"Evwybody thinks she's making it up, but she's not! Gwandma wouldn't do that!"
He pauses another moment, to let everyone assure themselves of this.
"If you'll come fight the monstews, you can have my cookies." Theo looks up defensively. "An she made 'em fow my biwthday an' said I could do whatevew I wanted with 'em, as long as I didn't get sick, an if you eat 'em, I can't get sick an you can't get sick, cause thew weally good cookies!"
Joe nods in confirmation of this last statement and licks his fingers.
Theo looks around imploringly.
"Please?"
OOC Notes: The adventure "Short and Sweet" is planned for a party of 2-4 first level characters. It is a vignette not designed to last for a full level -- the attic's not that big.
First level characters will be challenged and possibly underpaid. Second level characters may not be challenged and will definitely be underpaid.
Please post responses here: I would like to open a separate thread for this adventure no later than Friday evening: this way everyone has a weekend to get started in on things.
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doghead
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Jaan Saresaar, male human servant of the Greenman
Jaan watches the new arrivals arrive and introduce themselves.
"I'm Jaan Saresaar, Servant of the Greenman," he says in way of response.
Jaan snorts quietly at Zaeryl comment about mortals. Jaan doesn't discount the possibility that the ... whatever is not mortal. But if it were so much better than the poor mortals like himself in the Tavern, it wouldn't really be needing to proclaim it.
Jaan stuggles not to laugh at Michael's response.
Jaan listens to Theo's announcement with interest. When the boy is done Jaan climbs to his feet and crosses the floor. Jaan knees in front of the boy so as to be able to converse eye to eye.
"You look like an honest boy Theo, so I believe you. I am Jaan Saressar. I am a Servant of the Greenman. They call him Verdante here. Do you know him?
"Well the Greenman doesn't really like monsters. So can you tell me any more. What sort of monsters do you mean? Are they big and hairy? Or quiet and sneeky?"
ooc: Jaan is second level, but he's also a paladin. So his natural inclination is to help out, regardless of the rewards (he does like cookies well enough through). But he'll bow out if there are new characters who want to jump in.
Jaan watches the new arrivals arrive and introduce themselves.
"I'm Jaan Saresaar, Servant of the Greenman," he says in way of response.
Jaan snorts quietly at Zaeryl comment about mortals. Jaan doesn't discount the possibility that the ... whatever is not mortal. But if it were so much better than the poor mortals like himself in the Tavern, it wouldn't really be needing to proclaim it.
Jaan stuggles not to laugh at Michael's response.
Jaan listens to Theo's announcement with interest. When the boy is done Jaan climbs to his feet and crosses the floor. Jaan knees in front of the boy so as to be able to converse eye to eye.
"You look like an honest boy Theo, so I believe you. I am Jaan Saressar. I am a Servant of the Greenman. They call him Verdante here. Do you know him?
"Well the Greenman doesn't really like monsters. So can you tell me any more. What sort of monsters do you mean? Are they big and hairy? Or quiet and sneeky?"
ooc: Jaan is second level, but he's also a paladin. So his natural inclination is to help out, regardless of the rewards (he does like cookies well enough through). But he'll bow out if there are new characters who want to jump in.
Patlin
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"What do you say, Michael? Shall we help out the boy ourselves, or let some of these others cut their teeth on the task?"
ooc: Obviously Michael, the DM's PC can't participate, and I've read the adventure proposal... so Ironwolf will have to pass on this one as well. Ironwolf will therefore take the position that others in the inn seem more in need of work than he is himself.
ooc: Obviously Michael, the DM's PC can't participate, and I've read the adventure proposal... so Ironwolf will have to pass on this one as well. Ironwolf will therefore take the position that others in the inn seem more in need of work than he is himself.
ajanders
Explorer
Le Sigh...
Michael looks rueful.
"Unfortunately, I cannot partake in any adventure with payment in cookies."
He indicates his stomach.
"I am expecting any day now this new masterwork breastplate I ordered. If I get paid in cookies, I won't be able to fit into the darn thing."
He rubs the rock against his jaw thoughtfully.
"I can, however, sit in the front yard with some cure light wounds spells memorized, if anybody's concerned they might get themselves laid up for a long period of time. As long as I stay away from the cookies."
He buries his head in his hands.
"And they've got almonds, too...Sela, thank you for helping to build my character. I promise to thank you even more when you stop."
OOC Note: Hopefully this is not cutting too close to participation, but I figured having healing might make this seem less risky for a small or clericless party.
Michael looks rueful.
"Unfortunately, I cannot partake in any adventure with payment in cookies."
He indicates his stomach.
"I am expecting any day now this new masterwork breastplate I ordered. If I get paid in cookies, I won't be able to fit into the darn thing."
He rubs the rock against his jaw thoughtfully.
"I can, however, sit in the front yard with some cure light wounds spells memorized, if anybody's concerned they might get themselves laid up for a long period of time. As long as I stay away from the cookies."
He buries his head in his hands.
"And they've got almonds, too...Sela, thank you for helping to build my character. I promise to thank you even more when you stop."
OOC Note: Hopefully this is not cutting too close to participation, but I figured having healing might make this seem less risky for a small or clericless party.
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Erekose13
Explorer
Eternity turns to watch Zaeryl enter. His pale skin and strange look set him out, perhaps he too is like her. His mocking tone however does little to endear him to the Elan. She is about to speak out about being immortal as well, but chooses not to when he walks away without waiting for a responce. Her choice is reaffirmed when Vanitri and Wilhelm are not very keen on the stranger either.
"It would appear that I have found kindred spirits at such an early point in my journey." she replies to the two.
The young child's proposal is of little interest to the Elan, thinking to herself that it is just a childs tale. As Jaan speaks up, she looks in his direction acknowledging another follower of that natural order to herself keen to speak to him at some point in the future. Perhaps she should not dismiss things so easily.
She returns her attention to Vanitri and Willhelm to hear what they have to say about the child's offer.
"It would appear that I have found kindred spirits at such an early point in my journey." she replies to the two.
The young child's proposal is of little interest to the Elan, thinking to herself that it is just a childs tale. As Jaan speaks up, she looks in his direction acknowledging another follower of that natural order to herself keen to speak to him at some point in the future. Perhaps she should not dismiss things so easily.
She returns her attention to Vanitri and Willhelm to hear what they have to say about the child's offer.
Xael
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Almayce, Grey Elf Cleric of Gliran 2
A skinny and somewhat weak-looking Elf clad in black robes enters the Inn. "Almayce, Priest of Gliran. Still.", he says, trying to introduce himself with as few words as possible and heads for a corner seat.
He pauses when he sees the kid. "So what's going on again?", he asks from nobody in particular.
OOC: Almayce is 2nd level, and I figure we have more than enough 1st level people to fill up the adventure, but he's also just 230 Xp short of third level. So in the unlikely case there aren't enough people interested he could join. But I'll let the 1st level characters apply first. And then fight with the paladin.
A skinny and somewhat weak-looking Elf clad in black robes enters the Inn. "Almayce, Priest of Gliran. Still.", he says, trying to introduce himself with as few words as possible and heads for a corner seat.
He pauses when he sees the kid. "So what's going on again?", he asks from nobody in particular.
OOC: Almayce is 2nd level, and I figure we have more than enough 1st level people to fill up the adventure, but he's also just 230 Xp short of third level. So in the unlikely case there aren't enough people interested he could join. But I'll let the 1st level characters apply first. And then fight with the paladin.
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doghead
thotd
Jaan Saresaar, male human servant of the Greenman
Jaan glances over his shoulder at Michael.
"Thank you for the offer Michael. I have a little power in healing. But it is only really enough to keep someone from slipping away if they are badly hurt. Your offer is very generous."
A thought occures to Jaan.
"Theo. Your Grandmama lives in Orussus I assume."
Jaan glances over his shoulder at Michael.
"Thank you for the offer Michael. I have a little power in healing. But it is only really enough to keep someone from slipping away if they are badly hurt. Your offer is very generous."
A thought occures to Jaan.
"Theo. Your Grandmama lives in Orussus I assume."
gogo_jerrick
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Setis
Setis, sitting at the bar, looks up at the small human. His stomach grumbling and the thought of never having his mothers cooking again, he looks up at the boy. "My name is Setis," he says, whiping his nose and drying his tears. "I sure would like a cookie. Is your grandmother a nice lady? I would like to meet her, and like to help you."
Setis reaches into his backpack to bring out a toy so that he and the boy may play while the others make up their minds.
Setis, sitting at the bar, looks up at the small human. His stomach grumbling and the thought of never having his mothers cooking again, he looks up at the boy. "My name is Setis," he says, whiping his nose and drying his tears. "I sure would like a cookie. Is your grandmother a nice lady? I would like to meet her, and like to help you."
Setis reaches into his backpack to bring out a toy so that he and the boy may play while the others make up their minds.
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