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

[EarlyBird]

Emmyr stomped out of the small tailor's cottage (it wasn't a shop so much as his home, where he worked), and asked. "What did he mean about private archery lessons? Granted he had a masterfully craft bow on that table, but he didn't look like he knew how to use it."

Bekah only half heard the dwarf as she drifted across the road heading for the trader. In her mind she could still see those bright blue eyes, his soft blond hair, and... she shook her head to clear it and finished putting away the coins Jinnerth had given her for the dresses. Parting with them had been hard, but she was lucky she didn't lose something else in the encounter.

"Well, were here. Hey, where are you going?" the dwarf asked as Bekah walked past the storefront lost in thought. Thankfully the dwarf had come along to keep her grounded, she put all thoughts of anything other than the job at hand out of her head, and entered the trading post, best smile in place.

And yet her best smile did not win over the gruff halfling (Gremag), who ran the store. Bekah knew he was offering very low. Maybe it was an attempt to make her feel like she was getting a bargain should they barter to a higher price. Perhaps? Although not entirely. She indicated that she would think about the offer as she and Emmyr looked around.



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Emerald dress + shoes - Value 15 gp -sold
Burgundy dress + shoes - Value 15 gp -sold
Chest - 5 gp
Scroll case - value 1gp
Scroll case - value 1gp
Disguise Kit - value 25 gp[/sblock]

OOC: Money obtained so far = 13gp money offered for the rest of you items = 9gp Persuasion check DC16 roll: 1d20+5=14 And what are you looking to buy things here are not PHB list price, sorry

 

[River Song]

"Well Emmyr dear," a distracted Bekah mused. "What do you think? Do you think the halfling offers a fair price?"

The tailor had been such a dear man and his knowledge of fashion had been a surprising revelation for her. She supposed that the emotion of letting go of her dresses had gotten to her a little. If wasn't easy to divorce oneself of a life so lovingly crafted; she had been Lady Rebekah for a while now but it hadn't changed her fortunes much. Here she was again, on the road with nothing but her wits and charms to aid her. Though, that being said, the dwarf Emmyr was a perfectly agreeable companion, if she could manage to replace some of the smellier ones with some more like him and the bookish half-elf....

Lost in thought she headed back to the halfling's store. "Sir, I believe you are taking advantage," she began sternly. "You think your reputation is safe in this small area, but word travels my friend. I know several people who might be interested in setting up stores of their own here and introducing an element of competition, in fact;" she turned to Emmyr.

"Master Anvilforge, could you send a message to Darius, I believe he has a journeyman who is looking for a suitable locale to set up a shop front of his own."

[roll0]

 

[Binder Fred]

"I've heard... heard stories of what became of you after Big Gill past,"

A grimace of pain scrunched Rana’s face even further, even after all this time.

‘Passed’. Passed! Such a soft word...

She almost missed the rest

Suddenly his eyes widen in some just realized horror. "Does Marin know your here?" he asks anxiously. "I don't wish to be around when she does find out."

“Hm.” The old lady considered him for a while... “You’re still a distracting fellow, aren’t you Ost?” she groused just as he was starting to sweat. “Let’s do this properly then. First we’ll have a bottle of Keoish. Then you’ll sit right there and we’ll all chew the fat like civilized people.”

When Oster failed to immediately react, she punctuated the end of that statement with the muffled thump of cane on carpeted wood floor.


OOC: ‘Ost’ was Ostler’s nickname as a boy.
‘Keoish’ refers to Keoish brandy (well looky here), and could we say the ‘gathering power’ bit in her last post represents casting Guidance/Favor of the Fey on herself? Might come in handy.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Hommlet/Inn of the Welcome Wench
25 Goodmonth
7:51 AM
Round 0

Emmyr nodded to Bekah. “Sure thing, milady,” he said. “Le’ me jus’ find me some paper an’ such.” He made a show of rifling his pockets, pulled both of his axes out, and thumped them on the counter, giving the halfling merchant an appraising look, as if to decide which body part to remove first. Then he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo of the Raven’s Guild. “Guess I’ll jus’ ‘ave t’ remember it,” he said. “Wot was yer name again, lad? T’ make sure I spell it roight.”

OOC: I’ll Help Bekah’s Intimidation, giving her Advantage.

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16 sp
10 cp
Blue quartz, 10 gp
Necklace 200 gp (Rana)
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[sblock=Emmyr’s Rolls & Actions]
Move:
Action:
Bonus Action:
Conditions:
Inspiration:
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[sblock=Mini Stats]
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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[sblock=Party]
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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[River Song]

OOC: Nice work! [roll0]

 

[hero4hire]

As Hexiros and Rana speak, Templeton tinkers with the locket, and locating a hidin spring he 'pops' it open. His hands full he is unable to catch the small piece of engraved bronze that falls out onto the table.

The noise gets Gwylla's attention and she looks up long enough to see the engraving and then curisouly picks it up. "She is very pretty, is she someone you know?" she asks Templeton in a light tone.

"Dunno yet Miss Gwynna." Templeton replied mildly annoyed. "I hasn't gotten a looksie at it yet, dinna I?" he held out his hand for the bit of metal.

 

[EarlyBird]

Templeton, Gwylla, Rana, and Hexiros

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A grimace of pain scrunched Rana’s face even further, even after all this time.

‘Passed’. Passed! Such a soft word...

She almost missed the rest

“Hm.” The old lady considered him for a while... “You’re still a distracting fellow, aren’t you Ost?” she groused just as he was starting to sweat. “Let’s do this properly then. First we’ll have a bottle of Keoish. Then you’ll sit right there and we’ll all chew the fat like civilized people.”

When Oster failed to immediately react, she punctuated the end of that statement with the muffled thump of cane on carpeted wood floor.


OOC: ‘Ost’ was Ostler’s nickname as a boy.
‘Keoish’ refers to Keoish brandy (well looky here), and could we say the ‘gathering power’ bit in her last post represents casting Guidance/Favor of the Fey on herself? Might come in handy.

No prob, on the subtle casting around non spell-casters. I may give spell-users an Insight check vs it sometimes.
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Gwylla hands over the small piece of bronze...

"Oh that's Martha," Ostler says catching a glimpse of the worked piece. "Hevar's wife."

After getting a serving girl to fetch the brandy Ostler toasts to the groups health and he and the others have their "civilized discussion". A bit of the time was spent talking of the old days, when Rana was just a poor house wife to a stableman, and had almost a dozen children of various ages running around the village.

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

Normally a solitary predator that lives in the temperate forest northeast of the Nyr Dyv, it seems a few months past a large group of a dozen sweep down on Nulb and pillaged the village before heading south. A horseman arrived in Hommlet one night to warn the village that these lizard like monsters were on the way, but they never came south, they just disappeared into the swamp, no trace of them or the captives they took could be found.

Before anymore question could be asked the innkeeper was carried away as some important came up in the common room. A few minutes later the others returned from their errands.

 

[EarlyBird]

Aridha and Zanword

Looking slightly confused Jaroo asks the duo to follow him as he turns towards the grove, the black bear ranging ahead and finding a spot to lay under a tree. He takes them to a small spiders web woven between two bushes.

"See here," he says pointing to the arrangement. "This is nature in balance. Both the spider and the plants flourish and live. There is no reason to kill this spider or destroy his home."

He waves his hand over the web and suddenly the spider starts to multiply. Sudden a dozen or more small spiders start to swarm one of the bushes weaving web upon web until the bush is covered from top to bottom in a white cocoon of webbing. "And now the balance is broken. The bush no longer thrives. And soon the spiders will move on and not take their webs with them. You see nothing needs to be destroyed unless to do so would resort the balance."

As he says this flames erupt from his hands and the webs start to burn away. Leaving the healthy bush and single web behind.

Aridha and Zanword leave the grove knowing they will need to see what the spiders of Deklo Grove are doing to the balance.

Continuing onward they are slightly confused to find the carpenters shop closed up. But encountering the same thing at the wainwrights shop is a true mystery. As Aridha peaks into the windows trying to find someone, a man in leathers and carrying a longsword informs them that it is Godsday, and the carpenter and wainwright are both followers of St. Cuthbert.

The lone warrior identifies himself as one of Burne's Badgers, and when he finds out that he is talking to the Captain Blackpearl, he immediately offers his services as a guide to show the good Captain the rest of the town. And everything starts out all right, save for the young man telling everyone he meets that he is escorting Captain Blackpearl around the town personally. Before long there is a small crowd of people following Aridha and Zanword.

At the trading post everyone can barely fit and yet they still try and cram their way in. Deciding they can get nothing else done today they head back to the Inn of the Welcome Wench, entourage in tow.

 

[EarlyBird]

Bekah & Emmyr

Taken more than slightly aback, Emmyr notices the halfling take a step back and put his hand on a dagger at his belt. The dwarf raises an eyebrow, grins, and readies himself.

Suddenly a portly half-orc comes rushing out of the backroom of the trading post.

"Sorry I'm late." He says with a grin that tells you he has always wanted to say that. "I was finishing a letter to my dear auntie, on my mothers side of course. I don't think anyone on my father's side of the family can read."

"Rannos Davl," he introduces himself with a flourished bow. "Go and stack something Gremag, I'll take care of these customers."

Hand still on the dagger the halfling grunts a reply and then turns to head over to a rolling ladder and the shelves it is attached to."

The situation defused Rannos is the exact opposite of the typical savage half-orc. He chuckles often, making small jest to amuse himself. His girth gets in the way of him getting behind the counter, but he makes light of it as well. His offer is more acceptable to the dwarf and after selling the items he has Gremag fetch everything Bekah has on her list to buy.

The halfling grumbles the entire time, eyeing the dwarf when he thinks Emmyr isn't looking. Before Bekah and Emmyr can get out of the trading post, in walks Aridha, Zanword, and half the town. Or hat seems like half the town in the small storefront.

Gremag starts to holler at anyone and everyone as items are knocked over and things are trampled. Rannos has a big smile the whole time, laughing and joining in on the fun, throwing a stack of pans to the floor.

Escaping the trading post is an adventure in of itself, but everyone manages to make it back to the Inn in one piece.

 

[EarlyBird]

And back at the inn...

Rana was enjoying the slight buzz of the brandy when suddenly the sounds of a mob erupt in the common room of the Inn of the Welcome Wench.

"Lunch crowd?" asks Hexiros.

Then the rest of the group makes their way into the room, Zanword's clothes a bit askew.