D&D 5E (IC) Scourge of Daggerford

[Kobold Stew]

Tommi is seted next to Lionel at the banquet, and while he's happy to have his friend nearby, he figures he can do better.

"Good to see you pal. Feeling alright after last night?" he asks, smiling, not staying to hear the full answer. He makes his way to the fireplace, to say hello to Snake.

"So do you have a sense of what Sir Isteval wants?" he asks. "If I'm honest, I think he's going to see through me and will soon work out that I don't belong here." The rosy glow from the afternoon's beverages suffuses Tommi's experience of the exchange. Tommi waits for an answer, nods his head as his mouth is scrunched up in a serious contemplative frown. "You got it, man." is his answer.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Angis Honack
Daggerford
Evening
Round 0

Angis sipped his wine. It was a good vintage, akin to what he was used to back home, but he prefered a good, simple ale. He glanced over at the other dwarf, Jekk, who worked with the town guard. He was busy in conversation with Titus. With no one currently to talk to, Angis nibbled some cheese and got up, wandering over to where Tommi and Snake were in conversation.

“Might wan’ t’ take it easy, lad,” Angis advised Tommi. “Wuildnae wan’ yeh t’ be makin’ a fool o’ yerself tae much.”

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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Initiative: +1
Perception: +4
Speed: 25
AC: 14
HP: 22/22 HD: 2/2d10+2

Bolts used:

Spells
1) 2/2 Cure Wounds, Hunter’s Mark
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[sblock=Party]
Tommi - human rogue urban bounty hunter
Lionel Hardcheese - halfling rogue folk hero, son of the local tavern owner (Happy Cow)
Dandin - halfling bard guild merchant
Snake of Trees - tabaxi sorcerer outlander
Enseth - warforged war cleric shield guardian
Angis Honack - dwarven ranger outlander merchant
Titus - human fighter waterdhavian noble
Drui Holderhock - dwarven cleric of Tempus soldier
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[Fradak]

This was the first time Enseth was summoned at a "dinner". As a construct, this kind of event doesn't concern him, he only did what he was built for and he does not deserve any thank or reward for it. Therefore, once he entered the dinning room, Enseth took his place most naturally against the wall, next to the shiny armor standing on its rack. Frowning, the puzzled servant had to come back to the Shield Guardian in order to guide him to his chair. Compelled to sit down, Enseth had no choice but finding a way to give a normal social response to his table companions.

[Strategic Recommandation] > Tell a joke.
"Er... An elf, a human and a dwarf enter into a bar... and er... they are all enjoying drinks when each notices a fly in their glass.
The elf places his napkin over the glass and pushes it off to the side.
The human removes the fly and keeps drinking.
The dwarf pulls out the fly and starts yelling, "Spit it out, ya bastard! Spit it out!"."

Enseth glanced at the others, anxious to see if it had some positive effect. "I have a light I can use to show you when I'm joking, if you like... An other one? Knock Knock..." Light flashes.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Halfway through a word to Titus, Jekk heard Enseth's joke and burst into loud guffaws. "Spit it oot ye bastarrd! Thets right, thet as wot ae dwarf wud sae!"

 

[Kobold Stew]

“Might wan’ t’ take it easy, lad,” Angis advised Tommi. “Wuildnae wan’ yeh t’ be makin’ a fool o’ yerself tae much.”

Tommi is chastened, and nods at the dwarf's words. He's a elder, Tommi knows, and to be respected. If he had a drink in his hand, he'd have put it down. "Understood, sir."

Even as he said it, it had a mock-military tone, but that wasn't intended. He didn't want to be seen to be foolish.

 

[River Song]

Lionel watched Tommi leave, the fat halfling was ill at ease. A wave of nausea hit him as nerves kicked in and he almost lost his appetite, almost. Some of the food on offer was very nice and well above what he could afford for himself. He moved about on the peripheries of conversations, listening out for any information that may be of use for his mother.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Angis Honack
Daggerford
Evening
Round 0

Angis gave Tommi a little chuckle. “Dunnae luik sae doon, boyo,” he said. “Take yer cue from yer ‘ost. If ‘e gets roarin’ drunk, then ‘ave at it! Otherwise ‘ave yerself a guid time, an’ we c’n ‘it the tavern after if we need t’. Mebbe I’ll let yeh try some o’ me personal ale,” he offered. “Get some food in yeh, it’ll take th’edge off,” he assured the lad.

When Enseth told his joke, Angis gave a loud laugh. He would have to remember that one!

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[sblock=Mini Stats]
Initiative: +1
Perception: +4
Speed: 25
AC: 14
HP: 22/22 HD: 2/2d10+2

Bolts used:

Spells
1) 2/2 Cure Wounds, Hunter’s Mark
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[sblock=Party]
Tommi - human rogue urban bounty hunter
Lionel Hardcheese - halfling rogue folk hero, son of the local tavern owner (Happy Cow)
Dandin - halfling bard guild merchant
Snake of Trees - tabaxi sorcerer outlander
Enseth - warforged war cleric shield guardian
Angis Honack - dwarven ranger outlander merchant
Titus - human fighter waterdhavian noble
Drui Holderhock - dwarven cleric of Tempus soldier
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[Kobold Stew]

Angis gave Tommi a little chuckle. “Dunnae luik sae doon, boyo,” he said. “Take yer cue from yer ‘ost. If ‘e gets roarin’ drunk, then ‘ave at it! Otherwise ‘ave yerself a guid time, an’ we c’n ‘it the tavern after if we need t’. Mebbe I’ll let yeh try some o’ me personal ale,” he offered. “Get some food in yeh, it’ll take th’edge off,” he assured the lad.

"Mmm," Tommi nods. He doesn't like to be called out. He also doesn't like to get roaring drunk, he tells himself, though it sometimes happens.

"I'm not what you think I am," he says. There's a pause, and he thinks of moving off, but checks himself. "I am trying." It's not an explanation, but it will have to do. "I hear you, though."

 

[gargoyleking]

OOC: Sorry, haven't been getting alerts for this and wondered why. Seems I'd been unsubscribed from it. Well, now to catch up...

Dandin showed up a bit later than the others. He'd taken a little more time to get everything done today than intended and get properly prepared. As he was led into the dining room he heard the tale end of Enseths Joke and the dwarven laughter. It was a good sign.

Chuckling to himself, Dandin went to his seat, plopping down next to Lionel. Seems the staff had a certain bent in their usual habits. Still, he could tell that his friend was anxious.

"Still worried about that grilling you got earlier? Oh jeeze don't look so surprised! I could hear the whole thing through the floor! She's just worried about you! But we made it out okay. And now we have a boat for our trouble! The shipwright tells me it's worth 5000 gold pieces. Or will be once they fix it up anyways."[/green]

Dandin wasn't too terribly quiet, talking about the boat. For one he was quite excited about the prospect. And for two, he was hoping to draw the others into the topic.

Squirrels are evil!

 

[FitzTheRuke]

If anyone wanted to take Dandin up on the subject of the boat, it would have to wait. Not wanting his guests to wait too long, Sir Isteval limped into the room using a mahogany cane that he kept about the house (outside he always used the reinforced scabbard of his greatsword). In his company were two regal-looking elves.

"Greetings, friends! Thank you for attending this dinner. May I present Sir Darfin Floshin and his sister, Shalendra - who has kindly provided our servers this evening, along with the kind folks at the Happy Cow." he nodded to the halfling girls who gave little curtsies and rushed to clear dishes for the next course.

"We have much to discuss, so I hope you all won't mind if we get right into it while enjoying our meal. I like to keep busy, even while enjoying myself. It's something of a curse, perhaps." he sighed and made his way to the head of the table. The elves nodded to the assemblage and took seats on either side of him, across from each-other. (This put Shalendra next to Enseth, and Titus next to Sir Darfin).

As Hermione Hardcheese poured him a glass of wine, she shook a little nervously in the presence of so important a man. He patted her arm kindly and said softly, "Thank you, dear." when she had finished and she visibly relaxed. Sir Isteval had a powerful presence, but he seemed very "safe" - as if nothing could hurt you while he was nearby.

He held up his glass and toasted, "To the health of everyone here and of those who could not be with us; To the success of those who work for good in this world, and confoundment to those who work against us."

OOC: L to R: Shalendra, Darfin, and Jekk

OOC: Sir Isteval