D&D 5E Storm King's Thunder

[KahlessNestor]

Goldenfields/Northfurrow’s End Inn
Afternoon
Round 0

Dren stared at the white-furred human bartender after he and Tranio entered the inn. “What in Moradin’s beard is tha’?” he murmured as he followed Tranio to a table. “There some kinda magic on ‘im?” he asked the elven cleric. “I ain’t ne’er seen a human wi’ tha’ much ‘air. Looks cursed.”

“Ale is foine!” Dren ordered.

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AC: 16
HP: 34/41 HD: 5//5d8+2
Ki: 5/5/R
Darts 10
Arrows: 20
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Tranio - half-elf death cleric
Fistan - human wizard
Carolina - halfling rogue
Dren - dwarf monk
Bethany - human fighter
Aremus - half-elf paladin
Ordrar - dwarf eldritch knight
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[Neurotic]

"Ale for me too." Ordrar orders sitting at the table.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Tranio looks at Dren. "Does it matter? He's alive and he has beer for us. That makes him a friend."

 

[seriousmoonlight]

Inn: The bartender would direct you all to an empty table. "In these parts, you won't find a finer beer than Goldengulp," the hairy man explains as he pour a few tankards. "The first round is on the house." What brings you to Goldenfields? Shall you be needing a room for the night?"

Harvesthome Abbey: The largest and most elaborate building in Goldenfields is the abbey, Harvesthome, a centuries-old stone edifice whose outer walls have statues of Chauntea at every corner, her hands raised to the sky as though casting a spell to summon rain.

Well-tended hedges surround the foundation, and a sun-shaped window of stained glass is set above the entrance and the steps leading up to it. Narrow windows of stained glass decorated with images of wheat, fruit, and vegetables light the pillared arcades within. Toward the back of the building, mounted between sturdy roof beams, is a large bronze bell.

When you all arrive, a prayer service is taking place. The pews are filled with both farmers and warriors alike, softly reciting hymns to Chauntea. They are being lead by a gentle looking man with a bright green robe and a thick white beard, The Abbott. Most curious of all are the two black bears wrestling with each other in the church aisle, but none of the regulars seemed bothered by this.

"Welcome back," a tough looking robed Shou woman says to Aremus. "Please tell me the trip was a success."

OOC: Just need an update on where a few characters currently are.

 

[Kobold Stew]

(Tranio, Ordrar, and Dren at the pub)

"That sounds good," says Tranio to the suggested beverage. "Goldengulp it is," he says, happy to take a free drink when offered in friendship.

"Do you have rooms available? I hope the prices are as reasonable as the drinks." He smiles, hoping it's seen as a joke. "We can decide when our group is assembled. A few of us have errands to run first. One of them is a message to deliver to someone who lives here. His name's Miros Xelbrin, a neighbour of our companion Aremus."

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"Ah, Zi Liang! It is very good to see you!" greets Aremus enthusiastically. He introduces her to anyone who came with him (if anyone) and continues, "I think I have done very well. Very well indeed! I have brought a group of adventurers who have already tested their mettle against a goblin tribe in the aid of the town of Nightstone. I will introduce them to the abbot when he is available. Tell me: the Lord Tarm says that there has been no trouble of late, but we found tracks near the south-east wall. Have you seen anything on your walkabouts?"

 

[KahlessNestor]

Goldenfields/Northfurrow’s End Inn
Afternoon
Round 0

Dren took the ale with a nod of thanks and sipped it. “Aye, suitable...f’r a ‘uman brew,” he said. “Rooms wuild be guid. We dinnae ‘ave beds in the castle,” he admitted. And he didn’t know if Zephyros was going to stick around.

Tranio seemed the friendly sort, so Dren let the cleric do the talking as he glanced around the tavern -- and checked for any white hair in his ale.

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AC: 16
HP: 34/41 HD: 5//5d8+2
Ki: 5/5/R
Darts 10
Arrows: 20
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[sblock=Party]
Tranio - half-elf death cleric
Fistan - human wizard
Carolina - halfling rogue
Dren - dwarf monk
Bethany - human fighter
Aremus - half-elf paladin
Ordrar - dwarf eldritch knight
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[Neurotic]

"You should try Nightbrew, my own creation from Nightstone. Dwarven ale adapted through the years for humans." comments Ordrar equally to Dren and Innkeeper.
"There may be some barrel remaining around, but there will be no more with my tavern destroyed. I am willing to share the recipe for the place to stay if you're interested?"

 

[TallIan]

Fistan, Wizard 5

OOC: Sorry for being quite again - my work permit has come through so I am frantically looking for a job and nanny. I'm keeping track of events but quality IC posting is proving hard.

Fistan is torn between wanting to join his companions going to see Miros and the good etiquette of introducing himself to the local lord - or in this case abbot. Rillix was proving a good, faithful companion and Fistan feared losing him. In the end, prudence won over as Fistan did not want to offend and burn any bridges for the group.

He stood quietly by, waiting for an introduction to the robed woman talking to Aremus.

 

[seriousmoonlight]

Inn: The hairy bartender scoffs at the reviews and qualifers to his beverage. " It must not be much of a drink if you're willing to part with the recipe so quickly," he notes while cleaning an empty glass. "I'll take you up on the offer though. One free room for Mr.Nightsbrew and any of your party who belong to the Emerald Enclave. The rest? Best have gold!"

The bartender laughs at his own joke, before being caught off guard by Tranio's question. "I'm Miros. What did Aremus have to tell me?" The hairy man eyes dart back to Dren. "Wait a second, you said your tavern was destroyed? My folks live in Nightstone. Is everything alright there?"

Abbey: Zi Liang introduces herself to the others before proceding to lift Fistan's sleeve and inspect his arm. "Scrawny. I hope you're a magic user."

She shakes her head yes to Aremus' question. "There have been lots of goblin tracks and claw marks. I believe some have been sneaking in at night to steal the crops. Many nearby farmers have reported increase goblin sightings too."

The monk sighs. "I'm very worried about safety of Goldenfields, but it appears I'm the only one. Tarm is too drunk to care and the Abbot puts all his faith in Chanteu to do every little thing. I hope you all are willing to stick around until things blow over?"