(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VI
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Persephone
A beautiful young woman whips through the door at a rapid pace. She tosses her strawberry hair and flashes a white-toothed grin at the crowd, as she mounts the stage. "Princess Persephone at your service," she says with a proper courtsey. "Princess Persephone Dragon-slayer, I might add."
She steps down, slinging her backpack and light crossbow off her back, and looks about for a place to sit. She wears freshly laundered traveling clothes consisting of a grey cloak over dark pink tunic and skirt. A woven leather belt around her waist holds a scabbard containing what appears to be a long stick or rod, a dagger, and a capped quiver of bolts. Her long strawberry blond hair is held back by a plain hair clip. A small white owl rests on her left shoulder fastidiously cleaning its feathers.
A beautiful young woman whips through the door at a rapid pace. She tosses her strawberry hair and flashes a white-toothed grin at the crowd, as she mounts the stage. "Princess Persephone at your service," she says with a proper courtsey. "Princess Persephone Dragon-slayer, I might add."
She steps down, slinging her backpack and light crossbow off her back, and looks about for a place to sit. She wears freshly laundered traveling clothes consisting of a grey cloak over dark pink tunic and skirt. A woven leather belt around her waist holds a scabbard containing what appears to be a long stick or rod, a dagger, and a capped quiver of bolts. Her long strawberry blond hair is held back by a plain hair clip. A small white owl rests on her left shoulder fastidiously cleaning its feathers.
nimisgod
LEW Judge
[Adventure] the Island of Varras'zul
The night was a rainy one. The stars were completely obscured by clouds that appeared from nowhere. And while the sky wept a deluge of tears upon Orussus, t'was all merely a harmless though constant patter upon the tiled roof of the Red Dragon Inn. The sudden rain had little effect on the sturdy structure, though some would say that the lights of the Inn dimmed ever so slightly at the change in weather.
Mona Ellenrowe entered the Red Dragon Inn in a rain-soaked, grey cloak. She looked like an orphaned waif that was caught in the rain. Beneath the wet cloak, the halfling wore a shirt of mail with a grey wool surcoat that proclaimed her faith in the Lightbringer, Hyrag. Less obvious was a miniature wooden sword that hung from a string around her neck. Mona pushed back the soaked hood from her hair, dark locks tumbling down unto her shoulders. She looked about warily but with a hint of trepidation, searching for someone amongst the myriad of faces in the common room.
When she did not find that person in question, she approached Joe at the bar. She clambered up onto a nearby stool. "Good eve, sir. My name is Mona Ellenrowe. Are you Joe Smith?"
Joe nodded while clean a mug with a cloth. "Aye. That be me, lass."
"I.." Mona swallowed nervously. "I'm looking for another halfling, a Deep Halfling to be specific. No no no! That for that!" she blushed at Joe's raised eyebrow. "Umm...Know you, Sir Ishmael of the Wooden Sword?"
"The name does sound familiar. I try to remember all adventurers that pass by my establishment"
"H-he wears a blue cloak, has black hair and blue eyes." She added the details shakily, with a hint of hope in her in her grey eyes.
"Hmm... yes. I have some recollection of him now. I believe he went on a quest with a few dwarves, a man and an elfin lass to Stonepike. I know not when he shall return"
"Alas! That is unfortunate. His brethren knights are in grave danger. I had hoped to recruit him in my quest to bring them salvation. Those brave men and the town of Raven's Bridge are as good as lost! Woe is Mona Ellenrowe!"
"Now, now, lass. There's no need for tears and despair in my inn." Joe Smith had turned from innkeeper to fatherly figure. "Surely now, a quest would be something amenable to some of the brave spirits in this inn. Why don't you bring this up with them, hmmm?"
"Adventurers?" Mona wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "Who would aid one of the Wooden Sword? B-but I have little coin to offer those who would take my cause!"
"Have a little faith in people, lass. You'll find that it goes a long way in my business." Joe turned to the rest of the common room's occupants. "Now, tell them what you need to tell them"
Mona nodded gingerly, then addressed the other occupants of the Red Dragon Inn. She stood up on her stool as she did so.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen! Umm... I'm to explore...some ruins in the island of Varras'zuul and retreive instructions for a potent cure there. Is there anyone here who can help me?" She could barely stop her shivering legs.
"How much are you paying?" cried a voice from her audience.
"Uhhh..." Mona looked aside bashfully. "Umm...50 pieces of gold per person?"
The man who asked her shook his head and minded his flagon instead. There were others in the common room who followed his example and continued on their business.
"Remember, lass, faith..." whispered Joe behind the disheartened halfling.
The night was a rainy one. The stars were completely obscured by clouds that appeared from nowhere. And while the sky wept a deluge of tears upon Orussus, t'was all merely a harmless though constant patter upon the tiled roof of the Red Dragon Inn. The sudden rain had little effect on the sturdy structure, though some would say that the lights of the Inn dimmed ever so slightly at the change in weather.
Mona Ellenrowe entered the Red Dragon Inn in a rain-soaked, grey cloak. She looked like an orphaned waif that was caught in the rain. Beneath the wet cloak, the halfling wore a shirt of mail with a grey wool surcoat that proclaimed her faith in the Lightbringer, Hyrag. Less obvious was a miniature wooden sword that hung from a string around her neck. Mona pushed back the soaked hood from her hair, dark locks tumbling down unto her shoulders. She looked about warily but with a hint of trepidation, searching for someone amongst the myriad of faces in the common room.
When she did not find that person in question, she approached Joe at the bar. She clambered up onto a nearby stool. "Good eve, sir. My name is Mona Ellenrowe. Are you Joe Smith?"
Joe nodded while clean a mug with a cloth. "Aye. That be me, lass."
"I.." Mona swallowed nervously. "I'm looking for another halfling, a Deep Halfling to be specific. No no no! That for that!" she blushed at Joe's raised eyebrow. "Umm...Know you, Sir Ishmael of the Wooden Sword?"
"The name does sound familiar. I try to remember all adventurers that pass by my establishment"
"H-he wears a blue cloak, has black hair and blue eyes." She added the details shakily, with a hint of hope in her in her grey eyes.
"Hmm... yes. I have some recollection of him now. I believe he went on a quest with a few dwarves, a man and an elfin lass to Stonepike. I know not when he shall return"
"Alas! That is unfortunate. His brethren knights are in grave danger. I had hoped to recruit him in my quest to bring them salvation. Those brave men and the town of Raven's Bridge are as good as lost! Woe is Mona Ellenrowe!"
"Now, now, lass. There's no need for tears and despair in my inn." Joe Smith had turned from innkeeper to fatherly figure. "Surely now, a quest would be something amenable to some of the brave spirits in this inn. Why don't you bring this up with them, hmmm?"
"Adventurers?" Mona wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "Who would aid one of the Wooden Sword? B-but I have little coin to offer those who would take my cause!"
"Have a little faith in people, lass. You'll find that it goes a long way in my business." Joe turned to the rest of the common room's occupants. "Now, tell them what you need to tell them"
Mona nodded gingerly, then addressed the other occupants of the Red Dragon Inn. She stood up on her stool as she did so.
"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen! Umm... I'm to explore...some ruins in the island of Varras'zuul and retreive instructions for a potent cure there. Is there anyone here who can help me?" She could barely stop her shivering legs.
"How much are you paying?" cried a voice from her audience.
"Uhhh..." Mona looked aside bashfully. "Umm...50 pieces of gold per person?"
The man who asked her shook his head and minded his flagon instead. There were others in the common room who followed his example and continued on their business.
"Remember, lass, faith..." whispered Joe behind the disheartened halfling.
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Xael
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Nezrak turns towards the half-orc speaking to him and nods, smiling. "Maybe I'll join you, though I don't think I have much stories to tell."
...
When the halfling announces she's looking for help, Nezrak will turn to listen. *Strange people here, passing up the opportunity to earn money and get some excitement. The pay isn't very good, but it's more money than what I've got now.*
Nezrak moves closer so that he doesn't have to shout his business, and addresses the halfling: "Greetings there. I'm Nezrak, and I'm hoping you would tell more about this trip. I don't really have anything else to do around here, so I might as well help you, if you're in need of help."
...
When the halfling announces she's looking for help, Nezrak will turn to listen. *Strange people here, passing up the opportunity to earn money and get some excitement. The pay isn't very good, but it's more money than what I've got now.*
Nezrak moves closer so that he doesn't have to shout his business, and addresses the halfling: "Greetings there. I'm Nezrak, and I'm hoping you would tell more about this trip. I don't really have anything else to do around here, so I might as well help you, if you're in need of help."
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rln
Explorer
Another halfling, strongly built for one of his race, appears from a dark corner. "I'll help you for fifty pieces, kinswoman... That, and a share of any loot we may find! Ogrin's my name, Ogrin Brutalfist. Now, don't frown on me! Don't you believe all those rumours you've heard about me; they're lies, all lies I say! Well, maybe apart from that one about the Baker girl..."
Realizing that Joe, Mona, Scun and Nezrak is staring at him, he composes himself, smirks and says to Mona "Harrum. Well, if you need two sharp blades and a scout, I'm your halfling. What say you?"
Realizing that Joe, Mona, Scun and Nezrak is staring at him, he composes himself, smirks and says to Mona "Harrum. Well, if you need two sharp blades and a scout, I'm your halfling. What say you?"
nimisgod
LEW Judge
The Island of Varras'zul
At the approach of Nezrak and Scun, Mona shared a smile of relief with Joe. She hopped off of the stool she was standing on and gave Scun a hearty handshake, almost unpreturbed by his appearance or his demeanor (a little barely controlled wince gave her fright away though). She gripped his massive (to her) hand with both of hers and shook it vigorously. "Thank you, Mister Scun! It's good to know that there are people like you in the world"
Then she turned to Nezrak and tried to answer his question. "The town of Raven's Bridge, far to the east, is beset by a deadly plague, supernatural in make and virulence. Some of my brethren went there, trying to quell the disaster but with no success. They sent me, the only one untainted in their number to find aid." A sorrowful look crossed her fair features as she went through the recollection of painful memories.
"It took a bit of searching, but I found a sage knowledgable in such lore. He told me that there was a library on some ruins in Varras'zul that contained a cure for such a disease. The closest port from the sage's tower to Varras'zul is Orussus so I made my way here.
It took me all day but I've chartered a small ship already. It took most of my funds as well as some of the Order's favors. What little coin I have left shall be used to pay you and your fare." She sighed at the thought, then perked up with Halfling optimism. "At least, with each coin spent, my chances of success grows brighter! And there are excellent people to get to know! And a whole ruin to explore!"
She continued with her explanation to Nezrak. "To be frightfully honest, I was told by the sage that those ruins might be filled by deadly denizens. There is a jungle and a marsh surrounding the ruins. The ruins themselves were once a tower owned by a powerful wizard of an age long past. It is said that he was learned in the ways of the Realms Without*. I've heard tell that the island takes its name from him somehow.
Those ruins have been ransacked long ago by archaeologists and adventurers looking for magick and treasure. The sage assured me that the tome I was searching for remained there still. Was that the explanation you wanted, Mister Nezrak?"
*the Outer Planes
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OOC: Just some of my GM quirks for any players who are thinking of going on this adventure:
-I like my games fast. So I will try to post everyday, perhaps every other day.
It's a little unrealistic to require players to post everyday but I'm willing to wait two to three days before NPC-ing a character into action. This applies primarily in combat (such as when a PC's initiative comes up). However, there may be other times where a specific player's reply will be needed (such as when he is asked a question by an NPC... or is in the middle of a dangerous situation).
Likewise, I shall try to inform players whenever I'm unable to access the internet.
-There will be some posts where I describe a situation and then stop. In these, I pause to allow PCs to react or make observations. After a RL day, I continue the scenario. Most other GM posts of mine will be more obvious in their need of a reaction or reply.
-I don't like NPCing characters of absentee players but will do so at the best of my ability. If you have to be away from the internet for a few days, please, please try to inform me ahead of time via email. Also, include instructions on how to play the character. If I auto-run a character for an
extreme length of RL time, then he/she gets no XP for the encounters that I had to auto-run him/her through.
-My games tend to be a little lethal. I usually take it easy on 1st level characters. But at this low level, dice rolls can be especially catastrophic when they go against PCs. AFAIK, No GM has killed a PC yet in Living Enworld.
but I may be the first...so apologies in advance.
-I'm willing to take up to 6 PCs. This is a low-level adventure for the first levels who've been here quite a while. Anyone can join though. Should party exceed 6, it would be very gracious of the higher level characters to bow out in favor of the newcomers.
At the approach of Nezrak and Scun, Mona shared a smile of relief with Joe. She hopped off of the stool she was standing on and gave Scun a hearty handshake, almost unpreturbed by his appearance or his demeanor (a little barely controlled wince gave her fright away though). She gripped his massive (to her) hand with both of hers and shook it vigorously. "Thank you, Mister Scun! It's good to know that there are people like you in the world"
Then she turned to Nezrak and tried to answer his question. "The town of Raven's Bridge, far to the east, is beset by a deadly plague, supernatural in make and virulence. Some of my brethren went there, trying to quell the disaster but with no success. They sent me, the only one untainted in their number to find aid." A sorrowful look crossed her fair features as she went through the recollection of painful memories.
"It took a bit of searching, but I found a sage knowledgable in such lore. He told me that there was a library on some ruins in Varras'zul that contained a cure for such a disease. The closest port from the sage's tower to Varras'zul is Orussus so I made my way here.
It took me all day but I've chartered a small ship already. It took most of my funds as well as some of the Order's favors. What little coin I have left shall be used to pay you and your fare." She sighed at the thought, then perked up with Halfling optimism. "At least, with each coin spent, my chances of success grows brighter! And there are excellent people to get to know! And a whole ruin to explore!"
She continued with her explanation to Nezrak. "To be frightfully honest, I was told by the sage that those ruins might be filled by deadly denizens. There is a jungle and a marsh surrounding the ruins. The ruins themselves were once a tower owned by a powerful wizard of an age long past. It is said that he was learned in the ways of the Realms Without*. I've heard tell that the island takes its name from him somehow.
Those ruins have been ransacked long ago by archaeologists and adventurers looking for magick and treasure. The sage assured me that the tome I was searching for remained there still. Was that the explanation you wanted, Mister Nezrak?"
*the Outer Planes
*************
OOC: Just some of my GM quirks for any players who are thinking of going on this adventure:
-I like my games fast. So I will try to post everyday, perhaps every other day.
It's a little unrealistic to require players to post everyday but I'm willing to wait two to three days before NPC-ing a character into action. This applies primarily in combat (such as when a PC's initiative comes up). However, there may be other times where a specific player's reply will be needed (such as when he is asked a question by an NPC... or is in the middle of a dangerous situation).
Likewise, I shall try to inform players whenever I'm unable to access the internet.
-There will be some posts where I describe a situation and then stop. In these, I pause to allow PCs to react or make observations. After a RL day, I continue the scenario. Most other GM posts of mine will be more obvious in their need of a reaction or reply.
-I don't like NPCing characters of absentee players but will do so at the best of my ability. If you have to be away from the internet for a few days, please, please try to inform me ahead of time via email. Also, include instructions on how to play the character. If I auto-run a character for an
extreme length of RL time, then he/she gets no XP for the encounters that I had to auto-run him/her through.
-My games tend to be a little lethal. I usually take it easy on 1st level characters. But at this low level, dice rolls can be especially catastrophic when they go against PCs. AFAIK, No GM has killed a PC yet in Living Enworld.
but I may be the first...so apologies in advance.
-I'm willing to take up to 6 PCs. This is a low-level adventure for the first levels who've been here quite a while. Anyone can join though. Should party exceed 6, it would be very gracious of the higher level characters to bow out in favor of the newcomers.
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Knight Otu
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Somewhere in the city of Orussus, Ashnar chats with a beggar, patiently waiting for the outpour of rain to stop, under a relatively safe roof. Earlier, he had given the beggar some money, and now he was enjoying the presence of the friendly old man.
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