The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter I

(OOC: Do feel free to assume that Trond left after bidding everyone farewell, unless there are more questions of course. If not go ahead and post your characters going to bed, etc. I'll move things along shortly after that. :) )
 

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Drogo halfling druid

Drogo goes outside and whistles for Rex. The dog had been waiting paitiently for him outside. Dain gives him food and drink, and lets him empty his bladder before bringing him upstairs to his room. "Meekus, this is my dog, Rex. Rex, this is our new friend, Meekus." Dain then dofts his armor and curls up in bed, with Rex close by on the floor.
 

*Nodding a bit at the dog, but keeping Softsqueek close, Meekis pets the dog warily before setting out his own bedroll and curling up to sleep with one eye open, as usual*
 

Ayden Wyvernspur - Priest

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Andreas shifts uncomfortably under Ayden's gaze, already unhappy with his own need for money. Once the sheriff has left, he speaks with the priest.

"I do hope you realise that I wouldn't have asked for gold unless my need was truly desperate. I have less than a dozen coins to my name as of tonight, and I'm many, many miles from my home." He runs his hand back through his hair, letting out a deep sigh.

"I fear I am not the most financially able man in the world. But I am sure you don't wish to hear my troubles. I will follow our companion's example, and take to my bed." Andreas starts to finish off his mug of ale, chagrined by Ayden's disapproval.

~This was not what I meant to do...especially not with one who practices the Art.~

"Andreas, please do not misunderstand my intent with my words to Sheriff Trond. I merely sought to take the pressure off of him for having to speak for the Mayor, as until we meet the man, we do not know the measure of his mettle."

Patting the nearly flat purse on his belt, Ayden's features once again broke into a smile.

"While my family name may be Wyvernspur, my purse no longer feels the comforting weight of my family behind it, and like you, I have fewer coins than I would like to admit. However, with a bit of luck and Finder's guidance, I'm sure we will be well taking care of in the end."

Hoping that his words will help improve the mage's mood, Ayden follows him out and approaches the barkeep, placing a simple box on the bar when he reached him.

"Sir, with your permission I would like to borrow the floor for awhile as I fear that while the road has made me weary, I will not be able to sleep without a bit of music first."

Opening the case, Ayden unwrapped the cloth bundle within and carefully placed the violin on the top of the bar.

"I give you my word that it is nothing more than an instrument, as well as a symbol of my faith, and if you are willing, I would be honored to play for you and your establishment."

<if yes Perform check +7>
 
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"Go right ahead sir! It's been quite awhile since we've had some music in the place," Nathan says with a smile. As Ayden performs, a few patrons take notice and flick a few coppers his way. (7 copper) It certainly wasn't your best performance in recent memory. Possibly the slight rough trip into town earlier contributed to this?

Afterwards Nathan says, "Aw don't worry about that lot Mr. Wyvernspur. They start getting quite unresponsive at about this time of night. I thought your piece was mighty fine."
 
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Mosslime: Saurial/Male

Mosslime settles upon the floor in one of the common rooms while he listens to the familiar music coming from the main room of the inn. He finds himself fast asleep as he dreams of chasing butterflies and other heroic deeds.
 

As Ayden begins to play, Caelbryn turns to Chastity. "Hmmm... not the best I've heard, but certainly pleasant - and very welcome after so long on the road. Certainly it deserves a dance, wouldn't you agree?" Caelbryn bows, flourishes, and holds out his hand. "If I may have the honour, my lady?"
 

Andreas Darants, Human Sorcerer

"Really? Then we are in much the same boat, you and I. Back in Halruaa, the Darants family are merchants of wealth and power, but it seems our trading network does not extend this far north." Andreas relaxes as Ayden explains his own situation.

"Aye, it's probably better not to push our luck too far until we've met the man who'd be paying us. Trust to luck, as you say, and I'm sure we won't go far wrong." Andreas grins. He takes a seat as Ayden plays, and applauds at the end of the piece.

"Very nice. A pleasant air to end the evening."
 

(OOC: Feel free to backpost any conversations you'd like to finish up.)

As everyone wakes up Nathan provides you with breakfast, which he explains has been paid for by Trond before he left last night. You all make final preparations and head out on your way.

After a few hours your journey is interrupted by a girl's scream and the smell of burning hay. Looking through the 4-foot high hedgerow, you can see 3 hulking, scaly humanoids standing over a young halfling couple about 30 feet away. A boy is badly beaten and a girl has a badly torn dress. One of the creatures has set fire to a large haystack and holds a smoldering torch. The humanoids wear leather loincloths and are armed with wickedly barbed longspears.

Initiative:

Calenthang: 22
Mosslime: 21
Caelbryn: 19
Sielwoodan: 18
Chastity: 18
Ayden: 15
Drogo: 9
Meekis: 6
Lizardfolk (3): 5
Andreas: 3
 
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Waking fairly early and finishing his complementary breakfast just as quick, Calenthang prepares for the long trek to Orchard Meadows. He fills his waterskin and (because he feels particularly dehydrated from last night's...vices) buys another skin and some trail rations at a general store.
Calenthang then waits in the Fallen Dagger until everyone is ready. He remains silent for the better part of the trip, as someone has driven a rail into his head.
After hearing the scream and taking in the situation, Calenthang draws his sword and prepares for battle. Not one for parley in these situations, he makes to match the lizardfolk in combat...

(OOC: if you guys don't want to fight them right away, just say.)
 

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