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Post by kranzer on Feb 26, 2021 2:58:05 GMT
Location: Courageous Pony Inn Notes: Open to the four adventurers (0/4)
A new addition to the Inn's common room, a board was set up on the wall next to the door. This way anyone who entered would be able to see various notices placed there by the citizenry or various group from within Neverwinter and the surrounding lands. The board was virtually bare save for a single piece of parchment that was tacked into the upper left corner. It was written in fine flowing characters. This particular notice had been posted in several taverns and inns throughout the city. However, nobody seemed keen on taking up this particular job. It was for this very reason that a rather well dressed lad was seated near the bar. He wore smooth brown clothes which bore the emblem of the Lord’s Alliance on it. He cast a wary gaze towards a few of the nearby drunks before he looked longingly towards the door. The Gnome Barkeep did his best to hide his amusement which was made all the easier by the coin this young human seemed keen on spending as he waited. Campaign Link
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Post by coomer on Feb 26, 2021 12:42:02 GMT
Neverwinter. It had been a long time since Simeon Stagspeak had been to the city. The years had been kind to the man who had once been a Paladin - he had lived his life in something almost approaching peace, and had raised his children with joy and music in their hearts. But now they were grown, and together the three had travelled to Neverwinter for them to start their own stories - to carve their own path in the world, using the skills that already far surpassed Simeon’s own. The thought brought him both joy and sadness - joy that they had grown into the man and woman that he had wanted, and sadness that it was time for them to leave. Simeon pushed open the door to the inn, a wave of alcoholic scents hitting him and causing his nose to wrinkle. He stood in the doorway for a moment, eyes moving round to gauge the mood of the room - always important for any performer. The board beside the door drew his eyes, and he stepped over to it to read the parchment upon it. A missing persons case… The words caused a shudder to run down the man’s spine. Wherever he went, whichever town he performed in, he was always attracted to helping those who had lost somebody. Whether it be a child, a pet, or even a lover, he was always willing to lend a hand. Maybe, one day, it would assuage the guilt that racked him every night. ”Barman, what do you know of this?” he said, pointing to the note. His fingers moved slowly to the lute strapped to his back, almost tempted to pluck a few strings - but he wouldn’t need his music just yet, he guessed.
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Post by Balial on Feb 26, 2021 17:00:44 GMT
Neverwinter. It had been a long time since Dayne Zedar had been to the city. The years had not been kind to the man who had once been a innocent child- he had lived his life in involuntary solitude, and had finally gained his freedom. With a darkness looming in his eyes and his heart heavy, he returned to a city where his first adventure took him once before. There was something about Neverwinter, maybe it was the interesting river, that called out to Dayne. As if answers it's summons he had boarded the ship from Baldur's Gate and traveled across the seas, leaving his past behind. He entered the tavern, his nose welcoming the heavy scent of alcohol. His hand reached down, taking a mug that was still half full, but abandoned and finished it in a single gulp. Wiping his mouth with his heavily leathered armor he let out a satisfyingly 'ah'. He was just a boy when he last tasted the ale of Neverwinter, how long had it been? 20 years now? As he went to find his seat a voice broke through the air. The man spoke in a way that was so familiar, almost comforting in a way. Dayne's eyes went wide, as if seeing a ghost. That's him boy'o. The voice whispered in his ear. It was sudden, but he didn't stop himself from his actions. The tavern filled with the roar of heavy footfalls from a 6'2" man. His arms spread wide and his face was sure to show emotion that was contorted by the years of pain. He hugged the man, which would have been a surprising action considering his face looked like it could kill at a single glare. He hugged the man until strange eyes lingered onto his back, and then pulled himself back together, tears streaming down his face as he stepped back to look at the man. He looked at the Half-Elf up and down until he was sure and with the first smile he had shown in years he said; " For even a boy, who hides in a cart, Can feel the touch of Milil in his art. Be he a hider, be he a fighter, Milil will make his star that much brighter." Rolls None
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Post by coomer on Feb 26, 2021 17:08:47 GMT
Well-trained eyes whipped across the room as a huge figure rushed towards him, his hand half-way to the blade at his hip just as the arms engulfed him. For several seconds he struggled to get out of the brute’s hold, pushing against his chest until he relented and took a step backwards. Strangely his eyes glinted with tears, his face contorted in what looked to be a rare smile. He didn’t speak to Simeon, nor did he make any more motions towards him. Instead he sang a short tune, one that sent a chill shuddering down Simeon’s spine. First confusion gripped him, and then it turned quickly to anger. He stepped closer to the man, his eyes glowering with an anger that few had seen before. ”Where did you hear that song? Tell me!” he said, his eyes glinting as he did so. His hand reached up to grasp at the front of the man’s clothing, even though he stood significantly taller than Simeon. ”Only one has ever heard that song before - what do you know of him?”
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Post by Balial on Feb 26, 2021 17:24:20 GMT
Simeon struggled out from the hug and threw his weight into Dayne, but not in the inviting manner that the fighter had done himself. Dayne towered over him, but still Simeon showed his anger and control as he twisted the front of Dayne's clothing, causing him to almost step back in fear. To say that the fighter was crushed was an understatement. Of course he wouldn't recognize you, its been 2o years you fool. The voice wisped into his ear, silent to the rest. Time was kind to Simeon, but not to the human, of course things were going to change. Tears still streaming down the face Dayne spoke as softly as he had done the first time they had met. " Excuse me, where are my manners? My name is Dayne Zedar." Rolls None
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Post by coomer on Feb 26, 2021 17:32:13 GMT
The voice entering his ears told him more than the words ever did. The softly spoken words brought him back to a time, twenty years ago, that he had been a different man - and before his very eyes, the hulking stranger became the young boy who had been so eager to leave his hometown behind. ”D-Dayne?” Simeon said, taking a half-step backwards. His face was unfamiliar, but the eyes… They couldn’t belong to anybody else. ”B-But Baldur’s Gate… I searched for you…”For a few seconds, Simeon merely opened and closed his mouth. It wasn’t often that the Paladin-turned-Bard was lost for words, but this situation took any speech clean from his tongue. And then he leapt forward once more. His much thinner arms barely wrapped around Dayne, but Simeon squeezed with all the strength that he had - squeezed as if, if he were to let go, the boy who he had cared for would disappear once more. ”How?” was all he could say, pulling back slightly to look up into Dayne’s eyes. The twinkle had been replaced with tears as the crying men locked eyes, but Simeon didn’t care - he had, at last, found one who he had thought lost long ago.
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Post by Balial on Feb 26, 2021 17:43:58 GMT
" Aye, it's me." He muttered, his voice still weak with emotion. " I'm sure you did ol'friend, I never had any doubts." His voice trailed off as he thought back to the city, the city where he vanished. the mystery behind his disappearance was much more frightening than any story he could come up with. Like a sprung trap Simeon leapt forward and wrapped his arms around Dayne. Squeezing so hard that a bit of air escaped his lungs. The feeling was like he refused to let go, for fear of what would happen if he did. It was comforting. " A story for another time perhaps." He said, clearing his throat and tapping his hands on the shoulders of the Paladin. " How about some ale for now, drink to the ol'days and cheers to the future? It has been so long after all." Rolls None
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Post by Alucard on Feb 28, 2021 15:46:17 GMT
Neverwinter. The night air was chilled as the elven rogue made his way through the streets of Neverwinter. He could see his breath starting to form with every exhale that took place as he took one step after another toward his destination. He had heard murmurings through his contacts in the streets that the Courageous Pony Inn had recently been a hot bed for attention and work, the once by the way establishment was coming up in the world and if there was to be coin and work with easy marks to boot then he was not about to miss out on making a profit. As Ganon turned the corner he noticed the sign and the fact that the tavern even at this late of an evening was still active. With a small smirk he pulled his hood up and closed his cloak around his body as he moved with great care, the door opening as a drunkard spilled his way out and into the street. He used that opportunity to try and sneak inside, to blend in with the surroundings and meld into whatever shadows the candle light danced around the establishment. What would he find? Who would he find? and more importantly... how much money could he pocket before drawing attention to himself. Hopefully he would go unnoticed so he could case his surroundings and garner what ever information was available to the naked eye. Rolls Stealth QQeUHQlI1d20+7 Insight 1d20+2
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Post by Jay on Mar 20, 2021 23:09:56 GMT
As his pocket money was beginning to dwindle, and much to Ignazio's relief, a couple of men with the look of adventurers strode confidently into the inn, less than a minute apart, though at first they did not appear to be together. The nobleman watched with a twinkle in his eye as the first read his posting on the job board, then turned to ask if anyone knew any more about it. Just then, the second man had the look of realization upon his face, and he quickly went back to confront the former. It became very clear within a few seconds that they were two old friends of a sort. A close sort. Giddy with excitement, Ignazio stood up from his table and strode over towards the duo.
"Sorry to interrupt what appears to be a grand reunion, but you were interested in my posting?" the man asked, feeling diminutive next to the larger of the two. That was good, he wanted strong, ample adventurers for this job. While he wore the clothes of a nobleman, Ignazio's face did not fit the fancy clothing. Nor did the hand he offered out, open for either of them to take. It was scarred, and calloused like a man not unfamiliar with hard labor. "My name is Ignazio Deneth, a pleasure, I'm sure," he continued in a friendly tone.
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Post by Jay on Mar 20, 2021 23:48:06 GMT
Though he'd been seated in the middle of the Courageous Pony Inn for over an hour, Sug Mardun wasn't that drunk. When he felt a hand rummaging through his pocket, he stood up in a hurry, knocking his chair over and bumping hard into the would-be thief as he did so. "Hey you bastard," he said, slurring his words. "I'm not that drunk. Think I can't feel a hand in my pocket?" he continued angrily. His voice was raised, enough to get the attention of a couple other less attentive, but equally sober patrons.
One of them blanched and reached into his pocket to find that it was empty, even though it had only had a few copper to begin with. "Hey, he took my money too!" the man yelled, standing up so fast that he had to lean forward on the table to support himself. Unfortunately, the table had only a center leg, and the weight of the man's drunken body made it topple over, himself with it.
The barkeep's eyes darted around the tavern, silently tallying up an estimate for the repairs that would be required after the rapidly escalating bar fight. He wasn't new to this, and he knew better than to try and break it up. It came with the territory.
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Post by Alucard on Mar 21, 2021 16:20:25 GMT
Neverwinter. Ganon had used his oblivious entrance to his advantage, walking by several patrons and emptying their coin purses as he went. Oh how easy it had been he counted 5 silver and 12 copper for his work all of which he placed inside his own coin purse as he continued to make his way into the tavern. But all good things must come to an end and the Elf had simply been greedy, his last target had felt his hand inside his pocket and not being quite as drunk as he had thought stood and issued his displeasure. Another patron who had only had a few copper also stood saying he had been robbed but then wiped himself out by unbalancing the table and smashing into the floor. Ganon sighed deeply as he stepped back, stumbling as if he was drunk. "Oh shit, looks like I lost the bet!" He slurred his words as he spoke, taking a look at the idiot who had toppled over the table and lay face down upon the floor of the Tavern and it gave him an idea! "Old boy over there bet me a few copper I couldnt pick yo pocket... and it looks like he won! But it also looks like he never had any money to bet with in the first place!' Ganon continued to play the drunkard playing a tavern game as he stepped forward and cleared his throat after hiccupping. He placed a hand on the mans shoulder and stared him straight in the eyes. "Twas a bad bet and a worse game to play, but we are drunks looking for a good time! Allow me to apologize by buying you a drink! Drinks on me!" Ganon motioned to the Tavern keep as he spoke, swaying as he stood. "Come on chap, relax and lets have some drinks... No more dumb games I promise!"Rolls Rolled a 17 on deception Rolled a 20 on persuasion
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Post by Jay on Mar 21, 2021 16:59:41 GMT
Unfocused eyes tracked the thief as he made his case. The man that had finally put an end to his prolific pocket pilfering narrowed his gaze. He was about to make a retort, but the guy that had fallen down rose shakily to a knee. "If'n I won'a bet, where's my coin, mister?" he asked, drunkenly belching before falling backwards with a giggle. Just then the supposed thief offered to buy a round of drinks for the place.
Even the barkeep, who had silently watched it all unfold, couldn't help but grin and shake his head as he poured up a serving tray full of mugs. "Might only be a moderately skilled thief, but he's quick on his feet, that one," he muttered, just loud enough to hear himself.
As the homely barmaid doled out the drinks, skipping those too drunk to know what was going on in the first place, the man that had caught Ganon red-handed shrugged sheepishly. "Sorry pal, guess I could've reacted a little more calmly. I just can't stand a thief, know what I'm sayin?" He reached for a mug and took it from the barmaid's hand, who then turned towards Ganon and held out an empty hand, obviously seeking to collect payment for the round he'd been so kind to buy.
"Owner says it's half off for avoiding a barfight," she said, half-whispering. "That makes it 24 copper." She'd handed out three mugs, counting the one she'd just set in front of Ganon, and still had three left for the men huddled around the job board.
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Post by Alucard on Mar 21, 2021 17:25:32 GMT
Ganon nodded to the man who seemed pleased enough now to take his drink and be done with the altercation. His plan had worked, narrowly avoiding a brawl in the tavern and well even for his troubles he had managed to pilfer enough to buy a round and still walk away ahead. He placed 2 silver and 4 copper in the bar maids hand and took his mug happily. As she moved to head over toward the gentlemen at the job board he followed, keeping up his stumbling appearance until he was far enough away from his altercation for it to not really matter. He caught with his elven ears one of the men, dressed like a noble, mentioning his posting...work? A job? perhaps there was room for a decent amount of pay, or perhaps some treasure. “Any jobs worth taking posted up here gents?”
Ganon raised his mug up toward the three men before taking a swig of its contents. The bar maid stood before them with drinks on her tray. “By all means gentlemen it’s on me.” He motioned towards the drinks before locking eyes with the man talking about his posting. Rolls
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Post by coomer on Mar 21, 2021 22:22:43 GMT
The smile on Simeon’s face faltered slightly as Dayne spoke of saving the story for another time - had something happened to the boy that he had been, to turn him into the man he was now? Either way he had no chance to probe further as a nearby man approached, almost bouncing with excitement. ”It’s been a while since we fought together,” he said to Dayne with a smile, gripping Dayne’s forearm before nodding to the third man. He extended his own hand, scars dotting the back of it, and gripped Ignazio’s firmly. ”Simeon Stagspeak, at your service. And this young man is Dayne Zedar, an old friend. Are you the one travelling to Blithe?”Before he could get an answer, the tavern exploded into action. A thief had apparently been caught with his sticky fingers deep in a patron’s pockets, and several men around had turned to confront the would-be rogue. For a few seconds it seemed like they would turn to fisticuffs, but the elf seemed to allay them with the promise of ale for all. Simeon shook his head slowly - such men were common in establishments such as this. As the barmaid brought over a tray carrying drinks that the man had paid for, he waved her away. ”I won’t drink to a thief’s lucky escape.” As he said the words, the elf approached them, seemingly proud at what he had managed to do. ”Perhaps there are some more drunkards in the tavern down the road for you to pray on, thief. Your kind of jobs won’t be posted in public places such as this.”His eyes turned to the bar, and Simeon locked eyes with the gnome bartender. He raised a hand with two fingers extended, ordering two ales - one for himself, and one for Dayne. Whether the man had decided to drink from the thief’s pilfered riches was irrelevant - Simeon had to at least give his old companion the option. Their drinks arrived a second later, and Simeon picked up his tankard and raised it to both Dayne and Ignazio. ”To the future,” he said, before raising his eyes upwards. And to Milil, he thought, thinking of the god that he worshipped. His eyes moved to Ignazio next, looking up and down the man to try and spot anything out of place.
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Post by Balial on Mar 22, 2021 14:18:02 GMT
Dayne's eyes traced over the man, fine clothing with a face and hand that did not suit the suit. Interesting, the hushed voice whispered into Dayne's ear. He's not like you, faking maybe? Trying as best he could, with years of practice and experience, Dayne brushed off the haunting voice. As Simeon stood there to introduce the both of them, Dayne Zedar reached out his bear paw of a hand, ready to clasp the man's with mighty grip and a sign of deep respect. A ruckus stirred behind the tall man as his eyes locked onto an elf who's mouth was faster than his own fingers. " Aye, quick sly lil' bastard." Dayne said with a hearty laugh as the bard maid began to walk around the tavern with free mugs for the lot. Simeon was quick to refuse, and out of respect Dayne refused as well. " Much obliged," he said dipping his head slightly as Simeon ordered a round of drinks for the three of them at the job posting. " Actually, we might have use for someone with your... Skill set, if the job calls for it that is." Dayne knew that Simeon might interject, but truth be told, they weren't sure what they were going to come in contact with. Allies might be hard to come by and they would be fools to turn around skilled individuals before they knew any of the information. " Might offer a bit more coin than what you can find in the torn pockets of drunkards." The warrior called out to the elf, motion for him to come over to their group. Rolls None
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