Game Thread Welcome to Thornwall - Page 3

Rylus · #31 Jan 14th, 2019, 01:26 PM

BaronBaron grins at Morgan "And as i told her a thousand times, if she doesn't want her people to get tips then she shouldn't have hired cute staff who make a great pot of tea." the tall dwarf then moves over to the corner table, leans his spear against the wall beside him and takes a seat to wait for the food. Watching the several new people as they moved about.

When the tea and food are slammed down on the table he grins again "Thank you Morgan." he says to her back as she walks away. He pours a cup of the steaming tea and has to shoo the bone encrusted floating creature away from his food before fore he starts to eat "You don't even eat, now be good please." the creature floats up and hangs in the air above Baron at these words.

Sirviantis · #32 Jan 14th, 2019, 01:46 PM

RenRen sits quietly for a moment, contemplating how to politely offer a saintly man such as this halfling his sword. "I would offer to build homes for the poor, to replace the ones I've scared people from" he started "I would offer to plant food and tend a garden, to feed the poor souls who's meals I've stolen. I would offer to mend the damages I've done in attonement. But such offers would be foolish and ineffective in the cruel world in which we live. I am but one man, I have but two hands, and no matter what skills I attain to build the world into the paradise it can be there will allways be the ones who lie, cheat, steal and kill. I've pledged my sword to the blind god, to prune these sinner's souls from the world or turn them to the path I now walk."

He paused for a moment, and exhaled deeply as if trying to remove a moral weight from his shoulders. While he was talking his hands were busy with fidgetting with the sleeves of his shirt. After a deep sigh he continued his pledge: "But I've travelled far, and I know these lands not, I know naught of it's troubles and scars. I would not call myself a sellsword, father, but my quest for attonement does push me down that path. Tell me where I'm to turn sinners or mete out justice and I pledge my sword and my soul to their fates."

danab · #33 Jan 14th, 2019, 02:44 PM

Reassigned. The blood went cold in Khagra's veins.

Reassigned! That mother ****er! Reassigned!

It was no secret that Ejar disliked him. Ejar disliked almost everyone he didn't bow to. But to send him away from his home, his family, for the gods knew how long? It was too much. His vision shifted and the other inside him twisted. He grit his teeth and fought it down though. He was so preoccupied that he almost missed what the old man was saying.

"I'm not a problem sir," he manages to force out, the sound of it completely unconvincing, "I'll report to Constable Pack."

Khagra took the paper and headed off to the location written in it. The entire time his mind was elsewhere. Headless of others he plowed through the town towards his destination.

Desertion seemed like the only choice, at least at first glance. There was no telling how long he'd be assigned and he couldn't force his family to come here when they'd set down roots in Waterdeep. Would Asli even have the money to move? The shop didn't make that much... Desertion also meant he'd be without a job, have to pay a fine with money he didn't have, and thrown into a stockade. It's what happened to Dak when he ran from that ogre during the winter.

This whole thing was one big trap made especially for him. Not sure if he's getting sent to the Green Briar or the Constable's home.That's what he realized when he arrived.

Lord Loco · #34 Jan 14th, 2019, 04:29 PM

Ottar the wizardOttar eyed the pie with a distinctly hungry look. His grin broadened until he showed teeth and his belly shook with laughter. "Hahahahahah! Well, ash long ash you get into the fresh air, that'sh the important thing."

As Maxwell spoke, however, the mirth drained out of Ottar's face like water through a sieve, and he fixed the boy with a hard glare. "If you don't shee to your chargesh right now, you'll feel the back of my hand. I have no patience for layaboutsh." The wizard's good-natured smile returned as quickly as it had gone, and he joined the other men in their quest for a tavern.

Master of Monsters · #35 Jan 14th, 2019, 08:24 PM

Who is a jerky and leaving the rally point…but meh.Muinor quickly finishes his meal, leaves a time with garners a glare from Morgan and a grumble about getting skinned alive by Katelyn, then begins to slowly scour the town for the materials he needed to cost 3 sp, make sure mark all your spending down; Roll a craft check for DC12; pass the check and you make a bunch of 20 arrows, fail the check and you fail to make any arrows today, but you do not damage any materials. However you can choose to make masterwork arrows, which would cost 2 gp in materials and require a DC 12 craft check to craft a single arrow(price is 6 gp per single unit of ammo). If your choose to craft masterwork arrows I will go deeper into that at the time.craft him a quiver of arrows.

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The Halfling gives a knowing sign, feeling the weight of grief on the speaker’s soul "Ah, but you admit the guild, my son! That is the first step! You may not be able to right every wrong you have caused, but you can start to give back to the world starting this very second! You are giving back just by admitting the need to give back. I cannot promise you it will be a short or easy process; I cannot say you will ever reach a point where you are content, however I can tell you with each and every action….every breath, you can start to balance out the cosmic scales in which balance good and evil. Do your best to see that each and every step from here on out adds a grain of sand to the scales on the side of good!" Basil pauses a moment to let the odd metaphor sink in. "Now where to start? Where to start…..hmmm?" the Halfling mumbles as if asking you, before giving a squeak of excitement when an idea comes to him. "”There is always jobs being offered on the community board in the Green Briar Tavern, outside the Constables home, at the main gate and lastly by the old oak stage. That last place is the HUGE tree stump in the middle of town. Donno why they call it a stage…..well I do actually, but ah! I digress, You could choose to perform a task. Able bodies are always I need in Thornwall, and while not every job is exactly savory, there are plenty that will make the world a better place!" the priests’ voice continues to grow in excitement, until the final few words are nearly shouted, as if to rally Ren to burst out and start right away.

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OOC: changed my mind, so sue me...

Torack · #36 Jan 14th, 2019, 10:14 PM

Muinor
He took his time to scour the city for supplies, and eventually after handing out the coin, which he honestly didn’t expect to be so inexpensive, he started making his way back to the tavern, taking a moment to enjoy the sun on his face and the sounds of the town. Once he was back at the building, instead of going inside, he leaned back the outer fence facing the street and began crafting, not wanting to have to ruin any of the rooms inside with the shavings of wood, or any of the other junk that came from making the arrows.

As he worked, he let his mind wander, and realized that he probably needed another job before leaving this place.Or something to do, considering he was a sellsword. Although he had enough money to lie low for a while, his hunger for honour demanded that he do something than just sit around and drink all day. Not that he didn’t enjoy his drink, but those old habits were starting to kick in and he was getting restless. The crafting was helping with that some, but he needed something more substantial to focus on.

A goal, as it were. A job that he could throw himself into, not for the sake for it, but for regaining his honour. And what better way than having a reputation where people praised your name. That was the eventual goal, but he needn’t get ahead of himself at the moment.

After some time, once he finished with his arrows, he placed them into his quiver and walked back into the tavern, dusted his hands off and stood just in front of the entrance. He looked over to the half-orc and a sudden idea came to him. Turning towards the bar, he walked up to Katelyn. “Another round for my friend over there,” he said nodding to the orc then made his way over to his table and sat across from him. “Greetings, friend,” he said as he sat down.

OOC
Actions: crafted arrows; bought a drink for Akrus and is now engaged in coversation with him.

Master of Monsters · #37 Jan 15th, 2019, 12:18 AM

"By the gods, this has been a rather busy afternoon" Morgan muttered to herself as she bustled about the ever filling tavern. About an hour after midday, a second barmaid showed up, Rigan by name, and assisted with the clientele, but was careful to avoid Baron, half because the dwarf creeped her out; half because to not step on Morgan’s toes. That’s you guys!As the adventurers took notice of the board, the each in turn made their way over to the board to look at the listed advertisments.

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The Afternoon slowly faded towards dusk, and the tavern continued to fill, All players who wishes to arrive at the tavern have arrived by this point, regardless of current story line.nearing capacity. Constable Pack was a noticeable exception to the guest list, and anytime a local was asked about his where about, hint: problem for tomorrowa noncommittal shrug and blow off response was given. The atmosphere of the Tavern becomes more celebratory, as the locals(and few of the travelers) begin to form into groups and play their favorite tavern games. The notice board is relocated to behind the bar as a dart board takes its place, many drunken locals climb up on the stage and begin to sing karaoke or preform, which turns into a miniature talent contest, and groups across the bar begin to play All are dice games, that if asked the locals would be happy to teach to anyone, happy to get ‘fresh blood’ involved’Miners and Mountains, Riffa, and Demiri with groups all denomination of coin, including Platinum and a few gems, crossing the tables.

Welcome to the first 'minigame' of the campaign. This is designed to allow the players to mingle with NPCs, gather any rumors they may want about the listed quests, play the tavern games(darts, talent contest, or any of the three games.)

I also want to take a moment to delve a bit deeper into my plans. As I have stated several times I want this to be an open world game, which is driven primarily by the players. I am willing to split into up to three groups, follow any whim that may cross your mind, or any other nonsense that happens. This is a new concept to me, and may or may not be successful. The above listed adventures are all in different stages of planning. I can give you a fun easter egg, that the three 'wanted' characters are all former characters of mine from games across the years right here on this very site. Elbryan is a character I played for many years, and may again start to play; however this campaigns 'Elbryan' will be a loose interpretation of the real one.(the game is still running like 10 years later).

However, back to topic, I hope to have this game focus a lot on roleplaying, as well as roll-playing and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I do not know where this game will lead, but I can say that since I have started I have went from two potential 'ideas' to several dozen, and have been given many wonderful NPCS in which are growing in my mind over the course of a few days of gameplay. I absolutely love Morgan/Baron interaction, The trio in the maxwell incident was classic, Muinor/Mithy/Akrus have all helped to flesh out Green Briar in my mind and while I feel Khagra and Ren have just started to blosom, I expectantly wait to see where their story goes. I don't have my notes with me at this very moment(they are in the kitchen, I was jotting ideas while I ate) I would bet a large sum that I have gotten at least 3 quest ideas/hooks/NPCs from each of you in the last 48 hours. Pack was going to be at Green Briar, but I had a wonderful idea relating to the Graves mentioned in Baron's first(i believe?) post.

Anyways, I know there was more I wanted to say, but I will end my ramblings here.

Alphaeus · #38 Jan 15th, 2019, 01:55 AM

The Doctor
Tavryn led the group to the market at a cheerful pace. Outside the tavern, he asked around for the Constable and, finding that either Maxwell was wrong or the Constable had forgotten his commitment, turned to the group.

"Well, it appears our good Constable isn't here, for whatever reason. That said, if you want gossip and entertainment I'm sure this is the place to find it. As to more weighty matters, I myself am going to peruse the Job Board...you are welcome to join me."

With his piece said, he headed over to the job board, slipping between the crowded patrons with the practiced easy of a people-person. The Help Wanted jobs were not things in which he had much interest -- guarding and fighting were things he could do well enough, but still...he had more precise talents that merely killing things. Considering he rarely used anything more than basic remedies for his practice -- specializing in surgery and therapy rather than apothecary work -- the quest for Bloodflower Petals was a complete loss to him. The first two missions were merely typical wanted posters...the third, however, caught his attention.

First, this Elbryan was an Aasimar. Though he was well aware his kind varied, they still usually had some sort of useful knowledge when it came to extraplanar matters. Secondly, the crimes indicated someone with a bit more than just the average criminal. There were deaths to be avenged here...and a dangerous mind to pit against his own psychic talents. He would likely need allies in this venture, but such were simple enough to come by...perhaps this evil criminal would earn the ire of the Justicar with whom he had just been associating...

Zazaq · #39 Jan 15th, 2019, 02:01 AM

Akrus stared in confusion at the drink clunked the tabe in front of him, he hadn't ordered it, he wasn't done with his tankard. His hazy mind tried to confirm both these facts amidst the chorus of laughter, dice and music. The elf that sat beside him at the bar made everything oh so clear, it all clicked in an instant. An insult. He glanced back at the clean, clear wine glass showcasing the fruity drink, broadcasting across the bar what his oak brown tankard hid. Not that he gave a ****, he drank what he liked and if someone wanted to mock him for it that was there folly. However, an insult, one from an elf. That could not be ignored, that could not be brushed off.

"Elf." the word was a slur in itself coming from his mouth, staring at the man beside him. He glared hard into the man, trying to determine what to do as he let the word hang in the air. He didn't touch the glass, or even the mug, he just glared hard into the man, waiting for the fool to say something.

Torack · #40 Jan 15th, 2019, 03:08 AM

Muinor
That wasn’t exactly a response he was expecting, but leave it to a young half-orc to misinterpret a meaning of friendship. He didn’t deal with many of his kind, the orc half in particular, save for slaying them when they got too close to their borders. While he still served his people, at least, and what little conversations he had with them, he got that there was much left to be desired in terms of intelligence. Although, savages the lot of them, he did notice a strong sense of honour and pride that was akin to their own. Because this stranger was a half-orc he hoped that sense of honour was there.

Alas, it didn’t seem the case. But even a fool would understand the word “friend” and the fact this one insulted him right after was a little off putting. A shameful, dishonourable act to be sure, and one he didn’t at all expect to find in a somewhat civilized place. He picked up the drink he offered and brought it closer to the half-orc. “Even the most savage orc has a sense of honour, child,” he said as he stood, then gave him a look. “Pity.” He turned away and focused on the noticeboard.

Mrjoegangles · #41 Jan 15th, 2019, 07:36 AM

Balefinn has always hated taverns. Inns and pubs were also held in low regard. Too much noise, and all of it random, feet stomping, glassing clinking, a hundred conversations, and raucous singing throughout. It was the only time Balefinn truely felt blind. Sure in a battle the sounds were louder, but they were sharper as well, and there was a beat, a rhythm to them. No..... A tavern was chaos incarnate. Stumbling through the entryway and bumping a table or two along the way, Balefinn strained with his ears until he finally heard the thunk of pottery on a high counter, the bar.
Slapping several silver coins on the bar, too upset to even check the denomination and weight Balefinn gasped as his anxiety pushed out in a low rush. “Water! And a word if you will.” Taking deep breaths to calm his beating heart, Balefinn remembered back to his early training. Finding a safe focal point and using it as an anchor the young Inquisitor pushed out with his senses and attempted again to map out his surroundings. Slightly calmer and more composed he remembered to use his sense of smell and sighed as he was able to pair them with the random noises and visualize the tables and patrons around him. ”Savras damn every tavern, inn, pub, bar, and common room. Straight to the bloody Abyss.”

Sirviantis · #42 Jan 15th, 2019, 10:54 AM

Granted the new hint in starting on a quest from the noticeboard Ren quickly perked up from his gloom and thanked the man. "I thank you, father, for helping me in my attonement." After this he left the alcove and stepped towards a tiny statue of the maimed god. He lowered himself to his knees, took off his hood and folding his hands on one another. "Tyr, grant me the strength to attone, the tongue to turn wrongdoers and the wisdom to spot falsehoods, and in your name I'll mete out justice" With that prayer he left the church, his feet soon brought him towards the green briar inn.

Outside the door he had a long debate about whether to keep his hood off or put it on again. "If I pull it to hide my face they won't trust me either" was the conclusion and so he stalked into the tavern with his face exposed and his amulet shined. He moved straight to the bar where he just saw the patron moving the noticeboard in favor of a dart board. He held up the inkeep, and took the board from his hands for a quick look at the listings to memorize them. The man realized that gathering bloodflower petals would likely be most noble of the listings. Still it might be prudent to aid another in their quests. And thus he turned to another man near the bar, Doctor Tarvyn, perhapsFine-clad and regal looking, and asked him: "Given the choice between any of these jobs, which would you say has the biggest impact on the lives of these people?"

Angel · #43 Jan 15th, 2019, 01:17 PM

Warlord

Mithy took stock of the available job listings, paying specific attention to the names and descriptions of the wanted men and returned to her seat. Her food had already been delivered, but she avoided giving into the allure of its aroma for just a bit longer and pushed her plate and dink to the side to make way for the parchment, quiver and ink she pulled out of her backpack. Having swiftly jotted down the details about the bounties, she once again avoided the temptation of hunger, as there was a palpable tension radiating from besides her, where the That's Arkushalf ork that had previously peaked her interest was now staring daggers with one of the other patrons, a fairly burly That’s Muinorelf with long
hair and tattoos on his face. The elf was also armed.

"Hey!" she raised her voice, hoping to draw the half ork's attention, but then honeying her words a bit for the followup question, so as to still sound inviting, rather than confrontational "You ok?" If Arkus would have turned around at that point, he would have been greeted by a slightly excited smile and a stare filled to the brim with life, to the point where it might even catch a man off guard.

Shartly after the singing had started, an idea quickly coalesced in Mithy's mind. After the end of one of the karaoke performers, she took a sip off her drink, stood up and went to chat up the music staff. Shortly after, her voice was the next to get carried over and compliment the tavern's musicians. She had chosen an upbeat song, similar to a seaman tavern chanty and Mithy did endeavour to deepen her voice to keep her rendering as close as to what she remembered from when she'd first heard it. It told the story of a brave young man who sailed the seven seas, but always came to shore to look for love. The chorus however would each time mock the sailerboy, yet another lover leaving, with a slap to the face and many bottles for his heart, so he'd drag his feet back to his crew mates pleading his 'only love be the sea'.

At the end of her performance, she took a bow, pleased she had garnered some attention and raised her voice again "Thank you, thank you! I'm Dymithria Those with Knowledge Nobility may recognize the name, or consider it coincidence. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Molotov, a sellsword from the east and will be helping out with the tasks on ye'noticeboard ov'r yonder, the next few days!” she proclaimed and pointed to the now turned dartboard behind the bar. "Those who wish to join me, come have drink, let's talk!"

Lord Loco · #44 Jan 15th, 2019, 01:28 PM

Ottar the wizardOnce through the doors of the Green Briar Tavern, Ottar made a beeline for the bar with but a "Pardon me" for his two companions. It was clear that the wizard felt quite at home in a tavern, and had nothing against the benefits of civilization, however warmly he spoke about the great outdoors.

As eager as he was about securing his creature comforts, he still spared the time to comment briefly on an Between Muinor and Akrusexchange he witnessed at the bar. "Ish that any way to treat a free drink?" he chided gently. "If you don't like wine, you can give it to me." Ottar chuckled and turned to the woman tending the bar. "Ah, good lady! I need a bed, a bath, and posshibly shome laundry if shuch shervicesh are available here, but firsht and foremosht I require shomething hot and meaty." The notice board could wait.

Zazaq · #45 Jan 15th, 2019, 02:46 PM

The claim the elf gave was flat out bizarre to Akrus. It was a statement so untrue that it gave him pause when he might have knocked the man flat for waving a cup in his face. "You know nothing of orcs," the young man said factually. "We're proud, and strong, but honorable? Honor doesn't even exist, honors just a pretty word you pink skins made up," he elaborated, lifting his own mug without breaking eyes and taking a long drink.

The girls voice made him jerk, and spill a bit down the front of his olive cloak. She really was such a small thing, almost too small to be in a tavern let alone a sellsword. Moreover her demeanor was more like his mothers then his fathers, more befitting a wife or a slave then a warrior. Between this and the words she used his response was delayed, he was confused and not just because of the booze in his system. "Yeah, course, the elf just thought to mock me," he brushed off before adopting a more bored, semi regal look. "You checked the board yeah? Anything good? Anything worthy of AKRUS THRUNJA, CHIEF OF CLAN BLOOD SKULL, SON OF MALCROM THRUNJA, BUTCHER OF GOBLINS AND GUARDIAN OF GOATS?" he asked loudly, billowing out his name and titles. The room was too damn noisy for it to carry far, but it was a habit, he was trying to build his reputation after all.

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