2. The Friendly Arm Inn

Jan 24, 2024 3:13 am
With tired refugees in tow, the party comes on a welcome sight: the tall, safe walls of the Friendly Arm Inn! At last, a secure and friendly place for the former slaves to start putting their lives back together.

And a place for the party to plan its next moves against the Iron Throne and its threat to the region...
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It's up to you guys how long you stay here (I'm assuming at least one long rest). Everything here is timey-wimey, so feel free to do whatever you like in whatever order! Just pick a color and make a post :D
Jan 24, 2024 3:31 am
"Miss Blacksheaf."

Koveras approaches Aiwe's table in the commonroom. He bows his head slightly in respectful greeting. "If I may..." He gestures at the empty seat across from her.
Jan 24, 2024 3:37 am
Aiwë raises a bemused eyebrow. "Of course." She pushes the chair out for him with her foot, then returns to working on her lute—it hadn't handled the mine well. "Though, for the record, I liked 'cousin' better."
Jan 24, 2024 3:43 am
Ida makes sure no one follows her and she goes to the small local sweet shop. She goes to search out some hard tac candy and see if there is any cotton candy. She is always embarrassed but it's the one vice she couldn't kick. After the candy shop she returns to the inn to talk to Stephan "Hey how are you doing?"
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Jan 24, 2024 3:43 am
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"Though, for the record, I liked 'cousin' better."
Koveras nods and sits in the chair.

"I have been considering my next course of action, and I believe it would be best for me to depart at once for Baldur's Gate. The Iron Throne headquarters are there. And Rieltar as well." He pauses for just a moment as he considers his words. "I know your companions better now, and truly they're a formidable force; you have no need of an extra swordarm. I believe I can do more good on my own, reaching out to contacts among the merchant guilds, perhaps even approaching sympathizers among the Iron Throne."

The half-orc coughs lightly into his fist, but then doesn't continue to speak. Obviously he's waiting to see what Aiwe thinks...
Jan 24, 2024 3:55 am
Aiwë nods as he talks, using careful Mending to restore warped wood. It was tedious to do it this way, but more possible than making a new one right now.

"Aldous said something similar once. He wouldn't listen to me and I had to comfort Stella over the wreckage of his convoy, but if he hadn't been kidnapped we wouldn't have found you." Aiwë looks up at him.

"I consider you a mite more capable than our young lord," she winks, then pauses, "though he's impressed me lately... but do you really think you'll be safe on your own? Rieltar has to have been preparing. He'll be waiting for you."
Jan 24, 2024 4:05 am
A small smile passes his lips at the mention of Aldous. "He's coming into his own."
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"Rieltar has to have been preparing. He'll be waiting for you."
"If Ajantis survived the Cloakwood, then yes, Rieltar might understand I've been acting against him." Koveras' voice is hard. "But he doesn't frighten me. That isn't to say I don't respect his power... But I know how to be careful."

He tilts his head and regards Aiwe, truly meeting her eyes for the first time today. "I also wanted to apologize for my former behavior. Disrespecting you was not my intention. Rest assured that I have taken your words to heart."

He blinks. He seems to feel that's the end of the matter, but is giving Aiwe a chance to speak before he excuses himself.
Jan 24, 2024 4:22 am
Upon arrival, I make sure that those who have been learning from me are taken care of and let them know that if they need me I am always available and willing to help. I then ask the innkeeper where I could procure more woodworking equipment and head that way.
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Jan 24, 2024 4:28 am
Aiwë sets down her lute and answers quietly.

"I know it wasn't intentional. Thank you for the apology. Kish brun." 'No harm done.'

Then she fixes him with a stare.

"Are you sure the amount of good you can do by leaving right away instead of waiting for us to go together—probably tomorrow morning or so—is worth the danger? Are you sure you're not running away from me, even a little?"
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Jan 24, 2024 4:42 pm
Dieter finds a gloomy corner booth to sit in. Chewing on his pipe he writes in his book while periodically eyeing the other patrons and exits of the bar.

Even here though he couldn’t help but go back to that dark tunnel and the eyes looking back at him.
Jan 24, 2024 6:37 pm
Stephan is seated at a table by the hearth in the commonroom, skimming through a spellbook (his own this time, not the evil one) while eating some cooked potatoes. He looks up and smiles when Ida approaches. "I think I'm doing alright! I'm glad I gave you my master's tome; I think it was giving me a headache just carrying the thing around."

He gestures to the seat next to him. "Have a seat? I can have Bentley bring out some more food, if you like."
Jan 24, 2024 6:44 pm
Bentley cheerily directs Runeson to one of the small houses tucked on the inside of the Inn's enormous outer walls. A sun-tanned elf carpenter plies his trade there, and is happy to sell Runeson some of his extra tools. Given the plight of the refugees, the elf offers up a substantial amount of lumber as well for them to work with. It's cheap stuff, little better than firewood, but far better than nothing.
Jan 24, 2024 6:48 pm
As Dieter sits and writes and thinks, he feels a little niggle in his mind. Something. Something to do with the Shadow Druid he fought within the mine. Something about his past...
OOC:
If you choose to, you can make some sort of a check to try and get more information. Investigation maybe, or Insight could work. I'd also accept History, or even Arcana. If you choose to confide in someone else and get them to help you, either you or they can make the check, with advantage!
Jan 24, 2024 6:51 pm
Ida takes the seat offered to her "I hope the tome isn't too hard to dispose of. Ive heard rumours that some evil artifacts can only be destroyed by being thrown into the heart of a volcano." She looks at the food Stephans eating "Those do look pretty good… if its not too much trouble a bit of food would be good" Ida also glances back down at Stephans fingers looking to see if they are still blackened by whatever dark magic he managed to muster at the mine. "What field of magic are you most interested in?"
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Jan 24, 2024 6:57 pm
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"Are you sure the amount of good you can do by leaving right away instead of waiting for us to go together—probably tomorrow morning or so—is worth the danger? Are you sure you're not running away from me, even a little?"
Koveras looks as if he's been slapped - surprised and anxious that another slap may follow. "I... I am confident that I can be of more use on my own. Though, I suppose I could stay until tomorrow..."

His gaze drops to the top of the table. "I do not run away." He says it firmly. "But if put against an impossible foe, why would I remain?" The half-orc looks up at Aiwe. "You've made your thoughts on my request clear. I was in the wrong. Is this issue not resolved?"
Jan 24, 2024 7:48 pm
Aiwë's eyes are sorrowful as Koveras meets them. "An impossible foe? That is what you see in me now?" She shakes her head. "You haven't taken my response to heart. Or maybe I wasn't clear, I was the one who ran, after all. No matter. I won't press you."

She straightens and sits back in her chair. "I trust your assessment, you know yourself, the Gate, and Rieltar far more than I do. You will make a good decision. That said, you invited my opinion so here it is:"

"I want you to stay," she begins, businesslike. "We can always use another sword arm, and your knowledge of Rieltar and the Iron Throne is very valuable. That, and I am certain that we do not face Rieltar—we face the God of Murder, and he has targets. I imply nothing of your skills when I say that alone, you are vulnerable." Aiwë's eyebrows crease, and her eyes don't leave his.

"You deserve the life you want. I hope to see you in it, one day. I do not want to sing a dirge over your grave—or worse, an empty one."
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Jan 24, 2024 8:06 pm
Araklusta says:
As Dieter sits and writes and thinks, he feels a little niggle in his mind. Something. Something to do with the Shadow Druid he fought within the mine. Something about his past...
OOC:
If you choose to, you can make some sort of a check to try and get more information. Investigation maybe, or Insight could work. I'd also accept History, or even Arcana. If you choose to confide in someone else and get them to help you, either you or they can make the check, with advantage!
Dieter adjusts himself suddenly self concious and uncomfortable. There was something there something that he was hiding from himself, he needed to go deeper. Dieter relaxes his body and breathes deep in an effort to push past his mental barriers.

He hoped he was ready to face his greatest opponent, himself.
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Rolls

Insight - (1D20+2)

(20) + 2 = 22

Jan 24, 2024 9:05 pm
Stephan's fingertips are still a bit of a dull gray, but nothing like the deep black that stained them at the mine.

The young wizard waves Bentley over to ask for more potatoes, and the gnome proprietor takes off to fulfill the request.

"What field of magic?" He sighs. "I'm not really sure... I had thought Enchantment might be interesting, but it turns out magically influencing peoples' minds is... not great. Morally, I mean." He pokes at his potatoes with a fork. "Blowing things up is probably fun, but seems a bit crude to me. Maybe Divination would help me to decide what robes to wear each day. I can never decide..."

Stephan pushes his plate aside and pulls his spellbook over so that Ida can see. The spidery, arcane glyphs and diagrams aren't what she's accustomed to reading on priest scrolls. "Look at this spell though! It makes people sick, too sick to fight properly. That could have been handy in the last fight."
Jan 24, 2024 9:17 pm
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Aiwë's eyes are sorrowful as Koveras meets them. "An impossible foe? That is what you see in me now?" She shakes her head. "You haven't taken my response to heart. Or maybe I wasn't clear, I was the one who ran, after all. No matter. I won't press you."
In a surprising display, Koveras leans back in his seat and folds his arms tightly, head tilted. His eyes burn with emotion. "How can I not compare this to an impossible fight. Whenever I open my mouth I either say the wrong thing, or you twist my words into the worst possible interpretation. If you aren't my foe, then why do you mete upon me so much harsh judgment and pain?"

He takes a deep breath, and Aiwe understands that the normally-stoic half-orc is truly upset.
Jan 24, 2024 10:25 pm
Aiwë's eyes burn with anger, and she opens her mouth to speak. Then she catches herself, and looks away. She whistles a low tone, long and slow. When her breath runs out, she speaks.

"I'm sorry." Her voice is small. "You didn't do anything wrong. I... I returned the pain that I felt. Was already feeling. I shouldn't have. I didn't mean to—!" She sits forward, then back, then raps the table twice in irritation with herself. She looks down at the table.

"Will you forgive me? Can we start again?
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