Chapter 1: Lady Luck's Curtsy

Nov 30, 2016 2:19 am
A hidden hand, a trusted courtier, presented on a silken pillow, stuffed under your door at an inn. No matter how it came to be in your possession, you are the proud owner of a letter from one Baron Harketts. Printed on what appears to be a fine vellum, with clearly writ purple script, is the following missive:

Greetings and salutations!

You may not be aware of who I am, yet, but know this: my name is Baron Harketts. I am a man of varied connections and deep pockets. As it turns out, I am in need of your particular skill-set. I have received word of a unique treasure that I would like recovered. I am a bit infirm, and cannot go haring about to recover it on my own as I used to in my prime, you see. There is where you come in. I have a purse worth 500 gold coins with your name on it if you can recover the item for me. I have reached out to some other contractors as well, as I intend on sending more than one lone soul out for this. It is my dearest hope you will bond together, like the marauding bands of old, to recover this ancient artifact.

If you would like to know more (or see proof of the possible reward), please make yourself present at
The Jeweled Bottle in Neverwinter in one month's time. I look forward to making your esteemed acquaintance.


Most sincerely,
Yahvitz Marrian, Twelfth Baron Harketts


The month has passed and you find yourself approaching a tavern with a battered sign hanging from a single chain. The image is that of a crystal decanter with sockets for what used to be gemstones set along the base.
Dec 2, 2016 11:36 pm
OOC:
Ping for notification's sake.
Dec 2, 2016 11:46 pm
I shove my way through the front door and bellow at the nearest staff member, "Yahvitz Merrian Baron Harketts. Where is he?"
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Dec 2, 2016 11:49 pm
OOC:
What is Neverwinter's policy on avian flight over the city? I'll assume they won't like it.
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Dec 2, 2016 11:51 pm
A short creature with the head of a hawk and massive wings tucked in at its sides walks into the inn just as the dragon-thing shouts at a serving girl. Shaking his head, he moves forward, "I, too, am looking for Yahvitz. Might you know where he can be found?
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Dec 3, 2016 12:00 am
A small armor-clad man with dark gray skin and a close-cropped white beard sits off to the side, sipping a mead as he watches this unfold.
Dec 3, 2016 12:01 am
OOC:
I'm not sure which is his actual name.
Dec 3, 2016 12:05 am
A tallish, slender elf enters the tavern and takes a seat and observes his future adventurers with a curious stupor, while they shout about a man they never met.
OOC:
I think his name is Yahvitz Twelfth.
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Rolls

Arrival time (Even = on time, Odd = late) - (1d20)

(4) = 4

Dec 3, 2016 12:11 am
Another avian being of brown plumage steps across the threshold, eyes scanning the room. There is a predatory assessment of the tavern's occupants, as though marking those who would be prey and those who would compete for such. A harness upon the aarakocra's body is laden with traveling supplies, along with a shield and visible weapons of war.

At mention of the name Yahvitz, she tilts her head with an inquisitive chirp.
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Dec 3, 2016 12:14 am
His name is Yahvitz Merrian. However, his noble title is Baron, and his Barony is Harketts. He is the 12th holder of the barony. A History check may reveal more. ;)
Dec 3, 2016 12:21 am
OOC:
That is a History check relevant to my area of expertise.

Rolls

History - (1d20+4)

(11) + 4 = 15

Dec 3, 2016 12:32 am
OOC:
History, which I do actually have Expertise in!

Rolls

History - (1d20+6)

(9) + 6 = 15

Dec 3, 2016 12:32 am
HypCo says:
A tallish, slender elf enters the tavern and takes a seat and observes his future adventurers with a curious stupor, while they shout about a man they never met.
OOC:
I think his name is Yahvitz Twelfth.
OOC:
Hey, I never shouted!
Dec 3, 2016 1:07 am
OOC:
I expertise in history, too.
Naatkinson says:
OOC:
Hey, I never shouted!
OOC:
Birds lack the ability to be quite.

Rolls

History - (1d20+5)

(4) + 5 = 9

Dec 3, 2016 1:22 am
I peer at the bird-creature suspiciously. "No, which is why I asked."
Dec 3, 2016 1:28 am
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Dec 3, 2016 1:35 am
The serving girl looks a bit taken aback by your sudden entrance into the tavern. Ba - Baron Harketts has not yet arrived. she stammers, a bit nervously. She casts a sidelong glance at the two Aarakocra, and shudders slightly. She shies away from Xavena as she gestures to a door in the back. He bade me set out casks of ale, warm meats, and pies. Please - um - help yourselves? she continues quietly.

Those that have already arrived, the serving girl that Xavena 'accosted' upon arrival has shown you all to a back room. If you proceed on into the space, it is a relatively spacious private room, set with a massive oaken table along one long wall. There is a set of seats laid out with a single chair facing them.
OOC:
Picture every horrible business meeting ever: coffee and snacks on the table at the side, assembly style seats on the other side.
Dec 3, 2016 2:00 am
Aera nods his thanks to the serving girl and then looks around at the assembled snacks, looking for something that would agree with one of his own kind's palette.
Dec 3, 2016 2:09 am
I take several hunks of meat and two pies and sit on the floor, helping myself to everything all at once like a starving hyena.
Dec 3, 2016 2:13 am
Orseas, looking up from a small, unraveled bundle of papers, looks up at the group as the enter one after the other. He had been there all day and was waiting for the man who summoned himself to make himself known. He shook his head with smarm, but in truth was pleased that he had in fact come to the right place.
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