Prologue: Troubles at Red Larch.

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Aug 16, 2018 12:51 pm
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Aug 16, 2018 12:59 pm
Vardo

Vardo assesses that the general mood is upbeat and anticipatory for the Midsummer. Apparently the holiday is somewhat of a big deal around here with area's homesteaders all flooding in to town for the celebration. But, mixed in with the excitement, Vardo also overhears anxiety and worry over recent darker happenings around the area - talks of recent spike in bandit activities, rumors of unexplained disappearances and strange sightings of masked men around the recently opened quarry north west of town, etc. Vardo is unsure of how much of these talks is based on fact and how much are idle fancies of townfolks.
Aug 16, 2018 1:01 pm
Yohna considers both buildings with a neutral expression, before noticing their diminutive travel companion examining the board. She is about to walk over to her, just as Breezy passes through the doors. As the entrance swings on its hinges, she manages a glance inside, picking up the commotion inside. 'Packed...' She sighs, wondering if it's even worth the wait she'll probably have to stick to find out if they have rooms left, compared to seeking sanctuary in the shrine.

Instead, she takes a few steps across to read the board with Midnight. "Anything worth knowing?" She asks, a little abruptly, though it isn't as if she'd made her presence at all unknown. "Failing that, did you happen to find anything around here suitable for killing time?" She peers a little closer at the board, flicking past the assistance requests - She'd get back to them - and looking for any local business advertisements.
OOC:
That's correct, Kelemvor is Yohna's god.
Aug 16, 2018 1:06 pm
OOC:
Yohna, roll for perception. Midnight also.
Aug 16, 2018 1:12 pm
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Aug 16, 2018 1:22 pm
OOC:
Rolling Perception

THAT'S A GOOD OMEN
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Rolls

Perception - (1d20+5)

(20) + 5 = 25

Aug 16, 2018 1:52 pm
Yohna

While sifting through the advertisement, Yohna notices underneath them, haphazardly torn, what was once glued on poster. What you can make out of it looks somewhat like a part of a drawing of lower jaw. (with a roll like that) She deduces immediately that it looks like remnants of what used to be a poster of a bounty. Of whom and how much the bounty is/was, you can't tell. It's hard to even assess the race with what little of the poster remains.
Aug 16, 2018 2:14 pm
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Aug 16, 2018 2:19 pm
Vardo breezes through the doors of the Swinging Sword and is immediately impressed at the bustle. Spying an open table amid the chaos, he dances between rowdy patrons and scurrying wait staff until he's able to twist himself into a seat. He motions for a barmaid once he manages to catch her attention from across the floor. After she nods indicating likely that she'll get to him when she can, he settles in.

Intrigued by the few snippets he overheard on the way to the tavern, he decides to gather any more tidbits that might be on offer. He takes a small piece of paper from his pocket and begins slowly folding and creasing it, giving the impression to anyone glancing in his direction of someone intent on a hobby. In reality, he stealthily tries to overhear the conversations around him and surreptitiously sneaking peeks at the patrons out of ear shot in order to better get a sense of the type of people in attendance.

Rich, poor, farmers, adventurers, the crowd can tell him a great deal about town even if he isn't lucky with the conversations at hand.
OOC:
Disregard.
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Aug 16, 2018 2:25 pm
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Aug 16, 2018 2:42 pm
Midnight stands in front of the board with a finger on her chin reading through all the postings, trying to find something quick and easy to do so that she has enough money to pay for a room for the night. She thinks that maybe she could put on a little magic show during the Midsummer festivities to raise a few coins.

She's intrigued by Breezy—this is her first time seeing or meeting a genasi of any flavor. When he stops by her to read the postings, she gets distracted and stares at him without saying anything. After he goes inside the inn, she finishes browsing the postings and then heads inside to what he does and work up the courage to say hello.
OOC:
It looks like she really WAS distracted... sheesh.
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Rolls

Perception - (1d20+1)

(3) + 1 = 4

Aug 16, 2018 2:46 pm
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Aug 16, 2018 2:48 pm
Midnight

The staff more or less ignores you. They seem all quite busy. You'll need to get their attention if you want it. You see Breezy few feet in front of you trying to do exactly that.
OOC:
When Midnight is ready to put on that show, roll for performance with the post.
Aug 16, 2018 2:59 pm
Vardo

As you take your seat. You first notice that the strange looking pale-blue skinned man that calls himself "Breezy" is in the establishment, trying to get the attention of the staff and soon another one of your travel companion walks in - the somewhat shy and OCD gnomish woman.

You get the impression that the Inn's tavern is less of a local watering hole and more of a proper restaurant. Though, there is a bar, the patrons all seem fairly well mannered. You don't hear too many gossiper. More family talk and the like - mainly about the upcoming Midsummer festivals - if there's going to be any traveling band of bards this year and who's going to bake what, etc. You do notice that the unmistakable matron of the establishment behind the bar seem the talkative type. At the least, she seems to speak animatedly - whilst tending the bar, expertly - with whomever would be her audience, patron or staff. People seem less engaged than just nod and let her talk - esp. the staff who are busy as it is.
OOC:
Ignore. See posts below.
Aug 16, 2018 3:19 pm
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Keavan heads to the inn to attempt to secure lodgings and meet up with any of the others who have made it there.
Aug 16, 2018 3:25 pm
Yohna raises a finger, about to begin an objection, but Midnight has already scampered off before she can say anything, and the cleric simply shakes her head and sighs. She takes a closer look at the old bounty, taking it from the board and examining the remains, then elects to fold them neatly and slide them into her bag.

That done, Yohna decides that the shrine is probably, by duty if nothing else, the best place to go next. Stepping across the path to the doors, she takes a moment to regard the symbols on the door, carefully tracing the craftsmanship of each one with a hand. The woman then balls the same hand and raps firmly on the doors, waiting for a response.
OOC:
If there is no response, she will enter anyway.
Aug 16, 2018 3:33 pm
Keavan

As you enter the busy establishment. You immediately notice the pale-blue skinned man and gnome woman. As you look around you also take notice of the smooth-tongued elf sitting at a corner table fidgeting with something. You're unsure where rest of your travel companions are. the dwarf is nor the cleric.
OOC:
I will probably not be checking the site for a few hours while I catch up on work but feel free to post your next move/RP among yourselves.
Aug 16, 2018 3:47 pm
Yohna

Inside is a plain chapel with a stone altar. From a chamber at the back of the chapel, Yohna hears a deep, stern voice "Come in. No need to knock. All are welcome here." A giant man with fiery red beard and hair, standing well over 6 feet tall emerges from the back room dressed in ceremonial plate armor adorned with relief of upright flaming sword. Around his neck is also the same symbol. You recognize this as the symbol of the god Tempus.

He sees you. "A fellow person of the cloth. A follower of Kelemvor. I am called Imdarr, my patron - Tempus. Death is also part of war.
Are you here for worship? This place is called Allfaiths Shrine (area 1) and as the name indicates welcomes all faiths. You may use the altar as you wish."
Aug 16, 2018 4:26 pm
"You can bet on Vergadain's arse we're going to the pub!" Falka cheers with excitement. She doesn't stop to ask how the elf had got her name, and two strides into town and she's already on her way to the nearest drinking establishment. When she throws open the doors to the Helm at Highsun, she finds it to be the perfect sort of place where people like Falka go to have a fistfight and spin a good yarn or two. Her eyes light up in childish delight and she rubs her palms together in joyous anticipation. She sets about scouring the establishment for any strong looking warrior types, dwarves or both posthaste.
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Aug 16, 2018 4:37 pm
OOC:
Ok. Really quick. To Remus in particular. The Helm of Highsun is just across the street from the Inn. Which is more of a local rowdy watering hole. More Falkas speed. I think I did a piss poor job of explaining. If you want to edit your post you can. Sorry about that. I’ll catch up later this evening EST.
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