Kalmir heads to the common room after a good nights sleep. He listens politely to the dwarf's conspiracy theories and orders his own breakfast. Seeing Damion he heads over to sit beside him. Good Morning Damion. Mieliki's blessing upon you, and Lord Tempus' too.

Khidran pokes up from under the table, face all red "Good morning, and thank you for the blessings - I was just trying to lure out Soe, I think she has found something interesting down there and she wan't come out" at that moment Soe comes running up his leg and curls up in his lap again purring like a cat "stop it sweetie I have already fed you – sorry she so craves for attention, so did you guys sleep well after yesterdays rumble?"

Kalmir nodded, Nothing like a good fight to get Kalmir's blood pumping!

OOC:  Just making sure, are we assuming Iodaem was introduced to the party the other night?

Yeah man we totally kicked butt last night! I think I may have saved your life too so maybe you should buy me a drink ;)

"And to you, Kalmir. It is good we all made it out of yet another scrape alive, and with new friends to boot." the young priest says with a nod and smile to Khidran.

Kalmir claps a large meaty hand on Damion's shoulder, You Kalmir's oldest friend. Everyone else go away even CAla and her doggy. But Damion and Kalmir always fight side by side!

Waking from his sleep, Iodaem sat up instantly, sweating all over.  It was a dream.  Just a dream, he thought, and soon began to calm down.  Tymora, grace me with enough luck to stop these dreams from coming every night, he prayed, and put his feet down on the cold floor.  Or Beshaba, turn them on some other unlucky soul but me, he added, thinking it enough of a morning prayer to his dual goddesses.  Getting dressed quickly, he then walked into the common room of the tavern, and after some deliberation, he joined the people he had helped fight off the strange creatures the night before.

"A good morning to you," he quietly said as he sat down, and glanced around, as if looking for someone in particular. . .  Did she leave already?

Good morning. You fight good!

Damion all but throws his cup and spits water all over the table when Kalmir gave him the harty slap. He coughed a moment then says,"Yes my friend. I am here for the duration."

After a quiet and peaceful reverie, Authiel awoke early and took a long, relaxing walk before stopping some distance from the inn and taking time to reflect on the previous day and prepare for the coming one.  Finally she returned to the inn.  She stepped inside, her cheeks pink from the weather and exertion, and shook out her hair before shrugging out of her cloak as she scanned the room.

Seeing the men she had met the previous night, she walked shyly over to them, not really wishing to eat alone if she did not have to.  "May I join you?" she quietly asked in her sweet, lilting voice that still bore traces of her accent.

As the group speaks, eats, and re-visits last night's fight, a young man of about 16 winters with a tuft of thick red hair and some pimples on his face comes into the common room.

He wears a suit of leather armor that is too big on him and carries a dull short sword.  He has a new dagger strapped to one boot and a coin pouch that clinks of coin as he walks.

He sees you and Ironteeth and swallows hard.

He comes over to the table and clears his throat.

I am Kendrik Holtzwein and I seek a life of travel and adventure.

Are...are you taking on new partners?

Orgruth burps loudly, a bit of egg clinging to his lower lip shaking like a fall leaf on a branch.

Laddie, I don't change no diapers, and while I don't speak for this lot, I bet they don't either.

There's plenty a' work to be done in the spring thaw, like guarding caravans and such heading south or north.  Mebee train a bit more, go to temple for help, and come back when you've had some more exprerience, eh?


The boy's face turns red as the salty dwarf speaks and he almost trembles as he says in a proud but quivering voice Sir dwarf, I have seen some battle!  I have slain a creature - something like a goblin, I think.  That is where I got this dagger and some coin!

The dwarven traveller squints and gestures to the boy to show him the dagger.

Kendrik proudly displays it, handing it over relctantly to Ironteeth.

Hmm...'t'ain't of goblin or orc make, more like something you could buy at any one of a dozen stalls in the marketplace.

The boy goes to grab the dagger back, but it drops to the floor near Kalmir's feet.

I don't know where the monster got it, but I got it off the monster two nights ago, right near here!  Strange coins, too!

So I want more adventure.  I...I killed the evil thing, and I like the way it made me feel to do good!  I...I told my pa what I wanted to do, and he said i was old enough now to go off on my own, and now here I am.

I bought some armor that I coudl afford, and my uncle gave me his sword from his days at war...

And if all you can do is poke fun, to hell with you!

The boy's face is flush with anger and pride, and Ironteeth knows enough to back off.

He claps the boy on the back, waves for a drink to be served, and leans back in his chair, looking at all of you.

Prudence says nothing as she brings the boy a large cup of milk with a bit of honey and spices on top.

The boy nods in thanks and looks to you, as well.

As Authiel entered, Iodaem seemed to have found whoever he was looking for, and he gladly welcomed her to their table.  She looks so much like her. . . he thought as they ate breakfast, but he didn't say anything, instead watching the lady from the corners of his eyes.

Then, as the kid came to 'join' them, he looked the boy up and down, and frowned, but stayed silent for now.  He wasn't an adventurer, after all.

Kalmir clapped the youngster on his back. The boy was younger than Kalmir was when he left home to seek adventure. But look what happened to him, years spent rowing for pirates before he got lucky enough to escape. Men from Kalmir's village say, boy never too young to find glory on field of battle, but better you get seasoned first before you go fight with us. Kalmir not question your valor, but it take Kalmir years to become the warrior he is today, every day, every fight, makes a warrior better fighter but have to start somewhere.

Damion nods a good morrow to Authiel then listens intently to conversation between the boy and the dwarf. After Kalmir speaks Damion can't help but interject.
"A life of "adventuring" as you call it isn't a life for everyone,young sir. There isn't always glory and riches to be had on the road. There is also death and all manner of horrors. But if you must follow the call of the open spaces then you should surely find a mentor."

Khidran greeted Authiel and the boy, and frowned of Ironteeth's manners. He himself hadn't been much older when he started joining the hunting groups back on Evermeet, but he'd also received training and were amongst his kin, he took a deep breath "Perhaps we should consider taking him in, I'd hate to send him out in the world with the wrong kind of persons, then I'd rather take him under our wing were we at least can teach him properly and protect him if needed?" he petted Soe and she purred again not seeming affected by the relatively large crowd that had gathered.

Damion thought for a moment on what Khidran said then nodded.
"He might be better off with those of us that would not take advantage of one so new to the adventuring trade."

The youth nods, his hair falling down into his eyes.

I...I wouldn't get in the way none, and I can handle horses, help on the trail if we leave city...

It is clear he wants to please you.

A stout man wearing robes marking him as a worshipper of The Morning Lord, Lathader, strides into the inn, sniffs, and looks around.

Spotting you, he nods and comes over to the table.

Well met, and I trust the sun has blessed you with its rays this fine morn.

Brother Peiter:   

I am brother Peiter of the church of Lathander.  I seek those in need of employment who have skills at battle and who are not adverse to leaving the confines of Waterdeep for two seasons or so.

Pay is fair, and all food is given to you freely.  We may even be able to supply basic equipment, as needed, for the trip.  Mounts are also paid for by us, and you will be allowed to keep them, once your tenure with us is completed.

Of course, there will be several tests to make sure you are of the right heart and have the required skills for our mission.

If I can sit and explain my offer further...?

He indicated a chair, hoping you will let him sit near you.

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OOC: This leads to the adventure "New Dawn" from the ARPs.
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Prudence Colarn, the owner of The Rusty Nail, comes over with fresh drinks and points to a small man limping down the street outside her inn.


Prudence Colarn:


See old Rejin there?  He owns a little place, danker than this hole, if you can believe it.

Those cloaked ones, they came to him about a ten day ago.  His son, a real big guy like Kalmir here, he threw them out on their ears after they tried to get Rejin to buy "protection service".

Two nights later his son has missing a leg and Rejin almost lost one, too.

Now he sure pays protection money.

If not for you folks...


She shrugs and returns to the bar.

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OOC:  This leads to "The Cloaked Ones" ARP.

Late in the afternoon, a slender halfling woman with black hair and a lute strapped to her back enters the inn.

She goes to the bar and has a few words with Constance.

Then she heads toward a large table in the middle of the inn and leaps atop it.

She takes her lute off, taps her feet, and sings a raucous song about a pirate, a priest, and a pickle shared between them.

Caralee Mistletoe:



When she finishes, she bows and shakes her hair.

Now that I have your attention, fine sirs and finer ladies, let me introduce myself.  I am called "pest" by some, "honey" by a select few others, but most know me as Caralee Mistletloe formally of Baldur's Gate, now of Waterdeep the last 6 years.

I am in need of some able-bodied mercanaries, and any who think they fit that bill can step up and claim an ale on me.

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OOC:  This leads to the ARP "Rescue and Escape!"
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An older man clad in a fur-lined cloak with the bearing of nobility enters the inn and looks around, disdain on his face.  Four beefy bodyguards stand at the door, hands on the hilts of their short swords.

The man is about to leave when he spots you.

Taking you in with his pale blue eyes, he eventually shrugs and comes over to your table.


Nobleman:



Urm...I...I am afraid I'm not sure I...

Well, I've never done this sort of thing before...

You see, I am in need of a band of adventurers.  Trite sounding, I know.

But you see, I have a slight...well, a personal problem I would like taken care of as soon as possible, and as quietly as possible.

Can we...can we go somewhere more private to discuss matters?

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OOC: This leads to the ARP "Heirloom".
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You stay in the inn for what feels like months (time flies...) and once spring finally comes, so too come the caravan masters looking for riders to guard their wares and wagons as they trek north and south from the city.

Two in particular catch your attention.

One is a foul-mouthed dwarf with a braided beard and rings on every one of his stubby fingers.

He is Dalgrum Arncast and he is heading south into Amn and is looking to hire a team, giving free mounts and supplies to those who sign up.  He is hauling metalwares and basic goods to the war-torn land.

Dalgrum Arncast:




The other is a more refined (though that says little) human of middle years who is heading north to Silverymoon.  Accompanying him into the inn is his second-in-command, a wizard of imperious bearing.

The caravan master is called Erik and he wizard is named Rendell.

While they do not offer to let you keep the horses you will ride on their trip, the do offer to put you up for a ten day after the trip in a fine inn in Silverymoon and the items they are hauling - woods, spices, and dried fish - are of less interest to thieves and raiders than those hauled by Dalgrum.

Erik:



Rendell:



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OOC: This leads to the ARP "Caravan Guards".

You pick which caravan to travel with.

OOC:

No, all these potential employers don't enter the inn at the same time.

Matter of fact, "Caravan Guards", "Heirloom", "Rescue and Escape" and "New Dawn" all take place in the spring after the long hard winter in Waterdeep.

Only "The Cloaked Ones" takes place during the winter.

Vote over in the OOC thread.

RP as you like here with any of the NPCs I have introduced here for more hints about the adventures, but you'll get mainly what is already over in the ARPs thread.

Investigation can take place, too, with appropriate skill checks when you go in and around the city to find out more details, if you like.

And the young lad at your table can come with you on any of the adventures, or he can well go off to find his fame and fortune on another adventure all his own.