Town: Haven.   Posted by Author.Group: 0
Author
 GM, 2 posts
 Narration
Sat 17 Jan 2015
at 23:14
Town: Haven
     One of those new-agey settlements that seem to have sprung up like weeds in the few years of lost contact between the empire and its colonies, Haven boasts an unremarkability that is in itself somehow surprising. It's bland, it's generic, and there's little to it's name other than that it is the first rest stop past the treacherous paths through the mountains. The town is lively what with all the new people coming through the mountain passes, but it can be assumed that when all is said and done this tiny town in the mountains' shadows will be left cold and dark yet again, as it must have been for those years it was lost.
     Nathar's acolytes hold many sermons in the wake of the great quakes that opened the rifts through the mountains, and they have grown quite a following at their church in Haven. Their influence is seen in many of the color choices surrounding garb and art adorning public spaces.
     On weekends when the sun shines overhead high and crisp down through the mountain air, bright market stalls crowd all the streets creating a tented canopy of multicolored dappled light and wafting fumes to tempt travelers and townspeople alike out of their hard-earned coin.
     In the evenings, in the dusky cool of the foothills, men and women alike drink and make merry at the famous stopping point in Haven, where legend has it a group of powerfully drunken brutes, with only liquid luck to back them up, drove off a small Wyrm. I speak of course, of the legendary tavern: Wyrm's Retreat. It is here we find our party, not of outcasts or misfits, but of heroes, whom destiny saw fit to bring together to prevent, yet another, end of the world.

This message was last edited by the GM at 05:01, Wed 28 Jan 2015.

Rogue
 PC, 4 posts
Fri 6 Mar 2015
at 22:08
Re: Town: Haven
The Rogue walks into the tavern with his hood up, face mask on and with his normal attire of a trench coat with a hood attached, black pants, gray shirt, and what looks to be a black leather vest(it is). He goes straight over to the counter and orders himself a cold beverage, which he took with him to go sit in a corner somewhere, where he can see everyone and still remain away from them as well. Once seated, he lowers his face mask and sips the cold liquid as he waits.

This message was last edited by the player at 22:12, Fri 06 Mar 2015.

Mage
 PC, 1 post
Fri 6 Mar 2015
at 22:13
Re: Town: Haven
Mage strolls in grinning. He speaks for a moment to the hooded figure just behind him, "No pyrotechnics in here, agreed?" She nods. "Well then, let's see who all shows up for this mess of an adventure."

He glances around, but fails to notice anything out of the ordinary.

"Hopefully Bard shows up soon. He's always good for getting free drinks." Mage pulls up a pair of chairs and sits at a table with his feet up.
Bard
 PC, 1 post
Sat 7 Mar 2015
at 04:30
Re: Town: Haven
The soft twang of a ukulele outside herald his arrival just a few minutes later and Bard strolls into the tavern instantly drawing the attention of everyone in the bar with his playing and singing. Sadly there wasn't much to look at as the only thing he was wearing, besides the smile on his face, was a banana hammock. Apparently he woke up late and decided to forgo putting on his normal attire in order to save time getting ready to meet with his friends (and warrior)in Haven. Of course, finding ways to set mage on edge are always a great plus.

His eyes fall on rogue and mage, and calls out to them

"Hello there scrubs. Rouge, mind explaining you still don't have the decency to even say hi to mage when they've taken the time to pull up all these wonderful seats for us? What a stiff."

This message was last edited by the player at 08:40, Sat 07 Mar 2015.

Monk
 PC, 1 post
Sat 7 Mar 2015
at 08:49
Re: Town: Haven
"Oh, put that thing away Bard.  I'm sure everyone who cares is going to get a chance to see it up close and personal later tonight."  Strolling in not far behind the music man was the groups Unarmed Specialist and resident therapist.  "Oh, and put some clothes on while you're at it."

She doesn't pause in entering the bar, walking right past Bard to take a seat next to Rogue and pulls and apple from somewhere in the paradoxically flowing, tight fitting outfit she typically wears.
Bard
 PC, 2 posts
Sat 7 Mar 2015
at 09:03
Re: Town: Haven
"I'll grab my clothes when we leave thanks, it's not every day you get to walk around in a hammock, and it only feels right with a ukulele." He states firmly, then smiles. "Besides, I know all of these wonderful ladies like what they see. Oh, by the way - remind me to buy a new accordion. Some pricks the next town over started a fight in the middle of the street and ended up breaking mine while I was passing through. I returned the favour of course, since now none of them have legs, but I feel lost without an accordion..."
Hunter
 PC, 3 posts
Sat 7 Mar 2015
at 09:53
Re: Town: Haven
The Hunter was next to enter the bar, a slow entry somehow, drawing out the process of crossing the boundary that was the door.  While his stride did not actually slow, he made the moment of that step take a small eternity, looking at every person in the room without actually looking at any of them, his almost gaze sending a chill down the spine of all the regular patrons and half the bar staff.  In that endless second he counted weapons, both plainly visible and hidden.  He measured threats, he tallied people and noted who was holding hostility and who was just there to drink.  And on the few who he judged were likely to be trouble, his his not-stare solidified and the threat he focused on them was enough to convince any tavern roughian think twice before acting up while he was there.

His foot touched the ground, and time, having never stopped, went ahead and resumed anyway.  With a quick non-flourish he whipped his cloak onto The Bards shoulders as he stepped past, pulling out a chair for himself and The Bard at the table The Mage had apparently chosen for them.  A single finger in the air indicates to the bartender that he wants a drink, and soon.  The four that follow let the same man know he's ordering for a group, and the drinks better be at the table before their soon to be owners.  Finally raising his eyes, he looks directly at The Mage, wordlessly asking why the heck they are here.

This message was last edited by the player at 09:53, Sat 07 Mar 2015.

Mage
 PC, 2 posts
Sat 7 Mar 2015
at 23:07
Re: Town: Haven
Mage drops his hands to the table and steeples his fingers, "In good time I assure you my friends, all will be made clear. Our ranks will be filled soon, and our time draws near..." He pulls a golden scroll from his sleeve. "A pity we can't sell this... It's worth far more than its weight in gold, but it is our... Entry ticket so to speak. And that's all I'll say on the matter until at least Cleric has arrived."

He nods as he slips the scroll back into his sleeve. Glancing through the bar to see who all noticed the trinket.
Bard
 PC, 3 posts
Sun 8 Mar 2015
at 00:40
Re: Town: Haven
"Entry ticket? Where's the party? I intend to be there, I've gotta meet this man known as Mista Stealyogurl and apparently he frequents them a lot, especially when booze is involved."
Cleric
 PC, 1 post
Sun 8 Mar 2015
at 03:42
Re: Town: Haven
Two figures walk along the dirt road between small dwellings and merchant stands peddling their wares.

One of them, a small man of middling age clothed in a simple brown robe.

The other, a tall; well built bald man clad in studded leather with a lucerne hammer hanging off his back.

The smaller man makes wild gestures with his arms as he exclaimed "You Sir! It is you who is doing this! You and people like you!"

The smaller man attempts to get in the way of the other man but his attempts are futile as the other man merely side steps and keeps walking without a single word.

The smaller man continues, "Do you not see what you are doing?! The God of the Earth does not tolerate those who do not believe in anything but himself! It's because of you that the world shakes with his wrath!."

The tall man pays no attention to the smaller man's rambling and accusations.

But yet, the smaller man continues as they both approach a tavern called the "Wyrm's Retreat".

"How can you be so blind as to your folly?! You are responsible for the deaths of men, women and children; families!"

The taller man stops halfway through the doorway of the tavern before turning around, grasping his necklace in one hand.

He holds it in front of the smaller man's face; attached to the necklace is an iron fist clutching a single lightning bolt.

He says in a calm but assertive voice, "This is the sacred icon of my faith. Not you, not Nathar or any other God save for Heironeous himself is going to change that."

He continues, "I understand how you feel, but-". He begins to jab the smaller man's torso with two fingers for emphasis, the smaller man begins stepping back.

"You have no right to accuse me; a follower, a protector, a fellow man whose sole interest is the safety and well being of everything good and decent in this world; that I am responsible for these catastrophes."

Before the smaller man can begin ranting again, the taller man interrupts.

"Now go about your business. I am sure you have far more important things to do than yelling at some stranger."

The taller man turns away and walks into the tavern as he straightens himself out, finding his colleagues.

"Greetings comrades, companions-" He stops, looking at the hooded and cloaked man. "You."
Warrior
 player, 1 post
Sun 8 Mar 2015
at 06:58
Re: Town: Haven
The warrior enters the tavern, glancing around and getting a feel of her surroundings. A few men glanced twice at her, not expecting her positive looks. She put away her sword in the scabbard, walking towards the bar. She called for a drink, and the bartender slid her a mug of some sort of brew. As she drank from her mug, she heard a faint melody being played. Recognizing the music, she turned around and recognized the bard with a group of people she also recognized, and hopped off her stool to go sit with the group.
"Hey Bard. Hey, everyone." She pulled up a chair next to Bard, readjusting her sword so she could sit comfortably. "Um. Nice banana hammock?"
Archer
 PC, 1 post
Tue 10 Mar 2015
at 00:46
Re: Town: Haven
Loud bangs can be heard coming from the door, as the handle is wiggling about. Finally the door opens. A man dressed in fine leathers and silk. He stumbles into the room in line that couldn't be straight. He finally maneuvers his way over to the table and takes a seat. He slouched back in his chair and an arrow falls out of his quiver. With the scent of alcohol on his breath he raises his hand for another ale. "So why are we gathered here? There's other taverns with better alcohol."

This message was last edited by the GM at 07:46, Fri 23 Oct 2015.

Author
 GM, 8 posts
 Narration
Tue 10 Mar 2015
at 01:10
Re: Town: Haven
Mage glances around the table and proceeds to draw out the golden scroll again. "Welcome, it's good to see you all again. I know we didn't part on the best of terms last we spoke my friends, but our calling is here again." He intones as he looks at each in turn. "This scroll was given to me by a blind prophet who said it was an open invitation from the heavens, and if they're asking me for help, then they're obviously desperate. I suspect I'm not the only one of us who has received such an item though?" He glances at Monk and Cleric in an inquisitorial manner. Cleric alone responds in the affirmative. Mage bows his head. "They've sent out a quest. It's simple enough. Follow a to do list written in a forgotten language before a timer that we can't measure runs out. All so that they can continue living their stolen eternities in their gilded thrones of worship and praise... But I'm being less than graceful... I've already accepted you see, and I wish for the rest of you to accompany me if you're all willing?" He places the scroll on the table face up for all to see the inscrutable writing on it's inner surface.

A dagger whizzes through the air, snatched by a quick movement from Rogue right as it's about to impale itself in the center of the holy document. "Not quite fast enough yet." A quiet sinister voice seems to creep from the shadowy void where moments before there was a lively tavern scene. In the moments during Mage's speech a group entered the bar and brought with them a deathly silence. "Looks like we still have competition then..." A thin man, who would be tall if not for the permanent hunch in his back speaks, wringing his hands, stained and smudged black as the sleeves of his tan robes. His greasy hair falls in thinning locks around his rat-like face and his yellowed nails match the color of his eyes and teeth as he chews absentmindedly on a feather quill. The softer voice belonged to a female bedecked in all black, shuffling three more knives in absolute silence. Behind them both stands a hulking brute of a creature looking more like stone than living flesh if not for the blood dripping from what look like self-inflicted whippings.

"Ah. Scribe, Thief, and Barbarian. I'm sure you've got something better to do than bother us?" Mage intones cheerfully with fire glinting in his pupils.

Scribe laughs in a jittery and crazy fashion. "Of course! We're off to see about the same thing you are, getting one of these-" he pulls out his own golden scroll, covered in black smudged fingerprints, "translated."

"Well then-" Anything Mage is about to say is cut off by more high pitched cackling as all three exit the tavern. "Let's get this dealt with before I burn this city down." Mage speaks with a darkening expression.
Rogue
 PC, 5 posts
Tue 10 Mar 2015
at 01:26
Re: Town: Haven
The Rogue examines the dagger before smirking and stores it away somewhere for him to use later. Afterward, he turns around to grab his drink, a chair and joins the group at the table. He takes a good swig of the alcohol before leaning back a bit in his seat. "Well, that was...something." He takes a look around and takes another swig.
Cleric
 PC, 2 posts
Tue 10 Mar 2015
at 01:33
Re: Town: Haven
The Cleric can see the Mage's frustration and he raises his hands motioning the Mage to stay seated, "Alright wizard, calm down. No need to be upset... yet." The Cleric pulls out a chair and sits across the table from the Mage. "I am not fond of asking you this, but what is your plan?" The Cleric waves a waitress over for a drink and tips her for the full price of the drink.
Mage
 PC, 3 posts
Tue 10 Mar 2015
at 01:39
Re: Town: Haven
"You're right. You're right. So far? The plan is to find someone in town who can translate this. There's a reason I asked to meet here in Haven." Mage points at the group at large. "I'm hoping one of you," he looks suggestively at hunter, bard, and archer, "Can find the person in this town who knows how to translate this divine... gibberish. From what little I can actually read, it says something about cultists and death." He shrugs. Translating has never been any of the party members' specialty.
Hunter
 PC, 4 posts
Tue 10 Mar 2015
at 10:51
Re: Town: Haven
While it was clearly well outside his range of knowledge to read something written by the gods, any gods, the writing itself was merely marks on fancy paper, and The Hunter was pretty good at paper. He pulled a scroll case from one of the many pockets he wore and some coal from another and quickly copied a selection of the divine text from the top of the page.
"Find someone to read this then? I'm sure you wouldn't be asking if it was easy, and if Cleric hasn't translated it already then there's probably no point in checking the temple district. I'll see what I can find."
With a target in mind, The Hunter stood to do what he did best for the group; track down the solution to their problem. He was confident that he could find the others again if he found the answer first, and as long as he didn't leave the city they could probably have The Rogue track him down if someone else got the answer first.

This message was last edited by the GM at 02:51, Thu 12 Mar 2015.