Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon.   Posted by Narrator.Group: 0
Narrator
 GM, 39 posts
 Teller of Tales
Wed 25 Feb 2015
at 20:11
Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Holding the small scroll in your hands, you realize that you have finally reached the end of your journey. ”Services needed for an adventure into the unknown. Standard employment terms apply.  Meet at the Dragon’s Flagon in Dunsford on the 8th of Tarsakh. ~Tolfdir it read.

Tolfdir, he had always been a respectable employer. A kindly, old wizard more interested in dusty tomes, trinkets, and artifacts of ancient cultures rather than the coin that was often recovered on his undertakings.

So you had made your way to Dunsford; a small, isolated town of some 500 souls that supplies the kingdom with timber, farm goods, furs, slate and tin. Situated on one of the great lakes, where the Kilian and Taran’s Run emptied their waters into the rocky depths, the town is surrounded on three sides, by the rocky, wooded hills of the Tangled Wood. It is a hard, frontier place.

With the sky darkening as the sun sets, you place the paper in a pocket and slip inside the door of the tavern; eager to escape the biting wind and shake off the cold. Although well past the awakening of Spring these lands seemed to be experiencing a lingering winter.

The hearth blazing in the background and the voices and laughter of the occupants creates a welcoming scene to relax after your journey. However, the common room of the tavern is already teeming with villagers and workers from the nearby fields and forest. You take a moment to look over the crowd for a spot to rest your weary feet and fill your rumbling belly with a hot meal.

The proprietor, a rotund, balding man with an elaborate mustache, takes notice of you as an outsider and approaches. After a few brief words are exchanged, his eyebrows raise above widened eyes and his mouth breaks into a large smile. He leads you past the crowded bar and down a hallway to a closed door. Opening it, he directs you inside to a well-sized private room with its own roaring fire and a large table occupying the center. A young, pretty serving maid greets you with a grin as she continues to set the table with plates of fresh cheeses, meats, bread and dried fruit, along with pitchers of water, wine, and ale.

”If you need anything, be sure to let Lyla know, she’ll be happy to help,” the jolly, old man advises. ”Your host should be arriving anytime now.”
Dalscyr Nettlewill
 player, 8 posts
Thu 26 Feb 2015
at 15:42
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Seeing the spread of hearty fare spread before him on the table made the journey worth the trouble it had been. The thin halfling had run into an old friend who happened to be the leader of a bandit gang, and had needed to resort to some very fast talking and trickery to escape having to "pay-up" some old debts which were now long past due. The smells of the food took his mind immediately away from all of that as he cast an appraising eye across the table.

"Yes, thank you my good man, this should all do nicely... for a start." He gave the serving wench a wink, plopped his pack under a chair near the wall, and pushed a half-dozen pies off of a wooden serving tray. This he used to lay across the arms of a chair for added height and then he seated himself before a well-earned feast. Even if he turned down this job (which he couldn't think as of yet why he should) at least he'd leave with a very full belly.

The rate with which he began to put away the breads, meats, cheeses and other grub was astonishing. Though thinner than many of his folk, the little halfling could hold his own in any challenge of eating. He drained a tankard of cider and attacked a pile of potatoes, nearly without taking a breath.

After a bit, the heat of the fire and the quantity of steaming food in his belly had him feeling warm enough to shed his dark and mottled cloak. It was difficult to describe the color of the garment, for it had varying hues that the halfling would exuberantly explain was crafted by an elven crime boss so that his men could blend into any background, be it a forest glade or a dirty alleyway. His clothing and gear were all very well cared for, the leathers were oiled, the stitching was tight, and even though he'd just spent a time on the road travelling, they were considerably clean. He had dark hair and exaggerated features. His eyes were both sharp and mischievous.

Life was good for Dalscyr Nettlewill at that moment. Better now than it had been in a while... it was a good start to the next chapter in his career.
Calaron Brasson
 player, 21 posts
 Got skills got work?
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Thu 26 Feb 2015
at 17:58
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Having just recently celebrated his 100th birthday and his passage into adulthood Calaron left his homeland in a typical journey of passage into adulthood. This was still a common practice for a number of elves. As luck would have it he came upon the small town of Dunsford where a young human lad handed him a scroll and promptly departed. Unsure what it was about he read the scroll quickly which contained a message regarding a job for adventurers. It sounded intriguing enough so Calaron made his way to the Dragon’s Flagon.

Thanking the proprietor, he makes his way into the private room. Noting the attractive serving girl with a slight brief smile and another adventurer giving him a slight nod of acknowledgement. Cal finds a comfortable place to sit, preferably one with a wall to his back. Otherwise he chooses one where he can easily see any who enter or exit through the door.
Dalscyr Nettlewill
 player, 9 posts
Thu 26 Feb 2015
at 18:59
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
The halfling smiled outwardly, but groaned inwardly as the door opened and an elfish-looking adventurer strode into the room. The spread had been delicious so far and it was his fear that more would arrive and stake out their fair share. Dalscyr sighed and murmured to himself, "Well at least elves don't eat too terribly much... not like dwarves, so that's good."

Nevertheless, this halfling was a friendly sort, even to those who might compete for his meal. He saluted the newcomer with a sausage link and introduced himself grandly, "Dalscyr Nettlewill! Help... er... help yourself to a bit of supper! I was told our dear old Tolfdir would be arriving soon." Oh how proper manners could be painful at times!
Aleric Pendrake
 player, 3 posts
Thu 26 Feb 2015
at 19:25
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Aleric walked into the tavern rubbing his hands briskly together trying to warm them from the cold outside. He hesitated briefly to allow his eyesight to adjust and quickly closed the door. He reached into his pocket once again to ensure that the parchment scroll was still there. He seemed to be at ease as he entered the tavern and glanced around. This tavern was not unlike the one in the hamlet he had left. He stretched his back as he passed the hearth to allow the warmth of the fire to envelope his body. As the barkeep guided him to the private room he bowed before the serving girl. He seemed somewhat surprised to be invited to such an affair and looked at the table before him. He also stopped to see that he was not alone. He removed the open-faced conical helm and placed it off the side. He was surprised for the briefest of moments but hoped he had recovered quickly as he did not want to appear rude. He had never seen an Elf or a Halfling before but also bowed to both of them as well.

"Greetings fair people. I am honored to meet thy acquaintance. I am Aleric Pendrake and am new here."
Devon
 player, 10 posts
Thu 26 Feb 2015
at 21:45
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
As the other's were catching up or getting ot know each other, a tall man came in he had black hair and a trimmed beard, and dark colored eyes. His attire spoke of a man used to combat in one weay or the other. He looked around and approch the others. "I'm assuming our host is not here yet." He simply stated in a matter of fact tone.
Aleric Pendrake
 player, 4 posts
Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 00:59
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Aleric turned and nodded towards the newcomer. "Welcome good sir and well met. Come pray and take your ease. It seems that we have been summoned for some reason."

Aleric turned back to watch the ravenous Dalscyr consume the food before him. Shaking his head in disbelief there was a hint of a smile. He had heard of the appetite of the Halfling folk. Everything was new to Aleric. He had never left the hamlet before and now here he was in another town. Truth be told, his hamlet was more of a thorp it was so small. The eagerness and curiosity was clear on the youth.

He poured himself a small glass of wine and then he spoke to the others. "While we have time tell me what brings you to this town?"
Calaron Brasson
 player, 22 posts
 Got skills got work?
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Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 01:59
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Cal stands smoothly and with purpose. He grabs everyone's attention briefly surveying the room with his eyes and simply says "I am Calaron Brasson but you may call me Cal if you wish." Seemingly out of nowhere from his vestments emerges a scroll. "I too have received a scroll and I am intrigued to see what will be offered. I am trained in the use of the bow, sword and some magic." With that he nods satisfied that he has provided what he believed to be ample information for the time being, grabs some bread and cheese and sits gently back down.

Cal is a young elf having just reached adulthood with amber eyes and silver hair. He appears to be fairly athletic and outfitted as a typical adventurer with perhaps a slight focus in outdoorsman/ranger attire. Elves tend to favor somewhat lighter armor though Cal is wearing splint. Single handed melee weapons are quite common and a bow of some kind is almost always with any elf who isn't a pure caster. They take pride in their bows and often decorate and inscribe them with reminders of their accomplishments. Cal is wearing splint armor and carries a long bow, long sword, short sword, and morning star. He drops a large leather backpack next to the chair he sits in.


EDIT: Added some additional equipment details.

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Aleric Pendrake
 player, 5 posts
Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 02:46
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Aleric looks at Cal and the others and then turns back and speaks. "As noted my name is Aleric. I am a Paladin in the order of Palanth. I am learning to follow in his path. There are many injustices in this land and I hope to assist those in need and to bring justice to those that seek it. However, I am of modest means and if perhaps ...."

He tilted his head slightly and burrowed his eyebrows in thought then continued. "Find meager resources in this adventure which hopefull  allow me to provide further follow that path and to provide assistance that require it."

This message was last edited by the player at 11:51, Fri 27 Feb 2015.

Anselm Greenwater
 player, 10 posts
Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 05:45
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
A large and armored young man shoulders his way into the private room with a crash, bearing somehow in only two hands his own tankard of ale and two wide platters of food, held at a precarious slant. Lyla's behind him somewhere, insisting that she's happy to carry the trays, and in fact it's what she's paid to do, but Anselm does insist.

The young man smiles apologetically to those already here, realizing he's interrupted introductions, and he looks around at all the strange faces and slowly concludes that Tolfdir has not yet arrived.

Reaching down slowly to set a tipping platter onto the table, a look of concern crosses his face. "Today is the 8th, is it not? Fairly certain I'm in the right place. Are you all here to see Tolfdir? Am I too late?"

The fellow grabs a chair, turns it around backwards, shrugs off his pack and shield, and takes a seat heavily next to the little halfing. He takes a large gulp of ale and starts picking at the foods before him, starting with the meat and cheese, with more gusto than perhaps Nettlewill appreciates. Eventually, the fellow gets around to introducing himself, between mouthfuls, as Anselm Greenwater.
Dalscyr Nettlewill
 player, 10 posts
Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 15:33
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Poor Dalscyr. His heart sank as more and more walked through the door. Of course he'd known this was likely to happen, such feasts were like piles of breadcrumbs on the floor... they always drew ants. He began a preemptive filling of his plate in anticipation of an inevitable shortage. It was rude of course to talk with a full mouth, so he motioned meaningfully at the lovely Lyla and gave her a plaintive look of alarm!

"Pleased... yes, do help yourself... mind the gravy... Pendrake? Is that draconic? You certainly don't look dragony..." He deftly stuffed a handful of biscuits into a pouch as a tall, dark-haired man entered... He groaned. The taller ones were often the worst. Where do they put it all?

The halfling reached for a plate much diminished in its quantity of baked carrots and simply appropriated it for his cause. Placing it next to his own, he began to pile it high as well. "Cal, well met... oh dear! D-don't take all the apples! What do those marks on your bow mean?"

Then a metal-clad monster strode in, and Dalscyr's heart sank. But wait! He noticed that this one had brought in his own plates of food and a mug! He sat down near the halfling and Dalscyr put forth a small, mustard-smeared hand to make the man's acquaintance and commend him on his thoughtfulness. "Nettlewill Greenwater, quite proper of you to bring your own food, as you can see, pickings are getting a little slim. Oh! I was told dear old Tolfdir will be along shortly... Pass the asparagus?" He winced as he politely waited for the dish from the man beside him. The halfling's belly was already beginning to bulge from his indulgence.

"Bother it all, introductions should come after the meal... I'll have to mention that to someone... much more efficient that way..." he mumbled to himself as he again attacked his plates with fervor.
Adalwulf
 player, 5 posts
 Human Barbarian
Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 19:30
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
More comfortable in the wild, Adalwulf nods to the others as he enters the private room. Though slightly shorter than the average man, his well muscled frame give an indication of strength. With dark hair and cold eyes, he is dressed in worn leather armor and armed with a pair of mismatched blades.

After nodding to the others he grabs a mug of ale and takes a place by the fire. After a long swig, he introduces himself as, "Adalwulf."
Aleric Pendrake
 player, 6 posts
Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 19:35
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
Aleric continues to grin. "No, I am no dragon. Not that I am aware of anyway."

He nodded towards Anselm and Adalwulf as they entered and then realizing that he was the only one standing he finally pulled a chair closer to the table and sat. He adusted the straps of the scale mail as he continued to eat.

"So what do you think that Tolfdir has in mind?" He asked to no one in particular.
Dalscyr Nettlewill
 player, 11 posts
Fri 27 Feb 2015
at 21:02
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
"Gah!" Dalscyr could not help himself but to exclaim when the muscle-bound Adalwulf entered the room. Instinctively he began to harvest anything on the table that had meat in it and contain it all within a small barricade made of stacked sausages. Where has that Lyla gotten off to?

I'll sure say this lot looks much better able to handle themselves than that last bunch I was with! Not sure what Tolfdir was thinking hiring those amateurs... The halfling once again brandished his fork in one hand and a knife in the other - human-sized tools which he could have used as weapons! His greedy gut rumbled ominously as the supply of food continued to disappear into Dalscyr's mouth. Somehow during all that eating and drinking, he found time to smile and continually chatter to himself and the others.

"Aha! I was right! Not dragony at all. Me neither. Not even..." he snuck in a quick bite of bread, "...a little! Tolfdir? Who could say? Kindly ol'chap ya gotta admit, helped me get my feet under me when I gave up my career as a highwayman. Since then he's kept me busy off and on, outa trouble when I started looking bored. He's probably got some mushroom or magical pair of socks he wants us to look for..."

Dalscyr paused a moment in thought. I wonder what magic socks might do?
Devon
 player, 11 posts
Sat 28 Feb 2015
at 12:01
Re: Prologue: The Dragon's Flagon
"I'm Devon Fitzharold." The taller man stated leaning a bit on his chair, looking around, his mace handle scrapping the  floor. "I Used to be a soldier further up north from here, and now mostly working on my own account." He added.

"I wonder what the old wizard want now and why he chose us specifically." He asked once more looking at the crowd at the table.