OnceUponAnAxe
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Post by OnceUponAnAxe on Jan 30, 2020 16:34:59 GMT -8
The hall is stark with all chairs and tables pushed into the corners. A lone podium stands at one end. Two figures stand at the podium. A small group of men dressed as proper guards man stand just to the left of the podium. Each has a different colored horse hair plume over his head. You tally off Green, Red, Yellow, Purple, and Blue. The room is humming with murmurs and whispers. Listening about let’s you all know that these two men command much respect from those gathered here. Gar Saru is the large man. The whispers mention Rasheman, ogres, and an axe to beat all axes. The other is apparently the Chief Constable Rolf Sunny Sunriver. He is apparently something of a dashing hero. Too many quick tales drift through the air for anyone to latch on to anything in particular; but dragons, Orcs, and Undermountain float our with his name more than once. ———— If anyone has local history or knowledge, feel free to check if you like.
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Jan 30, 2020 17:10:01 GMT -8
"Ut, Giantdestroyer?" Barlemus asks in surprise and awe. "Wow, what a great name. How many giants have you destroyed?" he asks. "I've never seen one before. Are they really a hundred feet tall?" Tagon shrugs "Can't rightfully say it's my claname I inherited it my grandad he was the giant destroyer, and his father before him if stories are true say he and his clan took down a group of mountain giants." the dwarf hushes up once in the hall.
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Post by Kvard51 on Jan 31, 2020 12:26:05 GMT -8
Nobanion follows his new companions into the hall. His eyes go a bit wide when he sees Gar Saru and "Sunny" Sunriver, minor celebrities here in Waterdeep. {Local Knowledge KOz0WYmULocal History 1d20} He keeps his gaze on the podium, as he is sure whatever is about to happen will happen there. Local History 1d20
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Post by Margrave on Jan 31, 2020 13:18:21 GMT -8
Q'uan recognizes the chief of the docks and wonders if he will continue to work there or if other orders will be given. He enjoys the patience of waiting as he listens to the others in the sea of voices.
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Post by Daos on Jan 31, 2020 16:21:26 GMT -8
"Can't rightfully say it's my claname I inherited it my grandad he was the giant destroyer, and his father before him if stories are true say he and his clan took down a group of mountain giants." "Ut," Barlemus mutters in disappointment. He clearly had hoped to hear tales of giant slaying. Instead, he turns his focus to the two men at the podiums. "Hey, who are those fellows?" he asks in a whisper to the rest of his group. "They look all important like."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Jan 31, 2020 17:59:28 GMT -8
Tagon holds a finger to his lips and then points to the men and makes a hand gesture for listen.
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Post by OnceUponAnAxe on Feb 1, 2020 13:05:36 GMT -8
”Stand ready for inspection." Gar Saru’s voice nearly shakes the walls, and the Chief Constable winces and gestures to his ear in mock irritation towards the louder man.
There is a bit of jostling as the two make their way forward towards the assembled groups. And begin their inspections. The two older men walk along and inspect each persons weapons and wardrobe. Sunny smiles and talks among the new recruits. Gar follows a step behind, his face almost expressionless As he chomps his wad of tobacco. At one group they stop and talk for a moment. There seems to be a small verbal disagreement between Sunny and what appears to be the leader of this group. Sunny shakes his head, and a three small boys turn and walk from the hall. ’Too young’ you hear murmured through the recruits.
A second group is sent home entirely. These move away more slowly, and you can see that the weight of many years pressed down on the group as it dispersed. ‘Too old’
They pause again, this group seemingly made completely of female dwarves. An interesting group, they’re arms and armor seem a little off, but they past muster and Sunny and Gar step away again. After several minutes yours is the only group left.
The two approach your group. Sunny smiles, nods, and carefully looks you over.
He asks you each your names, your chosen profession, and to see any gear or weapons you’ve brought with you.
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Post by Daos on Feb 1, 2020 16:16:54 GMT -8
"Ut, I'm Barlemus Wharfman, nice to meetcha," he begins. "I'm from Torros. You've probably never heard of it; most people haven't. It's kind of small, but it's on the Sword Coast. Lots of fishermen there, like my ma and pop and my little sister. Never cared for fishin' myself, though. Anyway, this here is my spear. I call it my gobbo-sticker, because I use it to stick gobbos. Ut, I mean goblins. Sorry, that's what we call 'em back home. This spear belonged to my pop. He used it for spearin' fish in shallow waters, though. Oh, and this is my club. I got it from my ma. She used it to club fish so they'd stop floppin' all over the place after you caught 'em, see. And I got some small axes, too. My family used 'em to chop up the fish after they were caught and clubbed. Oh! And this here," he adds, knocking on his shield, "is my shield and my armor. I got them from my master, who trained me to fight and all. He wasn't from Torros, see, he was an outsider from here. Waterdeep, I mean. But he had seen a lot of stuff and fought a lot of battles, so he trained me," he rambles.
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Post by Justin Tyme on Feb 1, 2020 18:11:10 GMT -8
The halfling bows with a flourish, "Dirk Perfect is my name, and dancing with daggers is my fame." At this, Dirk produces twin blades from behind his back and begins by showing a marvelous weapons display. It is nearly impossible to follow the blades that whirl about the halfling as he tumbles and eventually lands in a battle stance. "Although none have gotten past my defenses, I wear these leathers for style and protection."
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Post by Margrave on Feb 2, 2020 8:27:32 GMT -8
The elf watches the halfling's impressive display of athleticism and wieldsmanship. When Dirk is finished, he steps forward and bows deeply again and remains in this pose - holding his bow before him with outstretched arms, "Q'uan Kaenkaze. My bow and spells are yours to command."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Feb 2, 2020 14:12:18 GMT -8
Tagon presents his weapons "Tagon Giantdestroyer, manhunter by profession. Carrying a sap, stiletto dagger, cutlass, wearing full leather armor, carrying a medium shield and light crossbow. Carrying the following in my pack, a bolt case containing 20 bolts for my crossbow, a week's worth of Dry rations, Flint and steel, Rope, silk 50 feet in length, lock picks, 3 torches, a Wineskin and my spending coin." he salutes and remains silent unless spoken to again.
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Post by Kvard51 on Feb 4, 2020 16:04:34 GMT -8
Nobanion lays his shield, warhammer, and footman's mace out before him. His armor is brightly polished. All of his gear appears well cared for, in fact. A small whistle and the gold coin holy symbol of Waukeen hang on a chain around his neck.
"Nobanion Black, sirs. Born and orphaned right here in Waterdeep, and now a humble servant of The Coinmaiden."
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Post by OnceUponAnAxe on Feb 4, 2020 18:41:03 GMT -8
Daos“Yes I see, keep that gobbo sticker close. I don’t reckon you’ll see to many of those in streets tonight, but Vagrants and Ruffians a plenty will certainly be about. On second thought, maybe that club will be your most effective way to keep some peace...only crack the skulls you need too!” He chuckles at his own joke and looks to the armor. “What was your masters name?” Gar Saru runs his thumb down the blade of the axe. ”We get lots of fishers sons and farm boys, none ever come with armor and chain. This master of yours must have liked you quite a bit.” Justin Tyme”Well now, that was quite a bit of fancy dancing my Halfling friend. What did you think of that Gar? I figure our little bravo here will be a good fit, eh?” He turns to the larger man and jerks his thumb towards you. Gar Saru eyes you with something...disdain, confusion, joy, delight. You get the distinct feeling his face shares the same hint of a smile all the time and never really changes. “He’ll certainly be able to keep the small folk in line with a show of force like that. Might be a mugger gets the better of him, will see.” Margrave”We get all kinds through the port here, but I’ve never seen one dressed like you. Where do you come from friend and can you do spells and bow together...a spellbow, eldritch bowman, Mystic Shooter, Arcane Archer...that’s the one, you one of those?” He seems genuinely interested and intrigued by the possibility. Gar Saru rolls his eyes. GreyWolfVT”A proper manhunter? I feel I’ve seen you before Giantdestroyer, how many patrols is this for you now? Three or four? What happened to the lot you came through with before? They seemed decent sorts.” He gesture for your cutlass and takes a few practice swings and a small flourish. “Strange to see a dwarf with one of these, bet there’s a story to share about this one, eh?” ”You do some work at sea? That’s a sailors cleaver, isn’t it?” Gar Saru rattles off his question right behind the commanders. Kvard51”A priest of the Coinmaiden. I thought your order was dying out, good to see some Goldeyes still make their way in faith. You have some fine pieces of gear here. We haven’t had a proper priest on roster in some time. I pray you do well tonight.” Gar Saru chuckles hard in his chest. “We haven’t had a priest because something ate the last one on his Mausoleum patrol. Nasty bit that.” ————— Feel free to continue conversation with the commander if you desire. If you do not, post in the OOC for us to move on.
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Feb 4, 2020 19:05:53 GMT -8
Tagon replies back "This'd be my third last group eh well you know mercenaries they don't stick around long, funny about that there learned how to use one by a pirate hunter. Been a fond weapon of choice for me, heard it's taken down a few pirates before I inherited it." he finishes looking at the cutlass.
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Post by Justin Tyme on Feb 5, 2020 8:24:05 GMT -8
Dirk smiles and bows. "Aye. Tall folk would be best to not cross blades, either."
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