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A tale of tales: When legends are born.

A Most Peculiar Reunion

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13/05/2014, 21:49
Dungeon master
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In which world shall we begin? 10 = Hilone

- Tiradas (1)

Tirada oculta

Motivo: World

Tirada: 1d10

Resultado: 10

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13/05/2014, 22:21
Dungeon master

This is the city of Cawic. A thriving coastal population in the Southeast region of Hilone. Almost 17000 souls, primarily humans but also from some other civilized races, inhabit here. The city, built around a stronghold of stone and iron, is a tangle of narrow streets and row buildings surrounded by a strong stone wall and several gates and towers.

The City of Cawic: (click to enlarge)

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13/05/2014, 22:43
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On Narrow Parade, south of the Adventurer's Gate, lays a not particularly remarkable Inn:

The Triumphant Harper

Its neighbors include a fancy tavern called The Maiden and Rose and a busy public square.

The inn is a large single storey timber framed building, with a reinforced wooden door and unusually high ceilings. Accomodations consist of several small rooms with wooden cots.

Innkeeper

The innkeeper is a stout male elf named Gonore. He has been stealing casks of drink from another tavern.

Menu

Vegetable Stew, Mug of Bitter (4 cp)
Stewed Shellfish and Parsnip, Tankard of Mead (7 cp)
Buckwheat Porridge, Mug of Bitter (3 cp)
Millet Porridge, Mug of Cider (4 cp)
Smoked Lamb and Dried Leek, Tankard of Mead (9 cp)
Roasted Peas, Mug of Stout (4 cp)

Patrons

Alix: Female Human Slave, Good. Alix has silver hair and brown eyes. She is steadfast and adventurous. Alix seeks a party to discover the fate of a company of explorers lost in the Telanca Bluffs.
Ander Vere: Male Human Entertainer, Good. Ander is tall and overweight, with silver hair and sharp amber eyes. He wears modest garments and a copper amulet. Ander compulsively collects small objects.
Drewis Gylley: Male Halfling Peasant, Good. Drewis is thin, with thick golden hair and dark blue eyes. He wears travel-stained clothing and carries a yew staff. Drewis seeks a party to rescue the lady Monde from the pirates of the Cerulean Sea.
Telchar: Male Dwarf Entertainer, Good. Telchar has brown hair and gray eyes, and pointed ears. He wears fine clothing and an amulet of luminous crystal. Telchar seeks to prove himself to his peers.
Etheth: Female Human Merchant, Good. Etheth is exceptionally beautiful, with tangled red hair and bright brown eyes. She wears sturdy clothing and carries a yew staff.
Wigburg: Female Human Scofflaw, Good. Wigburg is short, with brown hair and bright hazel eyes. She wears travel-stained clothing and a wide-brimmed hat. Wigburg seeks a party to hunt down and capture the notorious highwayman Adorn.
Wynnyeue: Female Human Merchant, Neutral. Wynnyeue has black hair and dark amber eyes. She wears well-made clothing and several pouches hang from her belt. Wynnyeue seeks a party to discover the fate of a company of explorers lost in the Dismal Moor.

Rumors

A stone golem has escaped from the workshop of Circe the Necromancer
The barmaid at the Scarlet Staff tried to poison one of the town guards
A caravan is expected to arrive this week, carrying pyrotechnics from the distant lands of Jinyi

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14/05/2014, 15:20
Dungeon master

On Narrow Parade, south of the Adventurer's Gate, lays a not particularly remarkable Inn:

The Triumphant Harper

Its neighbors include a fancy tavern called The Maiden and Rose and a busy public square. 

The inn is a large two stores timber framed building, with a reinforced wooden door and unusually high ceilings. 
The accommodations consist of several small rooms with wooden cots.

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14/05/2014, 21:14
Dungeon master

Couldn't tell what brought you two there. This place seemed as good as any other. Well, perhaps not 'as good' as many others, if you catch my drift. But maybe that was the reason why you choose the Triumphant Harper in the first place: Is a random, discrete, way below any expectation or ostentation, almost completely normal if it weren't because it actually it is below normal, decadent place.

And it was getting dark, with the summer sun already dancing with the haze in the horizon.

And you were tired after a full journey in the roads.

And you didn't want to look further in the maze of narrow streets and alleys that is the city of Cawen. Specially at night, when the maze can become a death trap for the unwary. Or at least, that is one of the many things you have heard about this city, since this is the first time in your life that you visit it.

Whatever the reason, or perhaps because all of them, now you are here, opening the wooden door and crossing the threshold that leads to the main hall at the Triumphant Harper...

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14/05/2014, 21:24
Dungeon master

Couldn't tell what brought you two there. This place seemed as good as any other. Well, perhaps not 'as good' as many others, if you catch my drift. But maybe that was the reason why you choose the Triumphant Harper in the first place: Is a random, discrete, way below any expectation or ostentation, almost completely normal if it weren't because it actually it is below normal, decadent place.

And it was getting dark, with the summer sun already dancing with the haze in the horizon.

And you were tired after a full journey in the roads.

And you didn't want to look further in the maze of narrow streets and alleys that is the city of Cawen. Specially at night, when the maze can become a death trap for the unwary. Or at least, that is one of the many things you have heard about this city, since this is the first time in your life that you visit it.

Whatever the reason, or perhaps because all of them, now you are here, opening the wooden door and crossing the threshold that leads to the main hall at the Triumphant Harper...

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14/05/2014, 21:25
Dungeon master

Couldn't tell what brought you there. This place seemed as good as any other. Well, perhaps not 'as good' as many others, if you catch my drift. But maybe that was the reason why you choose the Triumphant Harper in the first place: Is a random, discrete, way below any expectation or ostentation, almost completely normal if it weren't because it actually it is below normal, decadent place.

And it was getting dark, with the summer sun already dancing with the haze in the horizon.

And you were tired after a full journey in the roads.

And you didn't want to look further in the maze of narrow streets and alleys that is the city of Cawen. Specially at night, when the maze can become a death trap for the unwary. Or at least, that is one of the many things you have heard about this city, since this is the first time in your life that you visit it.

Whatever the reason, or perhaps because all of them, now you are here, opening the wooden door and crossing the threshold that leads to the main hall at the Triumphant Harper...

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14/05/2014, 21:25
Dungeon master

Couldn't tell what brought you there. This place seemed as good as any other. Well, perhaps not 'as good' as many others, if you catch my drift. But maybe that was the reason why you choose the Triumphant Harper in the first place: Is a random, discrete, way below any expectation or ostentation, almost completely normal if it weren't because it actually it is below normal, decadent place.

And it was getting dark, with the summer sun already dancing with the haze in the horizon.

And you were tired after a full journey in the roads.

And you didn't want to look further in the maze of narrow streets and alleys that is the city of Cawen. Specially at night, when the maze can become a death trap for the unwary. Or at least, that is one of the many things you have heard about this city, since this is the first time in your life that you visit it.

Whatever the reason, or perhaps because all of them, now you are here, opening the wooden door and crossing the threshold that leads to the main hall at the Triumphant Harper...

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14/05/2014, 21:26
Dungeon master

Couldn't tell what brought you there. This place seemed as good as any other. Well, perhaps not 'as good' as many others, if you catch my drift. But maybe that was the reason why you choose the Triumphant Harper in the first place: Is a random, discrete, way below any expectation or ostentation, almost completely normal if it weren't because it actually it is below normal, decadent place.

And it was getting dark, with the summer sun already dancing with the haze in the horizon.

And you were tired after a full journey in the roads.

And you didn't want to look further in the maze of narrow streets and alleys that is the city of Cawen. Specially at night, when the maze can become a death trap for the unwary. Or at least, that is one of the many things you have heard about this city, since this is the first time in your life that you visit it.

Whatever the reason, or perhaps because all of them, now you are here, opening the wooden door and crossing the threshold that leads to the main hall at the Triumphant Harper...

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14/05/2014, 21:26
Dungeon master

Couldn't tell what brought you there. This place seemed as good as any other. Well, perhaps not 'as good' as many others, if you catch my drift. But maybe that was the reason why you choose the Triumphant Harper in the first place: Is a random, discrete, way below any expectation or ostentation, almost completely normal if it weren't because it actually it is below normal, decadent place.

And it was getting dark, with the summer sun already dancing with the haze in the horizon.

And you were tired after a full journey in the roads.

And you didn't want to look further in the maze of narrow streets and alleys that is the city of Cawen. Specially at night, when the maze can become a death trap for the unwary. Or at least, that is one of the many things you have heard about this city, since this is the first time in your life that you visit it.

Whatever the reason, or perhaps because all of them, now you are here, opening the wooden door and crossing the threshold that leads to the main hall at the Triumphant Harper...

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15/05/2014, 00:29
Grimmel the Turncloak

In a soft voice, little more than a whisper, the errant knight adresses Sionnain.

Remember my little friend: when in a new place, it is always wise to keep a low profile. Or, as the poet put it, "don' go buggerin an ye won get bugged".

Well, maybe those are not words of a poet, but you cannot argue with popular wisdom.

Grimmel takes a good look at the hall. They have been traveling for long and he no longer has to look over his shoulder like a man chased by a dog. What is behind, is behind, and he is starting to think about the future. Lacking better plans, he just wants to rest a couple of days in this new city before taking the road again.

His little companion... well, Sionnain will decide for himself but the child would always be able to count on the bard. 

Long strides take Grimmel from the door to the man who keeps the place. They have barely money for one night, but that is something the man did not have to know. Surely it was inapropiate to bother the good fellow with such financial details.

A good night for you, innkeeper. I would like a place to stay for the next days. My... son and I can share a room, surely, and we have but few needs.

When Grimmel was not talking with a fake accent (which he often did) he talked in an articulate way and with a silken voice. He has the speech of a nobleman.

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15/05/2014, 00:58
Ilesys

I cross the wooden door that leads to the main hall at the Triumphant Harper, holding it open for Dwalin to come in after me. I have a look around trying to spot any recognizable faces among so many unknown ones. That's such a decadent place and so are the people that sit on its tables. I seriously doubt that any of them make a living in an honourable way. Certainly that would be a place where I would have gone back in the days when I used to be part of a pirate crew. In fact I might have been there but not remember about it. That is probably the case. This is not the first time that I travel through the city of Cawic. Humans are a good races to negotiate with. They are always willing to bargain and agree to carry out not very legal tasks. So easy to manipulate. However, I had always spent the night onboard. This is going to be the first time that I don't. After a very long day in the roads, I'm tired and I can't be bothered to keep looking for a place to stay the night. Right now, I don't care about cleanliness and comfort. All I want is a bed to sleep in and something to pull down my throat. 

I walk towards the bar counter. If we're gonna spend the night here we'll need some accomodation. I put my hood down, as usual I'm wearing a thick black cloak, as I face the bar tender. 

'Evening! Are there any rooms available for tonight?

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15/05/2014, 02:47
Baster

She had traveled for months, since the incident in the cave. Southwards and eastwards, always, for no reason. There was yet land under her feet, and as such, she saw no reason to alter her course.

Not anymore, though. Cawic was a coastal town. One large enough to find a well-paid job —the gods knew she needed money—, and maybe, once she had filled her purse with something  heavier than dust and a few suspicious looking coppers, maybe some clues as to what her next destination could be.

She didn’t expect her new way of life to be glamourous, nor did she wanted it to be. But she damned expected it to be more entertaining. She had learnt the hard way that monsters weren’t stupid. And the hard way wasn’t fighting with them, but realizing that they rarely attacked human settlements. It was too risky. So, villagers and townspeople weren’t as willing to hire her as she had thought. Hire me for what? Damn it!

She had resigned herself to guard caravans. She was good at it, actually. Her months as a bandit were a good experience. Her level of satisfaction was below ground, unfortunately, so she only did it when she had no other choice. That is, when her entire diet consisted on roots and wild berries.

Not everything was bad. Meager meals had sharpened her senses to the point that she could smell a stew when a rabbit hole was nearby. And the fat from her body was gone. Under the steel and leather, her muscles looked like a veritable armor of flesh, each one of them as taut as the cables of a ship. She liked her new looks so much, she was tempted to parade through town in her underwear, like one of those savages from the mountains that attacked one of the caravans. But they were strong, too, and yet her weapon cut through their naked torsos as easily as it would have through the naked torsos of a bunch of weak scholars. So she opted against it, wisely.

It was almost dusk by the time she reached the town. She was tired and hungry, and she could afford no luxuries, so she set for the first inn that looked up to her standards —if it did look down on her standards, she was sure she could not pay for it—. “The Triumphant Harper”, a humble abode, if you walked on four feet. A glorified pigsty, if you walked on two.

Baster shrugged before she got inside. She had slept in pigsties before, and not of the glorified kind, cuddled among the pink beasts. A cot was better than the cold ground.

The place wasn’t empty. Two couples were asking for room just as she entered: a father and his kid, and a mother and her child —her bald, bearded, stout and heavily armed child—.

A place to sleep the night too, she added her voice to the rest, removing her cowl, and something to shut up my guts. They’re so damn loud they won’t let anyone catch any sleep otherwise.

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15/05/2014, 10:47
Kholer Flamefinger

Why the hell he left the castle? Many times he wondered about the matter in the last month. And conclusion always was he is a stubborn bastard incapable of recognise he was mistaken.

Again he was out in the hot, again he was sweatting like a fat pig, again he was tired and again he was angry with himself. He left a lazy life in the castle. What for?

He sighed and opened the door. Only stupids walk at night in a unknown city. He was greeted with the smoke, the usual chit chat of the clients and the cautios looks of the foreigners. He was one of them and he didn't like it.

The sun was hiding and he took off his hood showing his pointed beard and the moustache, his grey eyes and the prominent nose he use to bend in the books. Not large shoulders, not great or strong arms, not tall, not short, not nothing. He was except for his face, a dull man. The clothes were the same way, it was not desired atract attention.

He looked like a regular trader or a businessman but he was special. He was the master of wonders, as he entitled himself. He had the gift of magic and what a gift he had. His soul was a burning sun and passion about power and magic was overwhelming in him.

He resigned and looked for a free table to sit.

Just a gaze beer and a good dinner

He said to the waitress.

And a good bed. I need to rest.

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15/05/2014, 12:49
Sionnain

Sionnain walks following Grimmel while he looks carefully around. He's used to step on places like this. Not too clean, not too dirty, not too warm but not too unpleasant either. The child listens with care to the Grimmel's words and he nods like he would memorize them. A funny smile draws in his face when understanding. In the deep of his eyes an admiration gleam appears whenever he looks at the man. 

While Grimmel is talking with the innkeeper, Sionnain looks to the other visitors with curiosity. He's used to people not paying attention to him. Well, after all, he is a child, and nobody notices children. He hasn't been in Cawic but several of them seems foreign too. His clothes, his manners, all causes curiosity in the young boy with sweet face and inquisitive eyes.

He looks again to Grimmel thinking about his music. - Does he want to play tonight? - Sionnain hopes so. It's a good way to gain some coins. And when the public is captivated by the Grimmel's melodies, they don't pay attention to their bags. 

He sighs, waiting for the innkeeper answer in silence, and he commences to change the weight from one leg to the other. The journey was been large and tiring. Sionnain follows the steps of Grimmel without complains but his little feet commences to be painful. 

His eyes stop in other people who want a room, and he can't stop looking at the strong woman. - Wow... - Thinks when he looks at her, admired. - She seem able to raise the stronghold of the city. - He instantly decides which bag he'll leave in peace.

Much questions fly in his curious mind, but remembering Grimmel's advice he stays in silence, just looking around and waiting for him.

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15/05/2014, 14:41
Dwalin

I cross de wooden door behind Ilesys. Inside there are a few customers.

I walk towards the bar counter. When Ilesys asked for a room I said.

- And two beers too.

I can see a women with huge muscles, she looks like a warrior.

There is also a strange man who apparently wants to pass unobserved.

Near our's a boy. Who will be the brainless who brings a child into this dump? - I think.

And finally locate the worst. A Bard!!! There's a fucking bard in the inn.

I stare at the bard.

- For your own good I hope you have no intention to sing tonight. - I say. If you value your personal safety.

Then I sit and wait for the beer I had ordered.

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15/05/2014, 19:36
Elaria

After months travelling, I made it. I had crossed the whole land, from the northernmos point to the southernmost. No one had ever done something like it, or at least none of us. I was proud of myself. I had proven to the world that I was not only an impulsive young lady (as my grandmother loved to say) but a capable warrior who could survive the most unexpected situations. I had to admit that until now it hadn't been hard, finding almost always a touch of hospitality willing to help me. Was it because I was a woman? Could be, but I won't refuse a bowl of soup because of it...

And now, here I was. I could have chosen to stay a few miles away, when I crossed my path with that young lad skilled with the words. Or I could have chosen any of the other taver in town when I got here. Instead, I came to the lowest rated place the cuty had to offer. Smart girl.

I opened the door expecting a bunch of dirty-mean-looking men sipping from their beer jars, knowing I would regret my decision, but to my surprise the atmosphere was not so bad. There were a few travellers just like me apparently looking for a room or a warm meal, and even a father with his child. It could not be as bad as they said if there was a child inside, right?

Seeing that everyone was asking for something, I decided to give a break to the staff a chose a round table in what seemed to me a nice spot. I kept on staring at the child, curious about him. I didn't had brothers or sisters, and (thank the gods) no children, but I used to like playing with the young kids back in my village. They are always so full of energy and dreams! Would I seem dangerous if I would offer the father and the child to sit with me? I really wanted to talk with someone just to relax after a long day and they seemed to be the...well, nicest people around there. Or at least the less armed.

Notas de juego

Typing mistakes - blame the tablet! I'll try to review it from my computer, though.

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15/05/2014, 20:29
Dalfgan

It could be said that Dalfgan had no money, the little coin bag  hanging on his neck wasn't of really his , it was an investiment of his friends and neightbors to try to improve their lifes, and that was a stuff thag Dalfgan took very seriously.  He never allow himself any luxury, and most of his daily food was recolected from forest; he knew well how to recognized which plants were edible and which ones were medicinal. But everything has limits, and his old bones no longer allowed to sleep on the ground, and he also needed some meat, as if something was not Dalfgan, was a hunter.

The inn looks fine, maybe there were some fleas but he knew how to treat their bites, but the inn seemed secure enouth, so it was not probable to be beaten up fot being robbed.

The first look revealed the obvious: many foreigners, probably they were more adverturers than benefactors, and aparently no mercenary. The boy looked smart, he should be carefull, and didn't leave any coin in his pockets, as the boy was fast hands.

It seems that no one present could give him any knowledge to expand his repertoire, but ir his assumptions were true, half of them would be looking for work, and they needed somebody who can heal their wounds. If he couldn't get knowledge, at last he can try to get some money with wich to live a few days without spending money of Utopia.

Some meat if you please, and also a cheap bed

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15/05/2014, 22:22
Grimmel the Turncloak

Grimmel looks around, satisfied with the warm inn. It is getting warmer, as more and more weird-looking people come in. That is Grimmel favourite kind of people, and he replies gladly to the dwarf, a smile in his face.

Sehr erfreut, meine good sir. The bard greets the dwarf with a few dwarven words.

No song for the gentleman, then. However, silence is hardly in my repertoire, so I shall entertain my child with a rhyme.

The dwarvish-looking fellow
Has more steel 'n he has beard
A dwarf never says "hello"
they only ask for beer

Grimmel's voice is soft, but not as soft as not to be heard by anyone around. Sionnains laughter is all he seeks but some other people might enjoy his rhymes and that is only good news.

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15/05/2014, 23:40
Baster

Baster let the banter between the strange child and the handsome father slid to the back of her mind, but she couldn’t help to notice the words he used to describe the child: “dwarvish-looking fellow”.

A dwarf?

She stepped next to the bald figure, now seated at one of the tables, and stared at him.

She had heard tales about those creatures, but never seen one of them. Small, they said, yes, but thicker than most humans. And tough like the rocks of the great caverns they build their cities in. And you cannot know if they are man or woman by their looks, they also said, they all grow fabulous beards.

A dwarf! she exclaimed, when she was convinced that the man, or woman, matched the description. Never seen one of your kind in my life. I thought you were just a very precocious kid.