Chapter 1: Ten-Towns
Jul 29, 2021 0:03:53 GMT
Post by RotFm Dungeon Master on Jul 29, 2021 0:03:53 GMT
Everyone
With Mordecai lighting a small rock from his pocket, the hooded figure holds an arm up to shield her eyes from the initial blast of light that turns the dim lit area into a glow of bright light. Once she has gotten used to the light slowly, the female figure moves her arm away and shows a pale skinned face under the hood, but still concealed enough by the fur lining the hood to not see a full face. She nods in kind to Eirian and cocks her head to the side as Thorfin tries to establish if this is a long-lost sister. She goes to speak before Eirian pulls both Thorfin and her into an embrace, but she quickly pushes herself away from it while Mordecai, Ragnov, and Solste are brought into the fold.
"That would be a little odd if I were your sister. Also, I understand it's cold up here, friend, but that doesn't mean I want to be sharing body heat with people I just met. Come, let's get out of this cold wind before a blizzard starts raging. We can discuss this work I have inside if your still interested." She mutters from under her hood before moving towards the door of The Northlook and opening it and allowing you all to filter inside, away from the cold wind that flows through Bryn Shander.
As the door closes behind you all, you manage to take your winter hoods down and adjust to the warm climate and lighting inside that is better than what is outside. The female figure drops her hood once she scuffs her boots of any snow on the mat on the inside of the threshold, revealing a pale, slender face of a half-elf. She gives Thorfin a look and waves her hand across her face.
"Would definitely be wierd if we were somehow related!" She let's out a small laugh before pointing towards the common room where an open hearth crackles with the fire burning within, warming the establishment for all. Above the open hearth, stuffed and mounted on a wooden plaque is a large, battle-scarred knucklehead trout, a small sign underneath that reads 'OL BITEY'.
The half-elf gestures for you to all head in before holding up a hand towards the semi-empty bar.
"Afternoon, Scramsax! I'll take something to warm me insides, and before you ask, no I do not want it on credit!" She scoffs. The bartender acknowledges her request and grabs a glass from under the bar before turning towards the bottles of liquor behind him.
Following the half-elf's gesture into the common room, you find a table large enough to fit everyone where she joins you all and rubs her hands together.
"To answer your question outside, you may call me Dannika Graysteel. I'm a scholar of elemental proportions and I have been doing quite alot of research and studying recently. I believe that wee elemental spirits, known as chwingas might be the key to improving the climate of Icewind Dale. There have been odd sightings every now and then around Ten-Towns of the little fellows and they possess some ability that allows them to alter their natural surroundings.
If I could just study one up close, I really think I can learn alot here!" Excitement builds up in her voice as she speaks about the chwingas that may inhabit Ten-Towns. She pauses for a breath and stops herself as the bartender, Scramsax, walks over with a glass half-filled with a brown liquid, presumably a whiskey.
"Three bronze then please." Scramsax holds his hand out to Dannika who reciprocated with a reaching her pocket and producing the exact amount. He then looks towards you all as he pockets the silver pieces.
"Can I get any of you lot anything? We got bowls of reindeer stew coming from the kitchen if it takes yer fancy?" He eagerly asks, standing at the table side, ready to take any orders.
With Mordecai lighting a small rock from his pocket, the hooded figure holds an arm up to shield her eyes from the initial blast of light that turns the dim lit area into a glow of bright light. Once she has gotten used to the light slowly, the female figure moves her arm away and shows a pale skinned face under the hood, but still concealed enough by the fur lining the hood to not see a full face. She nods in kind to Eirian and cocks her head to the side as Thorfin tries to establish if this is a long-lost sister. She goes to speak before Eirian pulls both Thorfin and her into an embrace, but she quickly pushes herself away from it while Mordecai, Ragnov, and Solste are brought into the fold.
"That would be a little odd if I were your sister. Also, I understand it's cold up here, friend, but that doesn't mean I want to be sharing body heat with people I just met. Come, let's get out of this cold wind before a blizzard starts raging. We can discuss this work I have inside if your still interested." She mutters from under her hood before moving towards the door of The Northlook and opening it and allowing you all to filter inside, away from the cold wind that flows through Bryn Shander.
As the door closes behind you all, you manage to take your winter hoods down and adjust to the warm climate and lighting inside that is better than what is outside. The female figure drops her hood once she scuffs her boots of any snow on the mat on the inside of the threshold, revealing a pale, slender face of a half-elf. She gives Thorfin a look and waves her hand across her face.
"Would definitely be wierd if we were somehow related!" She let's out a small laugh before pointing towards the common room where an open hearth crackles with the fire burning within, warming the establishment for all. Above the open hearth, stuffed and mounted on a wooden plaque is a large, battle-scarred knucklehead trout, a small sign underneath that reads 'OL BITEY'.
The half-elf gestures for you to all head in before holding up a hand towards the semi-empty bar.
"Afternoon, Scramsax! I'll take something to warm me insides, and before you ask, no I do not want it on credit!" She scoffs. The bartender acknowledges her request and grabs a glass from under the bar before turning towards the bottles of liquor behind him.
Following the half-elf's gesture into the common room, you find a table large enough to fit everyone where she joins you all and rubs her hands together.
"To answer your question outside, you may call me Dannika Graysteel. I'm a scholar of elemental proportions and I have been doing quite alot of research and studying recently. I believe that wee elemental spirits, known as chwingas might be the key to improving the climate of Icewind Dale. There have been odd sightings every now and then around Ten-Towns of the little fellows and they possess some ability that allows them to alter their natural surroundings.
If I could just study one up close, I really think I can learn alot here!" Excitement builds up in her voice as she speaks about the chwingas that may inhabit Ten-Towns. She pauses for a breath and stops herself as the bartender, Scramsax, walks over with a glass half-filled with a brown liquid, presumably a whiskey.
"Three bronze then please." Scramsax holds his hand out to Dannika who reciprocated with a reaching her pocket and producing the exact amount. He then looks towards you all as he pockets the silver pieces.
"Can I get any of you lot anything? We got bowls of reindeer stew coming from the kitchen if it takes yer fancy?" He eagerly asks, standing at the table side, ready to take any orders.