D&D Tutorial Game: Big Trouble in Little Nectopia

Necro · 13-08-2019 10:40am #1

We begin our story in Minus Sixville, a chilly little hamlet on the outskirts of Forum-Gameston, capital city of the principality known as Nectopia.

Recently Minus-Sixville had been experiencing some problems. Nestled on the edge of the Black Forest, townsfolk had been attacked, farmers having their crops burned, livestock slaughtered or stolen. With a town guardsforce rather short on numbers, action was swift and immediate.

Martial Law has been declared and conscription enforced, even on those who would normally be only passing through.

And it is here our party find themselves, for reasons only they themselves know.

Out-of-Character Post:When I am not narrating or playing and want to explain something to you I will use OOC: and Italics. Basically, it's up to you why you are here right now, you could have been forced into it or volunteered as a local, that's your decision.

A group of 8, grunts them all (OOC: basically you do the dirty work) and they are gathered around the table in the town tavern. The bar has been commissioned by the Royal Guard of Moddition, those who work (or are forced to do so) for the crown may use the facilities - though it will come out of their meagre pay.

A half-orc bard strums a banjo in the corner, whether he is a part of this group it is unsure at this time.

They are enjoying some downtime, but also aware that at any moment they could be called into action again.

OOC: Take this time to introduce yourselves, get used to speaking to each other in character etc. You can interact with the environment as well if you wish.

One final note is that I deliberately have avoided naming you all in the OP, as if you wish to pick a different name, class whatever for the tutorial that is your decision. But give me your character name when you post so I can narrate you correctly going forward!

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 11:04am

NukLok shifts uncomfortable on the rickety stool, chugging a wine like it's beer and, like all grunts in a militia, grumbles.

"The wine is sour, the heat is oppressive, the room smells like offal, the food is rank and if there is one thing I hate more than orks it's the sound of a ****ing banjo."

Clarabel · 13-08-2019 11:20am

Oltu, who often forgets her name, takes a look around and likes what she sees. Knowing not everyone wants to be here is hard, but I do. I'm glad to be here.

"Hey grumps, you want a pint? Might cheer you up!"

Fourier · 13-08-2019 11:21am

OldGoat wrote: »

NukLok shifts uncomfortable on the rickety stool, chugging a wine like it's beer and, like all grunts in a militia, grumbles.

"The wine is sour, the heat is oppressive, the room smells like offal, the food is rank and if there is one thing I hate more than orks it's the sound of a ****ing banjo."

Zahafdyke sits drinking water from a goblet he owns personally, not wanting to touch the drinking vessels from this dump.

"The banjo mightn't be up to your race's standards elf, but to my ears it's passable. What I hate is walking into a town and being immediately conscripted. I shouldn't have cast that spell, people think every mage is a weapon in hard times"

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 11:41am

"Even sour wine tastes better when it's free. Thanks Oltu.

Even your human ears are not immune to that cacophonous assault. You never did tell me what spell you were seen using Zahaf. Was it something salacious, something offensive? Do you know any magic that can make that banjo sound like a flute, or even just make it sound intune?"

Clarabel · 13-08-2019 11:51am

Oltu thinks, you know I'm fairly sure I learnt a spell that would help Grumps.

"Not sure if you realise this table were sitting was commissioned by royal, it's the finest in all the land. People travel from far and wide to view it. It's beautiful"

Necro · 13-08-2019 12:01pm

The tavern doors squeak on their rarely oiled hinges as a figure enters.

The party turns and recognise him as Hemsworth, Captain of their unit.

He regards them with a brief nod and a sultry stare before making his way to the bar.

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 12:14pm

I lean forward and examine the table from end to end, slowly, methodically, taking in every detail.

"Ahhh yes, I see it now. From the era of Rough-hewn, in the dynasty of Cobbled-Together with the craftmans mark of the renowned furniture maker 'Shoddy Tat'"
Grinning, I gulp my wine.

"Anyone want any more of this swill? I'm going to see if the innkeeper has any better fare hidden away. I might have to break curfew to go hunt some fresh meat otherwise."

/Sees Hemsy walking in...swoons.

tusk · 13-08-2019 12:33pm

Shaadyx scuffles towards the bar with short shuffling steps. A man covered in a large baggy brown hooded-cape, you can't make out his physique, or indeed his face.

He speaks in a soft whisper to the man behind the bar - "Good sir, your finest ale in the tiniest glass you have".

Shaadyx twists his head, his ear pricked at the sound of bardish tunes reflecting off the wooden carcass of the inn. The slightest of side-smiles appears on his hidden face.

Necro · 13-08-2019 12:37pm

tusk wrote: »

Shaadyx scuffles towards the bar with short shuffling steps. A man covered in a large baggy brown hooded-cape, you can't make out his physique, or indeed his face.

He speaks in a soft whisper to the man behind the bar - "Good sir, your finest ale in the tiniest glass you have".

Shaadyx twists his head, his ear pricked at the sound of bardish tunes reflecting off the wooden carcass of the inn. The slightest of side-smiles appears on his hidden face.

The bartender peers down at Shaadyx, curious about this little creature in the hood.

'ALE YOU SAID?'

He shouts in a big booming voice.

'AYE, YE CAN HAVE IT IN A THIMBLE OR A TUMBLER, YER OWN DECISION'

tusk · 13-08-2019 12:41pm

Necro wrote: »

The bartender peers down at Shaadyx, curious about this little creature in the hood.

'ALE YOU SAID?'

He shouts in a big booming voice.

'AYE, YE CAN HAVE IT IN A THIMBLE OR A TUMBLER, YER OWN DECISION'

Shaadyx doesn't move. Still intrigued by this instrument he's not come across before.

He slowly moves his head back around to look the bar tender in the eyes. 'A thimble, sir'

Necro · 13-08-2019 12:46pm

tusk wrote: »

Shaadyx doesn't move. Still intrigued by this instrument he's not come across before.

He slowly moves his head back around to look the bar tender in the eyes. 'A thimble, sir'

The bartender grunting something about small folk and shuffles off to fill the thimble.

Hemsworth, observing the conversation swings around on seat to face Shaadyx.

'A wise choice, young man. Best to keep your wits about you right now, I'm waiting on the go-ahead for a patrol.'

tusk · 13-08-2019 12:51pm

Necro wrote: »

The bartender grunting something about small folk and shuffles off to fill the thimble.

Hemsworth, observing the conversation swings around on seat to face Shaadyx.

'A wise choice, young man. Best to keep your wits about you right now, I'm waiting on the go-ahead for a patrol.'

Shaadyx nods towards Hemsworth. Something about him doesn't feel quite right. Maybe it's his rugged good looks, or the fact that he has that air of Nobility that Shaadyx so disdained. Either way, Shaadyx determined, he'd need close watching.

With his thimble in hand, he shuffled to the table where the bard sat playing. Intrigued, he nodded in appreciation, as the bard continued playing.

LadySkunk · 13-08-2019 1:06pm

OldGoat wrote: »

I lean forward and examine the table from end to end, slowly, methodically, taking in every detail.

"Ahhh yes, I see it now. From the era of Rough-hewn, in the dynasty of Cobbled-Together with the craftmans mark of the renowned furniture maker 'Shoddy Tat'"
Grinning, I gulp my wine.

"Anyone want any more of this swill? I'm going to see if the innkeeper has any better fare hidden away. I might have to break curfew to go hunt some fresh meat otherwise."

/Sees Hemsy walking in...swoons.

From the darkness of the furthest shadowy corner of the tavern a chair scrapes across the dusty floor as Nyshmayla stands up.

She stumbles across the room with a drink sloshing in one hand and a dead pheasant in the other. Dropping the bird on Nukloks unsuspecting lap she slurs “You can have this one, I’d rather the beef” with a drunken wink at Hemsworth who shifts his eyes awkwardly at the attention.

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 1:20pm

"You, m'Lady, are the very soul of generosity. May your ardour be sated as you have sated my hunger."
Deftly, with the practiced hands of a hunter, Nuk takes out a dagger and starts to dress the pheasant for spitroast on the fire.

Fourier · 13-08-2019 1:21pm

OldGoat wrote: »

"Even sour wine tastes better when it's free. Thanks Oltu.

Even your human ears are not immune to that cacophonous assault. You never did tell me what spell you were seen using Zahaf. Was it something salacious, something offensive? Do you know any magic that can make that banjo sound like a flute, or even just make it sound intune?"

Turning back to the elf after Hemsworth walks in.

"Salacious?! Not at all, a simple conjuring trick for a peasant lad. Made a little bunny hop about in my palm. Then a harmless looking fellow comes up to me and asks 'What else can you do?'. Of course I proudly proclaimed my tutelage under the Fire Mages of Koral and that I could blast a man to bits with but a gesture.

Shortly after the fellow gets the guards to conscript me. The common man has but a pragmatic understanding of magic"

tusk · 13-08-2019 1:24pm

Shaadyx takes a sniff of his ale, dips his pinky into it and rubs it on his lower lip, licking it off just after.

He shudders as his eyes water and a familiar shiver runs from the bottom of his spine to the nape of his neck.

He looks to the bard. 'Tell me friend, what is this contraption you finger so fluidly?'

Necro · 13-08-2019 1:41pm

LadySkunk wrote: »

From the darkness of the furthest shadowy corner of the tavern a chair scrapes across the dusty floor as Nyshmayla stands up.

She stumbles across the room with a drink sloshing in one hand and a dead pheasant in the other. Dropping the bird on Nukloks unsuspecting lap she slurs “You can have this one, I’d rather the beef” with a drunken wink at Hemsworth who shifts his eyes awkwardly at the attention.

Hemsworth stands, having drained his drink. He makes his way across to the revellers and stands before them, trying his best to not make eye contact with Nyshmayla.

'Hail and well met, recruits. Enjoying yourselves this evening? As I was saying to our robed friend there, not too much though. I am awaiting the go ahead for a patrol into the woods.'

Clarabel · 13-08-2019 1:45pm

"Hemsworth I don't take orders very well. What exactly do you think you're captioning"

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 1:50pm

Necro wrote: »

Hemsworth stands, having drained his drink. He makes his way across to the revellers and stands before them, trying his best to not make eye contact with Nyshmayla.

'Hail and well met, recruits. Enjoying yourselves this evening? As I was saying to our robed friend there, not too much though. I am awaiting the go ahead for a patrol into the woods.'

With his obvious disdain for authority Nuk questions the Captain.
"Captain Harmsway, are we to dig trenches or clean out the stables again? Those latrines probably need attention too. Or do you have a proper job for us?"

Necro · 13-08-2019 1:50pm

Clarabel wrote: »

"Hemsworth I don't take orders very well. What exactly do you think you're captioning"

'Captioning....'

Hemsworth regards Oltu with a vacant look.

'Don't worry, nothing out of the ordinary. Routine patrol, talk of goblins close to the town. We are to try and track their movements, see if we can find their lair. I trust those of you with magic have prepared sufficiently for when the order is given?'

Necro · 13-08-2019 1:52pm

OldGoat wrote: »

With his obvious disdain for authority Nuk questions the Captain.
"Captain Harmsway, are we to dig trenches or clean out the stables again? Those latrines probably need attention too. Or do you have a proper job for us?"

Hemsworth laughs.

'Harmsway, well, I suppose that is what I'm doing yes. As I said to your friend it should be a routine patrol. Who knows, if we do find something maybe mucking the stables will be removed from your job description...'

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 1:55pm

Necro wrote: »

'Captioning....'

Hemsworth regards Oltu with a vacant look.

'Don't worry, nothing out of the ordinary. Routine patrol, talk of goblins close to the town. We are to try and track their movements, see if we can find their lair. I trust those of you with magic have prepared sufficiently for when the order is given?'

On hearing the word 'Goblins' Nuk drops all pretence and snide remarks and starts to check his weapons, sharpen his blade, put tallow on his bowstring.

Dublinandy2 · 13-08-2019 1:58pm

Trusting in no one and suspicious of how this group has been forming in front of him, Sobra, the half orc half elf bard puts down his banjo. He casts his eyes over the noticeable people in front of him.
Zahafdyke
Nuklok, this man had been casting evil eyes at Sobras banjo playing for a while but Sobra knew his type, he was harmless and just liked to think he was in control.

Oltu, Sobra had heard stories about Oltu. Master of intelligence who liked to fool her enemies into thinking she was an ignorant backwater beast but in reality could mastermind the largest of plots without breaking into a sweat, she would be on to be watched.

Zahafdyke it seemed wanted to be in the place even less than Sobra, but unlike Sobra had a spell cast upon him to force him into subscription. Sobra did not know this creature at all but knew that anyone who didn’t want to be in this place had taken a step in the right direction.

Then there was hemsworth, as tall as he was beautiful. To look at him you knew he was a natural leader and his soft skin hid the fact he was a fearsome warrior with many a battle and kill behind him. Him being meant one thing, whatever the mission was Sobra had to follow it and it had a chance of succeeding.

Shaadyx was what could be best described as a ball of snot, something so slimy his mother thought he was a mistake. Used to succeeding in life by hiding in the shadows of hero’s it made sense why he almost seemed to mimic Hemsworth, step by step, word by word, for without him for protection, he surely would be dead by now.

Finally there was Nyshmayla. The best way to describe Nyshmayla is that Shaadyx would be happy as there was something much lower on the food scale and intelligence scale than him. Sometimes good, sometimes bad Nyshmayla‘s bloodline had a reputation for looking the business, but rarely delivering.

So, Sobra thought to him, they hate my banjo, he picked up the Banjo and strummed on it’s taught strings started to sing.

‘One fine day Nectopia a Banda of creatures did form,
In the little hamlet on minus sixville they were together in principle even though they had no uniform.
They ranged from good to bad,
From legendary to a fad,
For one purpose......

He continued to sing under his breath as he flipped his banjo onto his back and went outside the building, watching through a window.

Necro · 13-08-2019 2:08pm

Dublinandy2 wrote: »

He continued to sing under his breath as he flipped his banjo onto his back and went outside the building, watching through a window.

As Sobra exits the tavern he can see the main street of the little town. A smelter across the road beside the local church.
Further up the street to the north of his position he could see the military barracks and his current lodgings.

To the south, the road wound in a curve but he could make out the foreboding Black Forest just about.

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 2:12pm

Dublinandy2 wrote: »

the half orc half elf bard puts down his banjo.

"Thank the ****ing gods."

...he picked up the Banjo and strummed on it’s taught strings started to sing.

"Ahh for ****s sake!"

Dublinandy2 · 13-08-2019 2:12pm

A small creature came up to his legs and started rubbing itself on Sobra, Sobra didn’t like it. He had heard the locals describe this type of creature as a ‘cat’ he lifted his boot and kicked the purring creature away down the road towards the foreboding Black Forest. He knew he’d end up in there even if he didn’t want to.

Nebelwerfer · 13-08-2019 2:34pm

Calippo enters the tavern, after having just relieved herself in the outhouse outside the tavern.

"You dont see many half elf, half orcs in this neck of the woods anymore" she thinks to herself after having just passed one such creatures on the way in.

Calippo keeps to the shadows as she moves inside, noticing the large party in front of her. She moves her hood to cover more of her face and takes a seat in the far end of the tavern.

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 2:45pm

OOC: Perception check to see if I spot Calippo in the shadows.
(Using Keen Senses for Advantage on perception+ double proficency because I percept a lot)
Rolz 10+4 =14

Necro · 13-08-2019 2:53pm

OOC: Nebel if Calippo wishes to not be seen by NukLok, gimme a Stealth (Dexterity) check there. Target 15. If not, OG will see you

Rolz Room

Necro · 13-08-2019 3:03pm

NukLok is unable to see anything and Calippo makes her way to her seat unnoticed.

OOC: For the benefit of our new players, allow me to explain. OldGoat's character attempted to see Nebel's in the shadows and rolled on his stats. He got 14. Nebel countered this with his own roll, which came up as 19 (before modifiers) so he was successful. There'll be a number of times that if you want to do something I'll ask you to roll in the coming days during the game, if you need help please just ask!

tusk · 13-08-2019 3:07pm

Necro wrote: »

OOC: Nebel if Calippo wishes to not be seen by NukLok, gimme a Stealth (Dexterity) check there. Target 15. If not, OG will see you

Rolz Room

OOC: GIBBERISH

OldGoat · 13-08-2019 3:09pm

I finish buckling on my armour then I tear the cooked spitroast pheasant in two and offer one half to the dragonborn.
"Now, we go fight!"
I walk outside into the clean fresh air.

Guffy · 13-08-2019 5:35pm

Showing his usual distaste for his human half and all things human, Hom, makes a show of tossing his mead to the floor. "Vile concoction wasn't worth my coin" he shouts at the bar keep.

"I'll be outside, when you muster your courage" he scoffs at the captain.

He had no interest in being in this company to which he was gang pressed, but the chance at picking a few meagre coins from Goblin corpses perked his ears. "Gold = passage home" was the mantra that kept him going as he grabbed his shield from the floor surprising himself as he bumps off the new comer to the table. Easily ignoring the impulse to reach for his spatoon he makes for the door. "Praise be for the weak swill in the place", he thinks to himself.

Necro · 13-08-2019 5:41pm

Hemsworth smirks at Hom as he storms out.

'There's something very familiar about that' he muses to himself.

Suddenly a second guardsman rushes in and up to Hemsworth muttering in his ear. Hemsworth's face grows grave as the information is relayed to him.

sKeith · 13-08-2019 5:44pm

Star pulls at the grass and a clump breaks free. He rattles the clump until most of the earth on the clump has dislodged from the clump and fallen harmlessly back onto the ground. He then divides the clump into halves and halves and halves. He then discards the mess over his head onto his back. He notices the elf exiting the tavern. He lays his head back down to the ground and falls back asleep again.

Necro · 13-08-2019 7:08pm

Necro wrote: »

Hemsworth smirks at Hom as he storms out.

'There's something very familiar about that' he muses to himself.

Suddenly a second guardsman rushes in and up to Hemsworth muttering in his ear. Hemsworth's face grows grave as the information is relayed to him.

Oltu and Zahafdyke can make out a few words passively.

'Raid' and 'Forest' primarily. To hear more they would have to listen in....

OOC: Oltu, Zahafdyke gimme me a Perception (Wis) Check if you wish to eavesdrop. Normally I won't prompt you like this but given a few are new and learning I'll give you this one Clara, it's #d20 in the rolz room linked above, target is 12.

Clarabel · 13-08-2019 8:18pm

Despite not wishing to acknowledge a leader in Hemsworth, or whatever his name is, Oltu attempts to listen into the conversation.... nothing further can be heard.

"Bozo I mean Master er Captain, what's the deal ? I'm here cause I wanna be, if we don't have the info we can't help and get everyone back to normal life"

Oltu looks around at everyone hopefully that someone else wants to be here as much as she does. Is that a glint in the eye she sees.

OldGoat · 14-08-2019 8:50am

Nuk throws the half eaten pheasant to a small cat that is cowering in fear in the shadows. "There you are little hunter, eat." He settles across from the door and lights a pipe in what might be the last peaceful moment of the night.

OOC:
If I see the messenger guardsman come out alone from the tavern I'm going to try and engage in banter and gossip in a 'Grunts Vs Officers - We are in the trenches together - Officers will get us killed, it's only the Sargents that really know whats going on' fashion and try to gleam any information about whats happening.
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Necro · 14-08-2019 9:02am

Clarabel wrote: »

Despite not wishing to acknowledge a leader in Hemsworth, or whatever his name is, Oltu attempts to listen into the conversation.... nothing further can be heard.

"Bozo I mean Master er Captain, what's the deal ? I'm here cause I wanna be, if we don't have the info we can't help and get everyone back to normal life"

Oltu looks around at everyone hopefully that someone else wants to be here as much as she does. Is that a glint in the eye she sees.

OOC: Ok so generally when I ask for a roll you can just do as I'm doing here, post OOC and the number and I'll narrate the outcome, but you're new, so I'll forgive you this time

For those still learning, Clara rolled a 7 in the dice room. Even with her modifier due to her stats (Wisdom 16) which give a modifier of (+3) she didn't hit the target number of 12 so it's a fail.

Fourier also attempted but only got an 8 with his modifiers. So no dice folks!

Oltu strains to overhear the remainder of the conversation, but is unable to do so.

Captain Hemsworth turns as Oltu speaks. The other guard leaves again as quickly as they entered.

'Patience soldier. As I was saying I was waiting on the go ahead for a patrol, which has now been approved. So it's time for us to move out!'

He turns and addresses the others in the room.

'I will meet you at the smelter in one hour, I trust you will be all adequately prepared for the journey.'

He addresses Zahafdyke directly next.

'You, wizard. I trust you are combat ready, yes? Assess the party and give me your best marching order, discuss it with the others if you must. You should be on your guard from the moment we enter the Black Forest. All sorts of foul beasts and dangers lurk within.'

Necro · 14-08-2019 9:04am

OldGoat wrote: »

Nuk throws the half eaten pheasant to a small cat that is cowering in fear in the shadows. "There you are little hunter, eat." He settles across from the door and lights a pipe in what might be the last peaceful moment of the night.

OOC:
If I see the messenger guardsman come out alone from the tavern I'm going to try and engage in banter and gossip in a 'Grunts Vs Officers - We are in the trenches together - Officers will get us killed, it's only the Sargents that really know whats going on' fashion and try to gleam any information about whats happening.

NukLok spies the second guardsmen entering the tavern.

A short time later the guardsmen comes back out, a slight look of concern on his face and muttering to himself.

OldGoat · 14-08-2019 9:40am

"You look troubled and a troubled messenger means bad news for the rest of us. What are the rumours? Any new **** happening or is it just the usual **** coming down from above?"

Nuk offers the glowing pipe in a comradely fashion.

Necro · 14-08-2019 9:44am

OldGoat wrote: »

"You look troubled and a troubled messenger means bad news for the rest of us. What are the rumours? Any new **** happening or is it just the usual **** coming down from above?"

Nuk offers the glowing pipe in a comradely fashion.

The soldier takes the pipe with a nod of thanks.

'Aye. It's nothing really. Well... nothing I can talk about anyways. Captain says to meet by the smelter in one hour, you'll be going patrolling the Black Forest.'

He hands back the pipe.

'Rumours, let me see. Can you keep a secret, friend? As thanks for the puff?'

OldGoat · 14-08-2019 9:50am

Grinning a conspiratorial grin Nuk replies
"Let's just say that I've never been caught telling secrets."

Necro · 14-08-2019 9:56am

OldGoat wrote: »

Grinning a conspiratorial grin Nuk replies
"Let's just say that I've never been caught telling secrets."

The guardsman looks nervous.

'Well.... listen, I don't know anything about the patrol, all I got told was that it got the go ahead.'

His voice lowers.

'But - I was out there last week - I don't know what exactly they're doing, but they seem to be looking for something. A... tree is all I know. Something about a tree. Just... just be careful, that's all.'

The guardsman nods and scurries off towards the barracks.

OldGoat · 14-08-2019 10:26am

"Thank you friend, be safe."
Nuk seeks out Oltu the druid and pulls him aside to a quiet corner well away from everyone else.
"You know trees and stuff right? I've just found out that there is something in the woods that is of interest to our leaders, something, dangerous, something treelike.
...
OK I know that sounds stupid but just keep it in mind tonight."

"Zahafdyke, I have some tracking skills. I can be useful in the front."

Nuklok spends an hour scavenging around tavern, the barracks and the town trying to find any health potions he might trade or barter for. He'll then head to the smelter to meet up with the patrol.

Clarabel · 14-08-2019 11:33am

"Grumps, gosh that's really handy information to have. ".

Walking away barely audible " Do you want another dri......I'm just going to....let me kno....we going..."

Oltu already deep in thought trying to recall what she from years of study, walked back to the table where she sat staring into space. God help anyone who disturbed her.

Fourier · 14-08-2019 11:49am

Zahafdyke goes for an idle walk about the town, sure now the guard will have some kind of lethal duty for him in short order. He catches up with Oltu.

"Oy you!" he says as he runs up.

"You a druid? What exactly can you do? Best to know the capabilities of other wielders of the great art you might be travelling with, even if they're..." he searches for non-offensive ways to compare a druid and a wizard "...more rustic than academic"

sKeith · 14-08-2019 12:01pm

Star awakens. He gets up and walk towards the tavern.

He looks around for water, a river or lake, and if he sees either, he will go there for a swim and bathe.

Necro · 14-08-2019 12:07pm

sKeith wrote: »

Star awakens. He gets up and walk towards the tavern.

He looks around for water, a river or lake, and if he sees either, he will go there for a swim and bathe.

There is a worn path leading east just beside the smelter. A crude sign is drawn on the entrance to the path:

'Ye Olde Bathing Spot.'

Necro · 14-08-2019 12:12pm

OldGoat wrote: »

Nuklok spends an hour scavenging around tavern, the barracks and the town trying to find any health potions he might trade or barter for. He'll then head to the smelter to meet up with the patrol.

In the barracks there is a small trading post. There are a variety of small bottles of liquid, available for purchase with credits from the meagre salary recruits are provided with. A number of weapons hang from the back of the ramshackle hut as well. Daggers, short swords, bows and arrows.

OOC: If you want any equipment you can sign for it and it will be taken out of your salary

D&D Tutorial Game: Big Trouble in Little Nectopia

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