[5E beginners] Muddale Mutton Massacre (IC)
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				Title: <strong>[5E beginners] Muddale Mutton Massacre (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>30-09-2018, 07:56:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Muddale's one of those towns that makes a nice stop for a night, and a better place to leave in the morning. The four of you have found yourselves in exactly that situation; while traveling the road west towards Waterdeep, you needed a place to stop and rest, and the snoozy little hamlet seemed as fine a place as any. When you showed up, it was full of the normal noises of village life; bleating sheep, the ringing hammer of hte blacksmith, the creak of carts and such. Over dinner at the local tavern - the Merry Boggard - you heard plenty of the locals griping about lost livestock, which seems like it's the most exciting thing this town has ever seen.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This morning though, over breakfast, things are different somehow. Tense. The locals are eyeballing the four of you with a mix of suspicion and curiosity. In one corner of the tavern stands a large man in a heavy cloak and leather armor, speaking quietly to a table of red-faced patrons. It's hard ot overhear what they're saying, but as the tall man i nthe armor turns and heads towards your table, you suspect you might find out anyway. Worn around his neck is an amulet with a seven-pointed star, etched with the holy symbol of Tyr (the lawful good of law and justice.)<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>"Y'all got a minute?"</strong> the man drawls, peering down at you with a stern face that looks like it missed a razor this morning.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Your characters</div><div class="spoiler_body">You're companions who have a goal in mind, and that goal is in Waterdeep; it's not time-sensitive, whatever it is, so you've taken a roundabout way through the western Heartlands, seeing the sights and pursuing spare coin.<br><br>• You have all the equipment on your character sheet<br>• You're well-rested, have max HP and all your spell slots; you're also currently eating breakfast, so there's that.<br>• The locals, as far as you've gathered, are having some sort of problem with predation on their flocks; wool seems to be one of the town's major, erm, industries.</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Muddale</div><div class="spoiler_body">Muddale's a little thorpe on the delimbyr River, west of Secomber, east of Daggerford, most notable for being completely unworthy of note. Obstinately named for the pottery that the town used to make, the fact is it <em>is</em> a muddy, swampy little town, and most of the buildings are on stilts and connected to a raised plank-and-brick road&nbsp; that shows signs of occasional flooding. To the north, hills rise abruptly, and this is where the town's livestock are herded. The population is small - six hundred on a good day perhaps - but their position on a well-traveled road seems to keep them from being too insular or paranoid.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [5E beginners] Muddale Mutton Massacre (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>02-10-2018, 05:49:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/32/f8/9832f8ea3fd73ea1e15f3894331077ac.jpg)</div><em>Zybet Darwinkle</em><br>NG Rock Gnome Rogue<br>HP: 10 | AC: 13 | Init: +2 | Status: Normal<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Open | GM NPC<br><br><hr><br>Zybet, as she liked to be called, had dragged herself downstairs at an hour she considered ungodly - certainly one that was an affront to any <em>fun</em> deities, anyhow.&nbsp; Still, the scent of roasted potatoes and rashers of bacon revived her considerably, as did the mug of cool ale already half-drunk and kept near-at-hand.&nbsp; Her eyes rose from her plate, cheeks puffed out with her mouthful of potatoes smothered in gravy and her lips shiny with bacon grease as the stranger approached their table.<br><br>Swallowing with visible effort and washing the lump of half-chewed food down her throat with a large swig of ale, she cocked a brow at the sigil worn around the man's neck.&nbsp; Of course, makes sense a devotee of Tyr would not only be wide-awake and raring to go at such an hour, but ready to cause problems.&nbsp; Covering her mouth as she burped softly, then wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she found it within her to muster up a smile for the sour-faced Muddy Duddy.<br><br>"Mornin'!&nbsp; How can we help you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [5E beginners] Muddale Mutton Massacre (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vax</strong> on <strong>02-10-2018, 14:03:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/e0/c0/67e0c06cfb9322b74da26851e06d857b.jpg)</div><em>Alathea Starhaven</em><br>CG High Elf Paladin<br>HP: 11 | AC: 16 | Init: +0 | Status: Normal<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Open | GM NPC<br><br><hr><br>She had never really liked these small towns in the middle of nowhere, truth to be told, and so Alathea woke up feeling very content to continue her journey to Waterdeep. Fond of adventure she was, but sleeping in a messy tavern in a tiny town really wasn't it and she had high hopes that glorious Waterdeep with all its excitement would provide more engaging adventure than the rather uneventful journey.<br><br>Her day began with breakfast and trying very hard to look dignified as she attempted to eat roasted potatoes and gravy without making too much of a mess of herself. She was a paladin, after all. And she didn't know how people in an environment like this would react to her cleaning herself off via prestidigination, not with everyone being so on the edge about whatever small town problem they were having anyway.<br><br>It was only when the man - a follower of Tyr, by the looks of it - addressed her group that she looked up, quirking an eyebrow at Zybet due to her undignified behaviour. But well, it did help her blend in with the locals.<br>Nodding after her words, Alathea gave a small smile at the man. "Just tell us of any troubles you have, we would be more than happy to lend a hand." <br><br>Now unless the man was just out to cause trouble, this sounded like it might add a bit of excitement to the day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [5E beginners] Muddale Mutton Massacre (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>03-10-2018, 00:09:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/67/ad/a367ad8eb7c497c1bbad1b6b83e15529.jpg)</div><em>Tonnoia</em><br>NG Human Monk<br>HP: 10 | AC: 15 | Init: +3 | Status: Normal<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Open | GM NPC<br><br><hr>Tonnoia is content to observe the atmosphere around her companions without comment, finding it wise not to draw attention to herself.&nbsp; The locals already seemed to be casting their table suspicious looks already as it was, with none of them having done anything to provoke such a reaction, as far as she could tell.&nbsp; Were this a place of higher caliber, she might think the gnome's eating habits were the cause for at least some of the looks, or at least she'd heard those of higher station prided themselves on manners.&nbsp; Such a display reminded her of the time before the sisters had found her, when it was common to fight for scraps, and it wasn't unusual to see children eat the way the gnome was currently, as if it were her last meal.&nbsp; The elf, on the other hand, seemed much more civilized, though Tonnoia kept her eyes on her own food, rather than look at the other two all that closely.&nbsp; She didn't know either of them well, but it looked as if that might change.<br><br>She gave a nod of agreement to the elf's words, curious to at least what the stranger had to say.&nbsp; Hopefully it would give them all something to do other than be stared at by the locals for the rest of the day, and if they were lucky, might earn them a bit of coin besides.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [5E beginners] Muddale Mutton Massacre (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CeruleanSerenity</strong> on <strong>09-10-2018, 08:48:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/96/99/43/9699438930f6bfc6997dd631cc97f683.jpg)</div><em>Lyanna Ezzrix</em><br>CG Tiefling Bard<br>HP: 7 | AC: 13 | Init: +2 | Status: Normal<br>Tagging:&nbsp; Open | GM NPC<br><br><hr><br>For someone who stood out like a lynx at a lizard farm, Lyanna sure seemed to have settled in quickly. Muddale was hardly a tourist trap, judging by the goats in the street, the ragged straw hat on the guy leading them, and the veritable sea of mud she had to trudge through on the way past, but that suited her just fine. People like these lived simple and honest lives. She knew what to expect from them. That, and they had good bacon.<br><br>That was important. Lyanna was on her seventh piece, slipping the remaining half into her mouth and eyeing the patrons around her, when that man addressed her. <br><br>One thing these sorts of sleepy towns often lacked was <em>opportunity</em>. Unless you happened to stop by at a time of <em>happenings</em>, you could easily pass through with nothing to show for it but several fewer coppers cluttering your purse... but as fate would have it, happenings were happening indeed. At least, the old man gave her that sort of impression, and Lyanna wasn't about to let this chance escape her.<br><br>She pushed her plate away, stood with a smile, and bowed with a flourish. "Lyanna Ezzrix, at your service. What seems to be the problem?"
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