faerun.QUICK LINKS
When you wake up, you are in a room. It looks to be relatively well-decorated, rustic. The bed is comfortable, the linens clean, and the quilt is nice. You can hear the bustle of people outside. The city is beginning to wake. You do not have the opportunity to look into a mirror, or anything else: there's bang on the door. "Oi! Breakfast is bein' served! Get your asses up or you're not eatin'!" Coming outside the room reveals that you seem to be in an inn. There are dozens of rooms along the halls, and a massive eating space below. There are wall to wall tables stacked with food, drink, and people sitting down to eat. They may look strange and unique to some of you. There are people with elongated ears, talking dragon-folk, bird-people, and regular humans. It's a diverse crowd, boisterous and loud, laughing and joking. Before you can really catch your bearings, a friendly dwarvish woman bustles past, calling over her shoulder: "Never been to Mirabar, have you?" And, before you can really respond to her, your watch lights up. A NOTE FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD WITCH. "Oh, look at that! It worked! It actually worked! I can see . . . oh, look at you! You look fantastic! What a delightful world! I am positively green with envy!"
The noise from Astoria sounds delighted, and those who have experienced world jumps before will know that Astoria reaching out after the jump is a bit . . . unusual. Usually, she can't communicate -- and while the image is fuzzy, it is definitely there, and she's speaking rather quickly.
"I hope you enjoy your time in Faerun; the magic in that world is quite powerful, and it looks like a few of you are fitting in just fine . . . remember, find joy in the darkness, and please do your best to help these people! It seems like they just need a bit of fun. And don't forget, whatever you do, don't forget to-"
And then, the image cuts off.
Welcome to Mirabar -- a city full of magic, adventure, kayak racing, and quite a lot to do. The main central city itself, the capital, is a walled fortress, with a forest surrounding it, and a small cluster of villages outside of the walls itself. The Guard allows you to stray the perimeter of Mirabar, but anything further will get you a one-way ticket right back to the city gates. Don't worry, though! There is certainly plenty to do, both within the walled city and in the surrounding outskirts.
 LOCALITIES.Mirabar is a smaller city Faerun, but it has a rich history, a long-suffering head of state who employs adventurers on the regular, and the eager people here to meet you, employ you, and entertain you.
There are be taverns to frequent, inns to stay in, a guild to pick up adventuring jobs, farm work, mining work, welding work. The most desperate thing that Mirabar needs is for people to lend a hand. It may not be the most exciting job, but it will be appreciated. ➜ The Silver Blade is an adventuring guild is operated by a plethora of folks, but the elvish woman at the counter seems to be the one in charge. A series of tasks will be available for you to take up, ranging from deliveries through dangerous parts of the outskirts of town, to slaying monsters. The woman seems to be willing to pay in coin, so long as you bring back what she asks for. She doesn't tolerate nonsense.
➜ The Dusty Coffer is a tavern that looks to be rough-and-tumble, but full of good food, good drink, and good music. There’s a bard that lingers in the back who is willing to take on new students/performers, and can pay, too! You can get any range of fare here, and while it’s not a five-star establishment, the food and drink is delicious.
➜ The Blacksmith’s Burden doubles as a mine and a blacksmith’s forge. You can put in a day’s hard work here and buy weaponry. On one hand, you can learn how to make your own stuff! On the other hand, you can totally just buy stuff. They also sell basic tinkering tools and other materials to forge your own equipment. The entire establishment is run by an eager young half-elf named Dillon. He's missing two fingers. It was probably an accident.
➜ The Heroes' Hearth is the neighborhood inn, specifically designed to tailor to adventurer's! It is the main hub of where the Circle will be staying. You will need to pay for your rooms. They're cheap, but the keeper of the Heroes' Hearth (a delightful dwarvish woman named Hilda) is a strict mistress. She expects proper payment when payment is due! She is also a wonderful cook, and will feed you until you explode.
➜ There is a library, full of texts concerning the history of Mirabar and Faerun. There is also a fishing yard by the river. It is full of little boats and leather-strapped kayaks, which transport goods in and out of the city. There are also shops to purchase clothing, basic tools, and ingredients for spellcraft.
➜ It's a robust city with a focus on steel weaponry. You won't find a lot of magical weaponry, but you may get lucky at the Widow's Weep. It is a weird little thrift store run by an eccentric dragonborn who seems to have a lot of broken magical wares. They're cheap, but may not work correctly. There’s a ton to do, and the people of Mirabar are inclined to help you get settled in (and also help you spend your money).  TASK BOARD.There is a giant announcement board of sorts, in the center of town, where the patrons and workers in Mirabar can put up jobs for hire. Suspiciously, the task board seems to be centrally positioned outside of The Silver Blade, the adventurer's guild. Almost as if the guild wants to check out whoever is looking at the tasks . . .
All of the below tasks can be taken up by an unlimited number of people, so if you see a bunch of people signing up for a task you really want to play out - don't be discouraged! Also, remember to submit your work submissions to the appropriate thread on the OOC post.THE SILVER BLADE: Adventurer's Guild.↠ "The village neighboring our own has asked for our help. Predators taken up residence and have been attacking farmers and travelers. Beware, for they are wolf-like creatures, equipped with poisonous fangs and impeccable hearing. It’s your job to evacuate the village, take care of the threat and ensure that nobody gets caught in the crossfire. Need 2-4 Adventurers; the work is difficult. Will pay 100 GP per wolf head, 500 GP max reward."
↠ "The alleged “prison” in Darkwood hardly serves its purpose. A group of prisoners escaped, and you've got to put them back where they belong. Far from a surprise when thieves run this town. Just one prisoner will do, unless you’re desperate for coin. Be careful; they’re seasoned rogues and will do anything to escape your grasp. 100 GP dead, 500 GP alive. We would prefer the idiot alive."
↠ “A woman named Fionn lives across Blackwater Bridge — she needs you to deliver a satchel of love letters to a man who will remain unnamed. It’s a secret, you see. She would take them herself, but she her family is too prestigious for her to afford any...gossip. The journey will require you to go through the Nymph’s Forest, and they have a knack of casting mind altering spells. This will be a bit of a recurring thing, so try not to read them, will you? 50 GP for delivery, minus 5 GP for every love letter lost. No reimbursements for injuries."
↠ “There are a particular set of nasty creatures that are inhabiting the eaves in the nearby Temple. Ordinarily, I would tell the priest to deal with it, but he seems to be convinced that they’re of an evil nature. I personally think they are just bats, but check them out, will you? Apparently they spew some sort of acid. I would bring a coat. 5 GP per 5 sets of bat wings. Bonus 15 GP if you bring one back alive."
↠ “This is a bit of an unsavory task, but...if you’re willing to betray the law a bit, you’ll be rewarded appropriately. An aristocrat in Zledfield is in possession of a prized, ethereal jewel that once belonged to the Convocation of Witches and Wizards of our city. It’s incredibly powerful and enables one to harness any power they might desire with a single tough. But he’s stolen it, and we need to steal it back. Sneak into his manor and return to us safely. Try to avoid the guards. And the attack gryffons. And the mote. And the very man himself. 2500 GP available for the successful retrieval of the gem.” THE DUSTY COFFER: Tavern.↠ “Come hither, ladies, gentlemen and everything in between! Looking for the richest of riches? Put on a play that brings in the crowd. We were thinking, ah...what was it? Romulus and Judith? Or Hamlamb, Aladjinn, oh...whatever strikes your fancy. Just make sure it’s good! 8 SP per performance, plus tips!”
↠ “Hey. You hear about Rhug’s warning? The man who runs this joint? He’s been complainin’ about how the mead’s been going missing...well, I know you need the coin — not hard to tell from how you look. I’ve been selling it under the table for a steal, and let’s just say my pockets have been fuller than ever. You help me smuggle some out and you’ll get a good cut of my profits. 50 GP per load, cut in half if you lose some product.”
↠ “We’re always in need of bartenders and cooks, and our last cook enchanted our damn cutlery. It keeps singing and dancing in the kitchens, like it’s some kind of musical. Bards . . . anyway, we’d appreciate the help trying to tame them. Looks like singing along with them shuts them up for a time, but we’ve got to get food out sooner rather than later. 8 SP for a night's work, plus tips."
↠ “Some of patrons keep bringin’ their kids around here, but we can’t serve the little ones. But there’s no point in throwing a good customer to the wind, is there? We’ve got a big room upstairs. Babysit for the night and you’ll get something good out of it...we can negotiate. Reward is 8 CP per kid, plus a free round of drinks for you and your mates.” THE BLACKSMITH'S BURDEN: Mining/Forging.↠ "We’re in desperate need of ore, and the caves have got some sort of flying bat-things wanderin’ about… lady down at the Silver Blade says they’re just bats, but the priest has got ‘em too, and I’m tellin’ you, those fucking things aren’t bats. They melt your steel and everything . . . anyway, bring up some ore for us, and we’ll pay you in weaponry, if you like."
↠ “We’ve got a big order from the Council to make a bunch of decorations to throw up around the lamp fixtures, for the big festival . . .and we need a lot of painting done. Grab a brush and help us paint up these lamp posts in our colors, and careful not to mix them up! We don’t need bright yellow garish lookin’ stuff, alright? We'll give you some supplies and 5 CP an hour worked.”
↠ “Created a new sword fit for dragon slayin’. I want to see it in action — you mind using it in the local tournament comin’ up this week? Win and they’ll give you a handsome earning. Lose and well, you’ll still get somethin’ from me...a win win situation, ain’t it? 150 GP for winning the tournament, win-lose, you get the sword."
↠ "We've got rats. They're fuckin' everywhere. I'm thinking Rodrick had somethin' to do with it, pissed off that sorceress at the Silver Blade proper . . . anyway, I'll give you 5 CP per rat. I'll double it if you drop it off on her doorstep."
THE FISHING YARD: And surrounding areas.↠ “Help me…! I’m a failure of a sorceress...my love potion fell flat. But my presentation is in an hour...if you could just — if you and a friend of yours could just...take a sip in front of the audience and pretend like you’re MADLY in love, I’ll pay you well! I promise! Both of you! And I’ll create any kind of potion you desire...the other ones work just fine, I assure you!”
↠ “I need some fisherman ready to catch The Big One . . . or that’s what I call the little bastard evadin’ me. It’s a big beauty, with rainbow scales and big teeth . . . I just want the meat, but I’ll give you the scales and teeth, plus treat you to dinner with a friend if you help me catch it!”
↠ “Boat races, boat races! We need to practice for the big race at the festival! We’re testing out a new type of kayak, and sure, it might have a few . . . buoyancy problems, but that’s what we need you lot to test it for, yeah? We’ll pay you 9 SP per ride, 1 GP if you win the race without sinking, and you get to test drive a new enterprise!”
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He'd run into Keith on his way to the blacksmith and after the initial confusion of their new appearances, he'd decided to tag along to check out weapons. Maes wasn't sure how much he would need them since he had some pretty deadly looking claws and teeth, but he really wasn't sure how he felt about using them.
It shouldn't have surprised him that Keith walked out with a new sword to test for an upcoming tournament. Maes would have to raise more coin before he could afford the nicer daggers, but he wanted to help and for some reason he did have a set of longer daggers on his person when he'd woken up (definitely not the push daggers he typically used).]
I'm game.
[Normally he wouldn't be so eager, but he'd been feeling restless almost all day. Something to do with his Shifter nature?]
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And when Maes agrees, Keith doesn't bother hiding a grin.]
Great. I bet we can find some place on the edge of town we won't be in anyone's way.
[He's curious about what Maes' knew form means for his fighting style and skills. Hell, he's curious what it means for his, too.]
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We are near the woods. There's a clearing just before you get to it. That'd probably be a pretty good spot.
[He glances around to orient himself and then starts showing the way they need to go. It's about a ten minute walk from their current location, so Maes asks.]
So what are your feelings on this whole 'transformation' thing? Are you adjusting okay?
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[Keith falls into step with Maes. And he takes a moment to take a good look at his friend. They're both definitely all sorts of changed by this world. And when the question comes, Keith nods.]
It might sound weird, but... it feels pretty natural.
[He looks down at himself, the strange hue of his skin.] The light thing is a pain in the ass. But other than that...
[He looks up at Maes now.] What about you?
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I'll admit, I was a little upset at first. It was less to do with the form and more to do with the fact that once again a pretty important piece of information was left out of the informal debriefing I received.
[He shakes his head dismissing the reminder of that annoyance. Her message hadn't helped.
Otherwise I'd say it's taken me a little time to adjust, but not as long as I would have thought. I don't know if I'd say it feels natural, that's a little harder to wrap my ahead around, but it's...comfortable. Maybe even a little fun.
[He enjoys how powerful he feels and how easy it is to move. He'd thought having the strangely shaped feet and claws would be a hindrance to that ability, and while he hasn't tested it fully yet, he's fairly certain he's faster and stronger like this than he ever was as a human.]
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[Keith mutters. More and more he becomes convinced that Astoria is deliberately screwing with them. That has to be the answer, right? No one can actually be that... whatever the right word is. All powerful but also oblivious?
He nods in agreement to what Maes says next.]
Yeah. there are parts that are kind of cool. That's true. [Then, curiosity getting the better of it.] What can you do?
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[There didn't seem to be a need to do it in town and there was a lot of information at the library that he hadn't had a chance to read up more on Shifters.]
Anyway, I'm not sure the rest has to do with being a Shifter, but I suddenly seem to know how to cast spells and play a lute too.
[He gestures with his thumb at the lute he'd been toting around on his back.]
What about you? What have you figured out so far?
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[HUH. Musical talent is something Keith would not have expected anyone to wake up with. It's interesting though, and it makes him wonder if it's related to anything else.]
There are a few... spells, I guess? That's what I think I'd have to call them.
[But by far the best thing is,] I can take different shapes though. I've been a wolf so far. It's... fun.
[Then something else strikes him and he frowns.] On the downside, light makes my eyes hurt. A lot. I can't see great when it's bright.
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[He could sing his little girl to sleep, but instruments had never really been an interest for him. He kind of enjoys it now, but he'd still prefer the blade to anything.]
Apparently Shifters don't really take on entirely animal forms, despite what's implied by the name, but I bet that would be pretty fun to do.
[Maes wonders if that's a part of having dark vision, but recalls he also has that and hasn't had any problems with the light.]
Ouch. That explains the hood. Do you think if we found a shaded place in the woods you would do better? How dark does it have to be to not hurt your eyes?
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[Which is super weird, for the record. Keith doesn't know what to make of that exactly.]
Changing form is pretty great, yeah.
[He can't do anything with wings or he'd never leave the sky. So maybe it's for the best he can't.]
Shade helps. Bright light is the worst. I think as long as we're out of direct sunlight I should be good.
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[He was mostly curious at this point. Figuring things out and learning wasn't just Roy's thing after all. Maes liked to poke at information as well. He'd stopped by the library earlier, but there was so much to get through he'd only barely begun.
About that time, their walking had brought them just outside the city and Maes directed them towards a clearing.]
Here we are. I haven't sparred in awhile, should we set up some kind of perimeter or not worry about being so official?
[He asks because Keith is supposed to be getting ready for some tournament or something.]
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[Nothing bothered him honestly. He was too busy getting used to being in a new shape and geeking out a bit about how cool it was. Go figure.
Keith heads into the clearing, turning in a slow circle.]
Trees are off limits? That gives us a good amount of space.
[And even though it's a sword tournament he's practicing for, he adds,] Remind me to show you the knives my mother made for me.
[Out of Temple silverware. Shh.]
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[He was really starting to wonder if he really even knew what that meant any more. Sometimes Maes misses when his life was normal. Maes pulls out twin daggers, much longer than the push knives he typically wielded.]
Oh yeah? I think I saw her making one of those outside the temple...can't be sure it was the same one.
[She'd definitely been messing with shaping something out of metal when he'd run across her.]
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[Here. Back home. Life used to be simple. Before Lion ships and galactic wars. But it wasn't better. Keith wouldn't trade the chaos. Even this craziness with Astoria, well... isn't that worth it in its own way, given the people he's met? Like Maes.]
You met her, huh?
[Not surprised so much -- Krolia has undoubtedly mentioned it -- but fishing a bit for Maes' impression. Keith draws the borrowed sword and lets it swing in a quick controlled arc, testing the weight and balance of it in his grip. Not bad.]
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[Maes smiles, thinking back to the image of baby Keith. He takes a stance a few paces away from Keith. He's not used to this type of sparring himself, but apparently something in this new form is because he eases into a fighting stance.]
Ready when you are...
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[This is the first time in his life that he's ever felt that "oh god baby pictures" feeling and it's... actually it's amazing is what it is. Keith is fighting a smile.
It takes him a moment to get his head back into the game. Sparring. Right. He's got this.]
Ready. Let's go.
[Keith sees that stance though. How about that? Extra interesting. He'll make the first move, a feint to the right before he shifts his weight and drops the blade, coming up from the left instead.]
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[He grins, but no point in lingering on the topic. It's not like Keith had a lot of photos he could have seen.
Besides, it's time to focus on the task at hand. Maes is quick to react, bringing up his daggers to block the feint. Apparently he picked up on the movement to trick him. Maes pushes back, swiping up with one of the two daggers.]
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He doesn't hesitate even as he's blocked, moving in a spin to reverse his momentum, blade coming up again. Keith is quick and has an impressive supply of stamina, and that's what he relies on -- or has anyway, given the whole larger stronger alien opponents he's used to.
But his own body is a little different now, and he frowns. Hmm. Not quite as quick as he's used to. He'll have to compensate. And even if he's focusing on sword work, the memories that aren't quite his are running through helpful spells. ...but no he's not going to zap Maes with lightning that seems rude and Maes is a dear friend who is better not fried.]
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He catches Keith's movement and his timing to respond is perfect, a dagger once again flicking into place to stop the blow. He pushes back against Keith, trying to throw him off balance.]