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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It won't be easy at any rate. [She pulls free her copy of the board notice from a pouch, holding the rolled parchment open with index finger and thumb.]
'Wolf-like', with poisoned fangs. And good enough hearing that simply sneaking up on them's no good unless you can be truly silent. [a frown; she's trying to think what manner of beast they could be facing here...]
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[Waver peaks over Vex's shoulder, his eyes skimming all of the options. He's got no love for the idea of babysitting, and some of the other tasks seem far better suited to someone who isn't him.]
Acid's probably easier to defend against though, and the bats are tied down to one particular space. I guess they could be viewed as training up towards the wolves?
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She doesn't blame him for being reticent regarding the "wolves", either. Instead, there's a thoughtful not. ]
They certainly could. Good pratice to get used to what abilities we have here. I'm usually an archer, so.. [there's a light pat at the pistols holstered at her hips] I'm sure practice will make perfect. How about you?
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[Smart Waver. You're the best sorcerer, obviously.]
We may as well try. Is there directions to the temple they're at on there?
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Then bats it is.
I believe the temple is over on the east side of town, we can head over that way if we follow this road around the edge of town.
[ She's already moving as she says this, rolling the scroll back up and stowing it with the fluid motion of one well practiced at such activities. ]
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Funny how that tends to work out for him.
As they move along to the temple, Waver clears his throat once.]
Can I ask what you ended up getting in terms of powers or abilities?
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I still have some knowledge of being a ranger, but.. Waking up, I know that's not what I can do here. I seem to have exchanged weapon proficiency with my--with Percival.
[ Her rather fancy bow has been curiously absent from her back, but from a hip holster she pulls a pistol, no doubt archaic-seeming in design to Waver's modern sensibilities, but no less deadly. ]
He's not best pleased, for his own reasons, but I can't say I'm not curious to see how well they work.
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So...okay, firearms. You ended up exchanging one form of shooting with another. That's sort of the same wheelhouse. [He's careful as the gun's pulled out, but that doesn't diminish Waver's curiosity either.]
He got your Ranger abilities then? Seems like someone's just playing a mean joke on you both.
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I can think of far worse jokes. [her head shakes, before she motions with her right hand: down this path, off the main road.] And not exactly the meanest thing to have happened to us since meeting Astoria.
How about you? How different are these new spells of yours?
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[Waver considers the answer for a moment, then tries to explain it.]
It's more than I can do with any of my magic from home. That stuff requires a lot of careful prep time, chemicals, equipment, and all other sorts of stuff. With the magic from Astoria, there's less preparation involved, but I'm also more limited in the type of magic I can do, since apparently it's not enough to just be a sorcerer. I have to be a storm one.
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Hmm. I don't know a great deal about magic beyond some minor healing, or did anyway, along with some nature spells. But I know several friends who needed components before they could cast certain signature spells, and had to spend time with rituals for others. I don't think I've ever encountered a storm-specific one, though.
[ Ahead, the temple comes into view, its design starkly different to the rest of the town's buildings and walls. No markings for gods that Vex recognises, however. At least not at this distance and angle. ]
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Yeah, I'm...this is all weird to me. The needing components for spells part I understand, at the very least.
[Waver's eyes are on the temple, but mostly trying to pick out it's higher points and determine where the windows are at those spots.]
Looks like a pretty good place for normal bats to roost too.
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Do you have enough on you for this? Or would you prefer to double back and check one of the stores here in town?
It is. It's quite lovely. Whatever god this happens to be for must be pleased, anyway. [she frowns thoughtfully] We can scope out at ground level, look for signs of anything acidic. With any luck, if the bats are as bad as the priest thinks, they'll likely emerge to protect their territory.
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[Famous last words, Waver Velvet.
But to real practicality . Waver considers the plan carefully for a moment or so, then nods.]
Ground level. Acid should have tell tale marks on the ground, that'll at least give us a path they normally travel if they decide to not put in an appearance themselves.
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Ground it is. Trinket, dear? [she turns to her bear, reaching a hand over to scritch behind one ear] Would you mind seeing if you can find any odd smells on the earth for me?
[ She waves him forward, and the bear obediently trudges ahead. If he can't smell a bat, then in the very least, he'll probably find guano before they do. And this gives them a chance to keep eyes up and open from the rear. ]
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He stands aside to let Trinket pass, and after that, Waver's own head turns downward. It's as he said, acid ought to leave traces. So he squats down to get a better look, fingers carefully tracing over the floor.
A bat ought to fly in and out of a cave from the same direction, so the near entrance of the temple is a logical place to look. He fingers stop as there's a dip in the flooring, and Waver lets out a soft noise of surprise.]
I think I've found the end of their flight path.
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The surprised noise Waver has her stepping around him, and staring at the floor, at the wear and tear pattern made by the dissolution of stone. ]
And they've been here a while. That they've only really started being a nuisance to the locals now means it could be a--
[a rumble from Trinket interrupts, and a look to her bear sees him staring up above their heads. he shows off his fangs and growls, mincing forwards, and her gaze snaps up. To where dark 'blobs' detach from the ceiling, the gleam of reddened eyes fixing on the two humanoids below. ]
...Ah. They're awake.
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[Only Waver's head and eyes move upward, and they do so slowly. He doesn't know how motion sensitive these things are, but he absolutely is not going to take chances.
It is at that point he knows that if there's one spell he must make use of right now, it is the shield ability that he has acquired. That one is an instant thing, but the question of raidus is not something that he knows yet. So, very carefully and very quietly, Waver whispers over to Vex:]
Get closer, I think I've got something that can help avoid the worst of the acid.
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[ So long as it covers them both, at least! Slowly, Vex steps back, even as Trinket remains where he is, still growling. A bit more range doesn't hurt where her pistols are concerned, though she'd prefer not to be responsible for too much damage done to the temple itself.. ]
If you have something that could hit all of them at once, I say cast that now. We'll sort out individual shots after.
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Uh, maybe not all, but a decent section? Let me think....
[That's the other issue in all of this: he's still working on remembering what's available to him. Options, options....
Thunderwave!]
Okay, uh. We'll see if this works.
[Another word said, and what rolls off of Waver is a wave of terrifying force. It sweeps outward and even upward, the sheer might of it causing bats to fall from their perches and their flight paths and away from them both.
When it's done, Waver blinks in real surprise, then turns to Vex.]
I guess that works?
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[ She's seen thunderwave before, but it's always been debatable on how successful Scanlan could cast it when needed. As it is, her left pistol is pulled as the creatures to fall, stunned, and she lines a shot as she's seen Percy do. As false muscle memory dictates to her.
KRACK! The pistol is far louder than she expected, and there's quite a kick to it! None the less, there's a shrill noise from the bat she struck, and it lands with a wet thud, wing torn asunder. That's...one down, on a more more permanent basis, then. ]
And that's one!
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[Waver's eyes go up to where that bat came from. And then they go wide, because one is one out of a metric fuck ton.]
Fuck. Uh.
[He has something else. He knows it, and the only reason Waver knows it is that he's looked down and noticed a little bit of dried bat shit on the ground.]
I've got something else I can try, but it's gonna smell for a second or two.
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Less swearing, more casting! We can worry about smell later!
[ Said as Vex pulls her second pistol free of its holster, backing up a step so she doesn't hit him by mistake in the event of a misfire. She doesn't, but two shots do go wide, shattering stone in one case.
She'll wince at that later. As it is, Trinket rears and snaps his jaws, catching one bat and savaging it with a shake of his head. ]
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[Bat shit and sulpher. It's a hell of a combination, but Waver picks up some of the dried guano off the floor, adds sulpher to the mix, and turns his gaze and his hands upwards.
A few words. A pause. Then...
FWOOSH!
Waver's actually thrown backwards when he casts fireball, landing neatly on his ass a few feet away as the flame rolls out. Bats on fire, it turns out, have a very distinct smell. Gross barbecue, as it turns out.]
Did....did that get any of them?
[He asks as there's a bunch of burnt bat bodies on the ground.]
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The bats aren't half as lucky, and the handful that weren't direct in line squeak in smokey distress, attempting to retreat higher as many of their number collapse to the ground below. It's an unpleasant sizzling noise to boot.
Yeah. Yeah, that did it. [she turns, eyes wide, before giving Waver a huge grin] That was amazing!
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