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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[Given the board. And here he is, holding Hunk up -- full on Simba on Pride Rock style -- and looking at the board over his head.] I think teaming up is the right idea.
[And just for the record.] If I've learned anything since I've known you, it's not to underestimate you. No matter what size you might be.
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You can set me down. I got a look. We should talk about what job we think we'd be best at.
[As soon as he's back on the ground, he continues.]
I think the first thing we need to figure out is, aside from our new races, we need to know what other abilities we have. That can help us pick a job we'll be better suited to.
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[That's what he's got there. But Keith nods and sets Hunk back down on his feet.] I can do some magic. I'm still figuring how far that goes.
[So far? It's odd. But also...] And I can turn into animals. I've been wolf so far.
[It was great, Hunk. It was the best thing.]
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[Hunk wasn't sure he wanted to be in any kind of spotlight anyway. He considers the other missions he'd seen up there. Hunk looks down at his hands.]
I don't think it's magic...but I'm pretty sure I can feel an energy flowing through me. I can do something with that I think.
[It wasn't incantations, he's pretty sure there would have been spells in his head to pull from if that were the case. That's how it had been when he'd briefly been Block. This was different, it was a little like feeling the warmth when he healed people, except now it was a constant flow. He looks back up at Keith.]
Oh man, that sounds really cool Keith!
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[Keith echoes because that sounds intriguing. But he guesses Hunk doesn't know exactly. Maybe they can figure it out.
There are spells in his head, but all of them pale in comparison to being able to run around as a wolf. He thinks he can probably manage another animal too if he tried, but he'll figure that out.]
It confused the heck out of my wolf though.
[Space wolf good boy did not know what to make of that at first.]
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[He nods.]
I can imagine. You'll have to show me sometime...maybe on one of these missions.
[Okay, so maybe not going to fight anything TOO powerful, but something to allow them to get a feel for their abilities.]
We could try to help with either of those pest infestations, the bats or the rats.
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[Because it sounds like Hunk might make for an impressive fighter, despite the diminutive size that he's found himself stuck in in this world.]
Pest control works for me.
[He can do that.] Rats?
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Okay. I've been by the blacksmith already so that shouldn't be a problem.
[He turns to lead but then stops as he catches sight again of how busy the town seems to be, with mostly people Keith's size and not his own. For a town that has a shortage of help, there still seems to be a lot of bustle. Hunk doesn't want to lose Keith in the crowd.]
Ah...maybe stick close?
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Right, yeah. Let's keep together.
[No getting separated little buddy! Keith glances down and shakes his head.] This is going to take some getting used to, huh? All around I mean. For me too.
[He still doesn't exactly recognize himself in the mirror, which is jarring.]
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[Hunk continues walking, this time doing his level best to keep apace of Keith. He finds it easier to navigate the crowds this way at least. He looks up. he'd been so wrapped up in his own changes he hadn't properly considered how Keith might feel about his own.]
Oh. Are you okay? Is it because you're blue now?
[He's strangely reminded of when Keith found out he was part Galra. Keith had had a hard time with that as well, not that Hunk could really blame him in that regard. That had to have been a shock, but for the most part Keith had seemed to come to terms with that, as had the rest of the team.
Was this like that in some ways? He decides to try a joke.]
I know you see yourself as more of a red or black guy, but I think you could pull off just about any color if you wanted to.
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[Keith says than freezes momentarily, as if to make sure Pidge isn't around to have heard and about to spring out. But it seems to be safe. So on they go.]
I guess, yeah. A few othe-- [Then Hunk's other words catch him and he blinks at him before well, cracking a smile with a sake of his head, a quiet laugh. Okay, Hunk.] Thanks, I think? Honestly I'm just surprised it's not purple.
[Keith remains the least purple Galra ever to Galra.]
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[Well, he got a smile at least, so he'll take it.]
I think I have seen some purple people around...not many though, but when you're purple among a lot of tan it stands out. I'd say most of the population here is a mix of human, dwarf, and half-elves, a few gnomes and halflings too...though not as many.
[As he walks, he tries to point out examples to Keith of each race and of course there are other more exotic species among the crowd as well: tieflings, tabaxi, and other more bizarre appearances. Although, for Keith and Hunk this probably isn't much different than being on a hub planet where various species intermingle and work together.
Hunk eventually spots the familiar street and nudges Keith (normally an action he would take with Keith's arm, but at his current height it's a nudge to his hip).]
There it is. That's the Blacksmith's shop where the rat's are supposed to be.
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Yeah. I mean technically I think I'm half-elf... just... a blue sort of elf who hates the sunlight.
[A shrug. He's working with it.] Maes wound up... furry. Still mostly human-looking though.
[So Hunk's observation stands. Keith nods along, interested enough in the folks they walk by. Because yeah, it is a bit like wandering around one coalition planet or another, where all sorts of peoples are mixed in together.
He likes it. However, now it is business time.]
...I wonder how big these rats are.
[He glances down at Hunk with a grin.] Because the idea I have means you'd... be the taller one.
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[Hunk blinks and looks up at Keith, turning away from the blacksmith shop for a second.]
What do you mean?
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[Keith begins, but honestly showing instead of telling seems easier.
So he'll show Hunk. In between one step and then another, he goes from being half-drow and person shaped to a small, fluffy black cat. Rat's worst nightmare, clearly. If they're abnormally big rats he can always change back.]
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Oh!
[His eyes are wide and then he breaks out into a grin.]
Oh oh oh! You're a cat! That's so cute. [Beat.] Buuuut also helpful! Because of the rats. That makes sense.
[Hunk knows they have a job to do, so he should probably stay focused. He pulls the door open, poking his head in to look for Dillon.]
Hey Dillon? Are you here? We've come to take care of your rat problem.
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And just to be helpful he calls out in a loud meow as well.
Dillon steps into view and stops. Uh.] Yeah? You and the cat?
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[Hunk sounds pretty confident about that. He honestly can't imagine how hard catching rats can be and with a cat to help...well that's what cats do best right? This was Keith as a cat too. That would certainly work to their advantage.]
The job is still available right? Where should we start?