Module:RPG/Adventuring Preparation.json

[   {        "posts": [ {               "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  made his appearence in a wooden building: a local village tavern serving sub-par alcohol, serving more as a meeting place for mercenaries and heroes-for-hire, than truly its intended purpose. The knight, dressed in chainmail armour, makes his entrance, opening the door to sit down by the bar - both for one last drink before embarking on his quest to Castle Tarjeng, but also to see, if there are any willing adventurers to hire, as he came all by himself. He was given a budget, in case he needs to hire extra muscle, but even so, the promise of dividing up the treasure should be plentiful already, given the riches an old ruined castle might contain. As such, he took his steps towards where alcohol was being served, sitting down, and pinching a few coins in exchange for a glass of wine. And now the looking game begins, to see, if there are willing adventurers ready to join his party - which is a one-man party at this moment, but he hopes it won\u0026apos;t be for long.\n", "date": "2021-11-24T17:14:35.000+01:00", "hun": false, "streamlinedDate": true, "unixTimestamp": 1637770475, "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond" },           {                "content": "Christina Val Morith  sighed as she headed through hte town, still annoyed at how much the local herbalists were charging for reagents, being from a place so filled with mages and magic meant cheaper more competitive prices....but out in the \u0026apos;sticks\u0026apos; like this she always ended up spending more than expected. SHe stood out in the rustic surroundings, the only part of her fine outfit that even looked worn or weathered were her boots and even then they were still in great condition. Pushing the door to the local tavern open she immediatly scrunched her nose for a moment or two at both the sight and smell, not exactly somewhere she would usually go...but there weren\u0026apos;t many options and she needed to sit for a little while and maybe get some water, although by the look of the mugs on the tables she passed that was less and less likely. She got more than a few looks from the various mercenaries, some decently armored and dressed while others very much looked like they had never had a decent find in their lives, hopefully she would manage to get in and out un-acosted and not have to burn anything down.\n",               "date": "2021-11-24T17:21:15.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1637770875,                "user": "Christina Val Morith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  wasn\u0026apos;t exactly sure what to look for. After all, what sets an adventurer truly apart from a regular peon? Luckily, his answer came right banging through the door: a mage? No, no, no, he can\u0026apos;t be so sure already. Then was it a noblewoman? She was certainly dressed far better than pretty much everyone else here, that is for sure. \u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cem\u003E~ Maybe she is the one.... I\u0026apos;ll definitely need someone with Arcane Magic... ~\u003C/em\u003E he thought to himself, drinking the wine he has received, while eyeing the newcomer. He was wondering what would be the perfect moment to approach her and actually ask her, if she would be willing to join him on his adventure - after all, he was yet to see her do anything noteworthy, besides getting dirty looks from the mercenaries already here. So he figured, he\u0026apos;d play the waiting game, and wait for her to get closer, or to order some alcohol. His plan was to make it his treat, as a way of grabbing her attention. Will it work? Only time will tell!\n",               "date": "2021-11-24T17:28:41.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1637771321,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Christina Val Morith  eventually made her way to a table off in the corner and sat herself down, staff and satchel well within reach. All she ordered when the barmaid came over was tea, at least that way she knew the water would be sterile. While it had been a little over a year she had spent on the road she was still not quite used to the life of an adventurer, sure she loved the freedom and the research she got to do first hand....but home had its comforts, mostly comfortable seats and clean utensils. Once her little earthen pot and mug had arrived she smiled and paied before pulling out a book and spreading a little map over the table, it was about time she decided on where her actual next destination was rather than aimlessly wandering.\u003Cbr\u003EShe quickly became engrosed in what she was doing, ocasionally frowning and shaking her head before flipping a page. One of the locals eventually made a move to talk to her, not that she noticed at first, in his annoyance he made the mistake of trying to snatch the book off of her, which in fairness did get her attention zoned in on him. One of her delicate hands lifting up and her fingers extending out, the other lifting and closing to a fist. The book snatching from his hand and flying onto his table with a light glow around it, while the potential ruffian and interupter was sent flying backwards into a near by wall. Nodding she simply lifted her book once more and went back to looking between it and her map with hte ocasional sip of what passed for tea.\n",               "date": "2021-11-24T17:39:37.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1637771977,                "user": "Christina Val Morith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  \u0026apos;s plan did not work - the mage elected to sit by a table, ordering from a barmaid. Well, so much for plan A, eh? Plan B it is then, or so he thought. He decided to stand up and make his way to the table Christina was sitting at, asking a rather straightforward question in his monotone, bassy voice - \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Mind if I sit here and have a word with thee?\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E - and that was all he said. He was not one to mince words, especially not after seeing what happened to the other sod who was sent against the wall by this wizardess. \u003Cbr\u003EStephanus was dressed in chainmail, augmented by a breastplate, metal pauldrons, much of his armour covered in a tunic that had his order\u0026apos;s symbol on it. It was quite unmistakable, that he was a paladin, a member of a holy knightly order, definitely not someone to be messed around with. He glared at the ruffian who was smashed into the wall on the sorcerress\u0026apos; behest, causing him to flee in shame. Then Stephanus looked back at Christina with his azure-blue eyes, making a slight smile as the little troublemaker disappeared.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Little bandits... Always making trouble when there\u0026apos;s enough already....\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he stated, still waiting for his answer by Christina. Why would a paladin like him try to speak to a magician like her?\n",               "date": "2021-11-24T17:45:19.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1637772319,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            },            {                "content": "Christina Val Morith  looked up this time when she heard the voice, a frown on that soft and pretty face that made her eyes appear more cold. Looking the man over she softened just a little, he was at least dressed in decent looking armor and seemed to known how to bathe and care for himself...unlike the scruffy man still picking himself up off the floor before he was sent scurrying. She had run into a few men like this over the year, often attached to some contingent of soldiers, mercenary group or generally some form or organisation.\u003Cbr\u003E\u0026quot;I have found that many locals away from the cities tend to view someone like me as an easy target, one little show of magic tends to set them straight....or get me chased out of town. Although that one was particularily indocrinated by some backwards religion.\u0026quot; She gave a little shrug, doing the man the curtousy of at least closing her book at looking at him as she motioned to one of the empty chairs.\n",               "date": "2021-11-24T17:54:13.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1637772853,                "user": "Christina Val Morith"            },            {                "content": "Stephanus Tavilrond  raised his eyebrows somewhat upon Christina\u0026apos;s monologue, as he wasn\u0026apos;t exactly sure what she was talking about. Still, he followed her signal and sat down with his bottle of wine, taking one glug from it, before taking his metal-clad hands onto the table, and getting to the point. \u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;Now-now, I am not one to mince words, milady, but I may have an opportunity for thee...\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said, as he made even more noise by taking his hand into his haversack to pick out a piece of paper from it, which appeared to be an instruction to visit a dungeon rather close, defeat a necromancer, bring back a treasure for a reward, and a map, indicating the location where he needed to go - practically a few hours of walk away from this forsaken village.\u003Cbr\u003E\u003Cspan style=\"font-weight: bold;\"\u003E\u0026quot;I can assure thee, my master can reward thee handsomely... if thou art willing to take up my offer.\u0026quot;\u003C/span\u003E he said with a monotone, almost robotic voice. Then one more glug of the wine, as he raised the bottle against his lips. It was a bit of a contrasting sign - he was speaking extra-formally, presenting the offer like a professional, speaking with a voice that almost completely lacked any sort of tonality, which one might think would indicate extreme sobreity - yet he was there, drinking alcohol casually, as if it was water.\n",               "date": "2021-11-24T18:00:35.000+01:00",                "hun": false,                "streamlinedDate": true,                "unixTimestamp": 1637773235,                "user": "Stephanus Tavilrond"            }        ],        "sectionName": "The Wounded Lion Inn"    } ]