The City of Splendours

[Dungeon Master]

Date : Ches the 18th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location: Docks of Waterdeep
Time : Midday
Weather: Raining


Its approaching midday as the boat starts the approach to Waterdeep, the city a shinning jewel in the grey and the white of the mountains and cliffs surrounding it. Its easy to see even from this distance why the cities location was chosen, it rests on a natural plateau above the cliffs on the land side, its large natural harbour being sloped from the eponymous mountain that dominates the centre of the city. The mountain itself is so imposing that it casts a shadow across the city, protecting it from the worst of the winter weather. On the very top of the mountain is a large castle can be seen for miles, dominating the city from its pedestal above.

Approaching the docks, the adventurers see the ramshackle Dock Ward, the old buildings almost built on top of each other. Clean yet still having a feeling of grime that wasnt seen in Neverwinter. It could be just an aura, it could be just a feeling but the natives in the group know that no matter how clean the Dungsweepers Guild make the city, there's an element that will never be clean. Maybe the city itself was founded in grime......

Arriving at the Docks in the bright light of midday, the group can see all sorts of dockers, sailors and marines wandering about. The captain waves you off the boat, the passengers are left standing at the docks waiting.

OOC- Im leaving this Vague, there are enough of you who know Waterdeep. Cath is a native. Zeric and Dace have visited, you have maps and a "how to". Some characters have ideas, some dont. So post away....

[Cathmhaol]

Cathmhaol saluted the Captain and strolled down the gangplank. He stood and waited for the rest of the Daggers to join him on the dockside and said, "Anyone for a pint? I think it's Zeric's round!"

[Rumbleskin Ironeater]

<Rumbleskin>

"Aye, I'll join ye fer that beer. An' p'raps ye can tell me somat o' this here city... It's a might bigger than in my day!"

[Dace]

Dace nodded as he leant against the rail, glad to be heading back to shore. "A drink wouldn't go amiss, Cathmhaol." He shrugged his shoulders and neck back into his leather harnesses and cape, welcoming their familiarity. "I haven't been here for months. I dare say it hasn't changed in that time." he smiled warmly at the Dwarf.

[Zeric]

Zeric looked around at the squalour of the Dock Ward, noting the contrast between it and the magnificence of Castle Waterdeep, nestled on the slopes of Mount Waterdeep to his left. Also to his left, in the foreground, lay the Naval Docks, with its cluster of warships of this 'jewel' of the Sword Coast North.

The stench of fish lay heavily in his nostrils and what the uninitiated called the smell of the sea, which Zeric had noted, was something not experienced unless within sight of land. He preferred to think of it as the smell of land - of squashed-together humanity, of rotting seaweed, of the byproducts of civilisation. He enjoyed it now, as much as he had when he'd first visited, with his half-twin; Throgbur.

He paused, taking in a deep lungful of the fetid air, half-convinced he could smell the traitor on the light breeze - probably his imagination...

He broke off from his reverie - Cathmhaol was saying something. Probably about alcohol, if he knew the warrior. He heard Rumbleskin's reply and that confirmed his thought. Ah, well...

"I suggest finding lodgings, Cath," he announced. "Then you can concentrate upon oiling your voiceboxes."

[Dungeon Master]

Better?

[Dungeon Master]

OOC- heres a run down from the map above, ive only included Inns, Taverns and Festhalls.

26 - mermaids Arms (festhall)
11 - The Ships Prow (Inn)
12 - Thirsty Sailor (Tavern)
21 - Muleskull Tavern
8 - Splintered Stair
9 - Blackstar Tavern
15 - Warm Beds (inn)
22 - Hanging Lantern Festhall
27 - Blue Mermaid Tavern
23 - Sleeping Wench Tavern

[Cathmhaol]

Raising an eyebrow to Dace and Rumblie, Cathmhaol turned round to Zeric. "The Warm Beds is a couple o' minutes that way," pointing vaguely up the street, "Why don't we try that?"

[Rumbleskin Ironeater]

<Rumbleskin>

Wobbling slightly as he steps up onto the gangplank, Rumbleskin says "You lead, I'll follow... Ahh, 'tis good to be on dry land again!"

That said, Rumbleskin yawns, breathes in deeply and stretches to the accompanyment of the screaching of his rusty armour.

[Dungeon Master]

You make your way with no problems to the Warm Beds

[Cathmhaol]

Cathmhaol pushed open the door and led the Daggers inside. He blinked to accustom his eyes to the light and crossed the room to the bar.

"Afternoon," he said conversationally to the man behind the bar, "We'll ha' ales all round."

[Zeric]

"Brandy for me," corrected Zeric. "I should settle my stomach after that sea journey...."

[Zeric]

Zeric paid for the round of drinks, making mental note to deduct the total from Cathmhaol's share of the money. He cast his eyes around the taproom, taking in the faces of the patrons and the general mood of the room.

[Cathmhaol]

Cathmhaol drained half his ale in one swallow then belched appreciatively. "So barman," he said, "What entertainment is there aroun' here?"

[Dungeon Master]

The burly barman smiled at the group,
"Well my good sirs, it depends what you feel is entertainment?" he replied.
"If you want a good night out, try any of the festhalls around here, theres flyers and signs at the entrance if your interested. More ale?"