The newcomer sees a beardless dwarf in merchant's clothing, lying flat on his back, on a table and staring at the ceiling while making small spitballs with his bread and trying to stick them on the chandelier directly above.
-''Don't touch the ale. It is awful. And if you are looking for a job, prepare for a long wait. There just ain't that many people in need of a beating, these days. *spew* Dang it. Missed again.''
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The guard nods, "We will have to take someone in for questioning though. To keep up appearances y'know? 'Forged! Come with us!" Turning to Roswyn, "don't worry it'll be fine, we release it soon enough."
And back at The Shard....
After the goliath, several others enter the bar, lastly a halfling elder and a younger halfling behind him. Both are rather dirty. The older halfling's head has a nasty black and blue knot and traces of dried blood. He points to a table, near the dwarf, and they all sit.
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I'll leave everybody else to describing themself for Mal. Also, who is carrying the prisoner? They do have a cell for the kobold. We'll deal with that in a moment.
A half-orc almost overburdened by... stuff... waddles into the bar. An intricate, geared crossbow is slung over his overburdened pack, and a well-made iron staff is used for leverage. The half-orc's appearance is otherwise slovenly with greasy hair and watery eyes, a dumb smile on his face. That makes the appearance of the lovingly fashioned but deadly looking canine construct that follows all the more disconcerting.
Tondrek back, 'forgey-forge Brews! Made flour go BOOM! The seemingly simple half-orc giggles to himself and meanders to the table with the others.
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The halflings were carrying a chest between them. With a heave, they lift the chest on the table, where it lands with a solid thud. "Once again, thank you for rescuing me. I have something you would find useful I think." The elder halfling reaches into a vest pocket and pulls out a key. Putting the key into the lock, and turning it with an audible click, he hesitates before opening it. "Before I hand out the goods, I have a request. These kobolds have grown from an annoyance, to a credible threat. Our district is in danger of being taken over by them. You saw the buildings around our shop. I fear that they didn't just move out. They were taken as I would have been. Their riches lie with the gang now. If that doesn't inspire you to help, would you stop them for me? For us?"
Brenron makes a sudden, involuntary intake of air and almost choke on his bread spitball. He has heard the magic word.
-''*COUGH* Riches!? *COUGH* Did someone say riches?!''
He looks wildly around and spot the halflings. He composes himself and suddenly his red merchant outfit is metamorphosed into a sleek chainmail crafted by the best dwarven smith topped by a flamboyant helmet with a red panache. He bears a mystic staff marked with Kol Korran's rune. He walks with forced calm toward the halflings and adress them with studied detachment.
-''So... I heard you say something, something, kobold, something, riches, something. That was very inspiring. How much riches are you talking about and what can I do to get my hands on some of it?''
The halfling turns to face the beardless dwarf. "A gang of kobolds has taken over the district where my shop lies. I ask of those that are willing," gesturing to those already around him, "to eliminate the threat that they pose. If you wish to join them, it is their choice, not mine."
The door swings open again and a cloaked dark elf walks into the room, his feet falling silently upon the floor, stepping from pad to heel in the traditional drow manner of movement. He carries a pair of small blades and wears a wide-brimmed fashionable hat.
"Sorry for the delay, takes a few moments to tie up my friend. Hmmm....much less busy in here than when we left. A dwarf drinkin' alone? Don't see that everyday...oh wait yes you do" the drow says looking around the bar.
Seeing the older man opening a chest, Tamarand begins edging towards the gathering.
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For Tamarand's treasure list he only has lvl of gold and lvl+2 (which as a lvl 6 item, I'd rather have the gold), so yeah he's all about the Benjamins I mean gold pieces
A pretty gnome follows hot on the heels of the drow. She is breathing a little bit heavily, but her silk robes are completely free of dirt and blood. The crest of House Sivis is emblazoned on her cloak, and a dragonmark peeks out from her bodice.
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"Before I hand out the goods, I have a request. These kobolds have grown from an annoyance, to a credible threat. Our district is in danger of being taken over by them. You saw the buildings around our shop. I fear that they didn't just move out. They were taken as I would have been. Their riches lie with the gang now. If that doesn't inspire you to help, would you stop them for me? For us?"
"For you"? We don't even know you! Trying to get out of paying for our services, hmm? Fat chance! But I'll let the others make that point...
Roswyn frowns deeply as the halfling describes the activities of the kobold gang. "Disgusting creatures," she offers. "Scaly rats gnawing away at the foundations of civilization. It will be a great pleasure to bring them down. Ronald, do you know where they took the others?"
Rohna eyes the dwarf for a moment. "We'll see how things turn out after we finish this part of our business."
She turns her attention back to the halfling shopkeepers and the chest they had carried into the Shard with them. "So what have you got there Harkin?"
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Scotley's ToH - Ballista lvl 9 IC
HellrazorIII's Death of the Dragons - Grabhar Goldenwing lvl 5 (Gestalt) RGIC
Dr. Simons B5 Outrageous Fortunne - Croft Callo lvl 2 ICOOC
Dragonwriter's Music Inspired Insanity - Platinus lvl 3 OOCRGIC
"For you"? We don't even know you! Trying to get out of paying for our services, hmm?
"Sorry Lady, but I think you misunderstood. These are yours no matter what you choose to do. Just know that more treasures are probably hidden in the lair of the creatures. The tribute they demand is high, most of the area business have closed their doors already." Ronald lifts the lid of the chest. Secured in velvet are a pair of items. A warhammer of fine make, forged from black iron. A Silver Flame is embossed on the side of the weapon's head. The second item is an orb, made of crimson glass or maybe crystal.
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Just a couple things right now. Rest assured everybody will get some, at some point.
Eeek, is this halfling a mindreader? Roswyn didn't say that about not paying out loud, she was just thinking it!
But, yay, an orb!
Roswyn grins as she catches sight of the orb. "May I?" she asks, and not waiting for an answer reaches out to pick it up. She holds it up to the light, studying it, channeling minor amounts of arcane energy into it in order to try to determine its properties. "I wonder, where did you acquire this?"
"Now then, I'm perfectly happy to try to take down these dirty kobolds. Do you have any idea where their lair might be, or do we have to find it?"
The drow's eyes glitter at the sight of the magical items and he leans forward as the treasures are shown. Tamarand listens excitedly at the mention of more potential magic and at the mention of The Dancing Kobold, he turns to the kobold prisoner, grinning ferally.
"Brews, I need a private room for a few minutes to discuss something in private." Tamarand says to the warforged, then whispers to Lady Roswyn "Perhaps we need to go discussthings with our prisoner?"
Rohnas eyes widen a bit at the sight of the gleaming black warhammer. "Would that by a magic hammer by chance?"
__________________ Its so hard to have a good time, even smiling makes my face ache. - Dr. Frank N. Fuhrter, Rocky Horror Picture Show
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MyGames
Living Eberron Rohna lvl 4 OOC RGIC
Scotley's ToH - Ballista lvl 9 IC
HellrazorIII's Death of the Dragons - Grabhar Goldenwing lvl 5 (Gestalt) RGIC
Dr. Simons B5 Outrageous Fortunne - Croft Callo lvl 2 ICOOC
Dragonwriter's Music Inspired Insanity - Platinus lvl 3 OOCRGIC
"Brews, I need a private room for a few minutes to discuss something in private." Tamarand says to the warforged, then whispers to Lady Roswyn "Perhaps we need to go discussthings with our prisoner?"
"Yes... Let's get to it."
(Do we need a "back room" thread or just do it here?)
Tondrek oohs and aahs each, playing with them a bit even as Little Big Girl and Talkly Gnome claim them. He mutters a bit about each as he determines their making.
OOC: Tondrek IDs them as well. We can do the "interrogation" here as no one else is about (other than the dwarf we may be adding )
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Tamarand leans in close to the kobold, one dagger running along the side of his reptilian face, drawing a small line of blood as it just scratches the skin. "Now, you're going to tell us all about this Dancing Kobold place, or else I'll need to teach you why us drow are feared" he whispers.
Roswyn shoots a worried glance at Tamarand, shakes her head, then looks back at the kobold.
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If you don't want me to leave you at this dark elf's mercy, you'd better help us out. If you're helpful, maybe I can get him to let you go...
What is your gang trying to do, anyway? Why have you been taking away those shopkeepers? If you tell me what you want, maybe we can reach some agreement. At least maybe I can keep you from getting carved up by the drow...
"Brews, I need a private room for a few minutes to discuss something in private." Tamarand says to the warforged, then whispers to Lady Roswyn "Perhaps we need to go discussthings with our prisoner?"
-''The Ale. Force him to drink the tavern's special. He'll talk! I know I would.'' Brenron says.
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