"Haven't done that yet. The stabbing, that is." The next is in a whisper to his companion. "Well, once, but the girl looking was mighty pretty. Anyway, may draw some people out." Louder then, "And, yes, I need something to occupy me. Can't keep still!"
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Vesta hurries to the barkeep to place the order, the old woman with the broom stops and goes to the kitchen to prepare Korbryn's pork chops.
A couple of minutes pass and the drinks arrive to the table. This one is on the house.
She says and places a plate with cabbages and pickled cucumbers. Now folks, if sleep you desire, we have fine clean rooms in the Welcome wench, a suite for two is available for three gold coins per night and there are common rooms with dozen bunks for 5 silver coins per night.
she turns to leave ...Oh, and if you order a room, stabling is free.
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"Good day and may peace be upon you sir."
He raises his glass again and smiles. So, a band of adventurers I guess, what have you come to explore as there is nothing exciting in the area for ages.
One of the little figures gets up and limps to your table, looks like the repulsive Halfling suffered a disease in his past or it could be a birth defect.
With hesitation and slight stutter he turns to you. I'mmm llllooking for mmmmy ppppparents, I ddddon't know hhhow they llllook like, they are in Hommmmlet ssssomewhere.
He stops and stares on some of you … or maybe he is just extremely strabismic, you realy can't tell.
Prices
Miltiades - Keoish golden wine 15 copper coins
Edirion - Table wine 8 copper coins.
Korbryn - Ale and pork chops 4 copper and 5 silver coins.
Llewellyn - Mead 1 silver.
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Edirion receives the halfling's gaze... but is a bit unnerved when the individual seems to see through him rather than at him.
He remains silent, sipping at the wine, and having some of the cabbage... after a silence, he can't help but ask "who are you?", with the usual impersonal tone he has adquired when speaking to strangers.
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I do it because I simply love this game.
Level 10, essence of D&D as of November 17 2006
Wizard paralyzed, samurai 6 hp, your Fiend Hunter down to 4 hp and 1 Con, surrounded by four dead Bebilith and one still alive...
Without sheathing the greatsword, with shaky hands unstoppers the small vodka bottle, swallow it down, and hurl it at the still standing demonic spider while yelling "come and get me!" just to allow the samurai to get the edge.
He raises his glass again and smiles. So, a band of adventurers I guess, what have you come to explore as there is nothing exciting in the area for ages.
The Kid shrugs, a neat trick while trying not to skewer oneself with a knife. "Keeping the scholar company," he said, indicating the gnome. "Looking into old tales, weird yarns, he is. I think he's writting a book. Anything to share?"
[OOC: Bluff as necissary]
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One of the little figures gets up and limps to your table, looks like the repulsive Halfling suffered a disease in his past or it could be a birth defect.
With hesitation and slight stutter he turns to you. I'mmm llllooking for mmmmy ppppparents, I ddddon't know hhhow they llllook like, they are in Hommmmlet ssssomewhere.
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He remains silent, sipping at the wine, and having some of the cabbage... after a silence, he can't help but ask "who are you?", with the usual impersonal tone he has adquired when speaking to strangers.
The Kid keeps his eye on the strange halfling and the gnome companion, waiting to see how the conversation turns out. He wonders at the motive of the halfling. [OOC: Sense Motive]
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Korbryn remains quiet, heartily eating away at his meal and puffing away on his pipes. Although appearing disinterested, he keeps his ears on the conversations, and his eyes continually survey the happenings in the room.
pppeople cccall me Questin and Himmble is the family nnnnname I invented to mmmmmyself as I dddddon't knnnnow my ppparents.
The gnome just keeps sitting at the table, looking in amusement as the Halfling talk to you.
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"Keeping the scholar company," he said, indicating the gnome. "Looking into old tales, weird yarns, he is. I think he's writting a book. Anything to share?"
Taking a short look at Lenuran the man replies What kind of tales? As I Mr. Gastesh is a treasure-seeking adventure.
sense motive
The ugly Halfling seems to be honest.
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"no, no, not what's your name, who are you" Edirion thinks in a simpler way to put it... "who raised you?"
what the heck am I doing? I'll send him back to the gnome promptly...
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I do it because I simply love this game.
Level 10, essence of D&D as of November 17 2006
Wizard paralyzed, samurai 6 hp, your Fiend Hunter down to 4 hp and 1 Con, surrounded by four dead Bebilith and one still alive...
Without sheathing the greatsword, with shaky hands unstoppers the small vodka bottle, swallow it down, and hurl it at the still standing demonic spider while yelling "come and get me!" just to allow the samurai to get the edge.
Taking a short look at Lenuran the man replies What kind of tales? As I Mr. Gastesh is a treasure-seeking adventure.
"Hmm. If you are, and you are here, you might have heard something recently? Most treasures have a tale about them, or so the master bard is fond of saying."
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Coming in behind the others, Lenuran smiled as Ostler's daughter greeted them. While he was surprised that her father was not working during the slower times, the man was well into his summers and might have just wanted the day to rest.
After she had taken the orders of the others, Lenuran climbed atop an open stool by the bar and waited until her gaze fell upon him before speaking.
"It has been too long since I have dined under the Wench's gaze. I would like the chops as well, but would like even more to know how your father fares. I would take my meal with him if he would honor me with his company."
Llewellyn turns his attention from the Kid. "The halfling is obviously troubled, Edirion. Save the interrogation for someone who requires it." To the halfling he says, "Please, sit with us, small one. I lost my parents when I was quite young." He pulls up an extra seat for the halfling.
When the gnome bard comes in, the Kid nods to indicate him. "There's the master now. Looks like he wants a word with the ladies first, but I'll hear your tale if you wish."
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"no, no, not what's your name, who are you" Edirion thinks in a simpler way to put it... "who raised you?"
I dddon't know, I'm lllooking for them inn ttttown.
The Halfling replies, returns to take his glass from the other table and takes the sit Llewelly is offering him.
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"Hmm. If you are, and you are here, you might have heard something recently? Most treasures have a tale about them, or so the master bard is fond of saying."
Haven't heard anything in particular, beside the rumor of Hobgoblins that took up resident in the old Temple's remains. replies the human.
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"It has been too long since I have dined under the Wench's gaze. I would like the chops as well, but would like even more to know how your father fares. I would take my meal with him if he would honor me with his company."
Another chops will be right on your table
Vesta replies to Lenuran As for my father, he is old and weak hearted, I think he takes his nap, but I'll tell him that you looked for him, he'll be around for a card game in the evening I guess.
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I dddon't know, I'm lllooking for them inn ttttown. Haven't heard anything in particular, beside the rumor of Hobgoblins that took up resident in the old Temple's remains. replies the human.
"That is an interesting piece of news. I am Miltiades, a historian from the church of Rao. I was planning on gathering the lore of the old temple and the story of its downfall for the church records. So what have you heard about these hobgoblins? A band of bandits using it as a base of operations? Or just that some have been seen in the vicinity of the temple?"
"That is an interesting piece of news. I am Miltiades, a historian from the church of Rao. I was planning on gathering the lore of the old temple and the story of its downfall for the church records. So what have you heard about these hobgoblins? A band of bandits using it as a base of operations? Or just that some have been seen in the vicinity of the temple?"
I haven't been there myself, as it would be a suicide mission for an adventurer like me.
but maybe you can share some news with me, why did you came here ?
The Human replies to Miltiades
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in the meantime the ugly Halfling take his last sip and stands Itttt's been ppppleasure, sssee you around.
he says to Llewelly, nods to the others and disappears behind the door that leads to the common rooms.
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The gnome that sat with the Halfling stands and goes to Lenuran Hello, fellow gnome
He says I'm Nierethi Poscurian, an Historian from the far gnomish communities of the Cairn hills, I heard the human over there
He nods to the "kid" Telling the other human.
He nods to the person who introduced himself as an adventurer That you are a scholar of some sort, and I myself is interested in the history of the area, maybe you could share some of your knowledge with me master gnome.
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Given that the halfling sat next to Llewelly, Edirion gives him one small piece of advise in a whisper "Check your pouch, still there?"
He then keeps sipping at the wine quietly... once he hears Miltiades interrupt the Kid's chat, his interest is awakened. first piece of information the hobgoblins are obviously working with the robed ones
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I do it because I simply love this game.
Level 10, essence of D&D as of November 17 2006
Wizard paralyzed, samurai 6 hp, your Fiend Hunter down to 4 hp and 1 Con, surrounded by four dead Bebilith and one still alive...
Without sheathing the greatsword, with shaky hands unstoppers the small vodka bottle, swallow it down, and hurl it at the still standing demonic spider while yelling "come and get me!" just to allow the samurai to get the edge.
Llewellyn shrugs but checks his pouch as instructed. And if it's not there, so be it. The halfling would spend it on nothing less useful than he himself.
Originally Posted by Strahd_Von_Zarovich[COLOR=Pink
As for my father, he is old and weak hearted, I think he takes his nap, but I'll tell him that you looked for him, he'll be around for a card game in the evening I guess.[/color]
Smiling to the news of Ostler being as well as to be expected, Lenuran nodded his head in thanks.
"I will be looking forward to it. I just hope that he doesn't think I am going to let him win out of charity."
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The gnome that sat with the Halfling stands and goes to Lenuran
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Hello, fellow gnome[/color]
He says I'm Nierethi Poscurian, an Historian from the far gnomish communities of the Cairn hills, I heard the human over there
He nods to the "kid" Telling the other human.
He nods to the person who introduced himself as an adventurer That you are a scholar of some sort, and I myself is interested in the history of the area, maybe you could share some of your knowledge with me master gnome.
'All this talk of being a Scholar will soon go to my head if I am not careful.'
Motioning for the other gnome to take a seat, Lenuran took a swallow of his drink and turned to face him.
"Those I travel with are far too quick with their praises. I assure you I am little more than a scribe with delusions of grandeur who has happened to find himself at the wrong places at the right times."
Putting a pleasant smile on his face for a fellow kin though, Lenuran knew that he must choose his words carefully. While he was not willing to accept that every person they met was a spy for a dark power, he was also not willing to accept everyone into his bosom either.
"I will tell you all that I can on what you would like to know though."
Nierethi smiles back, orders a glass of brandy from the barkeep and turns to Lenuran again. As we all know, the village we are currently guests in, was not far from a center of enormous evil in the past, that grew and spread his octopus like tendrils all over the area, the evil vanquished indeed, but some of his tendrils dug the earth and remained hidden, and some scattered to the four winds.
Have you heard anything about a former captain of their forces, called Lareth the beautiful?
He raises his eyebrow and take a sip from his brandy. These are old tales with no basis on them, Lareth the beautiful was a legend and no more.
Reply the barkeeper while cleaning the counter.
Lenuran Knowledge
you too have heard about Lareth the beautiful, stories told by the priests that fought in the temple said that he was the master of the moathouse and he died over there in the battle, thought, his body never found.
Llewellyn check for his pouch and finds it in place
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