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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"As I said, I am a church historian. I came to see the areas of the old cult's uprisings. The gnome there is a bard from the time of the second uprising and he recorded some of the tales of the heroes of that time. He graciously agreed to accompany me here and show me the locales. As for travellers tales, for the most part things are quiet between the empire and the lands of the alliance, armies do not currently march though there is vigilance on both sides of the borders. Peace holds for now between the nations as everybody heals. Though there are occasional bandits that mean a good suit of armor and hefty arms are prudent travelling gear."
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.
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.
"Always remember dear ma'am that the best legends form from a grain of truth. As the gods give oysters pearls, they give us our legends and histories."
Smiling as he took a quick swallow of his drink, Lenuran thought on Lareth for a moment and then spoke.
"It was said that Lareth the Beautiful was the Master of the Moathouse when the Temple sought to bend the world to their knees. The dark gods granted him the face of an angel, but the soul of a demon. When the combined forces of light stormed the Temple to tear it asunder, Lareth met them with his own forces and fell in battle. It is said that whereever his blood landed, that wood and stone burned from the dark taint that coursed through his veins. After his death, his dark gods consumed him before they could place his body into the Earth's embrace, or place his head on a spike, and his body was never recovered."
While Lenuran knew that his tale was based off of nothing more than the Cuthbert's tale, as well as a small bit of coloring to ensure that it could be remembered by others, his curiousity was raised at the asking of such a specific question.
"I will admit that my passion has to record the events of what transpired in the Temple, but how is it that you came to study this area as well?"
"As I said, I am a church historian. I came to see the areas of the old cult's uprisings. The gnome there is a bard from the time of the second uprising and he recorded some of the tales of the heroes of that time. He graciously agreed to accompany me here and show me the locales. As for travellers tales, for the most part things are quiet between the empire and the lands of the alliance, armies do not currently march though there is vigilance on both sides of the borders. Peace holds for now between the nations as everybody heals. Though there are occasional bandits that mean a good suit of armor and hefty arms are prudent travelling gear."
A bard you say ...
The human take a glance at Lenuran and the other gnome as they speak. Well ..
he takes a swig and stands. It was nice talking to you strangers, I wish you good luck, see you around.
leaving you all alone, the human walks to the barkeeper, place a couple of coins and leave the inn.
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"I will admit that my passion has to record the events of what transpired in the Temple, but how is it that you came to study this area as well?"
The gnome princes of the Cairn hills send me to record, as for the purpose of their greedy desires, I do not know
He says, lower his gaze to the drink, drains it quickly and stands. I'm sorry, but I must leave to my room, honorable friend.
He bows and turns to leave.
The barkeeper eyes you both, but says nothing.
Lenuran's sense motive
You suspect that the gnome is not telling the truth.
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Left to play with his dagger again while the conversation passes him by, the Kid arches an eyebrow when the two suddenly leave. After they are gone, he adds, "That's curious. Two visitors in town who suddenly leave when they learn what we're about. Hmm." Twirling the dagger once before thunking it between his index and thumb, he continues "Now what?"
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A bard you say ...
The human take a glance at Lenuran and the other gnome as they speak. Well ..
he takes a swig and stands. It was nice talking to you strangers, I wish you good luck, see you around.
leaving you all alone, the human walks to the barkeeper, place a couple of coins and leave the inn.
The stout dwarf on the counter orders another ale and the brute like human orders another plate of pork chops, beside it they seem quite.
The old woman returns from the kitchen and line up the chairs and tables for the evening.
Looking outside, the sun hangs above the hills, ready to fall a sleep and leave the village to stars and the moon, a bunch of kids, those you saw on the stone bridge are playing with a fat pink pig and with a broken cart's wheel.
When you drain all the wine and chops, Vesta comes with a smile. Anything else or do you want to discuss accommodation arrangements?
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The Kid, continuing to fidget, answers, "Well, for me, the common room is fine. Need it for at least tonight, maybe tommorow, depending on how long the master wants to stay." Hope said 'master' figures out something real quick. This place is mighty unentertaining and I have better work to be doing on the front.
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With that, he stands and moves toward the counter. Stepping up next to the stout dwarf at the counter, Korbryn attempts to start a conversation. "It does me heart good to see another of the stout folk here in this village. I've seen few enough of our kin since leaving the majesty of the mountain halls..."
With that, he stands and moves toward the counter. Stepping up next to the stout dwarf at the counter, Korbryn attempts to start a conversation. "It does me heart good to see another of the stout folk here in this village. I've seen few enough of our kin since leaving the majesty of the mountain halls..."
Hail you.
replies the dwarf to Korbryn and raise his wooden mug. Tragge Liftsilver is me name, it's been ages since me legs felt the rocks of my homeland in the west, and me ears heard the drums of our kin in the Halls of the Kings.
me been over here for a long time, Stone mason I am and building is me job.
he nods towards the window in the direction of the keep.
Common room – 5 silver per night, dozen bunks.
One of the common room are filled with merchants, the other room is occuipied by the ugly Halfling and the brute that is dining on the counter, In this room those of you who wants common romms find a spot to sleep. 1 Private room is for two (two seperate rooms)– 3 gold per night, soft bed, quilted blanket, a desk with chair, pitcher of water and a bowl for washing up.
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Korbryn offers his hand in greeting to the stout dwarf. "And I be Korbryn Rivenshield, of the dwurfolk of the Lortmils. I noted yon keep when entering Hommlet...but tell me, Tragge, why would a community such as this need such a fortress?"
Korbryn offers his hand in greeting to the stout dwarf. "And I be Korbryn Rivenshield, of the dwurfolk of the Lortmils. I noted yon keep when entering Hommlet...but tell me, Tragge, why would a community such as this need such a fortress?"
This are home to Burne and Rufus, they are well respected and powerful adventurers who settled down in this area about fifteen years ago, they fought the humanoids that settles around those hills and protected theit town, now, they don't get involved in adventures anymore and consider the village as their home.
They essentially run the town since the old village elder passed away, leadership unofficially passed to them by default.
As for the keep, they started to build it before the rising of the Second Temple, I, Tragge, built the keep.
He smiles and takes a swig.
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"And a fine keep it is, I am sure. It was me pleasure speaking to ye, Tragge. Perhaps we will chat again, later." Korbryn offers Tragge a nod of farewell, and moves back toward his companions.
Go Home I said or I'll tell your mamas what are you doin!
You hear a shout from the outside, the kids gather the fat pig and leave the area, a bulky human enters the inn with a big smile, he is bald and owns a rounded potbelly, he wears a chain shirt and sword hangs loosely from his belt. Good afternoon madam and Mrs. Vesta.
he says and lowers his rounded hat. A cup of your finest whiskey, Maridosen.
He says to the barkeeper and looks around, he taps on Tragge's shoulder and the dwarf's moans back, he looks at the human brute and sighs. Well, well
He says and approach. Good afternoon champs, Elmo is my name and I'm the law around here. I see many weapons and armor beneath those cloths, I hope you mean no harm strangers and you are peaceful folk, what are your business around here ?
The human on the counter turns around and stares.
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The Kid's hands a blur, and the dagger is gone, disappearing somewhere in his loose clothing. "No trouble, Master Elmo. Just entertaining myself while the master is doing his business. Name is Thandis, a simple guard and traveller. Come, play a game of cards or something to help pass the time."
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Miltiades rises with a serene smile as he pulls back his cloak to reveal the symbol of his church. "Peace be upon you good sir. I am Miltiades, a cleric and historian of the church of Rao, newly come to town with my companions. There were reports of bandits and humanoids on the road and we prepared accordingly. I assure you we mean no harm to the good inhabitants of your village. In fact I came here to record some of the storied lore of its past triumphs. If you have time to spare a humble traveller I would offer you a dinner at my table here. I would appreciate learning what you can tell me of Hommellet and the people within I should speak to."
Elmo grabs a chair from the nearest table and takes a sit Forgive me for prejudging you, armored strangers like yourself brought some bad memories from the past, luckily, the old town on Nulb is a ghost town since the temple fall.
He says and take his drink from Vesta that smiles and returns to her duties. Bandits you say, Yeah, I have heard either about Bandits, Hobgoblins, they dwell in the remains of the old temple, where I Elmo, was one of the heroes who destroyed the foul place.
He takes a sip from the goblet But I'm not concerned, the abandoned place it far away from here and a couple of Hobgoblin bandits is not something to worry about … yet.
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Miltiades will chat with Elmo about Hommlette and the past temple, remaining polite, friendly, and interested. He will ask if there is anyone Elmo would recommend he speak to in addition or see for himself. Miltiades will ask if he can drop in on Elmo later to continue the chat. The priest will not bring up his true mission in public however, waiting for when he has an opportunity to speak to Elmo in private.
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