It's difficult to make out the exact features of the heavily cloaked figure who sneaks into the bar using the bluster of the armoured dwarf to cover his entrance. When someone manages to notice him, they see an averaged height dwarf with very pale skin. He wears a long grey beard and his grey eyes twinkle as he scans the crowd, his arms unseen under his dark black garb. When it shifts slightly the glint of a polished rapier hangs from his waist and a dull coloured chain shirt protects him. A bow made of the darkest wood hangs across his back, the bow is inlaid with various dwarven runes, if one reads dwarven it reads Samman my only friend.
Fin stays at the back of the room keeping an eye on these ecclectic group of individuals naming themselves as associates of Ambrose. "This event keeps getting more interesting by the day. Ambrose, old friend, you never cease to entertain me." Fin thinks to himself as he strokes his beard and waits for the others to leave to go speak to the barkeep and identify himself.
To Logan: Jason, nice to meet you. Would you care to join me for a stroll around the perimeter?
Removing the gauntlet from his hand, Logan stands and offers it to Jason. "Pleasure to meet you." With a firm hand shake, the Cleric of Pelor gives the man a broad smile that does nothing to detract from the bulbous nose on his face.
Logan stands slightly taller than the Paladin and wears a suit of full-plate armor that has many dents and dings in it, but is polished to a brilliant shine. Strapped to his back is a pack and a large wooden shield that has the symbol of their god painted on it in such a manner as to make it look gilded with gold. The color of his clothing is that of white, pale yellows, and pale oranges. It seems the man has taken his faith in Pelor and painted it for all to see.
"A stroll does sound nice. I'd like to hear what brings you to Saltmarsh. If I am correct, you arrived on the same boat as I."
Robert is pretty sure he heard Ambrose' name mentioned by the Innkeep as he entered. Information largely made irrelevant by subsequent posts I'm afraid.
The woman behind the bar tells Zorn and anyone else that asks that she does have enough rooms for all of you. "Will you be dining alone?" she asks him looking expectantly.
To Garagos she asks, "I have several ales on tap, the Blue Frog is a local favorite." She taps a keg on a stand behind the bar painted with a Blue Frog with her good hand.
The elven woman, who says, "I am Kailee Restinan. Ambrose was my guest for some time before he fell ill. I became very fond of him. That is why I agreed to have the Will read here, in the private drawing room. It seems many of you are here for that. Welcome to The Lizard's Boat." She turns and takes a small pouch from a peg on the board where the keys are kept. She pulls a few platinum pieces from it, then smiles. "Ambrose instructed me to inform you that the drinks are on him while you are here." With a wink for Garagos she adds, "though I don't think he was a monk."
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Turning his attention to the attractive elven woman behind the bar, Zorn replies, Miss Restinan, would you do me the honor of dining with me this evening? Unless you have other plans already, that is.
I did indeed just arrive by boat. A former traveling companion recently passed, and my presence was requested at the reading of his will. Though now that I am here I find my self growing with a suspicion that their is more to my being called here then my personal matter.
Jason stares into the distance for a moment. What brings you here?
While Jason speaks he will also be eying the Cathedral and its surrounding land in regards to its military preparedness and its current state of degradation.
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Jason will also be looking for the a young member of the clergy. If he spots someone in their early 20s he will attempt to engage them in conversation, particularly about the going ons of the church and the town recently.
Jason is currently concerned over what could require the presence of two warriors of Pelor, how the church has reached the state it has, and why the priestess has not shared what ever is weighing on her with them.
"Whether you being here is for personal matters or not, Pelor has a plan for us all. Evil is at every corner and so must the Shining One's followers." Logan says as he watches Jason eye the Catherdal and grounds. The Champions of Pelor always did have a better eye for tactical situations than himself. That is why his studies were always focused on the word of Pelor rather than the might.
"I am also here for the reading of a will, but my reasons are not personal. My longtime mentor and dear friend, Korsas Mornington, was told to come. He had matters to handle that could not be put off, so he sent me as his representative." Pausing for a moment, Logan waits before continuing. "I believe it is something more than just reading of a will that has brought us together. I am curious on who else Pelor has us set to meet."
Jason looks pensive. Two warriors of Pelor meet in a city at war, one drawn their purely by circumstance, and both for the reading of a will. The Cathedral shows signs of disrepair and the high priestess is under a burdon of some sort...
Jason shakes his head and sighs. I was never much for such matters, tell me my friend, what is your training telling you of this situation?
Tagret grins from ear to ear as he hears the half-elf's comments. He turns and eyes the dwarf carefully, "I am the monk you seek sir dwarf. I fear our money is not good here." Tagret's eyes dart around the room. He smiles when he sees the strange group of people filling up the place, his cat mask was useful for hiding all of his facial features.
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Shorrin- Male Dragonborn Fighter 1
Passive Perception: 11, Passive Insight: 11
AC:20, Fort:16, Ref:13, Will:11 -- Speed:5
HP:33, Bloodied:16, Surge Value:12, Surges Per-Day 13
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Action Points: 1, Second Wind: not used
Powers: Reaping Strike, Tide of Iron, Spinning Sweep,Dragon Breath, Villian's Menace
..."Ambrose instructed me to inform you that the drinks are on him while you are here." With a wink for Garagos she adds, "though I don't think he was a monk."
"No, you ah right, he was anything but a monk", Garagos sais with a grinn. "I will try one of your frogs."
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Tagret grins from ear to ear as he hears the half-elf's comments. He turns and eyes the dwarf carefully, "I am the monk you seek sir dwarf. I fear our money is not good here." ...
"Be at ease, I get an ale, found friends of a friend and not one, but two kittys. Do you never drink?"
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Overhearing the mention of free drinks, Fin will casually walk up to the bar and say, in a voice barely above a whisper, "Blue Frog, 1 pint". As he walks by the other dwarf and the cat-man, he'll whisper to the dwarf "Come see me when you're done playing with the kitty" Afterwards he'll walk over to a table and have a seat.
"Be at ease, I get an ale, found friends of a friend and not one, but two kittys. Do you never drink?"
Tagret smiled, "No my good dwarf. Ale slows the mind and then the body. I does not appear to be wise to slow the very reflexes that keep me alive." He removes his claw glove and extends his hand to the dwarf, "I am Tagret Artalen."
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Shorrin- Male Dragonborn Fighter 1
Passive Perception: 11, Passive Insight: 11
AC:20, Fort:16, Ref:13, Will:11 -- Speed:5
HP:33, Bloodied:16, Surge Value:12, Surges Per-Day 13
Initiative +1
Action Points: 1, Second Wind: not used
Powers: Reaping Strike, Tide of Iron, Spinning Sweep,Dragon Breath, Villian's Menace
The dwarf has some difficulties to remove his heavy gauntlet. His strong sinew hand looks like that the removal of even a little bit of armor is a seldom occurrence. This is confirmed by his hair, as he removes his helmet.
"My name is Garagos Stoneshield, from the Stonebreaker clan. If I wouldn’t wear my armor, I think I would be concerned for my reflexes, too. But be assured, that this dwarf never drinks to much," he adds with an askew grin. "But now I have to take seat."
Garagos goes to the dwarf at the table.
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"This situation is unique. One would think that in a city at war, you would see a heightened attendance at mass, but that is clearly not the case here. It may be that the citizens have given up hope of peaceful resolve and turned their backs on faith. Or worse yet, the number of citizens have dwindled so low that the coffers have done the same. Without followers to give contributions, it is tough for a church to prosper."
Even as depressing as it might be if these thoughts were indeed true, Logan has a small smile on his face. "But it could be that Pelor has indeed used the reading of a will to bring us together to fix the situation. Lyra Ivessa was correct that our presence might help rejuvenate some of the followers."
Now that the dwarf has seated across from Fin, he'll lean forward in his chair and whisper in dwarven "What're ye about Garagos? What ye be doing here? How you know that crazy fool Ambrose?"
As Garagos whispers back in dwarven, you can clearly hear, that the voice isn't used to subtility: "Nothing big. He helped to retriefe an artifact o' the Stonebreaker Clan. Saved his life once or twice. And what is your story?... And full name?"
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Turning his attention to the attractive elven woman behind the bar, Zorn replies, Miss Restinan, would you do me the honor of dining with me this evening? Unless you have other plans already, that is.
"Well, since you are a friend of Ambrose's I would like to hear more about him and I do have to take a break."
Jason will also be looking for the a young member of the clergy. If he spots someone in their early 20s he will attempt to engage them in conversation, particularly about the going ons of the church and the town recently.
Jason is currently concerned over what could require the presence of two warriors of Pelor, how the church has reached the state it has, and why the priestess has not shared what ever is weighing on her with them.
Jason finds a young man in priestly vestiments with a large box of candles just coming to the Cathedral.
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A first the young man doesn't have much to say, but once he realizes that you are genuinely concerned about what is happening with the Cathedral he begins to explain. Membership and attendance has been in decline. The High Priestess has had to let a dozen clerics go because she cannot aford them any more. The new temple of Bocob and the growing popularity of Kord seem to be factors in the drop in attendance and revenue, but he reveals that even with aggressive recruiting they are barely able to maintain the current low numbers. There are rumors among the novices that the High Priestess has given up. She seems to have little energy and motivation of late.
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