[3.5] [IC] Hall of the Dwarven Lord

[Walking Dad]

IC thread for 'Hall of the Dwarven Lord'

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You've been hearing the rumors for two days now. "The Hall of the Dwarven Lord has fallen to the hobgoblins!" At first you didn't believe it was true, but then the regular shipment of dwarven ale didn't arrive this morning, and there's been no word of the hall either.
If the rumors are true, then there must be plenty of hobgoblins to slay and treasure to recover. The dwarves have always been friendly, so helping them rid their home of hobgoblins would be the right thing to do. Besides, you'd hate to think that the hobgoblins are up there wasting all the perfectly good dwarven ale!

What do you do?

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RG IC OCC

[Leif]

"How can we refuse to help our Dwarven friends?" says Ray as he lovingly touches the Dwarven workmanship of his finely crafted great axe. "I say we should go at once and help as much as we are able! Who knows? There is probably treasure to be had as well, and our Dwarven friends are sure to be generous in exchange for our help."

[Halford]

Darvin glances up from his books and wrinkles his nose - a habit his cousin is familiar with.

"I have heard tell that "adventure"" the young Wizard pronounces the word with considerable distaste, "tends to speed the development of magical aptitude, I cannot imagine why, but since I have no other pressing engagements..."

He grins and pats his crossbow, lending the lie to his oft attempted grump wizard character. Upon his shoulder Nibs, Darvin's ever present white rat familiar, chitters approvingly.

"Besides I hear crossbow bolts through the temple are "in" amongst Hobgoblins these days and we can hardly have unfashionable Hobgoblins running around now can we?"

Spells Prepared

0th: Detect Magic, Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation
1st: True Strike, Ray of Enfeeblement, Mage Armor

[Leif]

"Aye, good cousin, I like the way your mind turns. But I prefer to give the well-dressed hobgoblins a nice red sash," and here he mimics striking a slicing blow across a hobgoblin's chest with his greataxe, "to go with the fine jewelry that you provide."

[Halford]

Darvin snorts and splutters quickly attempting a look of mock dignity,

"We're just too generous couz, to a fault ye might say, some people would sell their souls to look good, we'll just kill them and take all their stuff - its practically a bargain." Nibs squeaks in agreement.

[Leif]

"You might even say that we're doing them a great kindness by not only letting them keep their souls, but by even 'releasing' their souls to fly back to their maker!"

[Halford]

Darvin grins,

"So how do we plan to go about our charitable endeavors? We really ought to get all the information about the hold we can. Lets see what do I recall Nibs?"

K.History 20, K.Local 22, K.Arch and Eng 5, K. Dungeoneering 25

K. History, Local, Arch and Eng, Dungeoneering (1d20+4=20, 1d20+4=22, 1d20+4=5, 1d20+6=25)

[Leif]

Ray, who is totally incapable of ever looking very thoughtful, does his best to imitate a thoughtful demeanor while Darvin has a conference with his familiar. (He fails utterly, but don't tell him that, please!)

Then he turns to "Dagger," and says, "So, Dagger Dan, you're being awfully quiet. I am interested to hear your thoughts on the matter, do you think we should see about assisting the Dwarves, and if so, how shall we go about it?"

[kinem]

Dagger idly twirls a dagger, with a slightly amused look on his face.

"I am very thirsty. Unlike the two of you" he says "I am not bloodthirsty. I am thirsty only for dwarven ale.

We need to get the facts. Then we will do what we can. I should scout ahead. Do you know how big the Hall is? How many hobgoblins would it take to capture it? I should think many."

[Leif]

"Good idea, Dagger. No, sorry: EXCellent idea! Barkeep another round of dwarven ale for my thirsty friend here, my cousin, and myself. We must enjoy this, fellows, because I think we're almost down to the dregs of this last cask! Then, we'll be reduced to drinking Gnome Brew! Ick!

And offhand, I cannot answer your questions, Dagger. But I will suggest this -- it might be a good idea for you to take some extra muscle along on your scouting trip. Like, oh, I don't know, ME, perhaps? And we're really not that bloodthirsty, we just don't particularly care for hobgoblins."

[Halford]

Darvin nods along to his cousin's words, but when he speaks his voice is somber and serious.

"How many Dwarves had to die for those hobgoblins to gain those halls Dagger? Enough that I consider a little lust for their blood the decent response. These are not peaceful folk they are invaders who no doubt butchered or enslaved every last one of the good dwarves they displaced, remember that when you fight them and you will do just fine."

He shrugs and smiles wanly,

"Ah, sorry, I don't mean to be bleak, we will take back those halls and drink ourselves into a celebratory stupor."

[Walking Dad]

ooc: Hello everyone. I will change this post to something more approciate tomorrow. And I will remind Padreigh of this game.

[Leif]

"Cheer up, Dagger! You've known us for ages now! You know that we're not bloodthirsty. If you really thought that, though, you'd have no reason to keep coming around us after all this time. The three of us make a good band to take care of this matter, but I do wish that we had a Dwarf friend to go with us, so that we wouldn't seem quite so out of place, being three humans among the dwarves."

[kinem]

"Thanks for the ale. Much appreciated." Dagger takes a long sip. "Thing about bloodlust is, it can be addictive just like ale. Except that just one extra sip can ruin your life.

Now here's my idea. We'll all go most of the way and we should bring along a priest, just in case someone gets hurt, you know. I'll scout ahead the final bit, and then we'll decide what to do from there."

[Leif]

" That sounds like a fine plan, Dagger. Count me in. You are coming with us, aren't you cousin? Now, if only we could find a cleric who was also a dwarf...hmmm...."

[Halford]

Darvin chuckles,

"Ah, a plan, I like it." He takes a long draught of ale, "Makes us seem dead professional! Roll up, roll up, clerical dwarves needed, Moridin's finest only please!"

[Walking Dad]

The barkeep looks up at your words.
"Maybe I know just the right one for this job. If you want to go know, I can give him a message and send him after you."

ooc

No answer from the last player for know. Do you want to start anyway?

History: The hall was built 400 years ago by the Stoneanvil clan. The clan-symbol is a warhammer over an anvil.

Local: The dwarves have mostly been living in seclusion. They only sold ale regulary and sometimes masterwork metal weapons.

Arch & Eng: No useful informations.

Dungeoneering: There are some natural caves around the location. Maybe the goblins used one of them to tunnel into the hall.

[Halford]

"Well lets see what do I know about the hold? Hmmm, well I seem to recall that the Clan who ruled there were the Stoneanvil Clan, kept to themselves other than selling ale and some fine weapons." The Wizard nods to his cousins axe.

"I wonder if the goblins used one of the caves in the area to breech the hold. Seems plausible and more likely than a frontal assault."

"Maybe I know just the right one for this job. If you want to go know, I can give him a message and send him after you."

"Excellent! Well you would have my thanks thats for sure, I am not a man renowned for my patience once resolved to a course of action! I say we go and let the good dwarf catch up should he choose to join us."

OOC: I am up for starting now if you fellas are.

[Leif]

Ray smiles grimly at Darvin's mention of his exceedlingly fine chopper. "Yes, Darvin, yes, by all means, let's just rush off like you always do. I suppose it must be your vast intellect that makes you so impatient with us regular mortals. Hmmm, I wonder if it is a coincidence that our missing member is probably the wisest among us?"

[Halford]

Darvin pulls a face,

"Bah wisdom thats just a pseudonym for no fun." He grins and then attempts to look stern and wizardly - he is not successful, but you can tell what he is going for.