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Thread: Scotley's Tomb of Horrors 3.5
Sunday, 23rd March, 2008, 04:24 AM #1
Magsman (Lvl 14)
Scotley's Tomb of Horrors 3.5
RG OOC: Recruiting
You step off the boat in Saltmarsh. Not much of a town to look at, but there seem to be a lot of people about moving with purpose. The smell of the nearby swamp mixed with the salty fishy smell of the harbor and stired up by the slow moving Kingfisher river doesn't fill you with hope. Your mind springs unbidden to the two letters you recieved a fortnight ago from Saltmarsh Sendings. The first was from Ambrose Wythwindle. It seemed upbeat and excited he was on the trail of a great find deep in the Hool Marshes in southern Keoland. He needed competent help to get to the root of a historical mystery and almost as an afterthought he mentioned a great treasure and the dangers. The old rogue's confident excitement made the second letter, dated three days later, but arriving to you at the same time, all the more shocking.
It was from J. Murdle Markman, Esquire. Saltmarsh, Keoland.
'I regret to inform you of the demise of Ambrose Wythwindle, who died of a swamp fever and old age yesterday here in Saltmarsh. I have been appointed executor of his Will and you are listed in the Will. Professor Wythwindle has asked that you attend the reading of the Will as you are named in the Will and a portion of his estate is to be given to you. The reading of the Will is to take place on Water day the 19th of Reeping, 592. Please present yourself no later than twelve noon on the 19th at The Lizard's Boat Tavern. The reading of the Will is set for 1:30 pm and that extra time is to be used to establish your identity as set forth in the Will.'
And now it is the afternoon of the 18th of Reeping and you find youself a new arival in a new town after a long journey. You see a nearby tavern, but it does not appear to be the Lizard's Boat. A sign above the door shows a grossly exaggerated satyr with one of his hoofed feet jammed into his mouth and an expression of shock and worry on his face. Other travelers mill about not sure where to go next, but most gather their things set off with a destination in mind.
Last edited by Scotley; Tuesday, 21st October, 2008 at 05:20 PM. Reason: added links to other threads
Sunday, 23rd March, 2008, 04:33 AM #2
Minor Trickster (Lvl 4)
Tagret dons his garb of the hunting cat. He always enjoyed the looks that were tossed his way. He makes his way toward the nearby tavern and strolls up to the barkeep, "Where can I find the Lizard's Boat Tavern?"
Sunday, 23rd March, 2008, 04:52 AM #3
Magsman (Lvl 14)
The Hoof 'n' Mouth
A dwarf behind the bar looks Tagret up and down. "Now why go way over there when I've got the best prices in Saltmarsh right here. Besides, I only offer directions to those what drink in mah bar." He picks up a slightly grimy mug and begins wiping it with an even grimier towel stuck in the belt around his waist. "Ale for you? Blahg's Black is the best in town for the price." The patrons seem to be local fishermen or sailors who take little interest in the Monk at the bar. As his eyes adjust to the light, Tagert realizes the construction here is new despite the run down even decrepit appearance of the place.
Sunday, 23rd March, 2008, 05:31 AM #4
Gallant (Lvl 3)
Zorn glances around taking in his suroundings. He notices the tavern but notes that it is not the one he seeks. Allowing his cloak to billow about him as he strides into town, he will go to the nearest haberdashery and inquire about getting a new hat and the location of the Lizard's Boat Tavern.
Sunday, 23rd March, 2008, 05:54 AM #5
Minor Trickster (Lvl 4)
Originally Posted by Scotley
Tagret smiles under his cat mask. He taps his gloved nails on the counter. "I am a monk, we do not drink sir." He cocks his head slightly to one side, and looks at a drunken patron sitting at a table, "A pint then, but for that man over there." Tagret begins to reach for his gold, but withdraws his hand. He looks at the barkeep, "Directions please sir. I have agreed to purchase a pint of ale in exchange for information."
Sunday, 23rd March, 2008, 08:19 AM #6
Jason eyes the town, taking note of defenses he can see from his position (if any). Grunting to him self he grabs his gear and heads towards the local temple of Pelor to present him self. Upon reaching the temple he will don his armor, catch up on local temple and general news and spend the evening in prayer for his old travel companion.
Sunday, 23rd March, 2008, 04:29 PM #7
Magsman (Lvl 14)
Zorn strides up the first major street he sees and discovers a shop with a large plumed hat on the sign out front. It is a low green wooden structure with only about 10' of frontage. Inside he finds the ceiling uncomfortably low. A middle-age Gnomish woman is blocking a hat at the back of the shop, while the front of the little place has several hats on display. Zorn can see they are made by a skilled craftsman, though her skills mostly run to ornate women's hats. There are some serviceable hats for men as well. She looks up and smiles at Zorn. "Ah you look like you need a new hat sir."
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