Brynden leads you out of the bar and through various alleyways of Daunton's seedy underside until you reach what appears to be a two-story hovel. The house is unguarded, at least it appears so from the outside. Up the stairs there is a wooden door, which Brynden opens for you to reveal a suprisingly well-furnished room, complete with chairs, wine, and a large safe in on the back wall. Inside the spacious room are two men, and Brynden looks shocked; he appears to have expected more.
The first appears to be a young man in his mid-twenties with lightly tanned skin. A hooded cloak covers his jet black hair, and his boyish face is off-put by a deep scar below his left eye. He stands behind the older of the two, who is seated in a lavish leather chair. His significantly more weathered; his face is a cornocopia of jagged scars, criss-crossing across his face. His dirty blonde hair is combed and slicked back, and he stares coldly at his new guests, his hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed sword which he spins delicately.
"Ya' didn't get my message?!", Brynden shouts in anger, "Kill them, kill them now!"
The two men look at each other, and the older one lets loose a wry smile.
"What did you expect, Brynden?", he says. His voice is calm and smooth. "That at your word I would have fifteen crossbowmen ready to fire at your command? I wasn't aware that you were even a PART of my organization, let alone that you had risen to such a stature that you could order a hit. Since when do I fight your battles for you? If I recall correctly, you didn't think that my protection would be a wise investment."
"They came into MY bar, Marley! They came into MY bar and started ta cut up MY customers!"
"That's not what I heard, Brynden. I heard that you drew weapons first."
"They were asking questions, Marley!" Brynden stamps his foot in anger. "They came in and asked a DIRECT question about Rebekkah! That's straight-up code!"
The one called Marley sighs, rises to his feet, and slowly walks toward Brynden, sheathed sword in hand. "Brynden, you idiot. A group of strangers walks into your bar, two of them in FULL ARMOR, all of them CARRYING WEAPONS, obviously NOT FAMILIAR WITH HOW WE DO THINGS HERE, and they ask questions. And you give the order to draw blood? You KNOW they weren't trying to disrespect, and yet you decided to try and teach them a lesson. Why? Because you're a poseur, Brynden. You were trying to make a name for yourself on the streets by picking a fight, and you come crying to me when you inevitably get your hide handed to you on a silver platter."
Marley's speech grows in intensity as he nears Brynden. When he finally gets close enough, he backhands the half-elven bartender across the face.
"You're pathetic, Brynden. I'm here to talk to them, not kill them. Get out of my sight before I have Ash cut out your tongue."
Brynden looks embarassed, but his eyes shoot daggers at the group of adventurers before he sprints back through the door and down the stairs. Marley sighs, burying his head in his hands before addressing the party.
"I hope you all realize the favor I just did you. Now come sit, we have a lot to talk about."
[sblock=ooc]I wanted to get things back on track, and introduce Ashurn, who will be joining us. His player is PierceSG, who is fairly new here, and was very nice to put up with my slight tweaking of his backstory in order to fit him into the adventure. Sitting down and talking to Marley will qualify you to take a short rest.
I'm new to the whole "awarding experience" thing, but I'm gonna give it a shot. The total for the last encounter was 686
2 Halfling slingers=100x2=200
6 Human rabble=31x6=186
1 Gnome skulk=125
1 Brynden (Human beserker)=175
200+186+125+175=686
686/4=171.5
I'm gonna round down and award Seven Rabbit, Raiyek, Les, and Kruk 171 XP each. That shouldn't level anyone, but if it does, feel free to RP with Marley / Ash until you get approval.[/sblock]
... is the axe of better quality then my own? If so, what can you tell me about it?
