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Sunday, 5th June, 2011, 04:29 AM #1
Adventures in the Nentir Vale--IC
I'll go ahead and start the narrative.
"The companions looked furtively at each other as they paced alongside the merchant's wagon. Back in Harken Village, they had met an unusually personable and loquacious dwarf named Traevus, who had persuaded them to 'invest' 100 gold pieces each in a business venture he assured them would see 500%, 1200%, 2000% return; the profit potential seemed to grow with each new telling. He proposed to buy a wagon, fill it up with casks of the regionally popular Ironbeard Ale, and drive it to Fallcrest, which was hosting its annual fair.
They were half a day away from Fallcrest when the goblins attacked. The threat wasn't serious, and the companions easily drove off the attackers. The dwarf, however, had something rather odd stolen from him during the battle. One of the goblins snatched an old, yellow clay pot with curious designs painted on it. The creature immediately clambered off the wagon and scampered toward a mysterious figure standing in the distance, who wore an ostentatious red cloak. Then, the oddest part of this incident occurred: Traevus the dwarf pulled a small hammer from under his cloak, took aim, and threw the hammer in a perfect arc toward the red-cloaked figure. Instead of hitting the person, however, the hammer smashed into the pot, breaking it into numerous shards. The red-cloaked figure hurriedly gathered up the shards and made his escape. He missed one piece of of the broken pot, however, which Traevus pocketed without explanation. More than one of the companions had the impression that the dwarf had actually aimed for the pot.
Still, the prospect of the success of their 'business venture' impelled them to finish the journey to Fallcrest, where unfortunately, it was revealed that Traevus wasn't the only one with the idea of shipping ale to the fair; the glut of ale meant that the business partners barely broke even."
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Wednesday, 8th June, 2011, 04:03 PM #2
The first "real" quest
The companions wandered around Fallcrest and its fair for a couple of days before being approached by their former "business partner", Traevus, who hustles them into a nearby, nearly-empty tavern.
"Do you remember this?" he asks, as he pulls the out shard of clay pot and holds it up.
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Sunday, 12th June, 2011, 10:04 AM #3
Acolyte (Lvl 2)
- Join Date
- Jun 2004
- Syracuse, NY
ø Ignore hero4hire
Tanglebeard bobbed his head. "I never forget anything t' do with ale. Traevus is it? What yer about then?" The fur-clad dwarf asked.http://leb.wikia.com/wiki/LEB:PC:Filo_d%27Jorasco_(Hero4Hire)
Sunday, 12th June, 2011, 04:41 PM #4
Traevus smiles faintly at Tanglebeard and waves the barmaid over. "Some of your finest Ironbeard Ale for my companions," he says as he motions to those sitting at the table.
"Now, what I'm on about is a job, if you're willin'. I will pay you 100 gold--to each of you--to go back and retrieve the rest of that clay pot. It was a special order for one of the, um, merchants, here in Fallcrest, and...well, it seems he was really anxious to add that particular pot to his, er, collection." He crooks a finger and tugs at his collar as if the tavern had become stuffy. "The thing is," he continues, "you won't have much time. A few days at the most." He looks uncertainly from one to the other of the companions.
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Sunday, 12th June, 2011, 05:24 PM #5
Myrmidon (Lvl 10)
- Join Date
- Apr 2007
- Bahia Blanca, Buenos Aires, Argentina
ø Ignore Voda Vosa
Grumi narrows his eyes. "Yer speakin' like someone who has somethin' ta hide. Speak yer mind, fer me father's beard! We all saw ye makin' guts out o' now where and throwing a hammer towards that strange man, but ye were aiming at that figure, didn't ye? It is more important that ye are confesin'. I might be a human, but I was raised like a dwarf, I recognize the value o' thin's." he says brooming his long and abundant beard. "if ye want us to risk our necks, the least ye can do is tell us all the truth. Otherwise ye might as well go by yerself; as it stands, the only thing we got from ye is a fight with a bunch o' goblins, and a ride to this smelly town."
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Sunday, 12th June, 2011, 08:20 PM #6
Traevus leans back in his chair, looks around the table, then holds his hands out in supplication. "Friends, friends, I must beg your forgiveness; I mean no disrespect, no disrespect at all. I can see you gentlemen are not mere mercenaries that can simply be bought off with coin." He looks down and fiddles with his mug of ale. "The clay pot was more than it seemed, as I'm sure you have guessed." After carefully glancing around the empty room, he leans forward and speaks in a low voice. "There are things happening in the Nentir Vale; I'm not a dwarf that usually pays much attention to politics, but there is a change in how towns are being run; all sorts of new regulations and restrictions on trade, the powers that be in each town acting aloof and despotic in ways they never had before." He takes a sip of his ale. "And so, certain prominent merchants have banded together for the protection of their interests. Since their activities are considered 'extra-legal', all messages between them are confiscated and examined to detect any subversive activities. These merchants have taken to send information to each other through means other than letters. Putting a message in, or on, a clay pot, is one way they send information." He looks up at the companions again. "So, you can see why, once I realized that the goblins were after that particular clay pot, I had to destroy it. We had been discovered. I thought it enough to prevent the, well, the other side from learning what the message was. It turns out that my, er, patron, considered the message to contain vital information of some sort. And so, he tasked me to retrieve it. But I am no adventurer." He looks around at them again. "Will you help me?"
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