[Adventure] Invasion of the Einherjar (DM: CrimsonFlameWielder, Judge: Covaithe )

[Wife Of Meepo]

Ilex looks over the list and thinks aloud to the group. So. “Boomer” will probably be able to provide a fail safe where we would be able to retreat and blow up the docks to keep the Einherjar from getting to shore. Her eye flick back to the paper to ensure she gets the next name correct Blackwell, being a defense specialist, would likely help us fortify the docks so we could fight from cover. Whereas, Shierantil might be able to help us know where to hit to make it really count. Ilex pauses to think a moment then states. I think we need to determine what area we need help the most and ask that legendary icon for help.

[sblock=RE: Text Color]Italics contraindication noted and adjusted for. Also will nix the bold to keep life simple. [/sblock]

 

[jbear]

As the group discusses where to head the note appears from a grubby little hand sticking out of a hole in the ground.

Leather reads it. It takes him quite a while. He glares at the hole. In a loud but clearly audible whisper:

"Why you sending me notes? You know reading makes my head hurt. And if you want food, then go find out about this Boomer. You find something then Mr Cobb will get you some food! Now get."

Screwing the note up and throwing it away Leather shrugs and says: "No luck. We're still pretty new to Daunton. It's a big place and a lot to learn about. So ... where to?"

 

[Son of Meepo]

The gnoll looks down to face the dryad he towers over.

"My years in the circus have taught me that an well timed explosion can serve many purposes. Not only could it cause damage to the enemies, it can serve as a distraction, supplying a tactical diversion. Then as you say, it can be used defensively to cut off their advance."

Fhangrim then turns to the monk.

"I still say Boomer is our best option."

 

[jbear]

"Boomer is a dwarf. Maybe the tavern is a good place to start asking. Maybe we'll find Boomer at the bottom of a tankard somewhere. Any place in Daunton famous for dwarven ale?"

Leather slowly turns and looks at the hole in the ground. "Well ... what are you waiting for. Dwarven Ale House. That can't be as hard as finding a Boomer. If you want food for your belly stop staring and start asking!"

Scuttling can be heard from within the drain hole as Leather's friend moves into action.

[sblock=OOC] Streetwise 15: Famous Dwarven Ale House in Daunton? Need to start somewhere, and even if he's not there surely they will know someone as famous a dwarf as Boomer! [/sblock]

 

[CrimsonFlameWielder]

It is rather amazing the speed with which the strange halfling, Bellyache, is able to procure information...and from within a sewer network no less! In less than ten minutes, Leather hears that tale-tell scritchity scuttle from within one of the drains near the gutter he is standing next to and he hears a whisper in the goblin language.

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Bellyache find dwarf ale house! Down near docks. Called the Bearded Barley! Find Boomer. Bring back nachos!
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[WEContact]

Fhangrim then turns to the monk.

"I still say Boomer is our best option."

OOC: Haaku is a Ranger|Fighter MC Monk. Took me a while to realize you were talking about him.

Haaku hears the whispering, but he doesn't understand Goblin. All of a sudden Leather, who until recently had been a source of comfort to Haaku as the only normal-seeming mercenary in the bunch, struck him as being decidedly abnormal. Whispering at grates that inexplicably whisper back. Haaku shook his head. Whatever works- he'd best just go along with it.

He catches Fhangrim watching him, and realizes that he had been addressed. "Boomer's fine. I like Dwarves."

 

[jbear]

"Down by the docks there is a Dwarven Alehouse. Bearded Barley is the name. Maybe they can tell us about Boomer in there. If we have to start may as well start somewhere."

Leather heads off towards the docks assuming that the group intends to follow some lead over no lead at all. Besides time is of the essence and he had wasted enough waiting for Bellyache to find the information.

Bellyache's hissing follows them along the streets as they pass each open sewer grate until Leather finally tires and growls at the ground.

"Alright, damn your bellyaching! I'll bring you food if they know something in the place you've sent us. Otherwise forget it. Go hunt a rat. Besides I aint been paid yet."

The hissing stops as they proceed towards the docks.

 

[Son of Meepo]

"I was going to suggest turning around and going back into the tavern behind us, but if you think this Bearded Barley is going to bear more fruit, then lead on good man!"

 

[ANGRYxPIRATE]

The gnome takes more than a glance at the mystical fey cousin as she approaches and seems to take a stance of authority or was it a haughty air? Gneil listens to the banter and goings to and fro nodding in agreement to the payment hopping on a nearby bench to peek at the list. Dwarves? This should be interesting. He thought to himself before hearing the human mention his name with the promise of food... who did he think he was some traveling money machine?? Seeing as the present matter of foreign barbarian invaders was far more pressing than confronting Leather about overextending his previous promise of food to others Gneil decided to keep silent about it and move with the group. Being his first real adventure since leaving his homeland the gnome was feeling a bit overwhelmed and followed close to Leather, "I think as stubborn as dwarves can be this Boomer should have no issue helping us defend the very docks where he nightly kills his dwindling braincell count. Though if I might add my opinion I believe we are not looking at the possibility of being completely outnumbered! Should they have us beat two barbarians for every ONE militia men we will be pushed back into the civilian streets rather quickly.. yes explosions are pretty but the focus should be to hold them at the docks.", his voice rambles a bit as he does sometimes when excited not knowing how much of it the fighter could comprehend or bothered to listen to. The gnome moves over towards the (his sized) owlbear and peers over it's features wondering what feat of arcane creation spawned this species as it would hardly be considered natural.

OOC: Wow I'm gone for 20 hours defending freedom and we have another page and a half of RP.. being on the other side of the world has its disadvantages haha!

 

[CrimsonFlameWielder]

It takes the group roughly half of an hour to reach the docks and find the Bearded Barley. Standing before it, it seems rather unremarkable. There is an old worn down sign in front of what looks like a small house. It has obviously been converted into a pub on the inside, as from outside the building, staring in, you can see a cleared out room with some empty tables.

Walking into the pub, you see a few patrons eating the humble food (mostly an assortment of fried potatoes and hunks of some kind of fish) and drinking tall glasses of some kind of dark amber liquid. The room is quiet except for the tinkling of the piano keys from an auto-player in the back corner of the room, and one of the human patrons sitting at the bar.

"...yesh, I nowsh dat Barley, but watsh a guy t'do whin 'ish wife an' kidsh won' even talksh t' 'im, huh? Tellsh me dat mush!"

With a sad shake of his head, the barman pours another glass of beer for the man (who you notice has a nice line up of 6 empty glasses next to him) and places it in front of him.

"All right, Randal. All right. I'll put this one on your tab. But that's it. No more until you've paid up."

Randal nods at Barley drunkenly and then begins to nurse the alcoholic beverage like it was the last he was going to see in a very long time.

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"...did'n' yoosh'ta be dish way. Afore I getsh kicked offa me ship...shtupid dwarfsh tellin' me howsh t'load a cannon. I knowsh how t'load a cannon...shtupid dwarfsh."
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