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<blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 3427884" data-attributes="member: 34958"><p><strong>Intro to Chapter 2- Illusions</strong></p><p></p><p>An hour after breakfast was served in the Dorinthian's new home, the party met in the baron's administrial office. Baron Dren Dorin, Sgt Kyle Radnal, Heron Silvertongue, Silas Generwine of the elven delegation, and Phly Loughphray of the gnomish delegation were also there. After short greetings, the party was motioned to chairs while the foreign delegates remained standing. Baraon Dorin started the discussion, <span style="color: teal">"Thank you for coming to hear us out, gentlemen. Mr. Loughphray here has a bit of a problem with his own home and is here to seek aid. I'm willing to send you gentlemen and a handful of other men to accompany him back to his homeland. If you can help him, it would help secure our south and establish for us a strong partner for trade, which we desperately need to get back on our feet. I can't spare more men, so I hope you are willing to help."</span></p><p></p><p>He nodded to Phly Loughphray, who started explaining the situation, <span style="color: white"><strong>"We honestly came here to seek help from the elven lands, when we heard about your own plight. We've been willing to help with the limited supplies that we brought, but now we must return to our clan. The elves are unwill... err... unable to help us,"</strong></span> he said this part carefully, while glancing at Silas Generwine, and Kel. <span style="color: white"><strong>"And the dwarves have sent a small contingent of aid, however can't spare anymore because of their own border problems. We've always had trouble with the various kobold clans,"</strong></span> he glanced then at Rix, <span style="color: white"><strong>"but recently a large influx of goblins in our hills has devestated our defenses. Also, the kobolds have become more aggressive, almost suicidal. There have been other problems... "</strong></span> his voice trailed off for a moment. <span style="color: white"><strong>"Regardless, we need capable men to help us protect our lands. It is our hope that you may be of assistance. Especially, Mr. Rix, who has shown an ability to make the kobold people a little more willing to negotiate... at least long enough for us to kick the goblins out. I hear they have been preying on the kobold clans as well, which may be the reason why the kobolds you met earlier have shown up this far north."</strong></span></p><p></p><p>After Phly finished talking the baron finished the meeting. <span style="color: teal">"You are to leave in a few hours, if you accept this task, gentlemen. That should be enough time to restock or to get a drink or say good-byes or whatever it is you do,"</span> the baron said awkwardly. <span style="color: teal">"Thank you. This is a big help to us."</span></p><p></p><p>At the mention of goblins attacking and about them being thent to gnomish lands, Alexander was staggered for a few seconds, remembering the dream he had the night before...</p><p></p><p>Immediatly the half-orc accepted the proposition, but planned to say his good-byes...<span style="color: Blue">"I accept. But what's that handful of other men? We need to know whom we'll be working with"</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: blue"><em>Tunnels... Underground... New terrains... I'll stand firm this time!</em></span></p><p></p><p>Silas nodded his agreement with Alexander and shouldered his pack. He seemed as if he wanted to make mention of something but he remained silent, remembering the dream of the previous night and wondering if it was in any way prophetic.</p><p></p><p>Sgt Radnal answered the half-orc's question, <span style="color: orange">"Just a few volunteers from our people. They won't be going with you while you explore the surrounding area or track down the goblin bases. Instead, they'll be extra swords for guarding the homes of the gnomes while you adventure outwards."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">"Good to know then"</span> Alexander nodded and without further ado retired to say good-bye to Ravil... and see if in the way he could run into Syra, and maybe even exchange a few words with her...</p><p></p><p><span style="color: blue"><em>That dream was sent by the Huntress to warn me of what lays ahead... Those kobolds aren't acting by their own will... I shoulld warn Rix later.</em></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: sienna"><em>Gnomes... bah, incompetant, groveling, worthless creatures. Think they'll trick us into helping them for nothing.</em></span> Vaerixsjach was silent during the meeting, but perhaps if his eyes could have been seen behind those smoky goggles he always wore then others might have had an idea as to what he was thinking. He clicked two claws together like a clock, in perfect rhythm.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: sienna"><em>The stupid beasts have gotten themselves into something they probably started, foolish stupid gnomes delving into what they shouldn't. My assistance... there's a perfectly reasonable solution to all of this, wipe yourselves out, problem solved.</em></span> The stacatto clicking of the two claws continued, uninterrupted and still in perfect intervals.</p><p></p><p>When the baron closed the meeting, Rix finally shifted to speak, <span style="color: sienna">"we've been pressed into service before Baron, without any recompense. We're not indebted to this village, you're indebted to us. It would only seem reasonable that you would pay your debt before we are to leave, hard times or not. This is not even to speak of proferring my services to gnomes."</span> His voice was sharp with contempt as he finished.</p><p></p><p>Kyle Radnal and Loughphray stiffened at Rix's words, though Silas Generwine smiled and nodded to himself, as if solving a previous puzzle that had eluded him.</p><p></p><p>After an awkward pause, Baron Dorin spoke with a confused look, <span style="color: teal">"Uh... Rix is it? Well, I would not consider you 'pressed' into service. This is simply a request and I had thought your last journey was made profitable for you, but if you feel abused I certainly will not force you to go. Do you feel I owe you money? I wish I had wealth to give you, you who have done so much. What of the rest of you gentlemen?"</span></p><p></p><p>Rix smirked at the gnome and human as they reacted to his statement. <span style="color: sienna">"Profitable? Some rusty blades and armor which would sell for barely the worth of the metal they are made with and a few coins to divide amongst four who risked their lives. Surely you can at least pressure the Risenthropes to waive their exuberantly inflated prices and offer equal trade for the goods we acquired. They would have even less business were it not for us securing this village."</span></p><p></p><p>Loughphray pondered for a moment before answering, <span style="color: white"><strong>"The goblins and people of...your kind... have taken many valuables from gnome lands. Whatever you recover you may keep, it's previous gnome owners will be told they may not reclaim any items stolen by the invaders, despite their worth. Does that satisfy, kobold?"</strong></span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: sienna">"That was expected. Stay out of this."</span> Vaerixsjach said with a cold and utterly malevolent air. <span style="color: sienna">"Baron? We have given you a new town, isn't that worth having your merchants refrain from fleecing our nearly bare pockets for their equipment?"</span></p><p></p><p>Loughphray bristled angrily, fingering his hand-axe. The baron looked almost ready to agree when Kyle Radnal stepped in. <span style="color: orange">"Sir, the Rosenthorpe's have their prices so high since they are trying to trade what little we have for essential tools and equipment. If it's the price of equipment that is giving Rix, here, a problem, our guard's armory can help outfit them with several items at no cost. Ammunition, food, water, and so on."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: sienna">"Perhaps that may be an equitable solution, although I doubt your armory will have much sized for myself nor the equipment I was seeking, although my companions may find it useful."</span> Rix said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.</p><p></p><p>DM's Note: Silas Generwine, the elven delegate, was watching this uncomfortable moment with a smile the entire time. If Rix had gotten greedy and requested more goods, the elf was going to step in and offer the kobold a very valuable brooch for his troubles. I have little doubt that Rix would have taken it as payment, but what he wouldn't have known was that the brooch was a family heirloom of Silas Generwine's family. Silas Generwine would have went back to the rest of the delegation, 'distraught' that the greedy Dorinthians could only be bribed by such treasure in order to act to save their gnomish cousins who had done so much for them. The resulting scandal would have hurt elven and human relations.</p><p></p><p>After all was decided, Sgt Radnal took the party into the armory where they had the chance to pick out one weapon and one piece of armor from what was available, and two other items. They were also allowed to take all of the ammunition and food they could carry.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange">"I do indeed find it useful, Sergeant,"</span> said Silas as he addded 20 bolts and several days worth of trail rations to his pack. Hefting its weight he nodded to himself as he decided that he has not packed more than he could comfortably carry. Looking first at his companions then to Sgt. Radnal he said, <span style="color: orange">"I am ready to go."</span></p><p></p><p>The cleric Ravil had seen the party leave the administrative building and followed the half-orc into the armory, slipping him a small potion, <span style="color: yellow">"Use this in case you or someone else is badly hurt. No need to fear wolves this time."</span> He gave Alexander a wink, and in return the ranger patted Ravil's shoulder thankfully, and slipped the vial into a new backpack. Alexander also took a grappling hook, a 100ft coil of rope, and a longbow along with 40 arrows.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: blue">"Ready. When will we depart?" <em>I would have been lifted by her sight, pity I won't see her until we return.</em></span></p><p></p><p>Kel, believing that the Huntress had a purpose to how he was feeling at the moment, agreed to the contract. Exchanging his armour for something sturdier in a chain shirt, and swapping his short bow for a longbow, he waited patiently on the road for his comapnions.</p><p></p><p>The group left by midday. As they began to leave, Alexander took one last look at the baron's new building. On the balcony he saw Syra watching him. She smiled charmingly at the ranger as he left, and gave one quick wave as he disappeared with his group down the main street and off into their next adventure.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Deuce Traveler, post: 3427884, member: 34958"] [b]Intro to Chapter 2- Illusions[/b] An hour after breakfast was served in the Dorinthian's new home, the party met in the baron's administrial office. Baron Dren Dorin, Sgt Kyle Radnal, Heron Silvertongue, Silas Generwine of the elven delegation, and Phly Loughphray of the gnomish delegation were also there. After short greetings, the party was motioned to chairs while the foreign delegates remained standing. Baraon Dorin started the discussion, [color=teal]"Thank you for coming to hear us out, gentlemen. Mr. Loughphray here has a bit of a problem with his own home and is here to seek aid. I'm willing to send you gentlemen and a handful of other men to accompany him back to his homeland. If you can help him, it would help secure our south and establish for us a strong partner for trade, which we desperately need to get back on our feet. I can't spare more men, so I hope you are willing to help."[/color] He nodded to Phly Loughphray, who started explaining the situation, [color=white][b]"We honestly came here to seek help from the elven lands, when we heard about your own plight. We've been willing to help with the limited supplies that we brought, but now we must return to our clan. The elves are unwill... err... unable to help us,"[/b][/color][b][/b] he said this part carefully, while glancing at Silas Generwine, and Kel. [color=white][b]"And the dwarves have sent a small contingent of aid, however can't spare anymore because of their own border problems. We've always had trouble with the various kobold clans,"[/b][/color][b][/b] he glanced then at Rix, [color=white][b]"but recently a large influx of goblins in our hills has devestated our defenses. Also, the kobolds have become more aggressive, almost suicidal. There have been other problems... "[/b][/color][b][/b] his voice trailed off for a moment. [color=white][b]"Regardless, we need capable men to help us protect our lands. It is our hope that you may be of assistance. Especially, Mr. Rix, who has shown an ability to make the kobold people a little more willing to negotiate... at least long enough for us to kick the goblins out. I hear they have been preying on the kobold clans as well, which may be the reason why the kobolds you met earlier have shown up this far north."[/b][/color][b][/b] After Phly finished talking the baron finished the meeting. [color=teal]"You are to leave in a few hours, if you accept this task, gentlemen. That should be enough time to restock or to get a drink or say good-byes or whatever it is you do,"[/color] the baron said awkwardly. [color=teal]"Thank you. This is a big help to us."[/color] At the mention of goblins attacking and about them being thent to gnomish lands, Alexander was staggered for a few seconds, remembering the dream he had the night before... Immediatly the half-orc accepted the proposition, but planned to say his good-byes...[COLOR=Blue]"I accept. But what's that handful of other men? We need to know whom we'll be working with"[/COLOR] [color=blue][I]Tunnels... Underground... New terrains... I'll stand firm this time![/I][/color] Silas nodded his agreement with Alexander and shouldered his pack. He seemed as if he wanted to make mention of something but he remained silent, remembering the dream of the previous night and wondering if it was in any way prophetic. Sgt Radnal answered the half-orc's question, [color=orange]"Just a few volunteers from our people. They won't be going with you while you explore the surrounding area or track down the goblin bases. Instead, they'll be extra swords for guarding the homes of the gnomes while you adventure outwards."[/color] [COLOR=Blue]"Good to know then"[/COLOR] Alexander nodded and without further ado retired to say good-bye to Ravil... and see if in the way he could run into Syra, and maybe even exchange a few words with her... [color=blue][I]That dream was sent by the Huntress to warn me of what lays ahead... Those kobolds aren't acting by their own will... I shoulld warn Rix later.[/I][/color] [color=sienna][i]Gnomes... bah, incompetant, groveling, worthless creatures. Think they'll trick us into helping them for nothing.[/i][/color] Vaerixsjach was silent during the meeting, but perhaps if his eyes could have been seen behind those smoky goggles he always wore then others might have had an idea as to what he was thinking. He clicked two claws together like a clock, in perfect rhythm. [color=sienna][i]The stupid beasts have gotten themselves into something they probably started, foolish stupid gnomes delving into what they shouldn't. My assistance... there's a perfectly reasonable solution to all of this, wipe yourselves out, problem solved.[/i][/color] The stacatto clicking of the two claws continued, uninterrupted and still in perfect intervals. When the baron closed the meeting, Rix finally shifted to speak, [color=sienna]"we've been pressed into service before Baron, without any recompense. We're not indebted to this village, you're indebted to us. It would only seem reasonable that you would pay your debt before we are to leave, hard times or not. This is not even to speak of proferring my services to gnomes."[/color] His voice was sharp with contempt as he finished. Kyle Radnal and Loughphray stiffened at Rix's words, though Silas Generwine smiled and nodded to himself, as if solving a previous puzzle that had eluded him. After an awkward pause, Baron Dorin spoke with a confused look, [color=teal]"Uh... Rix is it? Well, I would not consider you 'pressed' into service. This is simply a request and I had thought your last journey was made profitable for you, but if you feel abused I certainly will not force you to go. Do you feel I owe you money? I wish I had wealth to give you, you who have done so much. What of the rest of you gentlemen?"[/color] Rix smirked at the gnome and human as they reacted to his statement. [color=sienna]"Profitable? Some rusty blades and armor which would sell for barely the worth of the metal they are made with and a few coins to divide amongst four who risked their lives. Surely you can at least pressure the Risenthropes to waive their exuberantly inflated prices and offer equal trade for the goods we acquired. They would have even less business were it not for us securing this village."[/color] Loughphray pondered for a moment before answering, [color=white][b]"The goblins and people of...your kind... have taken many valuables from gnome lands. Whatever you recover you may keep, it's previous gnome owners will be told they may not reclaim any items stolen by the invaders, despite their worth. Does that satisfy, kobold?"[/b][/color][b][/b] [color=sienna]"That was expected. Stay out of this."[/color] Vaerixsjach said with a cold and utterly malevolent air. [color=sienna]"Baron? We have given you a new town, isn't that worth having your merchants refrain from fleecing our nearly bare pockets for their equipment?"[/color] Loughphray bristled angrily, fingering his hand-axe. The baron looked almost ready to agree when Kyle Radnal stepped in. [color=orange]"Sir, the Rosenthorpe's have their prices so high since they are trying to trade what little we have for essential tools and equipment. If it's the price of equipment that is giving Rix, here, a problem, our guard's armory can help outfit them with several items at no cost. Ammunition, food, water, and so on."[/color] [color=sienna]"Perhaps that may be an equitable solution, although I doubt your armory will have much sized for myself nor the equipment I was seeking, although my companions may find it useful."[/color] Rix said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. DM's Note: Silas Generwine, the elven delegate, was watching this uncomfortable moment with a smile the entire time. If Rix had gotten greedy and requested more goods, the elf was going to step in and offer the kobold a very valuable brooch for his troubles. I have little doubt that Rix would have taken it as payment, but what he wouldn't have known was that the brooch was a family heirloom of Silas Generwine's family. Silas Generwine would have went back to the rest of the delegation, 'distraught' that the greedy Dorinthians could only be bribed by such treasure in order to act to save their gnomish cousins who had done so much for them. The resulting scandal would have hurt elven and human relations. After all was decided, Sgt Radnal took the party into the armory where they had the chance to pick out one weapon and one piece of armor from what was available, and two other items. They were also allowed to take all of the ammunition and food they could carry. [color=orange]"I do indeed find it useful, Sergeant,"[/color] said Silas as he addded 20 bolts and several days worth of trail rations to his pack. Hefting its weight he nodded to himself as he decided that he has not packed more than he could comfortably carry. Looking first at his companions then to Sgt. Radnal he said, [color=orange]"I am ready to go."[/color] The cleric Ravil had seen the party leave the administrative building and followed the half-orc into the armory, slipping him a small potion, [color=yellow]"Use this in case you or someone else is badly hurt. No need to fear wolves this time."[/color] He gave Alexander a wink, and in return the ranger patted Ravil's shoulder thankfully, and slipped the vial into a new backpack. Alexander also took a grappling hook, a 100ft coil of rope, and a longbow along with 40 arrows. [color=blue]"Ready. When will we depart?" [i]I would have been lifted by her sight, pity I won't see her until we return.[/i][/color][i][/i] Kel, believing that the Huntress had a purpose to how he was feeling at the moment, agreed to the contract. Exchanging his armour for something sturdier in a chain shirt, and swapping his short bow for a longbow, he waited patiently on the road for his comapnions. The group left by midday. As they began to leave, Alexander took one last look at the baron's new building. On the balcony he saw Syra watching him. She smiled charmingly at the ranger as he left, and gave one quick wave as he disappeared with his group down the main street and off into their next adventure. [/QUOTE]
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