The Rolling Man
First Post
[Sblock=Ambrus]Tosh continues robbing more people from under the dice table. This time, he steals a silver ring from a gambler that is enthusiastically placing his bet for the next round. The kobold also manages to get 3 yellow (gold) chips and 7 gray (silver) ones from his pockets. As the dealer ask for another round of betting, Tosh looks on as the man fumbles to try to find his lost gambling chips. It isn't long before the dealer says : "If you're out of money, mister, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." "Wait, wait, I had more … where is it gone ? Thief ! there must be a thief here !" "Yes, I've heard it all before. Beyar ! Someone needs your 'mark' here." "Nooo, I had more ! I was rooobbbed." Tosh's victims cries out has a burly bald man drags him out.
The man who had the piece of parchment Tosh stole looks to be a rough sailor. He's unshaven and has dark brown hair. From what the kobold can observe, he's here with a group of similar fellows which includes a woman with curly, long black hair and an eyepatch over one eye. They keep gambling a little longer at the table Tosh is under and laugh when the other gambler gets carried outside. After a few more minutes, however, they walk away and will disappear into the crowds, out of Tosh's view, unless the little rogue tries to follow them.[/Sblock]
[Sblock=Ghostcat]Chan Ti is able to overhear most of the conversion between the dark haired mage and Voadam. They talk in obscure arcane terms that Chan Ti doesn't quite understand. The mage seems curious at first about the robed 'Ulfen' but then dismiss him at the end of their exchange.[/Sblock]
At the Goblin's Tankard
The barman fetches a glass of water with a slight frown. "Two pieces of silver." He tells Kronk. As Rorgar examines his drink, one the larger Ulfen approaches the pair. It's obvious that he's already intoxicated and his accent makes him a bit hard to understand. "Ve thought all haff-ork were tough. Now, I shee you drinkhing vather in a bar. Whash you're other haff ? Panzy elf ?"
OOC: Sorry about the slow updates this week. I've been busier then usual.
The man who had the piece of parchment Tosh stole looks to be a rough sailor. He's unshaven and has dark brown hair. From what the kobold can observe, he's here with a group of similar fellows which includes a woman with curly, long black hair and an eyepatch over one eye. They keep gambling a little longer at the table Tosh is under and laugh when the other gambler gets carried outside. After a few more minutes, however, they walk away and will disappear into the crowds, out of Tosh's view, unless the little rogue tries to follow them.[/Sblock]
[Sblock=Ghostcat]Chan Ti is able to overhear most of the conversion between the dark haired mage and Voadam. They talk in obscure arcane terms that Chan Ti doesn't quite understand. The mage seems curious at first about the robed 'Ulfen' but then dismiss him at the end of their exchange.[/Sblock]
"No, nothing of the sort. I'm here on personal business." The mage answers Voadam vaguely. The two chat for a while about magical theory but Voadam can only understand a small amount of the arcane terms the wizard is using. The rest of his arcane jargon is alien to Voadam. Either magic works differently here or they call things differently. The wizard grows increasingly frustrated with Voadam until he mentions that dark elves could be responsable for the Blot. "Ha, ha. Yes, of course, dark elves ... wait, you're being serious ? Ha, ha, ha, I see now, you're one of those. I'm sorry but we REAL wizard don't believe in tales told to scare children. Ha, what's next ? The Sandpoint Devil is causing the Blot ?" He chuckles as he walks away.Voadam said:Voadam chats up the wizard, asking if he was hired to look out for cheating magics or if he is here for the ambiance. Voadam will happily discuss technical issues of spellcraft and spell lore and even ask about the wizard's theories on the blot, while sharing his own preliminary speculations based upon the darkness generating powers of dark elves and infernal fiends as possible bases.
At the Goblin's Tankard
The barman fetches a glass of water with a slight frown. "Two pieces of silver." He tells Kronk. As Rorgar examines his drink, one the larger Ulfen approaches the pair. It's obvious that he's already intoxicated and his accent makes him a bit hard to understand. "Ve thought all haff-ork were tough. Now, I shee you drinkhing vather in a bar. Whash you're other haff ? Panzy elf ?"
OOC: Sorry about the slow updates this week. I've been busier then usual.