Strahd_Von_Zarovich
First Post
There are but few who I, Elmo can count on with my eyes folded, Burne and Rufus, but the chance you get an interview with them is like the chance Gertiax, the ancient black dragon that ruled over those hills 100 years ago will enter to the inn.
He laughs loudly.
And Jaroo, he is an old friend of mine, he is a Druid of the old faith, living in the Grove to the south east.
He stands up and prepares to leave
You can come to my office first thing on the morning.
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Time passes and you arrange your equipment in the rooms, make your beds and prepare for the night. Music can be heard from the main hall mixing with shouts and cheers.
Plenty of people came to the Welcome wench, everybody smiles, laugh and rocks their chairs as the Elf minstrel end a song and start another one, "Iuz Don't Take Your Orcs to Town"
"You've armored up your orcs and equipped all of your Bonehearts,
Iuz are you contemplating invading a town somewhere?
The crystal ball I use tells me that some walls are coming down,
Oh Iuz, don't take your orcs to town.
It wasn't me that started that old crazy Greyhawk war.
But now I see what's in Dorakaa and coming out for more.
And yes, it's true that we aren't the strength we used to be,
Oh Iuz, we will need some mercy.
It's hard to understand why you're so twisted up inside,
Although from the sages you're the son of a demon I realize.
But if you invade, it won't be long until we're not around,
Oh Iuz, don't take your orcs to town.
He's leaving now cause I just saw the crystal ball go black,
Old Wicked must have sent a demon to bring me screaming back.
If I could Wish I'd get my staff and put Old Wicked in the ground,
Oh Iuz, don't take your orcs to town.
Oh Iuz, for Boccob's sake, turn around"
All are quite, then a bunch of gnome merchants rock the chairs and raise toast for everyone. Looking around you see the following.
Vesta is runing like crazy from one guest to another, MAridosen the barkeeper pour drinks behind the counter.
Mr. Gastesh, the human treasure seeker whom you talked earlier sits in the corner and enjoys a plate of fruit and cheese, Mr. Poscurian, the gnome that spoke with Lenuran sits on the counter with a glass of brandy and listens to the music, in a central table sits Tragge - the Stone mason who talked to Korbryn - with another stout dwarf, a gnome who sports freckles and long red haired and a bald dark skinned human. Another elf dressed in fine robes engaged in a conversation with a chubby woman near the unlir fireplace.
In a sided private room, partially covered with black curtains you spot Elmo, sitting with three other humans, one of them seems very old, Lenuran recognize him as Ostler, the owner of this place, the other two are in their forties.
He laughs loudly.
And Jaroo, he is an old friend of mine, he is a Druid of the old faith, living in the Grove to the south east.
He stands up and prepares to leave
You can come to my office first thing on the morning.
***************************************
Time passes and you arrange your equipment in the rooms, make your beds and prepare for the night. Music can be heard from the main hall mixing with shouts and cheers.
Plenty of people came to the Welcome wench, everybody smiles, laugh and rocks their chairs as the Elf minstrel end a song and start another one, "Iuz Don't Take Your Orcs to Town"
"You've armored up your orcs and equipped all of your Bonehearts,
Iuz are you contemplating invading a town somewhere?
The crystal ball I use tells me that some walls are coming down,
Oh Iuz, don't take your orcs to town.
It wasn't me that started that old crazy Greyhawk war.
But now I see what's in Dorakaa and coming out for more.
And yes, it's true that we aren't the strength we used to be,
Oh Iuz, we will need some mercy.
It's hard to understand why you're so twisted up inside,
Although from the sages you're the son of a demon I realize.
But if you invade, it won't be long until we're not around,
Oh Iuz, don't take your orcs to town.
He's leaving now cause I just saw the crystal ball go black,
Old Wicked must have sent a demon to bring me screaming back.
If I could Wish I'd get my staff and put Old Wicked in the ground,
Oh Iuz, don't take your orcs to town.
Oh Iuz, for Boccob's sake, turn around"
All are quite, then a bunch of gnome merchants rock the chairs and raise toast for everyone. Looking around you see the following.
Vesta is runing like crazy from one guest to another, MAridosen the barkeeper pour drinks behind the counter.
Mr. Gastesh, the human treasure seeker whom you talked earlier sits in the corner and enjoys a plate of fruit and cheese, Mr. Poscurian, the gnome that spoke with Lenuran sits on the counter with a glass of brandy and listens to the music, in a central table sits Tragge - the Stone mason who talked to Korbryn - with another stout dwarf, a gnome who sports freckles and long red haired and a bald dark skinned human. Another elf dressed in fine robes engaged in a conversation with a chubby woman near the unlir fireplace.
In a sided private room, partially covered with black curtains you spot Elmo, sitting with three other humans, one of them seems very old, Lenuran recognize him as Ostler, the owner of this place, the other two are in their forties.
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