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<blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5096536" data-attributes="member: 82679"><p>Merry quickly raises her eyes as she sips her mug of steaming hot tea, when she hears mention of the Valley. The lass's cute face is now frozen for a moment, as she still holds the large clay cup with both hands, the edge barely touching her lips. <strong>"So, you're going to the Valley then? I guess you'll be joining those Paladins that have come to town recently. It'd be foolish to go alone for sure."</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p>Just then, Jill comes back with a large loaf of round, home made bread, and a big square piece of white cottage cheese. <strong>"Here!"</strong> the little girl smiles eagerly and places the food on the table. She then eyes Thok with suspicion and waves her index finger, which is about as long as one of the Half-Orc's teeth. <strong>"You must wash your hands before eating, right Merry?"</strong> Jill addresses her sister with a proud grin on her face.</p><p></p><p>Merry looks at Thok and Kye apologetically but nods and says <strong>"Yes that's right."</strong></p><p></p><p>She then gets up and brings a pitcher of water and a hempen towel. <strong>"Please, feel free. Eat and drink up, but we must head off soon. It's almost evening and i have to go to "The Three Queens" before the patrons start swarming Mr. Hatley. You are welcome to accompany me though, I'm sure the roasted meats and fine ales they have there will be more satisfying than our own plain food."</strong> Merry speaks with a calm voice as she takes off the towel from her head and releases her luscious auburn hair.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">***</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p></p><p></p><p>Adelaide nods and places her left hand on the hilt of her sword, as the group makes their way trough the now less crowded streets. The promise of heavier rains has discouraged the populace from roaming about, and only the occasional peddler or street urchin can be seen. <strong>"It is not my place to speak for Lazarus, but i think he rather liked you and that Aasimar man, while he only recognized the need for the Wizard's skills. But, going outside in the rain and when night is fast approaching is not the wisest of choices - If that rash man behind us did not object, I am sure you can see merit in that as well. By the way</strong> - the female Paladin fixes something on her gloves as she speaks. - <strong>why do you fight with concealed blades? I must admit their efficiency the way you gutted that ruffian. But i had always thought them the weapons of thugs and miscreants. No offense meant, of course."</strong></p><p></p><p>Bran grins and slaps Sensalar's shoulder lightly with his massive palm. <strong>"Eh, yer a farmboy then? Or do ye have some Ranger training? Never dun seen one with looks such as yers. Ye be from another kingdom? Anyay, Lobri's breed is special. They be really strong beasties to be sure - ye heard of a Dire Boar? Well they be like them, only tougher an' more stubborn, har har!</strong> - Bran laughs and slaps Lobri's thick white mane, the fur cushioning the blow to such an extent that the beast doesn't even turn it's head towards the large man. - <strong> I found him as a bleating young lamb, barely a week old. Shivverin' on a bunch o' rocks up in da Norhtern mountains. His whole heard was slaughtered - bad stuff, blood and guts everywhere. What could chew trough more than a score o' Dire Rams, I dunno, but it sure ain't no forest critter dat i know of, and i knows them all."</strong></p><p></p><p>The group soon reaches their destination, a large three story building made of stone, with stables on the side. The wooden sign, now screeching slowly as the wind moves it back and forth, displays a silver boar in flight and four men armed with spears chasing it trough a wooded region. Below it says <strong>"THE SILVER BOAR"</strong> with large, white letters.</p><p></p><p>Inside, the tavern on the first floor is packed with visitors, although it is not noisy or stuffy. Most of the patrons seem to be Paladins or others enlisted with Lazrus's crusade, and they are quietly conversing over ale and supper. Behind the bar, the innkeeper is a large, bearded fellow with a scar running across his forehead. Despite the gray in his hair, he seems to be the tough and "no nonsense" type of person. In one of the corners, a duo of a man and a woman, are performing a popular folk song, the man playing a lute and the woman singing with a pleasant voice. Both of them are dressed in green and white, with golden jewelry on their arms and around their necks. </p><p></p><p>When Adelaide approaches the innkeeper he raises his hands apologetically and speaks before she has the chance. <strong>"Sorry m'aam, ain't got no more room left. Tell his Lordship that I can't accommodate any more patrons, even though the Gods as my witness i want to. Even the servant's quarters have been emptied and provided to yer order. Hell even the stables are full, since every one of you has a horse!"</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">***</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p></p><p></p><p>The other Wizard remains silent for a moment, his hands clasped before his face. He then replies with annoyance in his tone. <strong>"I do not find amusement when i have to rely on idiots to carry out my plans. Unfortunately this endeavor by the temple of Lathander has gathered every moron with a rusty sword from fifty miles, and everyone thinks they are a big hero. I need men of skill and wit, and ones that can keep their focus. Now, before we continue, I must ask you to remove your accomplice. What i have to offer and say is for your ears only."</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, in the "Lone Traveler"s crowded and loud main hall, a short, almost invisible figure sits quietly and drinks cheap, watered-down ale. Herriman is alone on a table for two, and nobody seems to be paying any attention to him at all. The big breasted serving wench had disregarded him the moment she saw his appearance - was it because he is a Halfling, or because his clothes are worn and have lost colour with use, he could not tell. She had come only to take his order, then brought it and insisted he pay before she left to accommodate some other, richer looking patrons with a greasy smile on her face.</p><p></p><p>Curiously enough, Herriman noticed the coming of two spellcasters of some sort, and their private conversation on the table behind him. It is hard to hear much because of the noise in the tavern, but if he tries he can catch a word or two trough the shouting and laughing.</p><p></p><p>[sblock]Listen check please! <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" /> This is the best way to start you off, trust me Latham's conversation will be of major interest to Herriman.[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Myth and Legend, post: 5096536, member: 82679"] Merry quickly raises her eyes as she sips her mug of steaming hot tea, when she hears mention of the Valley. The lass's cute face is now frozen for a moment, as she still holds the large clay cup with both hands, the edge barely touching her lips. [B]"So, you're going to the Valley then? I guess you'll be joining those Paladins that have come to town recently. It'd be foolish to go alone for sure." [/B] Just then, Jill comes back with a large loaf of round, home made bread, and a big square piece of white cottage cheese. [B]"Here!"[/B] the little girl smiles eagerly and places the food on the table. She then eyes Thok with suspicion and waves her index finger, which is about as long as one of the Half-Orc's teeth. [B]"You must wash your hands before eating, right Merry?"[/B] Jill addresses her sister with a proud grin on her face. Merry looks at Thok and Kye apologetically but nods and says [B]"Yes that's right."[/B] She then gets up and brings a pitcher of water and a hempen towel. [B]"Please, feel free. Eat and drink up, but we must head off soon. It's almost evening and i have to go to "The Three Queens" before the patrons start swarming Mr. Hatley. You are welcome to accompany me though, I'm sure the roasted meats and fine ales they have there will be more satisfying than our own plain food."[/B] Merry speaks with a calm voice as she takes off the towel from her head and releases her luscious auburn hair. [CENTER]*** [/CENTER] Adelaide nods and places her left hand on the hilt of her sword, as the group makes their way trough the now less crowded streets. The promise of heavier rains has discouraged the populace from roaming about, and only the occasional peddler or street urchin can be seen. [B]"It is not my place to speak for Lazarus, but i think he rather liked you and that Aasimar man, while he only recognized the need for the Wizard's skills. But, going outside in the rain and when night is fast approaching is not the wisest of choices - If that rash man behind us did not object, I am sure you can see merit in that as well. By the way[/B] - the female Paladin fixes something on her gloves as she speaks. - [B]why do you fight with concealed blades? I must admit their efficiency the way you gutted that ruffian. But i had always thought them the weapons of thugs and miscreants. No offense meant, of course."[/B] Bran grins and slaps Sensalar's shoulder lightly with his massive palm. [B]"Eh, yer a farmboy then? Or do ye have some Ranger training? Never dun seen one with looks such as yers. Ye be from another kingdom? Anyay, Lobri's breed is special. They be really strong beasties to be sure - ye heard of a Dire Boar? Well they be like them, only tougher an' more stubborn, har har![/B] - Bran laughs and slaps Lobri's thick white mane, the fur cushioning the blow to such an extent that the beast doesn't even turn it's head towards the large man. - [B] I found him as a bleating young lamb, barely a week old. Shivverin' on a bunch o' rocks up in da Norhtern mountains. His whole heard was slaughtered - bad stuff, blood and guts everywhere. What could chew trough more than a score o' Dire Rams, I dunno, but it sure ain't no forest critter dat i know of, and i knows them all."[/B] The group soon reaches their destination, a large three story building made of stone, with stables on the side. The wooden sign, now screeching slowly as the wind moves it back and forth, displays a silver boar in flight and four men armed with spears chasing it trough a wooded region. Below it says [B]"THE SILVER BOAR"[/B] with large, white letters. Inside, the tavern on the first floor is packed with visitors, although it is not noisy or stuffy. Most of the patrons seem to be Paladins or others enlisted with Lazrus's crusade, and they are quietly conversing over ale and supper. Behind the bar, the innkeeper is a large, bearded fellow with a scar running across his forehead. Despite the gray in his hair, he seems to be the tough and "no nonsense" type of person. In one of the corners, a duo of a man and a woman, are performing a popular folk song, the man playing a lute and the woman singing with a pleasant voice. Both of them are dressed in green and white, with golden jewelry on their arms and around their necks. When Adelaide approaches the innkeeper he raises his hands apologetically and speaks before she has the chance. [B]"Sorry m'aam, ain't got no more room left. Tell his Lordship that I can't accommodate any more patrons, even though the Gods as my witness i want to. Even the servant's quarters have been emptied and provided to yer order. Hell even the stables are full, since every one of you has a horse!"[/B] [CENTER]*** [/CENTER] The other Wizard remains silent for a moment, his hands clasped before his face. He then replies with annoyance in his tone. [B]"I do not find amusement when i have to rely on idiots to carry out my plans. Unfortunately this endeavor by the temple of Lathander has gathered every moron with a rusty sword from fifty miles, and everyone thinks they are a big hero. I need men of skill and wit, and ones that can keep their focus. Now, before we continue, I must ask you to remove your accomplice. What i have to offer and say is for your ears only." [/B] Meanwhile, in the "Lone Traveler"s crowded and loud main hall, a short, almost invisible figure sits quietly and drinks cheap, watered-down ale. Herriman is alone on a table for two, and nobody seems to be paying any attention to him at all. The big breasted serving wench had disregarded him the moment she saw his appearance - was it because he is a Halfling, or because his clothes are worn and have lost colour with use, he could not tell. She had come only to take his order, then brought it and insisted he pay before she left to accommodate some other, richer looking patrons with a greasy smile on her face. Curiously enough, Herriman noticed the coming of two spellcasters of some sort, and their private conversation on the table behind him. It is hard to hear much because of the noise in the tavern, but if he tries he can catch a word or two trough the shouting and laughing. [sblock]Listen check please! :) This is the best way to start you off, trust me Latham's conversation will be of major interest to Herriman.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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