Kulan: Bard's Gate PbP Campaign (IC) [Game Cancelled]

[Scott DeWar]

"Why is it always some sort of great evil?"

"When is it not?" Borya said with a glint and a smile . .

"if one's purpose is to stop a great evil, then the purpose is worthy, just don't cheat the workers of their worthy wages,"

 

[Knightfall]

Borya:

Borya looks disappointed, but quickly returns to a pleasant disposition.

"I expect that things are rarely what they seem. It seems to be our fate."

"Never give up hope cousin, Wilie says. "I promise I will help you finder her."

"I look forward to seeing Marcie again. It's been too long."

"When I'm done for the night, I will come and get you. Don't eat and drink too much. Marcie will want to feed you, a lot."

 

[Knightfall]

Vak'tiel and Shrough:

Walking up to the bar I pay the man 7 silvers for a meal and a room for the night."Wilie told me to ask for a bottle of your finest whiskey."

Durst takes Vak'tiel's coins with a smile, "Enjoy your stay. Aileen will be out with your meal shortly. I'll have Sylnry make up a room for you." The big metal-handed man whistles two sharp blasts between two fingers. A portly gnome lady hops to attention near the stairwell. Durst motions to Vak'tiel and Sylnry gives a thumbs up. She heads up the nearby stairwell.

"Wilie, huh?" He says, "You one of the people he's been expecting? If not, a bottle of Hammer Hand Whiskey is 1 gold." Durst taps one of his servers on the shoulder and whispers in his ear. The man runs out the door.

Shrough enter the tavern and sits at the table . He orders a bottle of a berry wine and the food of the day. [H]e otherwise observes in silence.

"We have a couple of bottles of Goldsberry. 5 gold for one. I'll give ya two for 8 gold and 5 silvers. You can share it with your friends." Durst notes the assortment filing into the Ogre with a smile. "Ah, tonight is going to be a good night."

 

[Trogdor1992]

Vak'tiel and Shrough:

Durst takes Vak'tiel's coins with a smile, "Enjoy your stay. Aileen will be out with your meal shortly. I'll have Sylnry make up a room for you." The big metal-handed man whistles two sharp blasts between two fingers. A portly gnome lady hops to attention near the stairwell. Durst motions to Vak'tiel and Sylnry gives a thumbs up. She heads up the nearby stairwell.

"Wilie, huh?" He says, "You one of the people he's been expecting? If not, a bottle of Hammer Hand Whiskey is 1 gold." Durst taps one of his servers on the shoulder and whispers in his ear. The man runs out the door.


"We have a couple of bottles of Goldsberry. 5 gold for one. I'll give ya two for 8 gold and 5 silvers. You can share it with your friends." Durst notes the assortment filing into the Ogre with a smile. "Ah, tonight is going to be a good night."

"I am one of the people he's been expecting, I'll pay for a second bottle of Hammer Hand as well."

 

[Scott DeWar]

Vak'tiel and Shrough:


"We have a couple of bottles of Goldsberry. 5 gold for one. I'll give ya two for 8 gold and 5 silvers. You can share it with your friends." Durst notes the assortment filing into the Ogre with a smile. "Ah, tonight is going to be a good night."

"Yes, two bottles. also for a room for the night too and a meal How much for all of that?" He is told 9 gold and 2 silvers, " Here is 10 gold, keep the change."

[sblock=stat block] spent 10 old[/sblock]

 

[JustinCase]

Kisep has followed the others into The Felled Ogre and enjoys himself by listening to the friendly banter and observing the people.

"I heard a story too," the kenku unexpectedly remarked to his new friends. "But this one is absolutely true. Do you want to hear it?"

 

[Trogdor1992]

Kisep has followed the others into The Felled Ogre and enjoys himself by listening to the friendly banter and observing the people.

"I heard a story too," the kenku unexpectedly remarked to his new friends. "But this one is absolutely true. Do you want to hear it?"

Vak'tiel looks over curiously, "I'm always interested in hearing a good story."

 

[Shades of Eternity]

"I can't deny the truth in that

"It's funny how simple the truth can be."

"Is that as easy as herding beagles?" A look is on the Elvin wizard -warrior's face that seems to instill serenity.

"if one's purpose is to stop a great evil, then the purpose is worthy, just don't cheat the workers of their worthy wages,"

"Herding beagles, that's another story in itself."

"My sister had a pair of them. One of them had the attention span of a gnat, but cripse, no gopher was safe."

"The other, was obsessed with the small red ball we made. She used to throw it for days on end."

Borya:

"Never give up hope cousin, Wilie says. "I promise I will help you finder her."

"When I'm done for the night, I will come and get you. Don't eat and drink too much. Marcie will want to feed you, a lot."

"I will ensure we will eat heartily when we return", Borya said with a smile.

Kisep has followed the others into The Felled Ogre and enjoys himself by listening to the friendly banter and observing the people.

"I heard a story too," the kenku unexpectedly remarked to his new friends. "But this one is absolutely true. Do you want to hear it?"

"Naturally. I'm running out of stories." Borya said with a cheeky grin.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Please Kisep, what is your story?"

 

[Knightfall]

Sarten is by no means a 'lightweight' kobold - he's a healthy 43 pounds - but since most of the drinks are of a generous size, he chooses the Brin Zwiesher's Ale. "Well met, Durst. What do you have in the way of fresh raw meat?"

He looks around at the décor and the crowd. The ogre head seems in poor taste at best, but the dragonborn he regards almost as large kobolds, which puts him back at ease a bit.

"Here at the Ogre we tend to serve cooked meat, my friend," Durst answers. "Of course, you're not my first kobold customer, so I can obliged you with something I call blue raw beef. A partially frozen cut that's been heated on the spit but not truly cooked. Will that do? I don't have anything truly fresh."

He notes Sarten's displeasure at the ogre's head. "The beast didn't give me much of a choice when it tried to take my head. Killing it brought me some fame, so it became the centerpiece of the inn." Durst raises his steel gauntlet over his head and calls out to his patrons. "To the The Felled Ogre!"

"To the Ogre!" The gathered crowd salutes Durst and then raise their glasses in the direction of the pickled head.