(Adventure) M1: Goblin Ears and the MTG (dpdx judging) COMPLETED

[Erekose13]

"As your man says, the owner of this caravan was killed. We came upon the ambush too late but not too late to bring those responsible to justice." Tenebrynn says, pointing to the hobgoblins tied up in the back. "Now in the spirit of good faith, how much did Sven owe you? I might be able to cover it with a few of these ears here. Which I am told are almost like currency here." Tenebrynn draws out the bag of ears that he is carrying and tosses it in his hand a couple of times.

 

[Manzanita]

Grendill

Grendill lowers his axe, and thinks for a few moments. "He owed me 50 gold pieces."

 

[Erekose13]

(ooc: what were these things worth again? i cant seem to find it in this thread)

 

[Manzanita]

I guess it's actually not in this thread. 15 gps for goblins, 25 for hobgoblins, and 35 for bugbears

 

[Steve Jung]

Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 1

Charlarn bends down to talk to Irene, "Are you hurt?"

 

[Gurdjieff]

"Nah, I'm fine. Takes more than such a brute to take me down." Irene smiles at Charlarn, but makes sure Grindell can't hear what she's saying.

 

[Manzanita]

The gate

"Fifty gold, you owe me." says the big half orc, scowling at the party, as those behind figit impatiently.

Suddenly, two figures emerge from the city side of the gate. "Grindell, what's up with my wagon?" shouts one, a short human wearing hansome studded leather, shiny black boots, and a slick black pony tail. Behind him stands what must be an ogre. It stands nearly 10 feet tall, with pale yellow skin, long black dreadlocks, leather armor and a huge axe. Unlike most of its fellows one might meet in the wild, this one is clean and well dressed, and doesn't smell very bad.

Grindell flinches when he sees the new arrivals.

"Who's crest is on that wagon?" asks the human, walking up and looking over the goods.

"It's yours." answers the half orc.

"Am I in arrears?" asks the human.

"No, you's at the gate." answers Grindell.

The human rolls his eyes, and the ogre bellows "Da boss pays da bills, dummy!"

Grindell steps back, and the other guard takes the bridle of the horse, and leads the wagon and the party through the gate.

"Now", says the human, having glanced over the wagon and its contents, "what are you doing with my wagon, and what happened to my men?"

 

[orsal]

"Now", says the human, having glanced over the wagon and its contents, "what are you doing with my wagon, and what happened to my men?"

Nurlan replies: "The previous occupants of this wagon were killed by the same brutes who tried to kill us. Perhaps these two" (he points at the hobgoblins tied up) "can tell you more; we only arrived as they finished their job. Since dead people can't drive vehicles, we figured we might as well use the wagon to come into town. Of course, if it belongs to your company, we would be more than happy to return it to you. Actually, I'm glad we came across you. We brought the bodies along, hoping to locate their families so they could be given honorable funeral rites. We weren't sure how we were going to locate them. However, if they worked for you, perhaps you know who their next of kin are and where they can be found?"

 

[Manzanita]

The man nods slowly as Nurlan speaks. "So. You killed and captured the raiding hobgoblins, then you are returning the wagon to me, even though there was no reason you couldn't have looted it and went about your business. You are exceptional people." He gazes at each of you at some length (including Jezibel), and he is evidently a man of some wisdom, as you feel him sizing you all up, as though this were not an uncommon activity for him.

"Tell you what. Perhaps you'd be so kind as to accompany me back to my warehouse. The day is almost over, & I could give you lodging for the night. I might have a little work for you. You'd accept supper at my expense if nothing else, yes? My name is Kim Tensil. Grod here," he gestures at the ogre," can take the captives to the proper authorities. I'll make sure you're compensated for your trophies. What are your names?"

 

[orsal]

"Tell you what. Perhaps you'd be so kind as to accompany me back to my warehouse. The day is almost over, & I could give you lodging for the night. I might have a little work for you. You'd accept supper at my expense if nothing else, yes? My name is Kim Tensil. Grod here," he gestures at the ogre," can take the captives to the proper authorities. I'll make sure you're compensated for your trophies. What are your names?"

"I am Nurlan Naibi", the bard replies, "and these are Tenebrynn the wizard, Charlarn priest of Phyrah, and the halfling is Irene. A place to spend the night is something we hadn't had an opportunity to secure yet; I think we would be most happy to accept your offer" (looking around for confirmation from his fellows) "and in exchange would entertain you with some music. I am a singer by profession, and Charlarn here is quite talented with the pan-pipes.

"As for the hobgoblins, in exchange for sparing their lives and most of their ears they have already promised to show us where their lair is. If we turn them over, so that we cannot take advantage of their services, we ought at least to make sure that another band of goblin-hunters, perhaps a larger and better-trained one than us, would be able to venture out with them.

"Well, what do you say? Charlarn? Irene? Tenebrynn?"