City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IX

[Animus]

Bran Olvant, Treasure Hunter Extraordinaire

Sairundan is largely nomadic although a few tribes occupy towns and cities. Baras is one such town with farming being a large portion of the business there. Many tribes are truly nomadic, happily wandering the lands.

"I see," he says.

"Well, I wish I had something interesting to tell you about my life, but there is nothing really going on. I grew up here, the son of a merchant. That's how I got into fencing. That's how rich kids play, as they say. My father is a retired adventurer, and thought it best for me to branch out on my own for a while, before taking over the business. Said it would be good for my soul, or some such nonsense. Anyway, adventuring is a way of making yourself rich and famous, so that's what appeals to me. And the women of course. But I'm totally a gentleman."

 

[BigB]

"I see," he says.

"Well, I wish I had something interesting to tell you about my life, but there is nothing really going on. I grew up here, the son of a merchant. That's how I got into fencing. That's how rich kids play, as they say. My father is a retired adventurer, and thought it best for me to branch out on my own for a while, before taking over the business. Said it would be good for my soul, or some such nonsense. Anyway, adventuring is a way of making yourself rich and famous, so that's what appeals to me. And the women of course. But I'm totally a gentleman."

It seems there is much wisdom in your fathers words. Playing at swordfighting is good practice but not the same as putting your steel against that of an adversary seeking to steel your lifeblood. I imagine running your fathers business is much the same. You may be better prepared to make decisions after experiencing the world around us. We are on much the same journey. I am traveling the land to learn of the world and the ways of lands other than Sairundan and to improve my swordsmanship to become a dervish of sairundan.

 

[Animus]

It seems there is much wisdom in your fathers words. Playing at swordfighting is good practice but not the same as putting your steel against that of an adversary seeking to steel your lifeblood. I imagine running your fathers business is much the same. You may be better prepared to make decisions after experiencing the world around us. We are on much the same journey. I am traveling the land to learn of the world and the ways of lands other than Sairundan and to improve my swordsmanship to become a dervish of sairundan.

"I don't see how dueling and finding traps can help me sell tapestries and art objects, but he seems to think it will help," he says.

He continues. "A dervish? I'm afraid I don't know the term."

 

[BigB]

"I don't see how dueling and finding traps can help me sell tapestries and art objects, but he seems to think it will help," he says.

He continues. "A dervish? I'm afraid I don't know the term."

Khairi orders another round of drinks. Perhaps your father just wants you to understand your customers, suppliers and competition better as well as your own abilities and limitations.

Once one becomes a dervish she is no longer considered part of a single tribe, and they travel far and wide to aid all the tribes in need. Many take this a step further and travel all of the world, seeking new steps for their dances in exchange for their aid. The dervishes of Sairundan learn to follow their whims without harming their surroundings, and shape the winds as the winds shape the dervish, expressing their soul in songs.

 

[Animus]

Bran Olvant

"Sounds interesting," he says.

"Speaking of song, I am a rather talented song writer. I wrote one about my childhood hero Kelostan. It goes like this..."


Perform (lute) check (1d20+6=9) .

 

[Boddynock]

"Sounds interesting," he says.

"Speaking of song, I am a rather talented song writer. I wrote one about my childhood hero Kelostan. It goes like this..."


Perform (lute) check (1d20+6=9) .

Father Eusebius looks up as the bard starts strumming and singing. After a moment he looks down again and, with a slight sigh, reaches for his tankard of ale.

 

[BigB]

"Sounds interesting," he says.

"Speaking of song, I am a rather talented song writer. I wrote one about my childhood hero Kelostan. It goes like this..."


Perform (lute) check (1d20+6=9) .

Khairi smiles to Bran and downs his drink and lifts his empty glass to indicate to Joe he needs another. A very interesting song, this Kelostan must have been some hero.

 

[Manzanita]

The door to the inn swings open and two men step in. Both are armed and look dangerous. More interestingly, they both look alike. They appear to be identical twins. There are some differences between them. The first is robust and hearty. The second is pale, thin, and has a nervous look on his face. They wear the clothing of tribesmen from Hendralia.

The first glances at the notice board, then approaches and studies the writing for a time. The second joins him and the discuss it briefly.

The first then waves his guisarme around to attract attention. "Greetings. I am Rowan McTavish of Hendralia. My brother and I are journeying to a sacred shrine, long forgotten by men, located in the Northern Mountains. I can't tell you now the exact nature of our quest, but upon my word of honor, it is one which will bring no harm to any man, but redeems the honor of my family. I can't offer gold for anyone to come with us, but I've heard abouts that in this tavern dwell the most brave and honorable of men. Men who seek adventure and ancient knowledge." He shifts, uncomfortably at public speaking. "Men or women or elves or whatever. If any of ye be one of these, I ask that you consider accompanying me and my companions on this quest. I'll sit down at this table yonder."

With that Rowan moves to an empty table and sits with his brother.

 

[Animus]

Bran Olvant

The door to the inn swings open and two men step in. Both are armed and look dangerous. More interestingly, they both look alike. They appear to be identical twins. There are some differences between them. The first is robust and hearty. The second is pale, thin, and has a nervous look on his face. They wear the clothing of tribesmen from Hendralia.

The first glances at the notice board, then approaches and studies the writing for a time. The second joins him and the discuss it briefly.

The first then waves his guisarme around to attract attention. "Greetings. I am Rowan McTavish of Hendralia. My brother and I are journeying to a sacred shrine, long forgotten by men, located in the Northern Mountains. I can't tell you now the exact nature of our quest, but upon my word of honor, it is one which will bring no harm to any man, but redeems the honor of my family. I can't offer gold for anyone to come with us, but I've heard abouts that in this tavern dwell the most brave and honorable of men. Men who seek adventure and ancient knowledge." He shifts, uncomfortably at public speaking. "Men or women or elves or whatever. If any of ye be one of these, I ask that you consider accompanying me and my companions on this quest. I'll sit down at this table yonder."

With that Rowan moves to an empty table and sits with his brother.

Seizing the opportunity to get attention off of his bad song, he immediately goes over to the table where Rowan sits.

"Lost sacred shrine? Treasure? Fame? Sounds like a job for the likes of me. Bran Olvant, Treasure Hunter Extraordinaire, at your service," he says.

 

[El Jefe]

Boog Sammas, Elan Telepath 4

A human wearing a midnight blue cloak and a backpack, topped with brick-red hairs streaked with black, stepped through the door with an air of ennui. His right hand clutched a staff, and a large crossbow dangled from his waist. The young man was rather nondescript, apart from his sunken, somewhat bloodshot eyes and unusually pale complexion.

He appeared to be looking for someone or something, eyes darting around until one of the barmaids tapped his elbow and started to lead him to Joe. He sighed, mumbled something to her, then took a prominent place by the bar to address the crowd.

"I am called Boog Sammas, or just Boog. I sought Rowan McTavish, but since I see him there", he observed as he motioned with his staff, "I'll just go talk to him now."

Boog approached the big man and his equally large twin. "I'm ready to go", he announced as if they were merely visiting Edwyd's Victuals down the street.