City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

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Nezrak nods to Tenebrynn as he enters the Inn.

"I happen to speak Goblin myself too. On the front of more exotic languages, I speak Sylvan, the language of the Fey. I also speak Orcish.", Nezrak says to Nurlan.
 

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The door opens, and a man enters. This man looks like in a pitiful state. He carries a bag with one hand, and with the other, he seems to maintain his back. His generally radiating face exprimate some pain and his look is deformed by his black eye. He walks slowly to the the bar and put the bag on the counter.

"Here, Joe. The cinammon and salt you ask. All is in there..." He turns to the people who is in the room. "Hi, I'm Rinaldo di Senzio, spice and magical items merchant. By the way, I have a potion of Cure Moderrate Wounds to sells. Good discount on it. If you're interested, come to see me, I won't run far for now..."

He spots Tenebrynn, Xael and Nurlan discussing at a table. He turns to Joe "Can you give me a glass of wine, I'll be at that table." He walks up to the table, and drop himself in a chair. "Hi you three. How things have been? Nurlan, you've found Irene finally?"
 

M3

A well-groomed, well-dressed, middle aged man enters the inn with trepidation. He glances about, picking distractedly at his comb-over. Spying Nurlan, he strides purposefully towards him, casting a single glance at the bar.

He pulls up a chair next to the bard and begins speaking. “Ah, Nurlan Naibi. My name is Edgar Vossinvinger. I’ve, er, heard you play in Monemvassia. I represent the royal family there. There has been a disturbance recently. I was rather hoping you could see fit to return and help us set it straight. You and your friends were ever so effective against that goblin menace, and, when one needs some outside help, a good man is hard to find. I’ve been authorized to pay up to 1000 gps each for a small party upon the successful completion of this little project.” He looks hopeful, then starts as he notices the purple cloak. But says nothing of it for now.

For Prospective players in M3:
[sblock]This adventure is based on the old 1E module Assassin’s Knot. If you’re familiar with this adventure, please find an excuse for your PC not to join. I’m also limiting the number to 6 (which should come out IC), as this is primarily a sneaking, info gathering, undercover operation, not given to large numbers. The recommended character level is 2-5. I plan on letting the M1&2 veterans pick the group, which will hopefully include some newcomers as well.[/sblock]

For Bront
[sblock]This man is appears to be attempting to recruit adventurers without paying his cut to Joe. We’ll see how it plays out, but feel free to jump in if and when you feel it would be appropriate. Might be nice to give you something to do as tavern judge now and then, as the PCs all seem to be behaving themselves lately. [/sblock]

For Nurlan if he succeeds in Intelligence(memory) check DC 10
[sblock] Nurlan remembers this man’s face as being in the crowd when he performed a few times in Monemvassia. He believes he does work for Prince Medius and is not popular in the street, caring more for power than the good of the populace.[/sblock]


Spoiler for Nurlan if he fails this roll by 5 or more…
[sblock]Nurlan thinks he remembers the man’s face. He was outgoing and seemed popular in the taverns. Nurlan never had a conversation with him though.[/sblock]
 

Nurlan again

Velmont said:
He spots Tenebrynn, Xael and Nurlan discussing at a table. He turns to Joe "Can you give me a glass of wine, I'll be at that table." He walks up to the table, and drop himself in a chair. "Hi you three. How things have been? Nurlan, you've found Irene finally?"

"No, no word from her. Tor and I told Kim or Botha to send a message with the next caravan to Orussus if they hear anything. Tenebrynn was just tell us all about your latest exploits. Quite impressive, it seems."
 

Nurlan signs up

Manzanita said:
A well-groomed, well-dressed, middle aged man enters the inn with trepidation. He glances about, picking distractedly at his comb-over. Spying Nurlan, he strides purposefully towards him, casting a single glance at the bar.

He pulls up a chair next to the bard and begins speaking. “Ah, Nurlan Naibi. My name is Edgar Vossinvinger. I’ve, er, heard you play in Monemvassia. I represent the royal family there. There has been a disturbance recently. I was rather hoping you could see fit to return and help us set it straight. You and your friends were ever so effective against that goblin menace, and, when one needs some outside help, a good man is hard to find. I’ve been authorized to pay up to 1000 gps each for a small party upon the successful completion of this little project.” He looks hopeful, then starts as he notices the purple cloak. But says nothing of it for now.

"Why I'd be happy to take your job. I had intended to return to Monemvassia at some time. A little unfinished business from the goblin affair -- you did hear about our missing halfling companion, Irene? So your proposal definitely interests me. Who else would like to join me?"

Some thoughts running through his mind go unsaid:
[sblock]Naibi... did I ever use that name in Monemvassia? Yes, I remember the one time, it was after I sang in the Old Wolf Inn. Part of that group... royal connections, I think that was the one time I wanted a surname. Yes! That's who he is! Prince Medius' associate, I remember him now. Edgar Vossinvinger. Hmmm.. I think that uneasiness was from recognizing the monogram. I think the time is soon coming when I have to figure out this cloak's rightful owner... I need to learn more about that family's politics, it seems too way too messy. For now, if he asks, just something I found from the goblins.

OOC: Intelligence check 8+2=10. Just made it.[/sblock]
 

Mordik perks up at the prospect of a job..
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I'd love to join ye, Nurlan. Better'n staying 'round the inn and gettin' sloshed, a'course! haha!
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"My exploit... Well, it seems I can do things right under stress. But I must tell they have leftme some bitterness. I've killed three men. They were bandits, and have attack many of my collegues, but they were still humans. It isn't as if they were some kind of monsters. Even goblins, who are intelligent, are so vile that it didn't left me with any remorse." Rinaldo replies. As Joe come with his glass of wine, Rinaldo says to the Innkeeper "Thanks. And if you have a fresh piece of meat, I'll take you one... No,no! Not to eat, for my eye... And you can bring me another glass of wine. I think a few of them will help me to endure the pain." HE takes a pause and a sip of wine."A beautifull city it was. I think it will make me the most good to me to come with you. I think it isn't a good thing for my health to stay in Orossus for some times..."
 
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Eanos, Monk 1

orsal said:
"Why I'd be happy to take your job. I had intended to return to Monemvassia at some time. A little unfinished business from the goblin affair -- you did hear about our missing halfling companion, Irene? So your proposal definitely interests me. Who else would like to join me?"

"A pleasure to meet you all. I'm Eanos," the monk says, a bit wide-eyed at the sudden influx of people--and especially how well they all seem to know the stout singer. He turns to Nurlan. "You certainly seem to be the man to know around here, Nurlan. I suppose I'm lucky to have run into you during a lull."

At the prospect of a job, Eanos' embarrassed smile is once again on display. "If you have need of extra hands for your business, and don't mind someone new to the game, I'd welcome the opportunity. If you feel you'll need people more veteran, then I'll look forward to continuing our discussion of languages another time. Maybe I'll have learned a few by then, or perhaps you'll have time to aid in my tutelage."
 

A man clad in bright clothes, and a few old burn marks enters the inn, his green eyes scanning the room for familiar faces. "I am Ashnar, a wizard of combat, with interests in the protective magics as well." Greeting everyone he knows, he finally reaches Nurlan.
"Nurlan, it is good to see you again. It has been some time since we left Monemvassia - do you have any news regarding Irene?"
Hearing that Nurlan has no news either, he just shakes his head, but says nothing else on the matter - his belief on Irene has not changed.
On the job offer Ashnar answers "It would be helpful in my decision to hear what kinds of talents you seek, Master Vossinvinger... my apologies, is that the correct term of address for your rank?"

Ashnar carefully listens that what the man says. He clearly remembers the odd, but charming Persephone, supposedly a princess from Monemvassia. If what she said is true - and he has no reason to disbelieve her story, Monemvassia's royal family was experiencing troubles due to an unexpected succession of the Crown, which suggests an unlawful coup. Would accepting this man's job strengthen or weaken the suspected illegitimate ruler?
 

"I'll travel with you Nurlan, it'll be a good chance to catch up some more." Says Tenebrynn, a little leary about working for the government after having worked so closely with Kim.
 

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