City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[Manzanita]

Percy

"I am sorry to hear about your owie, Ishmael. I know you're the healer, but let me just try this for good luck."

Percy leans closer to her small friend and plants a lingering kiss on his wounded forehead.

"Worth a try, that. Anyway, Kyle, you may not know this, but North of here is a small woods full of faeries and unicorns and the like. It's a dangerous place and not worth visiting. The master is very powerful, and wants to escape. He wants us to find some sort of powerful teleporting artifact. If we bring it to him, he says he will reward us very hansomely. I don't doubt this, as he was honest in our dealings with him. The question is, do we want him to escape? I don't know. I didn't want to discuss it in his presense. What did you think, Sir Ishmael?"

 

[Knight Otu]

Semabin listens with great interest to the story of the beautyful lady and the short guy - what where they called? Halflings? - as he asks Joe for a Sairundan Stormbrew.

 

[buzzard]

A large, and typically ugly half orc strolls into the tavern. He looks around, seeing the normal motley crew that this tavern sports and announces "Lupic need work. Lupic tired of bouncing for taverns. Lupic strong and fight well. Who need Lupic the great adventoorer?"

With that announcement he looks around awaiting a response. If one is lacking, he sidles up to the bar for an ale.

buzzard

 

[nimisgod]

Ishmael blushes at the kiss and for a while, the pain is removed from his thought. It takes him quite a bit to regain his composure, however.

"He did not appear Evil, but then, malice may come in shape and form beyond detection. Be he Good or Ill-inclined, he was imprisoned for a reason. I wouldst not wish him freedom unless the need was dire or the common good properly served.

'When ends are veiled, leave matters be' would the Elders of my people say to such a predicament." He squints his blue cat-like eyes and takes Kyle's advice. The Deep Halfling asks the good Bartender for some Silver-river Mead, a brew more sweet and rich than intoxicating. "Nevertheless, I would shudder to imagine the Power that bound him to the woods in the first place. It must have been a God or a Great Wyrm to have enough strength to accomplish such a task"

 

[IcyCool]

An unusually muscled and stocky looking halfling steps into the inn. He turns to Joe briefly and says, "Hey Joe", before looking aroudn the common area. When he glances back at Joe and sees no look of recognition on his face, the halfling scrunches up his brow in though. Understanding dawns accross his face, and he hauls himself up onto a stool.

"My name is Gorefoot. Some of you know me. I look different now. I used to be a gnome, but I'm a halfling now. I just got back from killing a Redcap in the woods, but he killed me first. My friends brought me back in a new body." At that, Gorefoot hops down, and wanders over to Persephone to take a seat.

"Hi Percy."

 

[Erekose13]

Joe raises his voice above the din of the crowd forming in the Red Dragon Inn. "Listen up. I don't normally make any of these job announcements, but a friend of mine has asked for a special group of adventurers and as a favor I thought I'd point out his recruiting notice on the board. Those interested can mention to my friend Atterwood that I told you to come just so he knows I followed through."

Over on the jobs board there is a nicely written advertisement on a clean white sheet of parchment in well written script.

NOTICE
Adventurers of high calibre wanted for an archiological expedition
Those interested please see Tharivian Atterwood at the Sage's Guild
FORTUNES TO BE WON!
Experience and references preferred​

[ooc: This is notice for a new adventure for characters of 3rd level or higher. The thread 'Tomb of Chaos' will be opening soon, those interested please join me there.]

 

[SlagMortar]

In walks a dwarf with black hair and dark eyes, his beard surprisingly thin for dwarf. A fair amount of weaponry hangs off it person at different places, including a fine sword at his belt. His chain shirt has two large mends that have been repaired recently. He acknowledges Joe with a word and a nod of his head, "Joe."

Turning to the crowded common room, he speaks with a rigid back and a halting voice, "Er, ah, hello. I'm Nars Blackbeard, er, locksmith." Seeing the fair princess and her halfling friends, he noticably relaxes and walks over to the table, picking up a double shot of dwarven scotch on his way. Shaking hands all around, he says, "Hello Percy, Ishmael and Gorefoot. Gontor is, er, well. He was, ah, glad to hear the redcap was, er, destroyed and not to, ah, d-disappointed about the necklace. The inn is, er, full today."

 

[D20Dazza]

Hearing Joe's announcement Kyle slowly waddles over to the announcement board, he spends a minute perusing the ad and then his shoulders slump and he makes his way back to his seat near Ishmael "Thanks for the drink he says, his heart not quite in it "Experienced adventurers the ad calls for" he continues eyes downcast "and how do they expect us to get any experience? Picking bar fights? he says as he eyes the newly arrived half-orc.

 

[Manzanita]

Percy makes no attempt to conceal her pleasure at seeing Nars and Gorefoot. As each enters, she pops up and gives them a big hug. When the four of them are finally seated together she raises both fists together in victory.

"I am SO psyched to have all of you back here with me. I just wouldn't even go adventuring without you all. You're looking well Nars" she says, playfully tugging on a tuft of his beard. "You too, Fondar," she says, smiling at Gorefoot.

"An archeological dig. That sounds interesting. Shall we check it out? Who would we use as references? The Fey Lord? Probably Gontar would be good enough."

"You're a cleric, are you Kyle? We could use more healing, and help against any undead thingies. Perhaps this Atterwood character would let you come along, at a reduced rate maybe. I've never actually seen one of those undead thingies, but I hear they're really gross. And that's the sort of thing that might be hanging around some old temple. hmmm...Purple Fire! Purle Fire!" she jokes, aiming her index finger at an imaginary zombie.

 

[garlicnation]

Jeremiah Farseek, Human Soulknife

"Darn, I was hoping the next adventure that popped up would be looking for someone without much experience. Are you guys so much out of my leauge that you would mind me tagging along? I have some experience with fighting things, but alas, this quest is probably out of my league."