City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[Findlefarb]

The gnome hops off his seat and heads over to the large half-orc, a large grin on his face.

"Lupic, is it? My name's Fenwick. You say you have experience bouncing in taverns, have you? You must be quite strong and skilled in combat. You're certainly impressive in stature! I'm looking for some aggressive enterprise myself. Perhaps we can work together. Someone as strong as you would be in high demand. Come, I'll buy you a drink. Do you smoke?"

His eyes fell on the notice, and he took a moment to read it.

"Lupic, would you look at that! They are looking for experienced adventurers for an archaeological expedition. They'll pay us to adventure! Well, perhaps we aren't as well-traveled as they would like, but I would wager that there is some smaller errand that perhaps we would be able to help with.

Why, that's it! Mr. . . Kyle, is it? I would think it a good idea to take up this fair, fair lady's offer and accompany her and her fine companions on this journey. We might not yet be as skilled or as capable as these esteemed veterans, but we could likely serve as caretakers for them. We could man a home camp for the expedition, with good Lupic providing labor and protection, you serving as a medic, and I perparing alchemical formulae for their mission. My lady, you would receive a camp like no other, while we would gain the benefit of your tutelage. Oh, the things we could learn from such professionals as yourselves. . ."

Fenwick winks, and pulls out a small wood box, containing rolled papers.

"Cigars, anyone?"

 

[Xael]

Nezrak Duskstar, Grey Elf Wizard 3

A Grey Elf snaps awake in a corner of the Inn when people start lobbing in again. After Joe announces the existence of a job, he quickly gets up and goes to read the notice. He speaks to the other people apparenty interested in the job: "You wouldn't be in need of a wizard, would you? I've missed couple of last jobs in a row and I'm getting bored of sitting here."

"And undead are pretty annoying, I assure you. I ran into a ten-feet or so tall one on one of my jobs here.", he says while digging up a huge fang from his backpack and showing it around. "I wasn't the one who killed it though..."

"Ah hells, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nezrak Duskstar, a wizard and a minor magical craftsman in practice. Nice to meet you."

 

[garlicnation]

Jeremiah Farseek, Human Soulknife

"A caretaker I might be destined to be, but after being kicked out of my village and a monestary for either my powers or lack therof, I just want to find a use and purpose for..." Jeremiah walks outside the Inn puts his hands together and forms a sword out of pure energy, "THIS!" he makes a few motions with the sword and walks back into the in and apologises saying, "Sorry, I just had some frustration I have been buiding up over my last few months of journeying."

 

[IcyCool]

"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."

The little ex-gnome grunts an affirmative and then says, "Looks like lots of people are interested in coming along. I hope it isn't too dangerous for them."

 

[SlagMortar]

Nars nods in thought, knowing the courage displayed by Ishmael, Gorefoot, Percy and the absent Rodimus. Conveniently forgetting his own deeds, he mumbles almost under his breath, "Surely if I can keep up then any of these here can as well."

In answer to Percy's question, "Ah, Gontar and Rilithorne could, er, vouch for us. Or the, er, Watch-Captain, um, what's it, um... Frunded? Ah, Frandeth."

Nars is unsure what to do with all the volunteers. He puzzles for a moment, trying to keep the names straight. Percy would know what to do. Surely his group of friends were not so important as to require laborers and henchmen.

 

[D20Dazza]

Kyle Widebelly

"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! Purple Fire!" she jokes, aiming her index finger at an imaginary zombie.

His mood brightening Kyle smiles at Percy's words "Yes, I'm a devoted priest of Geoth. Do you think it might be possible? Do you think this man might go so far as allowing me to tag along? That would be super" the dwarf says in a rush-of-words.

His mood improved immeasuarbly he turns to Fenwick "Cigars? Another one of life's great indulgences. If I may please good sir gnome?" leaning back in his chair with a contented smile on his face he pats his wide belly and continues "My it has gotten busy in here hasn't it? So many strange and wonderful people in here. Did you just see that man over there? He just stepped outside and materialised a pulsing sword of light out of thin air! I never thought to see such things. Mind you the true miracle here is the sauce that the chef puts on the basilik ribs - superb, you really must try it."

With a wink and a nod at Ishmael the dwarf raises his glass "Fine drink this my new friend, what did you say it was called Silver-River Mead was it?"

 

[nimisgod]

OOG: Hmm.. there were more people who need the adventure than I thought. If it's okay with Percy and co., Ishmael will let this adventure pass him by... unless you guys really need him there... which is unlikely given the quality of the folks around.

Amid the new ruckus of interest, Ishmael nods at Kyle. "Aye! Silver-river mead it be and a fine br-"

The Deep Halfling winces in pain. A spot of red grows upon the bandage on his brow. He casts an anxous look at Percy and the friends he had fought and almost died with. The agony clouds his piercing eyes and his hands struggle for control. Finally, the fit of pain passes and he sighs in relief.

"Whilst afflicted by this malady, I do not think I can be of use to thee all. If thine intent is to take this expedition upon thineselves, then I shall only be baggage to thee." He frowns.

 

[D20Dazza]

"Friend Ishmael would you like me to use the healing power Geoth supplies me with to aid your injury?" Kyle asks of the halfling, concerned at the little mans pain "Perhaps there is a good reason that they are calling for experienced adventurers, perhaps the task will be too much for those of us that are new to the adventuring life" Kyle muses as he waits for the halflings permission to tend his wound.

 

[nimisgod]

"Alas! This hurt resists all healing, magickal and mundane. I hath tried already and spent precious energies doing so.

Nay, spend thine God's graces on others whose hurts are curable by divine grace. Or save thine power for those more worthy than this one"

 

[D20Dazza]

"But you are worthy friend Ishmael, if not for you I would never have encountered this fruit of my God" Kyle replies brandishing his mug of Silver-River Mead.