City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

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Solange

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LogicsFate said:
Why are you trying to find the goblins? Mearran asks cheerfully.

OoC: I was in one adventure but had to drop out due to RL. Mearran has turned into my pubcrawler it would seem. ;)
"They 'ave some children hostage. We don't know the area too well, so we could use some help, and if yer dog can track, that would help. We lost one of our companions earlier, so I'm fairly sure his share could be given to ya."

Having gotten the help she needs, Solange heads back out to meet up with the rest of the group, hopefully with Mearan.

OOC: Not to hold things up, let's head back to W2: The Search for Thomas Quin, come join in.
 

Solange

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A statuesque beauty, with long brunette hair tied back in a pony tail enters the tavern with confidence and grace. A bright smile and soft brown eyes greet any who glance her way. A sword and shield strapped to her back, and her chain shirt hugs her curvy figure well. Her tanned skin is well toned and smooth. She glides in with a little swagger in her hips as she approaches the bar.

"I am Rapture," She anounces before she spots her friends and joins them.

"I wanted to stop by the temple when we returned...Oh, M'lord Rilithorne, I did not expect to see you again. It was an honor working for you earlier."
 
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Scott DeWar

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pendrake looks to the cat man with the hunting dog, "ja, join us if you would...you are most velcome. vee must to be goooo...ooooh my....". the northerner's eyes widen as Rapture aquires his rapt attention, "Mmmmi lady." he stammers out, "I must on mein vay go now..." he walks to the door, runs into it (it closed behind solange), grabs at the door handle, but has naught but air...his eyes have not left the long haired beutey. he finally finds the door handle, only to open the door on himself which consequently gets his eyes to the doorway and himself out the door. he sees solange and reluctly races to catche up with her, glancing behind to check and see if Mearan was following.

]ooc[yes, Mearan is most welcome to join the hunt!]/ooc[
 

covaithe

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Tommy Worthallingham, Wizard 3-ish

"...and I don't see why we have to spend the night here before going back. I mean, if we started now and rode hard, we could be there no more than an hour or two after midnight, and I could get started with the spells Thyrin's teaching me," Tommy's voice drifts above the noise of the inn, shrill with complaint. "I'm sure the odds of riding into a ditch and killing ourselves would be no more than one in...Rilithorne!"

At the sight of the famous wizard, Tommy jumps to his feet, knocking his chair over and nearly spilling Tarag's ale all over himself. When Rilithorne asks which group of adventurers Arngrim hired, Tommy feels as if every eye in the room is directly on him. There is a moment of silence, only seconds, but to Tommy it feels far longer. He opens his mouth, momentarily unable to form words, desperately hoping one of the others will speak. Then he notices Keldar's poorly concealed smile, Tarag's twitching beard, and realizes that they have left the floor to him. He waves in response to Pendrake's friendly greeting, then straightens his spine and smiles at Rilithorne.

"Hello, Rilithorne, sir. It was me and my companions here, Tarag, Keldar, Galwynn, and Rapture, that Arngrim hired. I'm Tommy Worthallingham, and I'm very pleased to meet you at last, sir."
 

Rae ArdGaoth

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Rilithorne smiles at Tommy. The mage flicks his hand and Tommy's chair flips upright. "Ah, yes, Arngrim told me a wizard was in the group. Tommy, an Academy graduate? I am Rilithorne, it's quite a pleasure." Rilithorne makes his way over to your table.

"I don't think the Academy thinks very highly of me, but don't let that color your view of me. I thank you very much for assisting Rilithorne, gods only know how long he'd have been stuck in that room were it not for you." He sits, a waitress brings a tray over for him. "Ah, good food. I haven't had a real, sit down meal in ages it seems. So tell me, I'm interested to know, what exactly happened? I received Thyrin's message, but it was pretty vague."
 

covaithe

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"Well, yes, your work isn't taught at the Academy, but there's always a graduate student or two willing to point out alternate viewpoints if you ask them nicely. I get the impression you've had some disagreements with the faculty there, of a... professional nature?" Tommy asks, trying to fish for gossip.

"For my part, I'm learning that there is a big difference between studying spells in a library and casting them under fire. And speaking of fire... As I'm sure you know, Thyrin is quite fond of his elementals. It seems that he managed to misplace his spellbook during a ritual, and used the one from his saferoom rather than going to find it. Naturally, burglars chose that moment to break in. Thyrin retreated to his saferoom while his elemental guardians and dealt with the intruders, but having removed the saferoom spellbook, Thyrin found himself unable to prepare the necessary spells to stand down the tower's defenses. We were forced to fight our way through his elemental guardians one floor at a time, disabling or isolating the summoning devices as we went."
 

Trouvere

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"I took a great liking to the old coot," says Keldar, "but he's a bit of a bumbler. Imagine getting trapped in your own tower!"
 

LogicsFate

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Mearran shrugs. All goblins, without mercy? Interesting. I'll come along. The cat jumps down and the dog lumbers up. Togeather they head out following his newest compainions.
 

Rae ArdGaoth

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"Ah, the Academy and I... we have different values, to say the least. I feel that the Academy spends entirely too much time on glorifying their own history and preserving the reputation, and not enough on the students. They also tend to be a tad... overbearing, on their students. It's difficult material, I understand, but there are ways to teach that allow creation and freedom rather than following a prescribed formula. Seems a bit boring to me, but how did you like it?"

"Oh, Thyrin, you've pinned him for sure! He is a bumbling old coot!" Rilithorne chuckles a bit at that. "Yes, he does love the elemental planes. For now, at least. I've known him to completely switch his focus. Doesn't help much in the way of arcane knowledge, but it keeps him interested."
 

covaithe

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"The Academy does have a fair amount of concern for its reputation, true, but aside from a few rough spots, I think that reputation is something we can justifiably be proud of and seek to maintain," Tommy responds amiably. "I... did not notice any neglect of students while I was there, but to be honest I spent most of those years with my nose buried in a book. If I had been neglected, I probably would have been grateful for the extra reading time. There was that time a few years ago when a number of the non-human students were murdered. That certainly didn't do the Academy's reputation any good."

"As for Thyrin... does he, er, get out of his tower much? It seems like the only company he gets are creatures from other planes. I thought about offering to stay for a while as his assistant, but I've had enough of studying for a while. I've learned more about the Art in these last few months in Orussus than in the last two years at the Academy."
 

Trouvere

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"We can try to extract him when we go back," says Keldar. "Take him into Grenton, get him drunk and find someone for him to dance with."
 

Wik

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LogicsFate said:
Mearran shrugs. All goblins, without mercy? Interesting. I'll come along. The cat jumps down and the dog lumbers up. Togeather they head out following his newest compainions.
OOC: Glad to see you in. Thread continues in The Search for Tomas Quinn. Hopefully, someone there can give you a "Story so far..."
 

Wik

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Galwynn smiles. "I want to get him in Grenton in any case; I think there's a lot of good he could do for that community. I think that's going to be my main course of action for the next few weeks. And now that I've got some money, I think a public work or two would be just the thing.

...all in the name of Halina, of course."
Galwynn says, looking up at the ceiling once more.
 

Trouvere

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"Tired, Rapture?" asks Keldar, giving her a nudge.

"Well, Magister Rilithorne. If ever you have need of our services in future, don't hesitate to send a message to Joe here, or to Thyrin, if we're to be based in Grenton. With Tarag's pretty face, Galwynn's brains, Tommy's muscle, Rapture's willingness to do whatever it takes, and my deep piety, we're practically the perfect adventuring party. Not just delivering letters, I hope! If there are lost tomes or artefacts that you've always wanted to get your hands on gathering dust in forgotten tombs, just speak up! Of course, we'd prefer to go out into the world to do good, to protect the weak and innocent, first and foremost."
 

Boddynock

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Having given Tommy plenty of time to chat with his idol, Tarag now speaks up.

"Just ignore him," with a nod to Keldar, "Master Rilithorne. He took a blow to the head, and he hasn't been quite right since. Come to think of it, he wasn't quite right before."

"He is right about one thing, though - if you need our services again, feel free to call on us."
 

Rae ArdGaoth

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covaithe said:
"As for Thyrin... does he, er, get out of his tower much? It seems like the only company he gets are creatures from other planes. I thought about offering to stay for a while as his assistant, but I've had enough of studying for a while. I've learned more about the Art in these last few months in Orussus than in the last two years at the Academy."
"You see, that's precisely what I'm saying! They keep you cooped up in those towers, reading books, doing experiments, all in your prime when you should be out in the real world, experiencing magic. That's how I learned the Art, anyway. Joe and I, when we were your age, we were quite the adventurers ourselves..." Joe and Rilithorne exchange glances. "A bard once wrote a song about us after we slay a hydra... I can't remember the verses, but the chorus went,

"Seven, six, and five flew off,
Four and three came after.
Two and one were fast undone;
The four restored our laughter!"


Joe is humming along at the bar, he has a grin on his face. Rilithorne's own smile has a hint of sadness to it. "I did love the bard's songs... Ah, but those days are over, and I'm an old man who needs to hire young people like yourselves to do his dirty work. I'll certainly be sure to look you up first if I have need of your abilities in the future." Rilithorne's meal is about finished now.
 

Trouvere

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"He was the one who hit me," Keldar informs Rilithorne. "In the back of the head as I was walking up some stairs. A dirty underhanded sneak attack."

"Also, I'm noticing a pattern," says Keldar. "I put forward a proposition, then I'm told to shut up by someone who goes on to say exactly what I said. I can't think what it could mean."
 

Wik

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Galwynn chuckles. "Don't listen to him. He generally puts forward a stupid motion, and then someone else cuts in and says something generally more intelligent and useful".

He gives Keldar a "Friendly" push on the shoulder. "so, 'Galwynn's brains', eh? Funny."
 
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Trouvere

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"Bard song?" asks Keldar, sitting up straight. "Funny you should mention that. Oh, I've written any number of songs. They don't always get a good reception, though. I tend to favour the more esoteric forms. For example, while we were walking back from Grenton today - my friends may have noticed I was uncommonly quiet - I was putting the finishing touches to an account of our little adventure cast in the extended alliterative verse form favoured by the Giants in their recitals which, of course, may go on for days at a time."

Keldar gives Galwynn a sidelong look. "Ahem!" He clears his throat and begins.

Harken, o heroes, to a heartfelt recital,
Sitting in silence for the story I'll tell:
A tale full true of the tower of Thyrin.
Servants of stone summoned to thralldom
Resenting their ruler in revolt had risen.
Fierce flames soon followed, in fury blazing.
Worried, the wizard went into hiding,
Seeking sure safety, a struggle eschewing.
Aid he expected: his associate awaiting
A letter long-promised, now late, undelivered.
The call came for Keldar, clever and daring
Returned to Orussus since roaming abroad.
"Fear not!" he affirmed, "Not unfleet is my foot;
Tomorrow my talent shall be turned to this task.
But who here is worthy to wander beside me?"
Swift then spake Rapture, her sweet lips pouting,
"My heart beats harder when hearing your words:
Do not desert me, who my destiny are!
Sweet shall my service be, to your satisfaction.
"
If wrong is my recall, then set right the record!
"Tell me then truly," spake tender-aged Tommy,
If mayhap my magic will be meet for this task?"
"Descended at distance from dragons of silver,
"My sorcerous skills are second to none -
"Or when they wake will be," said Keldar wisely.
"Wizard, be welcome, if you're not wandless."
And Galwynn spake, grumbling. "I go to Grenton,
"Blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah."
Midwifing a mother for mighty Halina?
Or trudging with turnips to trade in that town?
But Keldar his eyes could keep not from closing.
The reasons of Galwynn received no reflection.
Starting from sleep, the swift one suggested,
"Farmer, feel free to follow our footsteps.
But try not to tax me with tiresome talking
If safety you seek by sojourning with us."
If marred is my memory, then my mistakes mention!
"Now is our need for a nursemaid or healer,
A cleric who can bring cures for our hurts.
Where shall we go in this world to get one?"
Spake then Samina, "I simply can't see."
Keldar quick calmed the cries of the crowd,
The count of Keldarites at four completed -
And a farmer, forgotten, whose furious frowning,
Promised no pleasure in his presence behind.
In the mists of morning, the heroes made ready,
Departing the Dragon for danger and strife,
Striding to southwest, at speed swift as horses,
Keldar the cunning, and his companions:
Spirits were strengthened by his sweet singing-​
 
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