City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[Trouvere]

Taelythenihel frowns, displeased by something, perhaps that so many people resisted belief in her illusion. "Excuse me," she says. "If I am not wanted on this trip, then I shall retire to my room, for a while." She stands stiffly, and walks up the staircase.
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An indeterminate amount of time later , a dark-haired man in his middle twenties comes in through the main door of the tavern. He looks about, searching the faces of those present. He does not seem to recognise anyone. "I am Conuld," he says, before he can be asked to introduce himself. "I am a practitioner of the arcane arts. I was wondering, if anyone has seen a friend of mine, Tommy Worthallingham... He is also a wizard... red hair, an inch or two shorter than me, he wears a silver-edged Academy cloak? Or Solange, a follower of Zephos - she too has red hair, and carries a shepherd's crook?"

 

[Richard Rawen]

bits and tittle

"Shadya is hiring an escort to accompany her to the desert. It seems a good venture but I am not sure this is a job we should take. I didn't want to commit without hearing your opinion, so...what do you think?"

[sblock=ooc]I'm torn on this. We could take this one or wait for the next one, though I'm leaning towards waiting and heading out with Manz again[/sblock]

"Nothing I've heard of deserts sounded too appealing, especially" the young warrior thumps his heavy steel breastplate meaningfully, "to someone who likes to pack around all this steel." He grins ruefully, the grin turning into a full smile at his companions, "If you guys want to go, at least let me go shopping for some armor less likely to cook me on the road." That said, Richard leans back against the bar, waiting for his companions decision.

OOC: I have to say that the desert adventure sounds less appealing than the other possibly more combat oriented adventure in the forest. Although the RP aspect could be lots of fun.
Richard has been distracted and thus the nature of Osa is of no concern to him.
From a RP perspective, Richard has heard stories of the desert - how it is much more dangerous just to travel it's trackless waterless depths than the inhabitants - and he's not really excited about traveling deep into the hot wilderness wearing plate armor!
I think Richard will pass on this one unless Rinya and Rowan sign on, though he's sad to see Lasair move on due to her unusual nature, (and beauty - hey, he's a guy, c'mon), Richard is more concerned with finding a Healer to ally with for future battles.

. . . If it is strange creatures and adventures you seek, the trip has peril, and the creatures of the desert are unlike those here in the wetlands."

OOC: "Wetlands"... I love it.

 

[Trouvere]

OOC - not that it matters now, but just to be clear - no one IC should know that Ossa is a skeleton. Anyone who didn't see through the illusion saw a badly scarred woman when the hood fell back. Most everyone recognised that this woman was not real, but there was never an actual skeletal Ossa in the room. Ossa originally was smuggled into the tavern wrapped up in its own travelling cloak and was kindly carried upstairs by Rasereit, and has remained in Taelythenihel's room ever since.

 

[Heckler]

"Nothing I've heard of deserts sounded too appealing, especially" the young warrior thumps his heavy steel breastplate meaningfully, "to someone who likes to pack around all this steel." He grins ruefully, the grin turning into a full smile at his companions, "If you guys want to go, at least let me go shopping for some armor less likely to cook me on the road." That said, Richard leans back against the bar, waiting for his companions decision.

"In that case, I don't believe we will be joining you. May you have a safe journey."

 

[Richard Rawen]

"In that case, I don't believe we will be joining you. May you have a safe journey."

"Oh, Yes!" His face rather reddened by his oversight, Richard stands from the bar and addresses the group gathering to set into the sands. "May your travels be safe and your arrival swift."
Ducking his head just a fraction, the obviously embarrassed young man turns back to his friends, "Now, I am going to get out of here and see what the shop-keeps can tempt my meager purse with."
This statement seems to illicit a thought as Richard turns towards Lasair, stepping towards her he bows his head and, raising with a gentle smile, speaks quietly with the young "sorceress".
"I thank you very much for your generous ways and I do hope to meet you again someday. Perhaps if these dire tidings of the future are come to pass we shall find our paths crossed again, united against whatever comes." Pausing, the fighter visibly concentrates for a moment, then, somewhat quietly, "May the 'voll' of those you meet be as honorable as your own." With another bow, Richard turns to leave the Inn, searching out a few upgrades to his current gear.

 

[AGFlynn]

Cludge Slatefist, unemployed dwarven warrior

The tavern door bangs open and an immensely squat dwarf with a crazy, spiky black bush of hair and beard to match clomps in. The haft of an enormously wide greatsword juts a foot above his head. Beaming from ear to ear, he sports a bulging belt pouch that jingles conspicuously.
Sorry 'bout the door, Joe! he bellows. Good ta see ya again, me boy! Have ya by any chance seen my pal Galwynn about? he says, peering anxiously around the sea of new faces in the taven. I got sone stories ta tell him. Where is that boy? GALWYNN! he roars.
Stumping up to the bar, he climbs up onto a stool. Could I please have on o' yer fancy dwarven whiskies? he asks Joe. Not one o' them "dwarven" whiskies made by manfolk -- ya know, the good stuff, he says in a very loud whisper.

 

[Trouvere]

"Cludge!" says Conuld, almost scampering over to him. "I have not seen you since the day after we fought the..." he lowers his voice... "Blacklilies. I have been updating my spellbook with the help of Tommy - I can cast Magic Missile now, the staple of the uninventive mage." He laughs. "And a few others. I daresay I could make several heads and tails of your Dwarven jawcracker now. But Tommy came back to the Dragon while I was scribing some more scrolls. I came to find him when I was done, but he is not here. Have you seen him, or any of the others?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I thank you very much for your generous ways and I do hope to meet you again someday. Perhaps if these dire tidings of the future are come to pass we shall find our paths crossed again, united against whatever comes."

(OOC: Yeah, Lasair probably can't go on the woodsy adventure even if she's back from this mini-adventure by then, as Rae mentioned is possible, since it's part of my event, and I sort of know some details Thus I had to get her into whichever others I could find The trick with the mixed 1st/4th adventures is the GP, though, of course, since if everyone levels up once, by standard wealth the newly 2nds should gain ~900 each and the newly 5th should gain multiple thousands. We'll see how it goes --Bront had a situation like that in Festival of Halina, so he gave Troi, the level 4, a bit of solo work with pay to help make up part of the difference. Of course, I'm sure it didn't help us all that Lasair insisted on returning the money we got from a gang of bandits to the original owners )

"You can count on it. This place...is my new home. And I will defend it from any great evil that seeks to assault it, especially if it involves the despicable undead, as the dragon said..."

"May the 'voll' of those you meet be as honorable as your own."

"And may you always find water and shade, Richard Rawen," Lasair nods towards him.

 

[AGFlynn]

Cludge Slatefist, unemployed dwarven warrior 2

Conuld, old pal!, yells Cludge, standing (with some difficulty) and clapping him on the shoulders roughly.
It's mighty good ta see ya boy! Why, that's just dandy! he says, looking somewhat befuddled by Conuld's description of his new magical prowess. Yer a right high archmage now, I'll bet (if bein' a archmage is a good thing, that is -- it is?) Well, grand, just grand!
He motions to the bar. Have seat will ya lad? I'd love ta buy ya a pint o' this here stuff. Joe reckons it's nigh on two hunnerd year old an' 115 per cent alkerhol!
At the mention of their friends, Cludge shakes his head. Can't tell ya where they are, Connie, old chum. Just got here meself. Ya want I should shout for 'em?

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

OOC: If Conuld and Cludge join up, that makes 5: Shadya, Lasair, Khurgaz, Conuld and Cludge. I'm more than satisfied with that group. Go ahead and finish up in the tavern, and I'll make the adventure thread posthaste.

R-company: I'll check with Rystil about his time frames, but I'm ready to start the other adventure this week. I still need to get it approved, but I'll leave Manz out of that email. I'll reserve spots for the three of you.