Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

[loxmyth]

~ The Hatted Badger, Ravenscraig

One of the dart players shouts out with triumph. "Ha-ha, finally I win! I tol' you I'd win, one of these days, Mert."
The other frowns, eyeing the dartboard with something approaching malice. "Ah, it was beginner's luck, Hazmer," he mutters. "And my darts were crooked."
"Ah Mert, don't be that way!" Hazmer complains. "I won fair and square, your darts weren't no more crooked than mine."

~

Over at the Draconologist's table, he was tucking himself back in. "Pleasant fellow. Now where were we? Ah yes, my work. As you know, it's rare to find dragons in this part of the world anymore, so much of my work has been going slowly. Going deep into the orc-infested jungles hasn't been an option."

"This I know, Sage Faldrik," the big man said, a bit testily. "We Marguardins are the one's who guard the southern reach."

"Of course, Yarlan. This is more for the edification of my lady friend here, so that she understand the background." Saaga said nothing, just smiled gracefully.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge waits for Froud to say something. The akward silence anoying him to no end.

 

[Uriel]

OoC: What, I thought you had a Plan, Forge!?! kidding...

IC: Froud smiles again, showing his pearly whites.
Fround says 'Oh yes, Dwarven Oaths, very good.' as he binds hands in a far-too-casual-manner.
Froud then turns to Forge and says 'Well , shall we go and get the Specialist?'
Froud then awaits Forge's answer or comments, aware of his annoyance, though minding it not at all.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Yes my friend. Let us go to retrieve the specialist. We will return good brother Dwarves Forge will smack Froug up side the head when they are our of sight of the 2 dwarves. What are you planning? And how much money will it cost me by the end of this prank?

 

[Uriel]

Froud tries to dodge the inevitable *Smack*, thought the Dwarf is fast...very fast... <Ouch>.
Smiling again, Froud begins;Look, all we need to do is get a Thief, perhaps one of our Classmates. Isn't this fun!?!' The Gnome speeds forward, gesturing 'Hurry!' to Forge. School was so interesting sometimes.
Froud stops, lifting his finger as if he was about to remember something, perhaps why they had gone to Ravenscraig in the first place. Oh well, no matter, adventure awaited!
Froud is clearly heading back to the Badger...

 

[loxmyth]

~ Outside Grundle's, Ravenscraig

Pahl smiles gratefully. "Thank you, both of you," he almost gushes. "Har! You won't regret this. The Houses of Barin and Gam will be your staunchest allies, may your sword arms always be strong!" He nods at you merrily.

"We will be staying at the Gemcutter Inn, in the Undercity. Come find us there, in rooms 1 and 2, ha!"

With that, the two Dwarves started off and sight of them was soon lost behind a corner.

Forge and Froud arrived at the Hatted Badger fifteen minutes later to find that their companions in the exact places they'd last seen them.

~ The Hatted Badger, Ravenscraig

The draconologist droned on about the complex maths and magics he'd used to model and understand dragons and their biology, behaviour and abilities, going so far as to point out that by current scientific understanding, dragons shouldn't be able to fly through the air or move as fast and fluidly as they do.

 

[Uriel]

***BUMP***

 

[loxmyth]

~ The Hatted Badger, Ravenscraig

Hob nodded in acknowledgement as Forge and Froud entered the pub. "Welcome back, lads," the old man greeted them heartily, fanning himself with pale green hanky. "You'll find your gang right where you left them." As the old barkeep had implied, not much had changed in their absence over the last half hour. Linda, Larina and James still sat at a table, drinking and carousing as students do. A pair of young men played a racuous game of darts.

The only new addition was the trio that sat at their own table: Forge recognized Faldrik the Green and Saaga Panaelean, but neither the Dwarf nor the gnome had ever seen the tall well-built man in the poncho who sat with them.

 

[Uriel]

Froud sits down, grinning and twitching with excitement.

COmpletely ignoring the situation and conversation regarding the Murders, Froud says
'We have a Mission! Well, a Grand Adventure, really, There is this Dwarf that needs someone to retrieve his Warhammer from some guys that have it. Family Heirloom or some such. Anyways,all we need is a Thief, or perhaps a 'Rogue', as I don't know anyone that likes being called a thief...So, the Dwarf is gonna pay us a Fortune in Gold to get it back. Who's in?' Froud orders another ale, smiles at Forge and waits for an answer, just then realizing that as of yet, there was no Plan .

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge gives Froud the grandest hairy eyeball that he can, You silly Gnome, They were obviously theives in their own right looking to have some dupe try to take the hammer from a victem. I cannot believe you fell for that. Forge looks at the rest of the group. Larina? Are you up to some fun?