Crossed Paths - Part I

[Manzanita]

Let me sum up the situation a little, for players old, and particularly, players new.

The tavern is bright and clean. A large central table is the center of attention. The other tables are populated by merchants and farmers. At the center table sits 8 men. The recently entered viking warrior, dirty, and stinking of sweat, blood, and earth. He looks like he's been living in the woods for days and fighting bears. An exotic looking elf, and an exotic looking human, wearing leather armor and a scimitar, wolf at this feet. There is also an old man, frail, and dressed as a mage with a staff and conical hat. Another man of late-middle age, wearing heavy armor, a sword, and rich clothing. He is evidently of some authority in these parts. The last man at the table is good looking, young, with long black hair, a red bandana, tall black boots, leather armor and a scimitar.

 

[Inez Hull]

...and a dwarf

 

[doghead]

"I am Brioc Ap Llwyd. If you seek me, what is your business?" He looks curiously at the man's slightly peculiar appearance.

"Greetings Brioc ap Llwyd. I am Marcus Romeriez, grandson of Mordrue."

Marcus makes a little bow. A faint smile plays around the edges of his eyes.

"That is a fine animal you have with you.

"Some time ago, Mordrue was asked to replay an old debt. I am that repayment, and I am here to assist you in whatever it is that you have been set to do.

"I apologise for being late. I was waylaid by a sickness that would not let me go easily. Another agreed to come in my place, but I don't see him amoung your number at the moment. A Roman named Octar?"

 

[Manzanita]

whoops

That's right. Also two dwarves sit at the table. One older and richly dressed. The other younger, wearing heavy armor and a heavy mace.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(Back! Will have 3rd-level stats for you soon...)

Nathaniel mulls over the situation, seeming more thoughtful at the moment than outright concerned.

At first chance to catch Brioc for a quiet conversation, he spells out his thoughts.

"I'm finding myself a little troubled by the fact that we have such a large camp out there, and such a relatively small number of attacks out here. From the numbers alone, we know that only a small portion of that population could have participated in them... What does that tell us about the others?"

"I have the sense that perhaps the settlement we saw is not to be blamed, on the whole, for these killings. Perhaps it is only a small segment of their culture, though, some renegade group, perhaps under the control of the woman with the bear..."

"In any case, I do want to talk more with the dwarf, see how likely it is we can get his countrymen on our side... As long as war is a possibility, I'd like to know we'll have an army with us to see it."

 

[Thels]

Dhormuin sits at the table drinking his ale, paying attention in the people that all sat down on the same table, overhearing their conversation trying not to show too much interest. He decides to just listen for now, seeing where the conversaion leads to first.

OOC: Description is in the RG.

 

[doghead]

"Anyway, my questions have waited many days, they can wait a while more. But the Priest", nodding in the direction of the table, "seems eager to have words with you, and my poor parched throat is demanding attention. So, with you leave ..."

Marcus turns and walks over to the bar to order a drink.

 

[Inez Hull]

"Nathaniel, your words bear much thinking but there is one problem that I can forsee in pursuing that line of reasoning, namely that these attacks have been happening sporadically over generations of human lives. The attacks do not seem the precursor to invasion by a greater force, perhaps they fill some role within the culture, such as a coming of age ceremony in a warrior culture or part of some religious ritual, albeit a bloody one."

Ehldannis turns to speak to Marcus when he returns from the bar, "My greetings, I am Ehldannis. Octar is unwell at present but your presence is welcome in our company."

 

[doghead]

Ehldannis turns to speak to Marcus when he returns from the bar, "My greetings, I am Ehldannis. Octar is unwell at present but your presence is welcome in our company."

"Greetings Ehldannis," Marcus replies, wondering if he got the inflection right.

"I am Marcus Romeriez. I am relieved to have finally made it into your company. I glad that I didn't misjudge Octar. I hope that he does not have what I did, for if he does he will be a very unhappy man right now.

"I must confess that I am curious as to what purpose brings you all togther, whoever you all are, as I must admit that I also know nothing more about that than what you have revealed so far."

 

[doghead]

"Which is not much," he adds with a wry smile.