(CSRHoD) Creamsteak's Red Hand of Doom [IC]

[Zoycitenega]

Siobhan comes forward and gives the guard a respectful nod, and begins, Good day, sir. We seek Town Speaker Norro Wiston, as we have a message for him. We don't wish to hold you and your fellows up, so if you could point us into the right direction, it would be greatly apreciated.

[sblock=OOC]+9 to diplomacy [/sblock]

 

[Creamsteak]

"We are travellers, and were attacked by hobgoblins about a mile from here. They slaughtered some of your neighbours and used their home to stage an ambush." The gruff dwarf says.

"Indeed! Where? Bands of those murderous savages have been skulking near the town for days now. You're lucky you came through it!"

The Protector's blessing on you, good citizens. My name is Larian Lightweaver, and these are my companions, both new and old. We have the unfortunate duty of reporting a significant sighting of goblinoid banditry, complete with the loss of several human lives. We were able to defeat the foul things, but alas, we were too late to save the brave souls who had encountered the ambush before us. We would like to find anyone in town who might know the unfortunate deceased, and to find out about a place called Vraath Keep. He then waves Siobhan forward. This is Siobhan Lilend, a cleric of the Brawler, and spiritual advisor to our fellowship.

"The old keep? Suit yourself."

Siobhan comes forward and gives the guard a respectful nod, and begins, Good day, sir. We seek Town Speaker Norro Wiston, as we have a message for him. We don't wish to hold you and your fellows up, so if you could point us into the right direction, it would be greatly apreciated.

"Noro Wiston lives in the center of town, across the street from the Old Bridge Inn. If the message is important you had aught take it to him right away."

 

[Redclaw]

"The old keep? Suit yourself."

Have you any ideas about who would could give us information about the keep?

"Noro Wiston lives in the center of town, across the street from the Old Bridge Inn. If the message is important you had aught take it to him right away."

Ah, thank you. I'm sure we'll be able to find him. Larian gives Siobhan a curious glance, this being the first he'd heard of the message for Wiston. He then turns to his companions, Mayhap some of us should see about accomodations at the inn?

 

[Creamsteak]

Have you any ideas about who would could give us information about the keep?

"Nobody around here. They say there's a man who keeps watch over that area for the town, but I havn't dealt with him before."

 

[pathfinderq1]

Tyrla speaks quietly, trying to minimize her odd accent. "Certainly if someone is keeping watch on the keep for the town, the Speaker would be aware of it. Perhaps once the message is delivered, he can tell us more of this watcher- then we can discuss our next moves over whatever the inn has to offer for dinner."

 

[Zoycitenega]

Well then, as it seems that our causes are united, let us go and see the speaker. Siobhan nods respectfully at the guards and heads off, after making sure that her comerades are following.

 

[DrZombie]

The dwarf contently follows the rest. His deep-set eyes glare at the world, looking for (or hoping for?) enemies behind every bush.

 

[Pinotage]

Avril - Human Druid - Spot +11 - Listen +11
Scarlet - Riding Dog - Spot +5 - Listen +5

Avril the eagle watched the proceedings from her perch on one of the rooftops. She craned her head closer to get both a better view and to hear more clearly. A light rustle of a wind flowed gently over the rooftops, bringing the noise to her ears quite nicely. Drelin's Ferry was by no means a large town - she could see pretty much the entire town from here, and in the distance the river that had given the town its name.

It seemed that fate had brought the two different groups together, for it seemed in some way they would be joined for a commen purpose. What the message was that the others had to deliver to the Town Speaker was unknown, but their intentions regarding Vraath Keep had been made clear. As the others passed the entrance to the town, Avril lifted herself into the air, and dove down into a nearby alley. There she transformed back into herself, and quietly slipped in towards the others as they passed. She called Scarlet to her side, softly patting the armored dog on the head. "So, are we finding a place to stay or going to see the Town Speaker first."

[SBLOCK=OOC]
OOC:

Avril hp - 26/36 + Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5) + Siobhan Healing
Scarlet hp - 23/30 + Cure Light Wounds (1d8+5)

Spells and Abilities Active:

Barkskin (Avril, +2 Natural Armor, 50 min.)

Spells Cast and Abilities/Items Used:

Barkskin
Produce Flame (Extended)
Entangle
Cure Moderate Wounds
Cure Light Wounds
Cure Minor Wounds

Wild Shape (1 Used)
Metamagic Rod of Lesser Extend (1 Used)[/SBLOCK]

 

[Creamsteak]

Two guards stand just outside the speakers house.

"State your business."

 

[pathfinderq1]

It seemed that fate had brought the two different groups together, for it seemed in some way they would be joined for a common purpose. What the message was that the others had to deliver to the Town Speaker was unknown, but their intentions regarding Vraath Keep had been made clear. As the others passed the entrance to the town, Avril lifted herself into the air, and dove down into a nearby alley. There she transformed back into herself, and quietly slipped in towards the others as they passed. She called Scarlet to her side, softly patting the armored dog on the head. "So, are we finding a place to stay or going to see the Town Speaker first."

As they headed through the town, small though the place was, Tyrla stayed securely sheltered beneath her hood, ignoring the (possible) glances of curious townsfolk- she had grown up near such a village, and had entered countless others as a passing stranger, so she was used to a cool reception. As they neared their destination, she spoke, still keeping her voice quiet enough to not carry. "The message delivery should not take long, I think. Perhaps if you and your friends might secure us a table at the inn, we can discuss our future plans over the sort of stout repast they might provide for dinner. We can also ask if the Speaker knows anything about the keep."

As they neared the guardsmen, she hung back, content to let some of the more personable folk handle the interaction.