nonamazing
Explorer
"Hmm...Strange cloaked men lurking near the town, coupled with the recent disappearances of sheep (the animal in question being a favourite choice for sacrifices), one may begin to surmise the activies of a cult of some sort. Still, there is too little evidence, too little information." Erimel pauses for a moment, lost in thought. "I would like to investigate these occurances, Sir Elmo. Assuming, that is, you have no objection to my doing so?"
"I appeal to the wisdom of this gathering for its aid and counsel. If you would directly aid me in this--all of us working together as companions--then so much the better, but even so, if you are unwilling or unable to do such, I would nevertheless stongly wish to hear both your advice and your opinions."
Erimel stands and begins pacing as he lectures the room. "I see four potential avenues of approach for such an investigation. First, the hobgoblins to which Elmo referred, presumably encamped somewhere to the far north of Hommlet. They may not have a direct connection to these events. But if a dark cult is stirring in these lands, they may try and reach some sort of mercenary agreement with the hobgoblins. We would do well to prevent that."
"Secondly, the mysterious cloaked travellers. We have no soild information as to where these people have been seen, or where they may be now, but we may try and ask questions of the witnesses, and see where that leads us."
"Thirdly, this odd Chatliron that Sir Elmo is wary of--we could speak with him. Such a man may be likely to keep his secrets close to his vest and we may find it difficult to garner any useful information from him."
"And finally," Ermiel says, as he takes his seat once again, "we could simply travel directly to this 'moathouse' of which you have spoken. If it has been a site of dischord in the past, perhaps trouble brews there once again?"
"What say you, assembled travellers? What do you know of events such as these, and the proper ways to pursue such investigations?"
"I appeal to the wisdom of this gathering for its aid and counsel. If you would directly aid me in this--all of us working together as companions--then so much the better, but even so, if you are unwilling or unable to do such, I would nevertheless stongly wish to hear both your advice and your opinions."
Erimel stands and begins pacing as he lectures the room. "I see four potential avenues of approach for such an investigation. First, the hobgoblins to which Elmo referred, presumably encamped somewhere to the far north of Hommlet. They may not have a direct connection to these events. But if a dark cult is stirring in these lands, they may try and reach some sort of mercenary agreement with the hobgoblins. We would do well to prevent that."
"Secondly, the mysterious cloaked travellers. We have no soild information as to where these people have been seen, or where they may be now, but we may try and ask questions of the witnesses, and see where that leads us."
"Thirdly, this odd Chatliron that Sir Elmo is wary of--we could speak with him. Such a man may be likely to keep his secrets close to his vest and we may find it difficult to garner any useful information from him."
"And finally," Ermiel says, as he takes his seat once again, "we could simply travel directly to this 'moathouse' of which you have spoken. If it has been a site of dischord in the past, perhaps trouble brews there once again?"
"What say you, assembled travellers? What do you know of events such as these, and the proper ways to pursue such investigations?"