[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge
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Knight Otu
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"Rawhide, do you consider coming with us tomorrow? I might have missed it, but I think you have not clearly said yes or no." Suddenly, Flawed looks around, looking as confused as it could with its limited mimics.
"It seems there are some small animals running around in here, but I cannot see any. But there must be some - one just brushed against my legs..."
"It seems there are some small animals running around in here, but I cannot see any. But there must be some - one just brushed against my legs..."
MadMaxim
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"Well, I don't see any, but it's possible. There are all sorts of vermin in the big cities." Gannon rises, straps his shield to his back. "If you don't mind, I think I'll go to the Victory and get a room for the night. It's getting late, and if I don't get some sleep, I will not be worth much in the morning. So you'll be picking up the rest of the tab, Rawhide," he smiles at Rawhide before continuing. "You know where to find me, but otherwise I'll be meeting you guys at the tavern tomorrow. Good night." He turns around on his heel and walks towards the door.
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Gannon: You find a room at the Victory for 5 sp/night. The Victory's not the nicest place you've ever stayed, but it's fairly clean, pretty warm, and dry.
Rawhide: She brings you two bowls of stew, one of each. "Well, here you are, 'both.' If you'll be wanting more I can bring it to you then, but the owner's a bit wary of me giving one customers six bowls of stew. We can't make it fast enough to serve you like that."
OOC: I'd like to move this along, as would MadMaxim it seems
, so please wrap up any business you have in the Night Owl in your next post...
Rawhide: She brings you two bowls of stew, one of each. "Well, here you are, 'both.' If you'll be wanting more I can bring it to you then, but the owner's a bit wary of me giving one customers six bowls of stew. We can't make it fast enough to serve you like that."
OOC: I'd like to move this along, as would MadMaxim it seems
, so please wrap up any business you have in the Night Owl in your next post...
Ashy
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Rawhide looks to Flawed, "If 'dere be kiltin' to do, Rawhide'll be 'dere!" Seeing everyone leaving, the shifter frowns a bit, "Jus' when t'ings wuz gettin' fun..." he grumbles. The shifter devours the stew before him messily and then orders a few more bowls, until he has eaten his fill. Then, he wanders down to the Victory; finds a nice soft pile of garbage around back to sleep in, and does so.
Knight Otu
First Post
Flawed also goes to the Victory, having learned that a room, while not really necessary for him, is a better place to make repairs, even with some improvised tools and its meager skills.
If Flawed can find a few improvised tools, or the Victory can provide them, it will try to repair the dents that remained from the earlier fight. (+2 Int, +2 Craft ranks, -2 improvised tools)
If Flawed can find a few improvised tools, or the Victory can provide them, it will try to repair the dents that remained from the earlier fight. (+2 Int, +2 Craft ranks, -2 improvised tools)
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Rawhide: A couple gold (literally) are enough to settle your tab. You don't manage to find any garbage behind the Victory, but, fortunately enough, there happens to be a sack of what appears to be sheets out for laundering near the backdoor. They look very comfortable.
Flawed: The Victory has some tools, general handyman stuff, which would probably serve you fine for the evening, despite the fact they weren't really designed for this sort of use [Craft check, roll of 15 on d20, +4 skilled, -2 improvised tools, total 17, 2 hp repaired].
OOC: Next section will start in the next post...also, check the OOC thread for XP totals from Chapter 1 after the next post has been put up.
Flawed: The Victory has some tools, general handyman stuff, which would probably serve you fine for the evening, despite the fact they weren't really designed for this sort of use [Craft check, roll of 15 on d20, +4 skilled, -2 improvised tools, total 17, 2 hp repaired].
OOC: Next section will start in the next post...also, check the OOC thread for XP totals from Chapter 1 after the next post has been put up.
Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Interlude: The Broken Anvil
Zorr, 14th Sypheros 998 YK
Int. The Victory Inn - Morning
You awaken in the morning, ready to head out to the Broken Anvil. It's a wet morning, overcast, but not rainy. The Anvil itself is a small tavern, located in the Mason's Tower, and it bears the symbol of House Ghallanda. The interior is clean and warm, a step up from the Night Owl, a fact reinforced by the appearance of its customers.
An elderly Ghallanda halfling rises at your entrance and beckons you to follow her, leading you to a small, secluded table in the back corner, just barely within the range of the everbright lanterns that line the walls. A woman, in a dark blue cloak with delicate features and almost violet eyes, sits at the table, which has three pitchers on it and enough glasses for four. The halfling leans in towards her, saying, "My Lady, your guests have arrived."
The woman turns her attention to you, her sleek black hair bound in turquiose and silver ornaments. She has a House Cannith signet ring on her finger and speaks in a clear, but soft voice. "Thank you for coming. We have important business to discuss. It's about the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please sit down and help yourself." She gestures to the pitchers -- the first is a deep red wine; the second, a deep chocolate porter; the third, water. There are exactly enough chairs around the table for the four of you.
Zorr, 14th Sypheros 998 YK
Int. The Victory Inn - Morning
You awaken in the morning, ready to head out to the Broken Anvil. It's a wet morning, overcast, but not rainy. The Anvil itself is a small tavern, located in the Mason's Tower, and it bears the symbol of House Ghallanda. The interior is clean and warm, a step up from the Night Owl, a fact reinforced by the appearance of its customers.
An elderly Ghallanda halfling rises at your entrance and beckons you to follow her, leading you to a small, secluded table in the back corner, just barely within the range of the everbright lanterns that line the walls. A woman, in a dark blue cloak with delicate features and almost violet eyes, sits at the table, which has three pitchers on it and enough glasses for four. The halfling leans in towards her, saying, "My Lady, your guests have arrived."
The woman turns her attention to you, her sleek black hair bound in turquiose and silver ornaments. She has a House Cannith signet ring on her finger and speaks in a clear, but soft voice. "Thank you for coming. We have important business to discuss. It's about the unfortunate death of Bonal Geldem. Please sit down and help yourself." She gestures to the pitchers -- the first is a deep red wine; the second, a deep chocolate porter; the third, water. There are exactly enough chairs around the table for the four of you.
Ashy
First Post
Rawhide hops up into one of the chairs - literally - and then sits on his haunches in the seat of the chair. He grabs the pitcher of porter and flashes the woman a smile full of black and yellow teeth. "'Dank'ee. Ya might want'ta git some mor' fer 'dem, 'dough." He then begins guzzling down the contents of the pitcher...
