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<blockquote data-quote="Insight" data-source="post: 5479431" data-attributes="member: 11437"><p><span style="font-size: 15px"><strong><u>577 CY</u></strong></span></p><p>THE VILLAGE OF HOMMLET</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange">KELDOK THE BLUDGEONER</span>, the half-orc, stalked impatiently through the quiet, rustic roads that made up the heart of the village of Hommlet. Keldok had just freed Hommlet from the threat of the nearby Temple of Elemental Evil. Keldok and his companions, <span style="color: lightblue">BILLY SILVERTONGUE</span>, the gnome illusionist, <span style="color: royalblue">JORDI TONBARREL</span>, the human warrior, <span style="color: lightgreen">ZINDRA SLEEKMOON</span>, the elf scout, and <span style="color: slategray">GRIMGAL IRONHEARTED</span>, the dwarven priest of Moradin, had come to Hommlet only recently and quickly found themselves embroiled in the local conflict. Since no one else seemed up to the task, it fell to Keldok and his companions to defeat the villains at the Temple and clean up the surrounding countryside.</p><p></p><p>But that was nearly a month ago. Since then, Keldok and his able companions have lived the lives of local heroes, being treated to feasts and free ale, the locals fawning all over their saviors. All of this made Keldok a little sick. The half-orc wanted to prove himself, to meet enemies on the field of battle, to beat them down with the magic mace he found in the Temple. Keldok's bloodlust was rising and waiting around Hommlet was not doing a thing to quench it.</p><p></p><p>Keldok turned a corner to see the dwarf, Grimgal, finishing off yet another free ale. The dwarf sat at the patio outside Hommlet's only tavern.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray">"Have a seat, ye old rogue,"</span> Grimgal said. <span style="color: slategray">"The ale is a little watery, and so am I."</span></p><p></p><p>Keldok leaned against the wooden rail forming the outside of the patio. <span style="color: orange">"Don't you wish to leave this place? It stinks of inactivity and decay."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray">"The only stink I smell around here is half-orcs!"</span> Grimgal said. <span style="color: slategray">"You'd be a lot more tolerable with some local ale in your bloodstream."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange">"Bah,"</span> Keldok replied. <span style="color: orange">"Like the rest of your kind, you are perfectly satisfied to drink yourself to death. I have other aspirations."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray">"Yes, to die with honor, blah blah blah,"</span> the dwarf shot back. <span style="color: slategray">"I know all about orcish so-called battlefield honor. I raise my empty flagon to you and your orcish honor."</span> Grimgal feigned raising his empty ale in a toast.</p><p></p><p>Jordi Tonbarrel emerged from the tavern. Keldok could see he was in no shape to go off adventuring. Jordi hadn't worn his armor in weeks and his tunic was rather filthy with the residue of feast food and spilled wine. Jordi stumbled just a little as he joined Grimgal. He looked to the half-orc. <span style="color: royalblue">"You know, Keldok. There are some fine wenches here. Maybe partaking of their services would lighten your mood."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange">"Perhaps one of them could show you how to do laundry,"</span> Keldok said.</p><p></p><p>Ostler, the tavern's owner, looked out one of the open windows. <span style="color: gold">"Look there,"</span> he said. Ostler pointed down one of the roads leading through Hommlet. <span style="color: gold">"Now, what d'ye make o' that, fair sirs? 'Tis a man wrapped in the colors of some <em>laird</em>, strollin' through our Hommlet, bustlin' like he's driven on some grand business. Mayhap I'll have me some laird's party stayin' for the night."</span> With that, Ostler went in to call to his family, the tavern's employees.</p><p></p><p>Keldok, Grimgal, and Jordi looked down said road. Indeed, the sober among them could make out a single humanoid, with flaxen hair tumbling out from beneath a liveried cape. </p><p></p><p>Keldok sized up the stranger and determined that it was not a <em>he</em>, but a <em>she</em>. They each wondered what business a lone woman traveling these backwoods would have in Hommlet. She continued past the the three adventurers standing at the patio, and, just as it looked as though she would continue on into the tavern, she stopped.</p><p></p><p>The woman threw back her hood to reveal a gorgeous face, possibly of half-elven descent. The golden locks covered most of her face until she brushed them aside. <span style="color: gold">"Good sirs,"</span> she said. <span style="color: gold">"I bear a message from the most worthy DAME GOLD of Safeton."</span> The nameless maiden looked mainly at Jordi, but also at the dwarf and half-orc. <span style="color: gold">"You are the saviors of Hommlet, are you not?"</span></p><p></p><p>As the comely traveler addressed him, Jordi straighened up. <span style="color: royalblue">"We are,"</span> he replied. <span style="color: royalblue">"Along with Billy Silvertongue and Zindra Sleekmoon, not present."</span> </p><p></p><p><span style="color: gold">"Here you are, then,"</span> the maiden said, thrusting a heavy, buff envelope into Jordi's somewhat startled hands. <span style="color: gold">"Good day."</span></p><p></p><p>Jordi, Keldok, and Grimgal watched as the female traveler simply turned, left the tavern patio, and continued back down the road from whence she came.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray">"Strange, that,"</span> Grimgal said.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange">"The letter?"</span></p><p></p><p>Jordi looked down at the envelope. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray">"No, ye daft..."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: royalblue">"I guess we should open it,"</span> Jordi said.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: slategray">"I'll go get the others. They should all see this."</span> Grimgal looked at Keldok. <span style="color: slategray">"You stand there looking menacing."</span></p><p></p><p>Keldok nodded as Grimgal stumbled off the patio and into Hommlet.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Insight, post: 5479431, member: 11437"] [size=4][b][u]577 CY[/u][/b][/size] THE VILLAGE OF HOMMLET [color=orange]KELDOK THE BLUDGEONER[/color], the half-orc, stalked impatiently through the quiet, rustic roads that made up the heart of the village of Hommlet. Keldok had just freed Hommlet from the threat of the nearby Temple of Elemental Evil. Keldok and his companions, [color=lightblue]BILLY SILVERTONGUE[/color], the gnome illusionist, [color=royalblue]JORDI TONBARREL[/color], the human warrior, [color=lightgreen]ZINDRA SLEEKMOON[/color], the elf scout, and [color=slategray]GRIMGAL IRONHEARTED[/color], the dwarven priest of Moradin, had come to Hommlet only recently and quickly found themselves embroiled in the local conflict. Since no one else seemed up to the task, it fell to Keldok and his companions to defeat the villains at the Temple and clean up the surrounding countryside. But that was nearly a month ago. Since then, Keldok and his able companions have lived the lives of local heroes, being treated to feasts and free ale, the locals fawning all over their saviors. All of this made Keldok a little sick. The half-orc wanted to prove himself, to meet enemies on the field of battle, to beat them down with the magic mace he found in the Temple. Keldok's bloodlust was rising and waiting around Hommlet was not doing a thing to quench it. Keldok turned a corner to see the dwarf, Grimgal, finishing off yet another free ale. The dwarf sat at the patio outside Hommlet's only tavern. [color=slategray]"Have a seat, ye old rogue,"[/color] Grimgal said. [color=slategray]"The ale is a little watery, and so am I."[/color] Keldok leaned against the wooden rail forming the outside of the patio. [color=orange]"Don't you wish to leave this place? It stinks of inactivity and decay."[/color] [color=slategray]"The only stink I smell around here is half-orcs!"[/color] Grimgal said. [color=slategray]"You'd be a lot more tolerable with some local ale in your bloodstream."[/color] [color=orange]"Bah,"[/color] Keldok replied. [color=orange]"Like the rest of your kind, you are perfectly satisfied to drink yourself to death. I have other aspirations."[/color] [color=slategray]"Yes, to die with honor, blah blah blah,"[/color] the dwarf shot back. [color=slategray]"I know all about orcish so-called battlefield honor. I raise my empty flagon to you and your orcish honor."[/color] Grimgal feigned raising his empty ale in a toast. Jordi Tonbarrel emerged from the tavern. Keldok could see he was in no shape to go off adventuring. Jordi hadn't worn his armor in weeks and his tunic was rather filthy with the residue of feast food and spilled wine. Jordi stumbled just a little as he joined Grimgal. He looked to the half-orc. [color=royalblue]"You know, Keldok. There are some fine wenches here. Maybe partaking of their services would lighten your mood."[/color] [color=orange]"Perhaps one of them could show you how to do laundry,"[/color] Keldok said. Ostler, the tavern's owner, looked out one of the open windows. [color=gold]"Look there,"[/color] he said. Ostler pointed down one of the roads leading through Hommlet. [color=gold]"Now, what d'ye make o' that, fair sirs? 'Tis a man wrapped in the colors of some [i]laird[/i], strollin' through our Hommlet, bustlin' like he's driven on some grand business. Mayhap I'll have me some laird's party stayin' for the night."[/color] With that, Ostler went in to call to his family, the tavern's employees. Keldok, Grimgal, and Jordi looked down said road. Indeed, the sober among them could make out a single humanoid, with flaxen hair tumbling out from beneath a liveried cape. Keldok sized up the stranger and determined that it was not a [i]he[/i], but a [i]she[/i]. They each wondered what business a lone woman traveling these backwoods would have in Hommlet. She continued past the the three adventurers standing at the patio, and, just as it looked as though she would continue on into the tavern, she stopped. The woman threw back her hood to reveal a gorgeous face, possibly of half-elven descent. The golden locks covered most of her face until she brushed them aside. [color=gold]"Good sirs,"[/color] she said. [color=gold]"I bear a message from the most worthy DAME GOLD of Safeton."[/color] The nameless maiden looked mainly at Jordi, but also at the dwarf and half-orc. [color=gold]"You are the saviors of Hommlet, are you not?"[/color] As the comely traveler addressed him, Jordi straighened up. [color=royalblue]"We are,"[/color] he replied. [color=royalblue]"Along with Billy Silvertongue and Zindra Sleekmoon, not present."[/color] [color=gold]"Here you are, then,"[/color] the maiden said, thrusting a heavy, buff envelope into Jordi's somewhat startled hands. [color=gold]"Good day."[/color] Jordi, Keldok, and Grimgal watched as the female traveler simply turned, left the tavern patio, and continued back down the road from whence she came. [color=slategray]"Strange, that,"[/color] Grimgal said. [color=orange]"The letter?"[/color] Jordi looked down at the envelope. [color=slategray]"No, ye daft..."[/color] [color=royalblue]"I guess we should open it,"[/color] Jordi said. [color=slategray]"I'll go get the others. They should all see this."[/color] Grimgal looked at Keldok. [color=slategray]"You stand there looking menacing."[/color] Keldok nodded as Grimgal stumbled off the patio and into Hommlet. [/QUOTE]
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