Founding of a Guild (4e)

"Very pleased, indeed. Your hospitality is overwhelming. Might I cut through some formality to ask why you have taken an interest in my colleagues and I?"

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D'oh! Forgot about looting the hobgoblins... Oh well, we got XP ;)
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Isdar eats his meal, feigning complacency but remaining quiet.

[sblock=ooc] Bah, hobgoblins probably wouldn't have had any anceint tomes or artifacts on them, anyway, and that's what Isdar is interested in. :p [/sblock]
 

Oak simply sits silently and watches as its companions consume their fellow flesh creatures. Upon hearing Elias' question, however, Oak shows a definate interest in the answer.

[sblock=OOC]Dangit! I should have at least had Oak loot a bow... oh well.[/sblock]
 
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Sylas gives a slightly embarassed look at Elias, catches his breath for a moment, then answers. Well... those bandits you have encountered and defeated are part of a small army of rogues that has been raiding the area in the last months... so you have rendered a service to our village and are honoured guests...
Then he looks deep into his wine as if he was looking for words in there, drinks it in a swift sip, then starts talking again It is true, however, that when I saw your prowess in combat I thought of asking your services. A few miles from the village is a large swamp, a little jungle i'd say, that has been dominion of a lizardfolk tribe for decades. They never gave this village much trouble, we even traded a few goods in the past. But in the last months, the situation has changed. I don't know how he managed such a feat, but apparently, a Goblin shaman gathered a band of humanoid bandits of various races, some of which assaulted you, and took control of their territory. The village is continuously targeted by their raids, and it obviously has not nearly enough men capable at arms to defend itself. I am not enough, less so now that I lost an arm to repel their last attack.
I believe you might be our chance to get rid of this threat... You wouldn't be unrewarded if you chose to give us aid...

concludes the elf with an expectant look in his eyes...
 



Isdar nods at the others' comments. Of course, we were on a journey to answer invitations to a guild, no? Other than that, I'm perfectly willing to treck out into a swamp to get rid of goblin medicine man and his hired hands, helping a village escape their clutches. He tries not to let the sarcasm drip too liberally from his voice.
 

Elias struggles with curiosity and the desire to help people.
"Isdar... surely we could accomplish both tasks. These people do need our help, after all. Isn't this the kind of work that gained us the attention of those guild fellows, anyhow?"
 

Sylas can't repress an enthusiastic smile at Elias' and Oak's answers, which dies, though, at Isdar's words. The man speaks again, his eyes lowered: I understand your point of view, sir Isdar... But! You have to understand that we're not talking about a simple goblin tribe here. Something strange is happening. These brutes are no more than a gang as far as numbers go.... but it is not normal to see orcs, goblinoids, gnolls and who knows what else all working at a goblin's orders. And... it all started right after that thing fell...
 


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