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Heroics around Hommlet [IC]
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Thels
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Col is told they have no gnomish ale available. After paying 4 silver, a regular ale and something resembling a stew is served. It doesn't taste very good, but there sure is plenty.
Though the dwarf is too far gone, his comrades notice Gideon closing in, but don't really seem to mind. The dwarf continues his story, describing how they valiantly defeated a group of dire badgers that were inhabitating the cave system.
The elven man seems to forget about the dwarf as he grows more and more upset by Drusilia's absense.
The barkeep replies: "Looking for adventurer's work, ehh? Well, occasionally people come here to look for other people to help them. As a matter of fact, Ben Guntrop here is in need of some. Appearantly, there are some problems with his mines. Ben?" He says, looking at the elder man.
"Yes," the elder man replies. "As you might know, I'm the owner of the largest smithy in town. For our metal resources, we're mostly depending on the mine two days south of here, towards Hommlet. Something must be wrong with it, as we haven't received any shipments as of late, and no other form of communication either. I need a few people to go there and check things out. It's no place for a woman like you alone, however. Unless you got some companions, chances are you'll end up dead by whatever might be inhabitating the surrounding area."
Though the dwarf is too far gone, his comrades notice Gideon closing in, but don't really seem to mind. The dwarf continues his story, describing how they valiantly defeated a group of dire badgers that were inhabitating the cave system.
The elven man seems to forget about the dwarf as he grows more and more upset by Drusilia's absense.
The barkeep replies: "Looking for adventurer's work, ehh? Well, occasionally people come here to look for other people to help them. As a matter of fact, Ben Guntrop here is in need of some. Appearantly, there are some problems with his mines. Ben?" He says, looking at the elder man.
"Yes," the elder man replies. "As you might know, I'm the owner of the largest smithy in town. For our metal resources, we're mostly depending on the mine two days south of here, towards Hommlet. Something must be wrong with it, as we haven't received any shipments as of late, and no other form of communication either. I need a few people to go there and check things out. It's no place for a woman like you alone, however. Unless you got some companions, chances are you'll end up dead by whatever might be inhabitating the surrounding area."
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Majin
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Hearing the possibility of adventure Damien perks up and regards the barkeep, then the lady. "I would gladly accompany this beautiful lady to the mines, that is if she would have me." He bows princely towards her, and comes up with a charming smile on his face.
"But where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Prince Damien Strikeheart of Keoland. What name was given to such beauty as yours my dear?"
"But where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Prince Damien Strikeheart of Keoland. What name was given to such beauty as yours my dear?"
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MattDroz
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Glances over at the gnome, but it's obvious his attention is on the tales of battle.
"Riddles could be fun, but I haven't played with them since I was a child. Now battles! Adventures!"
He looks over at the gnome, noticing the large sword he's wearing. Suddenly, his interest has shifted. "Are you an ... adventurer, sir?"
"Riddles could be fun, but I haven't played with them since I was a child. Now battles! Adventures!"
He looks over at the gnome, noticing the large sword he's wearing. Suddenly, his interest has shifted. "Are you an ... adventurer, sir?"
Majin
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"Certainly your ladyship. Barkeep, a glass of your finest wine for the beautiful Elf lass here." Turning back to the young Elf woman, Damien continues. "Some fine wine coming up lovely maiden, but you have still failed to tell me your name. he chuckles. "What would it be, and what brings you from your Elven home?"
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The man with the parchment seems momentarily uncomfortable as the close presence of the halfing and the gnome, but he straightens up as if drawn out of a reverie and nods to them both. As the dwarf’s tale devolves into incoherent babbling, he sighs heavily, rolls up the parchment, and stores it carefully in his pack.
“Greetings, friends,” he says to those close by. “May the light of Pelor be ever at your shoulder.”
He shares a sympathetic smile with the gnome as the stew is served, and listens with interest to the tale from the mine owner. He gaze darts around the assemblage, and his brow furrows as he seems to consider the potential adventure at hand.
He turns to Guntrop. “Tell me sir, when did you last receive word from the mine, and what ‘inhabitants’ do you refer to?” Lowering his voice to a whisper, he leans toward the gnome. “Perhaps the miners uncovered something other than ore. There are foul things within the depths of this world. Evil things.”
“Greetings, friends,” he says to those close by. “May the light of Pelor be ever at your shoulder.”
He shares a sympathetic smile with the gnome as the stew is served, and listens with interest to the tale from the mine owner. He gaze darts around the assemblage, and his brow furrows as he seems to consider the potential adventure at hand.
He turns to Guntrop. “Tell me sir, when did you last receive word from the mine, and what ‘inhabitants’ do you refer to?” Lowering his voice to a whisper, he leans toward the gnome. “Perhaps the miners uncovered something other than ore. There are foul things within the depths of this world. Evil things.”
Thels
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The barkeep pours Raven a glass of wine: "That'll be a silver." Unlike the other drinks handed out so far, this one actually tastes good.
Turning around, Guntrop describes, loud enough for anyone in the tavern to hear it: "Last word from the mines was sixteen days ago. Normally, a shipment comes in every week, but occasionally they skip a week or are a day late, so up to now, there was nothing to worry about. Things are probably okay, but I need someone to check it out, just to make sure. I don't have the personnel ready for the task however. There are hobgoblins about in the area, and there's probably the usual variety of animals to be found. I need business to go on, so I'm willing to pay thirty gold pieces for anyone to head to the mines and return me a letter from the overseer. If you go as a group, split the money as you see fit. If there's actually something wrong in the mines and you can manage to solve the problem, you'll be in for a lot more, though I need some proof of course."
Derk listens to the story while sipping his drink. The dwarf continues his story, describing how they slowly descended down the tunnels and were almost caught by a pitfall, but managed to cross it to continue their descent, while the man right to him shoves him another ale. The elves keep waiting, the male elf obviously worried.
Turning around, Guntrop describes, loud enough for anyone in the tavern to hear it: "Last word from the mines was sixteen days ago. Normally, a shipment comes in every week, but occasionally they skip a week or are a day late, so up to now, there was nothing to worry about. Things are probably okay, but I need someone to check it out, just to make sure. I don't have the personnel ready for the task however. There are hobgoblins about in the area, and there's probably the usual variety of animals to be found. I need business to go on, so I'm willing to pay thirty gold pieces for anyone to head to the mines and return me a letter from the overseer. If you go as a group, split the money as you see fit. If there's actually something wrong in the mines and you can manage to solve the problem, you'll be in for a lot more, though I need some proof of course."
Derk listens to the story while sipping his drink. The dwarf continues his story, describing how they slowly descended down the tunnels and were almost caught by a pitfall, but managed to cross it to continue their descent, while the man right to him shoves him another ale. The elves keep waiting, the male elf obviously worried.
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