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Heroics around Hommlet [IC]

"More of a "Adventurer in Training". I havnt been on very many adventures ya know. Names Col Whitehill."
Hearing the man talk about the mines, Col perks up. "Id go with you. I can swing an axe and shoot this quite well, if thats what you need."
 

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Smiles at Col, "Likewise, I am also looking to be an adventurer." Hearing about the mines, Gideon's mind races with the possiblities. To actually be a hero! :D

"I will accompany you as well, it sounds like it may be fun! And my name is Gideon."
 
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Raven

"Thank you Damien," Raven lifts the drink, takes a sip, swishes it around her mouth and smiles. "Call me Raven. I am a singer, and a collector of stories. It looks like this trip to the mines might be worth a verse or two. And it looks like we're got a fair company to do it. 30 gps isn't a lot of money, but it's a start and sometimes the search for 'virtue' is its own reward, as it were. How do we get to these mines, Guntrop, and how far are they?"
 

The big human smiles faintly as Gideon pronounces his interest in the adventure. He seems inspired by the halfling's bravado, or perhaps just amused. His dark eyes do not betray his true emotions.

"I am barely off the trail," he says, "but if the courageous Gideon has deemed this mission worthy of his attention, than so do I." He nods to the halfling. "I am Geryn, Cleric if Pelor, at your service."

Standing up, he waves the group of volunteers over and gestures at his table. "Please, grab some chairs ... let's discuss the terms of the quest. Join us, Guntrop, so that we might learn more about the location and condition of this mine."
 
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"Ah a singer. I would very much like to hear you sometime. I bet you have the voice of a Deva! But Raven? That is not a very Elf-like name my dear, but considering the beautiful locks of hair you possess I'd say it fits you." Damien's attention is stolen away for a moment as the Cleric calls everyone over. "May I suggest we join the good cleric so we may get things for our upcoming journey in order? Maybe you could sing to me later on then after we have got things settled here hmm?"

Damien motions to escort Raven to the table. "Well anyway, shall we?"
 
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Gideon smiles as he pulls a stool over to the human-sized table and sits down. "Greetings adventurers! My name's Gideon (in case you didn't hear me before)."
 

"Very well." Guntrop orders another glass of wine and then sits down at Geryn's table. When everyone's settled, he starts: "To be honest, I do not think there's anything seriously wrong. Most likely, one of the carts has a broken wheel or something along that nature. If so, all you need to do is to make a trip to the mine and then head back here. If you're carefull, probably nothing will happen, hence only the thirty gold pieces."

Continuing after a few sips of wine: "The mine is about fifty miles south of here. It's not hard to find, just follow the road to Hommlet and somewhere along the road, you'll find a signpost directing the Guntrop Mines towards another road. Following that road, you'll run into the mines eventually. It should take you about three days on foot. Alternatively I could borrow you a cart and donkey which should cut down travel time by about a day. I would just need some ensurance, say about ten gold."

Guntrop gathers his breath for a couple of seconds before adding: "Remind you, the thirty gold is just for checking the place out and coming back. If there's anything wrong, like say a clan of Hobgoblins took over the mines, then all you need to do is to report that to me. If you want, you can try and clear the problem. For example, saving the mines from a group of Hobgoblins should award you with say sixhundred gold pieces, depending on the size of the clan. I'm not to be held responsible for any casualties along the way, in the sorry event that that might happen. When you return, you can report at the smithy."

Derk keeps his ears open, listening to the instructions. When Guntrop seems done, he yells: "Hey Guntrop, why settle for such a group of complete green, inexperienced, uncapable, moronic, pathetic, light in the head group of weaklings, while you can have someone like me doing the task. With my horse I can get there in just a single day and I'm sure to handle any hobgoblin infestation it might suffer. No need for that incompetent bunch of losers. How about it, hey?"
 
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Raven

Majin said:
"Ah a singer. I would very much like to hear you sometime. I bet you have the voice of a Deva! But Raven? That is not a very Elf-like name my dear, but considering the beautiful locks of hair you possess I'd say it fits you.

Damien motions to escort Raven to the table. "Well anyway, shall we?"


Raven allows Damien to escort her to the table. "I go by Raven, as I am making a break from my past. Perhaps you too, are making such a break. Why else would a prince of Keoland be alone in a place like this?"

"A cart sure would be nice." Then softly to Damien, "In any case, I can see why Derk is such a popular guy around here."
 

Gideon seems somewhat hurt by Derk's words. His cheerful smile is replaced with a look of determination. We'll see who's pathetic when we come back as heroes.

He looks around at the table and his companions. "Well, I'm definitely up for it. When should we leave?"

OOC: How are we handling dice rolls?
 
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Laughing at Derk, Col speaks to him "If your so smart, solve this. The Man Who Makes it Sells It, The Man Who Buys It dosnt Use it, the Man who uses it dosnt know it. What is it?" Still chuckling to himself, Col orders another ale.
 
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