Hollow's Last Hope [IC]

[YeOldeAlbatross]

Loricallior will walk up to the lumberjacks, his hands empty of weapons and a friendly smile upon his face. "Greetings. We are looking for a man called Milon Rhodam. Can you tell me where I can find him?"

(Diplomacy Check Roll 10+4=14)
The nearby loggers appear callous and unfriendly. They frown and stare menacingly at the new arrivals, then one of them jerks a thumb over towards one of the log buildings. "Talk to the foreman, rube. Get outta my face."

 

[Nazhkandrias]

Jebbo raises a bushy eyebrow at the rudeness of the lumberjack, shrugs, and ambles off to the indicated building. He gestures for the rest of the group to follow him, and walks up to the door. He knocks on it a few times with his walking stick, and calls out. "Hallo, in there! We're a-lookin' f'the foreman! He in there?" Jebbo steps back, and looks up at the door, waiting for a response.

 

[Voadam]

(Diplomacy Check Roll 10+4=14)
The nearby loggers appear callous and unfriendly. They frown and stare menacingly at the new arrivals, then one of them jerks a thumb over towards one of the log buildings. "Talk to the foreman, rube. Get outta my face."

"Ah you must be an elder as the potion mistress spoke of them. Thank you. I am not familiar with the human title rube, but the appropriate title for an elven master of incinerating dragonfire magic translates into your tongue as adept. Enjoy your day elder." Still smiling and friendly Loricallior turns to head to the indicated log building.

 

[Azgulor]

Cyryn whispers to Loricallior, "Don't waste your time on the likes of these. A strong back is needed for their work, a pleasant disposition is not. In fact, the opposite often appears to be desired." Cyryn follows Jebbo, scanning the camp.


OOC: Cyryn is using Spot to survey the camp. In particular, he's looking for buildings that are guarded, number of guards in camp, watchtowers, etc.

 

[Insight]

Cyryn whispers to Loricallior, "Don't waste your time on the likes of these. A strong back is needed for their work, a pleasant disposition is not. In fact, the opposite often appears to be desired." Cyryn follows Jebbo, scanning the camp.


OOC: Cyryn is using Spot to survey the camp. In particular, he's looking for buildings that are guarded, number of guards in camp, watchtowers, etc.

Hakkara, after shooting the unpleasant woodsman a disconcerting look, follows Cyryn.

 

[hero4hire]

Jared nods at the unpleasant lumberjack. He had expected as much since the warning the bartender had given them about the uncaring nature of those in the Consortium. As much as he would've loved to teach the brute some manners, it was a waste of effort. More important matters were at stake. Everyday might mean another innocent life."Yes..Let us do that." he says to the others and heads for the cabin the man indicated.

 

[YeOldeAlbatross]

OOC: Cyryn is using Spot to survey the camp. In particular, he's looking for buildings that are guarded, number of guards in camp, watchtowers, etc.

(Cyryn Spot check, Roll 4+5=9)
To Cyryn's eyes, the camp doesn't appear to be especially well fortifed. There are no watch towers, and although the various lumberjacks in the area look strong and tough, none appear to be bearing weapons. Presumably, there must be guards somewhere in the camp, but none are visible at the moment.

Jebbo raises a bushy eyebrow at the rudeness of the lumberjack, shrugs, and ambles off to the indicated building. He gestures for the rest of the group to follow him, and walks up to the door. He knocks on it a few times with his walking stick, and calls out. "Hallo, in there! We're a-lookin' f'the foreman! He in there?" Jebbo steps back, and looks up at the door, waiting for a response.

Moments after Jebbo calls out, the door of the building swings open. A stout man with a broadsword on his hip peers out and gives the halfling a cold appraisal before muttering, "What do you want, shorty?"

When the guard sees the rest of the party approach the door behind Jebbo, he narrows his eyes suspiciously, then gruffly says, "Wait here a minute." He ducks back into the office and closes the door behind him. A brief, muffled conversation can be heard from within, and then the door opens again. The guard waves the group inside, saying, "Okay, the foreman will talk to you."

The heroes step into a spacious but filthy office, thickly decorated with taxidermies of various fierce forest animals. A big, sweaty man sits behind a desk, eating from a large plate of mutton. With his mouth full, he speaks while scarcely looking up from his dinner. "Jarlben Trookshavits, Foreman." he splutters. "What's your business? You looking for work?"

 

[hero4hire]

The heroes step into a spacious but filthy office, thickly decorated with taxidermies of various fierce forest animals. A big, sweaty man sits behind a desk, eating from a large plate of mutton. With his mouth full, he speaks while scarcely looking up from his dinner. "Jarlben Trookshavits, Foreman." he splutters. "What's your business? You looking for work?"

"Greetings. I am Jared Morningstar. My companions and I are looking for one Milon Rhoddam. We hear he is an experienced woodsman who may aid us in our quest for a cure for the disease that has been plaguing the Hollow."

ooc: aid another on someone who wants to make the diplomacy roll.

 

[Azgulor]

Cyryn, nodding in agreement and Jared's words, interjects "As my friend has said, we seek your man because we heard he is skilled at woods lore and we seek some rare ingredients for a possible cure. We did not wish to interrupt your meal but time is short. Surely you can see that if your workers get the plague, profits will suffer. I imagine you and your employers would do just about anything to prevent that from happening, correct?"

 

[YeOldeAlbatross]

Jared: Diplomacy Check 5+1=6, Aid Another Failed
Cyryn: Diplomacy Check 2+6=8, Failed

Foreman Trookshavits frowns as Jared and Cyryn make their case for finding Milon Rhodam. He seems disappointed and disinterested. "Plague? Hmmph. No one here is sick. Milon's working, I don't want you bothering him about a few sick people back in the village. If that's all you came for, you're wasting my time." The foreman looks back down to his meal.