Hunters Needed in the Western Heartlands (IC Thread)

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The Sylvan Glade

As the three of you pay for the meal and begin relaxing, the man puts his towel down and leans into the bar, looking back to the back room before speaking in a much lower voice.

"You guys part of the hunters the Captain sent for?"

The Trusty Nail

"I just wanted to..." he began, cutting off after the one-armed man's second question sunk in. "Other group? You've already met the ones that came before us?"

They work fast...

"Excuse me. Where are my manners? Daryc Himdahl, furniture merchant out of Luskan. Sven told us the trouble Aulbesmil was in and I wanted to help in any way."

"Wayne Trus, owner and founder of the this fine store. You sure have come a long way to sell furniture Maester Himdahl and with these damned wild dogs acting as if the Beastlord himself was leading them, your trip may end a lot sooner than you'd like. Another merchant came to town just after the wolves seemed, a silk and perfume vendor from Waterdeep. He hoped to catch us before the Festival of Reaping I suppose, and they killed him and nearly all of his caravan guards..."

The man paused for a moment and the weak smile faded from his face.

"To answer your question Maester Himdahl, the others got in late last night and promised they would have this situation in hand before the Blood Moon, let us hope they can fight as well as they can drink."

 

[industrygothica]

Riley freezes for a second, his mouth still full of stew. He looks to the other and doesn't say anything, his guard immediately thrown up in response to the man's secretive tone. Finally, he swallows hard. "Why the big secret?" he ponders to his companions. Finally, he turns to the man and asks, "Are there problems with that, sir? Perhaps something that we should be made aware of?"

 

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Riley freezes for a second, his mouth still full of stew. He looks to the other and doesn't say anything, his guard immediately thrown up in response to the man's secretive tone. Finally, he swallows hard. "Why the big secret?" he ponders to his companions. Finally, he turns to the man and asks, "Are there problems with that, sir? Perhaps something that we should be made aware of?"

Glancing back over his shoulder, the man's smile fades as he answers.

"Captain Ghini is scared and that is why she sent for outsiders to come in and deal with this. Captain Fletcher would have mustered the militia and rode out to run down all the wolves within ten miles of the camp, but our good Captain Ghini's first act was to ride in from Daggerford and tell everyone in town it was too big a problem for us to handle."

Shrugging his shoulders as he straightened up, his smile returned just as quickly as it left.

"How about I get you all a drink, for the duty you are doing for us all?"

 

[industrygothica]

Glancing back over his shoulder, the man's smile fades as he answers.

"Captain Ghini is scared and that is why she sent for outsiders to come in and deal with this. Captain Fletcher would have mustered the militia and rode out to run down all the wolves within ten miles of the camp, but our good Captain Ghini's first act was to ride in from Daggerford and tell everyone in town it was too big a problem for us to handle."

Shrugging his shoulders as he straightened up, his smile returned just as quickly as it left.

"How about I get you all a drink, for the duty you are doing for us all?"

"A drink sounds wonderful, thank you."

As the man goes to make the drink, Riley speaks to the others. "Seems the town may be a little resentful of their Captain. I wonder why he says it like that? Perhaps we'll find out when we meet her. I just hope the resentment is not forwarded onto us.

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion thought of an entire merchant caravan being wiped out by a few hungry wolves and shook his head, whether in disgust or condolence he couldn't decide. Maybe the man was just trying to scare him off. A little town like this out in the middle of nowhere was sure to be full of xenophobes and people that didn't want their way of living threatened by progress.
"Waterdeep, you say? A soft people," he said. "I'd take two Luskan mercenaries over an entire guard out of Waterdeep any day."
He let it end at that. He didn't want to sound boastful, just confident.
"What were they like, do you know? Have you seen them about today? Perhaps we can all work together to achieve our goal..." He tried to sound inquisitive without sounding too forward. They could be spies for the Guild afterall.

[sblock=OOC]Gather Information +5[/sblock]

 

[Majin]

Shadowleaf stands nearby, taking in every word of his companions and the man they are talking to, eyes darting occasionally about the room, as if expecting an ambush; a normal paranoid response from the scarred elf.

 

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"What were they like, do you know? Have you seen them about today? Perhaps we can all work together to achieve our goal...".

"They seemed confident enough and looked like they knew how to use their bows, or said they could at the bar. I didn't see them this morning when they left out, so I can't be certain of much more than just what I saw. I hope you guys can get this done, gods know the quicker the better."

 

[hero4hire]

Ulrich dove into the stew hungrily, after his third bowl his hunger was abated.

He kept his ears open, but added little to the conversation other then the occasional burp.

OOC: Just letting you know I am still watching, just have little to say about the other hunters.

 

[industrygothica]

"Sven did plan on returning today with the captain, correct?" Riley asks the group. "Seems he's taking a while, and I just wanted to make sure that we were waiting here for a reason."

He leans into the table and whispers, so that only they can hear, "The stew isn't that good, afterall." He smiles, and then takes a large gulp from the offered drink.

 

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Sylvan Glade

Although the woman who opened the door to the inn did not wear any badge or symbol, it was obvious by the way the server's face went rigid for a moment that the town's marshal had arrived.

Dressed in well worn leathers, she approached you all with a purposeful stride and held an air of authority about her that was easy to recognize in a rural setting like Aulbesmil. Following behind her was a dog of mixed ancestory, but from its size it looked to be at least half mastiff or wolf hound.

"I am Captain Ghini Eagleye. I am told by Sven that while you may look like little more than merchant guards, you have already encountered some of our wolves. I was also informed there was five of you..."