Hunters Needed in the Western Heartlands (IC Thread)

[hippocrachus]

Albion recognized his mistake too late and slowly pulled his arm down out of the air. When Ulrich the Wanderer ambled over, introduced himself again, and produced a hand that could engulf Albion's face (at chest height for the half-elf), Albion reached up and shook it gingerly, hoping to have a fully functional hand when he got it back.
"Daryc Himdahl," Albion said loudly with a wide grin; the nature of the beast. "Merchant out of Luskan. Wolves as far as I can tell... We're all having a quiet talk about it over a drink; you're welcome to join us, if you like." Albion looked to Khondar and Riley to make sure it was alright with them.

 

[hero4hire]

Albion recognized his mistake too late and slowly pulled his arm down out of the air. When Ulrich the Wanderer ambled over, introduced himself again, and produced a hand that could engulf Albion's face (at chest height for the half-elf), Albion reached up and shook it gingerly, hoping to have a fully functional hand when he got it back.
"Daryc Himdahl," Albion said loudly with a wide grin; the nature of the beast. "Merchant out of Luskan. Wolves as far as I can tell... We're all having a quiet talk about it over a drink; you're welcome to join us, if you like." Albion looked to Khondar and Riley to make sure it was alright with them.

Ulrich gives Albion's hand a firm shake just shy of painful. "My thanks to ye." he replies and takes a seat. The chair groans in protest as the big man settles his weight down gingerly. I light cracking sound is heard as the chair strains to support the behemoth as he shifts his weight, but miraculously the chair holds.
Ulrich looks to those gathered at the table. "So, what be the converation about?"

 

[industrygothica]

"Be a long ways from Silverymoon, lad. What ye be doing here?"

"Adventuring!" Riley exclaims. "My plan is to see all that there is to see. I've read about them in excess, and now I want to experience the wonders of the world for myself." Riley takes a long drink from his rapidly emptying mug.

"Battlehammer you say?" Reiley is genuinely curious now. "Well now, there's a name I know well. Never met him personally, but the stories! And his dark elf companion has been known to visit Silverymoon more than once. A dark elf! Who would have known?"

As the huge man sits at the table Riley waives the barmaid over with another round. "Welcome, friend. At least, I hope I can call you friend. Lady of Mysteries be with me should I call you anything else."

 

[hero4hire]

As the huge man sits at the table Riley waives the barmaid over with another round. "Welcome, friend. At least, I hope I can call you friend. Lady of Mysteries be with me should I call you anything else."

Ulrich smiles "Have no fear. Any whose heart is true and leads a goodly life may call this humble servant of Ilmater friend."

He looks to the barmaid. "Though it be in Ilmater's tenets that suffering brings us closer to the great Martyr, I fear I cannot long bear this thirst that need quenching. Your most affordable beverage Milady...Please."

 

[xmanii]

"Aha!" Ulrich said with a broad smile. He strode up to the table. "Well met! I am Ulrich the Wanderer, Fist of Ilmater. What is it that we hunt?" he said with an outstretch paw.

Looking suspiciously at the hand, Khondar blows out some smoke, and says flatly, "I be Khondar, of the dwarves."


OOC:
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Me saying "of the dwarves" is considered an unfriendly greeting.... you must have giant blood in you, to be so tall, is Khondar's thinking. Should be some good role-playing between the giant and myself ahead.
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[hippocrachus]

Albion held a hand up to ward Ulrich off from ordering something cheap.
"I've got this round, gentlemen," he said and looked to the waitress from earlier to buy a mug for everyone. She winked at him when she came back and placed a drink in front of him and the others.
Keep the drink flowing... he thought to himself. Albion wasn't a wise man, but he knew how fast a dwarf could go from calm and colloquial to rowdy and rude when in a bad mood. It was better to just keep Khondar focused on a full mug of ale while the kid and the giant man conversed.

[sblock=OOC]Verbatim: I just want to make sure it's okay with you if I take advantage of my Mercantile Background feat in these kind of settings...[/sblock]

 

[xmanii]

"Adventuring!" Riley exclaims. "My plan is to see all that there is to see. I've read about them in excess, and now I want to experience the wonders of the world for myself." Riley takes a long drink from his rapidly emptying mug.

"Battlehammer you say?" Reiley is genuinely curious now. "Well now, there's a name I know well. Never met him personally, but the stories! And his dark elf companion has been known to visit Silverymoon more than once. A dark elf! Who would have known?"

As the huge man sits at the table Riley waives the barmaid over with another round. "Welcome, friend. At least, I hope I can call you friend. Lady of Mysteries be with me should I call you anything else."

OOC:
Ack, somehow I missed this. Sorry

"Aye, that Drizzt be a good one to have in a fight. See with me two own eyes take out two giants," Khondar says with admiration.

 

[Majin]

Shadowleaf watched silently as the man with the blue glasses walked away. In need of hunters then, were they? His coin pouch was getting a little on the light side. He watched as well as Sven skittered away without as much as a look back in his direction. Seemingly everyone that was interested in this hunting job was congregating inside. He decided to investigate further, storing his mount nearby, he gathered his cloak about him and went inside.

 

[industrygothica]

"Aye, that Drizzt be a good one to have in a fight. See with me two own eyes take out two giants," Khondar says with admiration.

"Impressive indeed," Riley says. He opens his mouth to continue but the words are lost as he sees the strange pink-eyed man come through the door.

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion glanced over at Riley when he seemed to stop speaking midsentence. The rogue did a slow motion double-take when he noticed the cloaked figure entering the commonroom and stared in apprehensive silence, lost in deja vu.

~ ~ ~

"The Watch found Old Man Greystone murdered in his sleep and they're looking for you, Albion," Daryc Himdahl warned his childhood, underworld companion. "You need to get out of Amn; they're taking this pretty seriously..."
Albion grimaced into his drink and shook his friend's comforting hand off of his shoulder.
"I didn't do it."
"I know you didn't, Albion, but they think you did, and with your reputation..." Daryc hardened his features; if his friend wanted to be so stubborn, he needed a swift kick to get him moving. "Old Man Greystone was respected in the community and everyone that knew him and know what you are pitied him for having such a uncouth son tarnishing his good name. Don't think for one minute that those people won't blame you. And everyone will believe it. Get out of Amn, Albion. Any chance you had of getting in the Guild is blown. You can't survive here anymore."
Albion glanced over at his friend with a stoic smirk. He only barely noticed the hooded figure enter the commonroom.
"Look, I've got a little coin I can give you to help you on your way. You can't go back to the shop..." Daryc pulled out a leather pouch that jingled with the sound of money. "Take it."
"Are you working for them?" Albion asked. He suspected his friend had been a member of the Guild for some time.
"Take the coin and get out of Amn, Albion. The next time I see you... Just get out of here. Please."
The two childhood friends looked at each other, knowing their friendship was at an end. Albion watched over Daryc's shoulder as the hooded figure pulled out a hand crossbow and pointed it at him. Something inside of the half-elf clicked as the trigger was pulled. Albion grabbed his friend by the arms in a sudden burst of anger at being betrayed.
"You won't see me!" he yelled, as the bolt slammed into Daryc's back. Albion pushed his friend's dying body at the would-be assassin and made a break for it. He still managed to grab the leather coin pouch before leaving his friend for dead.

~ ~ ~

Albion narrowed his eyes and put his hands under the table. He slid his dagger out of its concealed sheath in his pants and slipped it into his longshirt sleeve with the pommel in his palm.
"Looks like your friend was more interested than you thought," Albion said calmly to Riley.