IG's SoW: Rescue at Rivenroar

[The Digger]

"It seems to me that the only reinforcements are those like ourselves who have gathered here," the halfling responded to Aliyas. "I cannot speak for the others but I have come to be of service to those who suffer. Of course, if that gives me a chance to smite down those who serve evil, then that is all the better."

He seemed to shiver slightly and his voice grew noticeably rougher as he mentioned ' those who serve evil', almost as if someone had walked over his grave - or more likely the grave of someone he valued.

He took a deep swallow of his ale. "My name is Peregrine by the way.

 

[garyh]

"Peregrine, my lad, I'm a little more about the smiting and a little less about the service," Brega tells the halfling, "but I think you and I have a lot in common."

Looking over to the patron who spoke up, Brega asked "So have ye been havin' trouble with goblins here? Anything you folks could use a hand with?"

 

[renau1g]

Looking at the other elf with a mix of empathy and sadness,"I'm afraid I have not seen the relic you're looking for, my own travels are rather local. It's a shame that such an item is in the hands of evil, perhaps this is why Corellon guided me here?" Illian wonders aloud.

He goes quiet for a moment and rubs his smooth chin, obviously thinking for a moment, and says "If my abilities will allow us to recover a relic of the Seladrine, then I will do whatever is within my poewr to assist you Lady Aliyas" with a fierce look of determination in his eyes.

 

[Shayuri]

Aliyas shrugs at Illian's words. "I am looking for clues," she says simply. "I have no reason to think it is here. If Corellon drew you here, it is likely for other reasons. I apologize for wasting your time."

She stands up and nods formally. "Sir Peregrine, Brega, Illian, thank you for your help. I wish you well on whatever ends you seek."

 

[The Digger]

"Please do not be so hasty, dear lady. Will you not join us in a glass? It may well be that you must search elsewhere for this bow but a short rest in pleasant company surely cannot hurt your quest. I would hope that your body and soul would be invigorated and your efforts will be renewed."

Peregrine waves to the bartender. "Another round if you please good sir."

 

[Steve Gorak]

A nondescript half elf approaches your table and says with a friendly smile "Relics, fighting globins, my, you seem like a lively group! Mind If I join you?"

Matter of factly, he pulls a chair and sits. He is arrying a wooden staff, and the only other weapon on his body is a dagger on his belt. He green cloak is of simple yet sturdy make, and he dons leather armor underneath.

 

[garyh]

"Aye, join us if our talk is the sort you're interested in," the dwarf responds to the newcomer. "The name's Brega."

"And, lass," Brega says to Aliyas, "there's no need to rush off. Sitting by yourself at another table won't bring you word of that bow any faster."

 

[Shayuri]

Aliyas stands where she is for a moment, a little embarrassed. The dwarf was...right. Where did she have to go now, but to her room? To wait until daybreak in solitude. What difference did it make to do that alone in her room, or down here with people?

Her delicate lips turn upwards a bit into a shy sliver of a smile and she sits down again...though is still perched on the edge of her seat as if she might jump up any moment.

"Well then...thank you. I'm afraid I'm not very merry company, but I appreciate the offer."

 

[garyh]

"Well, my clan name is Grimstone, and I've troubles of my own that sometimes cause me to live up to the name," Brega replies Aliyas, "but I find that good company and good ale can help shake such thoughts. I don't know if that'll be the case for you, lass, but it'd be a pleasure to help you find out."

With that, the Brega calls out to the barkeeper, having already finished the round Peregrine ordered, "Another round, if you'd be so kind!"

 

[industrygothica]

"No reinforcements yet," says the jolly human. "Been sent fer, I'd be guessin', but none here yet.

"Well yer certainly a thirsty one, aren't ye?" the barmaid teases Brega as she goes for more drinks. If she'd known that would be the last time she would laugh, she might have said something funnier.

The door to the Antler and Thistle exploded from its hinges as four hobgoblins burst through, their swords cutting down anything in their path. One of the humans at the table nearest was cut down before he could take his last swallow, and a fount of blood is erupting from the lively barmaid's mouth as she slides from the sword onto the floor by the fireplace. The drunk at the bar is wounded but still alive, and the other human near the front has managed to wedge himself under the table.

The three card-players in the back have taken up their chairs and are wielding them furiously in defense of their coin.

Initiative
25 Peregrine
17 Brega
15 Aliyas
9 Illian
8 hobgoblins
1 Elias
0 npcs