Leif's "Pomarj" Greyhawk Beta Game [AD&D 1E] [IC 01]

[steeldragons]

"Well, gentlemen? Shall we return to our search for fame and glory...ya know, n' fortune too. But mostly fame and glory.?

"I'm sure Amaya is more than capable of catching up with us en route...Or...

"You don't suppose something untoward may have befallen her? Should we, perhaps check with her mentor? Did she tell either of you where she was going to train?"

 

[Leif]

The tavern keeper here is typically nosy and long-eared. "Know somethin' 'bout that, I do," he says as he wipes out the inside of a mug, "A man hears things in this place, ya know..."

 

[steeldragons]

"Oh great!" Raggs smiles and tosses the barkeep a silver piece. "Wuttayaknow friend?"

 

[Leif]

"Now I heerd as how this warrior woman presented herself to the Wild Man of North Tor and asked to be trained in his martial ways. Most folks is too skeered of eem to talk to eem, but they say as how he took a shine to her, so's I'd start looken there if'n I was you."

OOC: Lynda Lawless is having connection troubles. She'll be here soon, we hope

 

[steeldragons]

Raggs crosses his thickly muscled forearms and grumbles from under a scowl, "Took a shine to her? We'll see who's shinin' on who when I'm through." Then, more audibly to the barkeep, "How's one get to this North Tor?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

"I've been tracking bandits about here. You suppose they may be on the same path as I?" Asks Simon.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Where is the young cleric?
Iono asks, being quiet most of the time. He leaves the talking to the ranger and the little thief friend... after all, the gods made them with two ears and one mouth. Talk less and listen more.

 

[Leif]

Voris "Ring" Ringersley, Cleric of Pelor/Celestian

A still, small voice comes from near Iono's elbow, "Ahem! Here I am, Magister Iono. And ready to go am I. Just give the word,"

 

[Scott DeWar]

"sneakier then Raggs" comments Simon.

 

[steeldragons]

*Hrumf* Grumbles the hairfoot. "'Nuther drink here!" he calls toward the bar.