[PBP] Tholestia Chapter 1: Minotaur trouble and a failed ambush

[Ravellion]

"A slain companion. That makes sense. I apologise for my wariness, but we must be ever vigilant against evil. If you give me your name the church might be able to track you down and give you and your companions a reward for your trouble"

 

[Deepwinter 7]

I prefer to remain anonymous, we are easy enough to track as it is. Forgive me this rudeness, but if you want to contact us, ask for the name of Ilan Moonbow, the Elven Archer who is currently the figurehead of my group.

Since we are currently on a mission from which we plan to return via the same route, we will probably be back in this village in not too long a time. Maybe this will give you enough time to finish the duties that you must attend to.

 

[Sullaf]

"Si'o'ya finest ale'barkeep. I be bringin'some friends. Oi wa'happen'to tha bald fella? Wosshisname? Dee'blue'somin'. Oh well, he wi'ca'roun' soon 'nough. Lads, ye mi'wanna ren'a roo'ere. 'odgin'ere is grea'. The'be dri'in' ale a'day lon'!!"

Kheldev takes place in the corner of a booth and makes himself comfortable and waits for the rest to gather around the same table.

 

[Ilan]

I sit down at the table the dwarf is sitting at, looking curiously at the bard.

 

[Spellsword]

OOC//OOC

wulf :If my dear father and mother would know I was involved in hobgoblin corpses flying though the air.....

Welcome Mr. Bard and Mr. dwarf....I am wulf /OOC Read my story/OOC

Adressing the party:


I Hope you are all Ok with the items I wish to use....

Adressing diactum:

Diactum, since we have ample time now anyway......could I please learn from your great magical skills?

OOC/ Could I copy some spells?/OOC

 

[Sullaf]

"Wha'item'r'ya talkin' abou'? Say, befo'ya go runnin'of ta'learn, first be dri'in' a beer wi'ta' lads. Or a'lea'gimme ya name. I'no' very polite t'be ru'in' of whe'a dwarf buys ya a'ale!

Kheldev turns to the group in general "So, wher'be we go'in'? Wha'i'tha mission ye be do'in'? If we be trave'in' wi'ya we shou'a'lea'kno'tha' wo'ya agree?

 

[Ilan]

A little confused by the dwarf I look at him. "I'm sorry, my dwarven friend. But are you coming with us. I don't underst... Oh wait, you said you were a friend of Grimir. I know him very well actually. He taught me how to speak Dwarven. And if you can teach an Elf to speak Dwarven, you can pretty much achieve anything." And I start laughing.

"BARKEEP, SOME OF YOUR FINEST DRINKS FOR ME AND MY FRIENDS HERE. WE HAVE HAD A GOOD DAY, SO PUT IT ON MY TAB.

 

[Ravellion]

The inn is quite empty, the regulars are probably still sobering up and recovering from the festival. The bald, short, moustached barkeeper comes over with a tray, then asks:"Rooms for the night as well? I shall send one of the maids up to prepare the rooms. Good thing you came today, I couldn't have given you all a room during the festival." He takes your orders and when he comes back with the drinks and cheese he tries to make some small talk: "I am taking it you are here for the haunted forest?"

 

[Ilan]

"Haunted forest?? Tell me more about this forest. Is that where the ruin is??

 

[Ravellion]

"Ruin? I know nothing of a ruin. All I know is that that forest has been haunted for as long as I can remember. In fact I remember my grandfather telling me the exact same thing when I was young. Adventurers occasionally go down there. I don't know why or how, but some of them come back with some treasure. So you are not here for the forest then? I can't imagine what else people of your profession would want to do in Greenmill really. This is a pretty peaceful place."