Return of the Slavelords, Part 2 - "Bright City, Dark Hearts"

[Blue_Genie]

Nadaria bet Meslahan, Bakluni Monk/Cleric

Nadaria turns towards Verrick, "We have not met, sir, although I have seen all of you before. You came to me in a vision many weeks ago. It was this vision that caused me to leave my homeland and travel out into the world. I believe this vision came from my Chained Lord, and that you will lead me to him." As she is saying this, her eyes fill with a gentle sadness. "This search is my burden, of course, but I would be greatly honored if you would allow me to join you. I have dealt with Orcs before, although I have never encountered what you call an Ogre Magi. Perhaps I could be of some assistance." She continues to stand next to you, eyes lowered out of respect.

OOC: I'd like to make a Knowledge (history) or Knowledge (geograpy) check (+9 and +7, respectively) to see what I know about the Gnarly, and particularly about Blackthorn.

 

[Karl Green]

[occ] Remember if you want to, you can make the rolls. Otherwise I can make them. For this I will make the rolls... just as a reminder...

Knowledge (history) 11 +9 =20
Knowledge (geograpy) 14 +7 =21

Nadaria has heard of it before. It is a place that is suppose to be cursed, by a daemon or somekind of fiend hundreds of years ago. It is to the north of Three Oaks, but you are not sure excately where. Within the last few years it is said that Orc's and other evil humanoids have been gathering there. They have raided a bit of late but not as much as one would expect if they are gathering in such great numbers...[/occ]

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Garynn Gnome Druid 4/Bard 2

Faith! yelps Garynn. Bless my soul I thought ye were a bundle o' furs and stray equipment. Says the gnome with a smile on his face.

In truth I was talking' to the humans na to you old son.The Gnome extends his hand as high as it will go to shake So tell me yir name and the tales of Clan Red Axe. I'll buy the first round.

As soon as the Badger hears "round" he wanders back over begging for sips of ale.

 

[Karl Green]

Three Oaks, The Brick and Briar Inn, night

A human sitting behind Wess speaks up. He is a middle age human male, with black but graying hair, and a powerful build. Smoking a pip he says "Iffin' yea are looking to stop these raids, I would suggest yea go to this Blackthrone. It not be a small area, and one could spend years searching out all the caves and hills the ritte the land. There is a local legend that say there is a holy Druidic site somewhere in the heart of the area, and that be why it was originally cursed, but no living being of good have ever been into the woods that I know of."

He stands, followed by most of men and women dressed similarly also start finishing up and ready to depart. "Iffin' yea need anything, you can stop by the Lord Mayor's home, and ask for me. I am Khilt Golless, the leader here." Looking down at the dwarf innkeeper he says "My thanks again for an excellent meal Master Grundersson"

The dwarf simply grumbles a 'by yer leave' as the group heads out.

 

[Scotley]

Verrick Human Rogue/Wizard

"Well friends what do you say. Shall we venture to Blackthorn in the morning?"

 

[Someone]

"That´s where all the bandits go, so..." says Norbac.

 

[johnsemlak]

Philo - Human Paladin

I agree with Norbec. That place seems to be the root of the danger.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Garynn walks over to Golless and asks, "Ifin it please ye Golless. I'll go with them as a guide through the Gnarly and Blackthorn. Bramble and I ain't afraid"

 

[Slippshade]

Braggi Grundersson (Lvl 6 Dwarf Fighter)

"Master Grundersson?!? If they only knew you like I do." calls a stout figure silouetted in the frame of the inn door. The dwarf's long blond hair, beard and mustache were elaborately braided. A broad grin across his craggy face. On his back were slung two large dwarven waraxes and on his hip a shortsword. He wore a beautifully crafted breastplate over green underpadding decorated with dwarven knotwork. Brown breeches were tucked into heavy soled black leather boots. The clothing was well made, but functional.

The dwarf strode across the barroom floor and engulfed the innkeeper in a warm embrace.

"Well brother where are these bandits that you need me to taking care of?"

 

[Karl Green]

Three Oaks, The Brick and Briar Inn, night

"Ark! Yer chockin' me yea big oaf?" cries the innkeeper. Once released he says "Well now, he look fine and dandy don't yea there brother. It seems yea came at the right night, luck for yea you always were. These here fine folk are planning to a look to fer these very scum on the morn. Are yea not now my lords? Well iffin' yea need another strong arm... to hall wood or chop down Orc's I guessin' he is pretty good in a fight..."

Looking back to the other dwarf he says "Yea look a bit skinny, yea eatin' right? Drinkin' enogh mead? Keera lass bring this big oaf here food and drink now afor he fads away to nothing before my eyes"

The young half-orc lass appears almost instantly from the back room with a bit bowl of stew and joint of meat "I suppose this one eats and drinks on the house, aye? You do look like his brother...sniff, sniff... and smell a bit like him to"

The innkeeper has to turn his head to hide his smile...