Sebastian's Lost Vault of Tsazthar Rho - In Character Thread

[Voda Vosa]

"Well met big and bready friend, first of all, we are here for food, second of all, for food, and I think that the other reason was.... " the gnome looks to the others, like expecting some answer, and then goes on "Food"

 

[Mark Chance]

Behind the stout wooden bar, an equally stout man with thin hair and a full, black beard wipes out a tin cup. He calls out in a deep but friendly voice, "Well met, strangers. Come inside and have a rest. What brings you all to Hadler's Gap?"

"We follow Prince Reginald...for now," Academus replies, nodding toward Reginald. "We've also heard rumor of 'ogre problems' in the region. But, most immediately, we're here for food and drink." Academus smiles and gestures toward Trombin and Natty. "In particular, I wish to buy these two dinner and beverages, especially if it keeps whatever they were whispering about from happening."

 

[Jemal]

Prince Reginald smiles warmly at any who look his way, tsking disaprovingly at the gnome's antics, and winking at any attractive young woman who catch his eye.

When they enter the tavern, he greets the innkeeper with a courteous bow. "Prince Reginald of Flynn at your service, my good man.. And may I say it is a pleasure to be here in your..." He looks around appraisingly at the place, managing a sincere smile when his gaze returns "lovely establishment. As my companions have stated, we require some food, and perhaps lodging for the night." He pushes Academeus' money back into his hands. "I will pay for the food and rooms, do not accept any money from them for it!" He smiles and places a Platinum Crown(Platinum piece, worth 10 gp) in front of the Innkeep. "I'm not exactly sure of the local prices, but that should be a good start for some food and lodging, as well as some information. But first, the food, as some of my companions may decide to mutiny If we do not feed them soon.." He grins and winks conspiratorialy at the Innkeep.
Once they are seated and eating, Reginald questions the Innkeeper "As my esteemed colleague here stated earlier, we have heard rumours of trouble in this area, and from the looks of your townspeople, as well as something we overheard in the street, I'd wager something to do with Ogres.. perhaps you could fill us in on some details?"

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In case it matters/is needed, Diplomacy and Sense Motive are both +6.
what are local prices, btw? PHB?
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[omrob]

Natty stands beside Trombin and nods enthusiastically when he speaks. "Spoken like my cousin! and a true halfling at that, I didn't know gnomes were so educated." He'll keep an eye out for anyone being to rude that he can prank on.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I do not know the others, but you should expect ANYTHING from this gnome *chomp* " Trombin says, pointing at himself, as he ates a pice of meat. "I can tell you, Even I can't control my great and marvelous powers! *glup* " he continues as he swaloed.

 

[Sebastian O]

"Well met big and bready friend, first of all, we are here for food, second of all, for food, and I think that the other reason was.... " the gnome looks to the others, like expecting some answer, and then goes on "Food"

"Well, master gnome, food we have...and good food at that, if I may say so! I've a hearty stew on, and some cold mutton, sliced thin. Bread, fresh baked this morning, some fresh greens from the fields...and oh, yes, some wonderful, juicy apples. And, don't forget the beer! I have a most lovely, dark ale on tap. A bit of a specialty, as it were. Name's Pelter by the way...Mikal Pelter."

"We follow Prince Reginald...for now," Academus replies, nodding toward Reginald. "We've also heard rumor of 'ogre problems' in the region. But, most immediately, we're here for food and drink." Academus smiles and gestures toward Trombin and Natty. "In particular, I wish to buy these two dinner and beverages, especially if it keeps whatever they were whispering about from happening."

"Ah...heard about the troubles afoot, have you?" Pelter gives a wry shake of his head. "Probably ol' Min Harkness flappin' her gums, again. Give her half a moment, and you'll know the whole town's gossip like you're livin' it yourself. And, sure, you look like a pious man, but your coin'll spend as good as any sinner, I reckon!"

Prince Reginald smiles warmly at any who look his way, tsking disaprovingly at the gnome's antics, and winking at any attractive young woman who catch his eye.

When they enter the tavern, he greets the innkeeper with a courteous bow. "Prince Reginald of Flynn at your service, my good man.. And may I say it is a pleasure to be here in your..." He looks around appraisingly at the place, managing a sincere smile when his gaze returns "lovely establishment. As my companions have stated, we require some food, and perhaps lodging for the night." He pushes Academeus' money back into his hands. "I will pay for the food and rooms, do not accept any money from them for it!" He smiles and places a Platinum Crown(Platinum piece, worth 10 gp) in front of the Innkeep. "I'm not exactly sure of the local prices, but that should be a good start for some food and lodging, as well as some information. But first, the food, as some of my companions may decide to mutiny If we do not feed them soon.." He grins and winks conspiratorialy at the Innkeep.
Once they are seated and eating, Reginald questions the Innkeeper "As my esteemed colleague here stated earlier, we have heard rumours of trouble in this area, and from the looks of your townspeople, as well as something we overheard in the street, I'd wager something to do with Ogres.. perhaps you could fill us in on some details?"

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In case it matters/is needed, Diplomacy and Sense Motive are both +6.
what are local prices, btw? PHB?
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Pelter frowns skeptically. "Prince Reginald is it? Well, forgive me...um, sir...but this hardly looks like the entourage of a royal highness, does it now? Surely you don't expect me to believe you're really..." but then, Pelter's words trail off as he feels the weight of the platinum crown placed into his meaty hand. His eyes bulge out as he deftly whooshes the valuable coin into an apron pocket. "Then again, what do I know of royalty and such? You say you're a prince, you're a prince! Welcome to the Hadler's Gap Inn, Prince Reginald of Flynn!" Pelter bends awkwardly at the waist, in what seems to be a clumsy attempt at a bow. "I will be more than happy to share our little town's recent woes, but first, food and drink, yes? Fit for royalty..." Pelter begins to busy himself preparing meals and beverages at the party's request, scurrying around with surprising speed for one of his girth...it seems he has no other employees around at the moment, so he does everything himself. The party seats themselves at a table, availing themselves of Pelter's hospitality and service.

Natty stands beside Trombin and nods enthusiastically when he speaks. "Spoken like my cousin! and a true halfling at that, I didn't know gnomes were so educated." He'll keep an eye out for anyone being to rude that he can prank on.

To Natty's disappointment, the inn contains only Pelter and the two old men in the corner. Pretty slim pickings for pulling any pranks.
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After the party has had their fill of food and drink (and, indeed the food and beer are all surprisingly good), Pelter comes and seats himself at the table with the rest of the group. "By your leave, Prince Reginald, I'll tell the tale of our 'ogre problem' now. Not that I expect you and your men to adopt our humble town's problems as you own...but, seeing as you requeted the telling, I'll oblige." The innkeep retrieves a short clay pipe from his apron and lights a plug of aromatic tobacco before he continues. "I guess you might say we've had something of an ogre problem for a good long while now. There's this big brute name of Logbrag who lives up in the hills. Been hassling folks on the outskirts for what...close to three years now, wouldn't you say, Herm?"

One of the old men at the corner table nods slowly and drawls, "A-yep."

Pelter continues, "Right...so Logbrag runs roughshod over this gang of kobolds, and the lot of them were up to mischief from time to time. Carrying off livestock, breaking fences down, stealing what they could get their hands on. Sometimes, the big bully made more serious threats, but he's not been much of a fighter at heart...usually, he could just be bought off, trouble avoided. But, sometime in the last few weeks, something's changed. First, the kobolds all seem to have disappeared...no one's seen any of them. Worse, Logbrag's started murdering. It started with a couple of cows, a horse...but now, he's moved on to people. A couple traveling merchants, a woodsman who lived alone out on the edge of the hills. Killed brutally, in cold blood, and for no reason. Nobody knows what's changed old Logbrag, but he's getting bolder and more vicious, and those that have seen him said he looks different, too. His skin's darker, and someone said his eyes were glowing green, but I don't know if you can believe that. Anyway, after three years of mostly peaceful coexistence, Logbrag the bully has become Logbrag the killer. And nobody here in Hadler's Gap knows what to do about it." Pelter puffs at his pipe for a moment, and waits for the party members' replies.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Ill tell ya what to do!" says the gnome, wielding his fist in the air "Kill Him at onec! Poison his food, ambush the primate from a clift and fill his sorry ass with arrows! The only good Ogre are dead ones! Thats for sure!" shouts Trombin, absolutly out of his mind. The he seems to notice the great scandal he has produce "Well.. em.. sorry for tha shouting and all, its just sometinhg personal between Ogres and gnomes." the wizard says shamefully.

 

[Avalon®]

"Looks like your booze is too good to be true Mikal. I'm pretty sure he will be singin' the songs of his homeland in a couple of minutes." Pausing to consume some of the food, he turns to Trombin and continues speaking. "Save some of the booze for us will ya Trombin. We don't want Prince Reginald to spend more than what is needed just because you eat more than a whole battalion of dwarven gutbusters."

 

[omrob]

After hear the story about Logbrag, Natty stands up on the bench and proclaims, "The bigger they are the harder they fall!" Then with an approving look around the crowd adds, "Sounds like this ogres' eating something no good and thas turnin 'im all mean. Now of course the green apple splatters will make anyone mean..."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"My great Power requires huges amounts of food to keep it working, lad, I will not stop, I warn you" and then he grabs more bread and start eating again. "Now, tell ush more about the ogrrer" the gnome say to the innkeeper, with his moth full of food.
To netys comment: "I just love Apples!"