Shadows of Greyhawk Campaign

[maddmic]

At the request of his name, the dwarf places the tankard back onto the bar and wipes his mouth. "A thousand apologies my good man. I leave the clan behind and apparently my manners as well. The name's Brenbold. And my companion here, he's what you'd call a hedgehog. Aye, they look frail, but they're feisty little creatures when they want to be." As he eats the sweet bread, he stops mid-mouthfull. In typical dwarven fashion, he speaks with his mouth full. "Ah, I forgot about the dinner. Oh well, no sweet bread ever spoiled a dwarf's appetite."


OOC:
I'm guessing that he would've brought Brenbold and the hedgehog some sweet bread just as he did for the gnome? If not, then disregard the bread comments.

 

[Casar Couer De' Lion]

OOC: I want to arive late (fasionably of course) and also I want to do a Bardic Knowledge on Lady Dalkisandrea and to back that up a gather infromation from anyone I can talk to around the city

Bardic Knowlege------3 (thats a natural 1 for my 1st role, I think I forger her name)
Gather Information----- 22

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Now now Dennis. Gilda says to the toad That adorable hedge hog is not going to hurt you.
Howdy Brenbold. I'm Gilda. Are you a mage? It's not to common fer your people to be havin we beasties as pets. Gilda looks around at the assortment of strangers so far. Garl bless me but this looks to be a fun excursion. I wonder if it's true what they say about "Dwarven staying power". Gilda thinks to herself and smiles at Brenbold.

 

[ferretguy]

Finally....this must be the place....are all these human cities this confusing? Laverisian thinks to himself, recalling the disgusting displays of "civilisation" this city has to offer, beggers and theives in full view on the streets...all the signs and people yelling their wares...compleat anarchy!
Entering into the Tavern, Laverisian looks around the room thanking the gods that at least in here it is fairly quiet....(rolling a total of 8 on the spot check) (probably don't notice any of the others with that

To the Barkeep he goes.....My good Man....some wine would do me well...preferably Elven....and might you know when the Lady Dalisandrea would be arriving?

 

[maddmic]

Brenbold clears his throat and offers his hand to Gilda. "Pleased to meet you Gilda. You are correct that not many of us have pets. Then again not many of my kind are skilled in the arcane arts either." Returning her mile, he continues. "So, I would guess by your perceptivness, you too are one who is familiar with a bit of the arcane? " He places his hand palm up onto the bar near the hedgehog and waits for him to come over. Once the hedgehog is in his hand he begins to pet the creature while watching the others enter the tavern. Looking at Gilda again, he poses the question. "So what do you think we have to retrieve? How many people do you think she talked to?"

 

[Majin]

Damien's eyebrows shot up upon hearing the last thing the Dwarf said. "I'm one of them.", he said, raising his glass of wine in a mock toast. "As for what she wants us to retrieve I have no idea, but I assume it's some fancy knicknack or piece of jewelery of some kind that she's misplaced."

With a slight shrug Damien looks over his shoulder overhearing Laverisian's order. "Ah, if there is one wine better than Keoland's finest it would be a good Elvish one. Good fortune to your people. It is a testament to their fine culture." he extends his hand. "I am Prince Damien Strikeheart of Keoland, and you are good sir?"

 

[Creamsteak]

A vaguely balding dark haired man with a rather thin beard outlining his face like a christmas wreath stumbles into the doorway, solidly bruising his head on his way in. "These doors, you would figure they would have some give, since they are on hinges. Ai, what would this be, a bar? No no no, I can't have a drink, the spirits get to me. It'll ruin my mind, unclog my memory. Of course, maybe that's not a bad idea. Erm... maybe that's not a good idea... Oh my did I remember to pack some clothes? Oh my... thinking on too much, I should have borrowed a book from the library on the way, woulda been a better use of my time than this..."

Appearing, not only discoordinated but rather distraught, in some form of simple robe, what appears to be a stammering and slightly unkempt hamlet fool trips his way up into the room. "Does anyone here have a spare linen, I need to bandage my poor head. I have a platinum crown to spare for it, really... I'm serious. Money's not worth all that much to me... I'm not lying..." Holding himself upright on a wooden staff produced from somewhere under his dingy robes, for a brief second you can see that the dusty man is armed with a flask full of black ichor of some kind and a needle. He makes a cursory glance at the room itself (Spot: 12), and then tries to unhook a book hanging under his left arm on some form of rigged leather strap. "Oh I'm sorry. I was told to come here by an intelligent seeming woman. I won't be having anything to drink, and I know none of you want any of my company, so I'll just set myself down at a table if the owner won't throw me out for my appearance. I've been on the road a bit, and I'm not too attractive the way I'm dressed right now." Moving away from everyone with his back turned, under his cloak it appears he may have a hunchback. After sitting, however, it becomes apparent that he has a rather rounded off backpack from which he draws yet another book. Laying the two tomes on top of each other, the man begins to ponder the contents of the black and white bound tome. "My name is Cid, in case any of you were not too disturbed by me. I'm just a humble traveler... seeking to learn what there is to learn on the road..."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Dennis hops into Gilda's purse when Cid enters. Charmed I'm sure. she says to Brenbold. I have studied the Wizardly arts for many years. Now I'm on my own and wish to see the world Gilda looks around at the motely crew assembled and then takes a long look at Cid. She gives a Mischiveuos wink to Brenbold and hops off her stool and wanders over to Cid. Hello Cid. I'm Gilda. It would seem that Lady Moonshadow has chosen you as well. Please allow me and Brenbold to join you at your table. She waves Brenbold over to the humans table.

 

[ferretguy]

Looking over his shoulder at the gentleman extending his hand,Laverisian raises an eyebrow and extends his grasping it firmlyMy name good sir is Laverisian Quilian, and perhaps you could explain why a Prince would be here..as what I know of humans, royalty stick to themselves

 

[Majin]

Damien shook the Elf's hand and nodded, knowing this question might come up. "Good to meet you Lav. May I call you that? As for my heritage and being in a place like this, well, I'm more of a free spirit really. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be tied down ruling a kingdom for the rest of my days, so I left my homeland to see if theres anything better for me out here. Maybe I will find that becoming King is what I'm meant to do, or maybe not. If so I will return to my people, but that decision is a long way off my good elf." Damien sighed inwardly a bit at his plight and returned an interested gaze towards Lav. "I feel I must return the question. You look like you make your home in the wild. What has brought you to such a place yourself?"