Shattered Sea Chronicles, Book I: Festival of the Dead

[Fenris]

Broderick spends a good bit of time not only cleaning up himself, but his weapons. Dirt, soot and soil he could stand, heck even bllod, his own or his enemies, but this unnatural gore was sickening and a hot bath was in order.

Likewise his axe and shield needed tending as only a smith would. Carefully and lovingly, the gore was wiped off, the shine repolished and the nicks tajen out of his axe and a keen edge restored to it.

Broderick then headed downstairs. He needed to get to the ale and stew before Redbeard got to it all.

Several bowls of stew and a trio of tanards latter, Broderick felt better.

"Ah, that hit the spot. A good bit of ale'll put the fight back into ya. Once old Olephas gets these bruises finished up I got a door to deal wit." says Broderick fingering the edge on his axe.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Redbeard

Redbeard finishes his stew, wipes his face on his sleeve, and grabs another piece of bread. With a mouthful of bread, he says, "So Pauly, what be your real story? Ye magic be strange, it not be the magic of the Balance or of Larren's Entropy." Redbeard raises his ale towards his companions, "Good fight, me new friends, what be our plan for the morrow?"

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

May 2, 1106CR, Afternoon/Evening
Granite Badger, Stonegate

Redbeard doesn't clean up much, the blood wasn't is own, plus he really didn't care. After watching Olephas tend to his friends' wounds he says to his mentor, while chewing on a piece of bread, "I be sorry master, but I be thinkin' that Polly not be fit for fightin'. Do ye know where I be findin' a pup?"
"We be havin' a bit o' loot to sell as well. Do ye know where there be one that would be rememberin' our deeds? Perhaps a friend of yers from yer days of adventurin'?"

Olephas looks up, from where he is finishing up with Broderick's head injury, and smiles. "Well, Morris is the man to deal with your booty. He has the connections, always did, as I recall. Your bird certainly isn't the best companion for fighting in the down-below...as far as a pup, if you want one quickly, then you'll either want to see one of the menageries out in the festival ground, or talk to the Thane's Master of Hounds. He is a Brother of the Oak, so he may be willing to help you. I can go see, while you rest up, and say goodbye to brave Polly, if that's what you want to do."

[sblock=Jillian]As night falls, Jillian approaches the Granite Badger, intent on meeting her contact, who keeps a table there, most nights. She suspects that Greem has some connection with Morris, the owner of the Badger, but if so, it's been kept quiet enough that she's never had any real proof of it. Greem is there when she arrives, and welcomes her with his usual somewhat greasy smile. "Hello there, Jillian. I'm afraid we've had a slight change of plans." Before she can really react to that, a man takes a seat beside her. It's rather odd, since the man makes no appearance of moving in a hurry, but nonetheless he is seated before she can move. He doesn't look especially prepossessing, or dangerous, dressed like a mildly prosperous merchant. In fact, he looks like somebody's kindly uncle. "Good evening, Mistress Wolfrunner. My name is Haversham. Greem here says that you are quite the talent, in your line of work. Unfortunately, he is going to be out of circulation for a time." Greem looks a bit nervous, even sheepish at that, but says nothing. Haversham continues, his voice remaining quite mild, without any hint of threat in it. "Since your buyer won't be available to purchase your goods, I'd like to offer you the opportunity to both avoid joining him in the gaol, and to serve the Crown of Avonleigh, in a small matter. In fact, you'll have a bit of coin to jingle about, should you agree."[/sblock]

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian Wolfrunner : Female Elf Rogue 2

[sblock=Blarkon Dragonslayer]Her first instint is to run. But she thinks better of it and listens to the proposal. Figuring it is either join Haversham or join Greem, she decides for Haversham. "I suppose I have little choice in the matter. I would be happy to serve the Crown of Avonleigh." This last bit is spoken through gritted teeth. "What is it the Crown wishes of me?"[/sblock]

 

[Blarkon Dragonslayer]

[sblock=Jillian]"You may find that you gain more in the way of excitement and coin then you have been lifting baubles in the High Street, Mistress Wolfrunner." Haversham produces a piece of paper, and slides it across the table to her. "This is a royal warrant, providing that you will be paid two hundred gold crowns, as well as allowing you the right to any items you may acquire in the course of your service, free of taxation. As it happens, there are already adventurers involved in this matter, which has proven to be a complex and dangerous affair. No doubt you've heard of the recent disturbances here and there in the city, involving the walking dead? They are working to end the situation. And they are doing well, but they could use a person of your unique talents." He gestures over to the table where Redbeard, the nameless one, and Broderick are seated. "Why don't you go over and introduce yourself? Oh, and do try to convince Redbeard to bathe. I can smell him from here."[/sblock]

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian Wolfrunner : Female Elf Rogue 2

[sblock=Blarkon Dragonslayer]Jillian grabs the document and reads through it carefully. Once she is convinced of its authenticity, she places it into her pouch. Then she glances over at the indicated people. She nods dutifully. "As you wish. I'll see what I can do." She gets up and moves toward them. She isn't very confident in her persuation skills, but she'll anything once.[/sblock]

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian Wolfrunner : Female Elf Rogue 2

Jillian moves from a nearby table to the one where Redbeard, the nameless one, and Broderick are seated. She nods to each individually and then addresses the group. "Good day. I am Jillian Wolfrunner. I have been requested to join your group in the removal of the walking dead." She glances back at Haversham before continuing. "Apparently my skills of stealth and sleight of hand could be of use to your group."

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Namless Psion (Pauly?)

He offers the nomadic worshiper a warm smile in response to his question and says, “I wish I knew honestly.” He shrugs is shoulders as he enjoys his food and his company. “I have no memory of my life prior to four seasons ago. Not even my true name. Though I do find the whole name creating process fascinating. It tis the reason I wait for new friends to create a nick-name for me." He takes another stab at his dinner before rambling on. "My Masters say that my memory lose have happened during my Reverence Ritual.”

Oh how marvelous! An Elf and she’s a thief too! Or should I call them Rogues? Maybe Equal Opportunists would be a better title? I hope I do not slip up and insult her profession. I very much like my back intact. He gives the Elven female a large smile and welcomes her to the table. “Join us.”

 

[Guest 11456]

Jillian Wolfrunner : Female Elf Rogue 2

Jillian hesitates for a moment, but then decides that if she is to work with these people she will need to associate with them. She grabs a chair and sits. She does her best not to wrinkle her nose too much when she gets a good whiff of Redbeard's smell. "Perhaps you could fill me in on what you have done so far and what your plans are next."

 

[Imerak]

Larren looks Jillian up and down a bit, before smiling at her warmly. "Well then, welcome to the group! Always nice to have another ne'er-do-well around." He chuckles. "The gist of it is that we went down under the city, found a bunch of undead, found that there were some dark clerics or something similarly bad making them. Today we're going to go in and hope they haven't made a lot more zombies, so that we can go farther and find out what's going on."