Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm

[Gregor]

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Druid's Home

The conversation between the Eagle and Hrimr continues.

[sblock="Eagle"]Bah. I care not about what you seek. I want my friend back and that cannot be. You want his treasures, then you can follow those beasts back into the swamps - they killed him and took his things. Leave me alone with my friend. [/sblock]

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio's gaze follows the eagle and the druid as they "speak"... "Any luck Hrimr? These little fs are definitely Goblins. Mean little things, dumb as sh@t, but nasty in numbers... not sure what the big thing is though. If that is the druid he may have just been the unlucky recipient of a Goblin raid from the swamp... the club is still smoldering, we may be able to catch the survivors before they make it back to their lair..."

 

[The Bashar]

Hrimr sighs and looks to the Eagle.

[sblock="Eagle"] "I am sorry for your loss. We will leave you in peace. If you need any help come and find me. We will likely find these beasts and punish them for what they've done"[/sblock]

"Don't take anything. The bird thinks we are thieves picking through the remains of his masters home. It mourns the loss of its master and friend. It wants us to leave. It said the beasts that did this took his treasures and headed back into the swamp. It's likely that they took the decanter. I will have a look outside to see if I can track them."

Hrimr gives the bird a slight bow and heads out of the home. He begins to look at the ground to see if he can find the tracks of the goblins.

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio calls to Hrimr as he leaves the home "Wait! We will leave it be and not take anything from its master, but ask it if it would be willing to at least fly ahead of us and see if it can find the goblin party that did this. We can't help its dead friend, but we may be able to give it some form of closure through vengeance no??"

 

[The Bashar]

Hrimr speaks over his shoulder as he walks out.

"I told him we will hunt down these beasts and punish them for what they've done. I told him to come with us if he wants. It's out of my hands, I will not pressure the bird anymore. It has been through enough already."

 

[Adjuntive]

Hrimr speaks over his shoulder as he walks out.

"I told him we will hunt down these beasts and punish them for what they've done. I told him to come with us if he wants. It's out of my hands, I will not pressure the bird anymore. It has been through enough already."

"Been through enough?" mutters Alric to himself with a smile. "Methinks it hasn't been through enough until it's been potted and braised in Sindairish brandy and Ragesian fire spice... tis just a bird."

 

[The Bashar]

"Been through enough?" mutters Alric to himself with a smile. "Methinks it hasn't been through enough until it's been potted and braised in Sindairish brandy and Ragesian fire spice... tis just a bird."

At the threshold of the Druid's house Hrimr stops and turns around slowly. With a look of disbelief and disgust he gazes at Alric.

"Alric. What do you know? You know nothing. A druid and an animal companion have a strong bond. They feel each other's presence constantly. With a mere thought they can share experiences and emotion. Alric, imagine watching your friend die. Now imagine watching and FEELING YOUR FRIEND DIE. KNOWING THE PAIN HE WENT THROUGH JUST BEFORE HE BREATHED HIS LAST BREATH....and then nothing. Gone. Gone. Gone forever. That's what the mere bird went through. Now leave it to mourn and leave me to track the vile creatures that did this."

With that Hrimr steps out and continues his attempt to find tracks and discern where they are going.

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio smiles at Hrimr's words, honestly a little impressed at his passion "alright you lot, let's away from this place and find the little cu@ts that did this. Let us hope our unfortunate friend finished his task before his unfortunate demise..." with that Kirio follows Hrimr out the door, bow at the ready, sparing a sad smile for the black eagle standing watch over its dead friend...

 

[fromage67]

Reece levels his gaze at Lars and ponders his next words. He picks up the gold piece, looks it over and throws it back down onto the table. "Fine...'Romeo,'" he says, dropping the act and speaking in a more leveled tone and with better pronunciation, "supposing I were to know something about something or someone, what makes you think I'm going to tell you any details for one gold piece. I don't know you half as far as I can spit you, and I can spit fifteen feet off the docks into an oncoming wind, so that makes you unpredictable and a risk. On one hand maybe you're good to your word and you burn this here place down if I don't help you out, but on the other hand, maybe I play all nice with you now but then send a few fellas who have no qualms about cutting throats on your tail. So," he takes a seat, "how about I hear your real name and you put a fair amount of gold onto the table and we'll have us a real conversation."

Lars shrugs and says, "My name really is, ummm, Romeo. That Barburner bit, aahh, I admit, ummm, that was maybe not my real, ah, name."

Lars rocks back on his chair and continues fidgeting with his knife, and cleaning his impeccable fingernails. "So why, ummm, do you want, ah, more money? I'm, ummm, a traveller from, ummm, Gatepass. I used to, ummm, work there before, ahh, the orcs started to make things, ummm, unpleasant. So now, ahh, I am, ummm, looking for more, ah, work. Simple. I heard, ummm, a little birdy, ah, say that I should, umm, look up, ah, Cernaban and, ummm, Makung, at the Bronze, ah, Trident. You, ah, one of them? Maybe you have, umm, some work for me. Eh? If I, umm work well. Maybe, ah, I start to get, umm, trusted here in, ah, Seaquen."

 

[Gregor]

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Druid's Home

Hrimr, you spend a few minutes examining the tracks and are quite certain that there are about 30 or so different sets that travel in the direction of the druid's home - all small humanoid prints save for one very large set. In the opposite direction, and slightly fresher are about 15 sets that head off back into the swamps. You follow these quite easily on the beach until they lead up and over a crest and into the morass of ponds, mud, foliage and toppled trees that make up the swamp. You can probably still follow the tracks, but given the change in terrain, you'll need to spend more time attempting to locate the new path.

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Bronze Trident

A grin curls up Reece's mouth and his eyes narrow. "Right ... Romeo. I don't think you're a very good liar, but I'll tell you what, I will let you keep that alias because you would be a fool if you gave me your real name anyway." He folds his hands together and puts them on the table in front of him while he continues to speak. "You want to work in this town, then you start working with me. You'll be giving me 100 pieces of gold, or a service in kind, if you even want this conversation to continue. Plus, if you're working for the city or that dwarven turd of a Magistrate, Lorb Votberd, then I have a link back to you. It would be very easy to hire a spell caster to do that for me, you know, what with thousands of them shivering in the refugee camps and looking for a bit of gold to change their fortunes." He sits back and lets that sink in with a creepy grin. Then he leans forward and speaks again. "Now, those two names you keep saying, I don't know them. Got it? Neither do you. You keep saying them anywhere near this establishment and I'll have you chopped up into chum and given to the fisherman for use in hunting sharks in the Bay. I hope we're crystal clear on this Romeo, because I hate turning people into chum. Sure it was exciting the first ten or fifteen times, but after a while it really gets to you. The smell mostly. So, why don't you start with your payment for the privilege of having me even consider discussing my business with you, or you pack up and get out of here with lips so tight from even coming here that you're forced to drink ale from your ears."