Storms of Change, Part 2

[GPEKO]

Bert

Filbert blushes a bit when Brenin mentions looking for people with great potential. Me ? Really ?

He's not sure he can trust Brenin Dharnan but the offer is intriguing. Besides, the temple leader had ask them to investigate the wilderness north. It seems like he could kill two birds with one stone.

"I'm interested but I have a few questions. First, is that mercenary band, Redbeard’s Band, the former rulers of Linace ? I'm not sure I'm following you. Second, do you have any idea if the keep is occupied ? By orcs or hobgobelins perhaps ? And finally, you said that warden Ricsten could provide us with some equipment ... What's his link to this whole affair ? He's a friend of yours ?"

 

[silentspace]

“Yes, Filbert Wateryfoot. Redbeard was the king of Linace. Stories of Redbeard’s Band have passed into local lore. You may have heard some stories yourselves. But few know that early in their careers they set up their own small kingdom, with Redbeard as king. About the keep itself, I know little. I don’t even know where it is, exactly. You will have to search the forest for it. Lord Ricsten was a trusted friend and servant of my brother, the late Duke Randal. His family has been in service to our family for centuries, and can be trusted to keep this mission, and our involvement, secret. As the Warden of Carodan, Ricsten will have a better idea than me of what you can expect to find in the area around the keep.”

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita Sparrow

"Very well. I accept your mission. I would have you know that I would function more effectively in your service if I could get some assistance copying some spells I have acquired. If this is something you can help me with, it would be greatly appreciated."

 

[Verbatim]

While something about the older man's words seemed fishy to Dunathar, the promise of twenty coins in his purse before he left the table stayed his tongue for the moment.

~Plenty of time to tell the others once they have parted ways with us...~

"Aye, I'm in as well, and it is good to know that you are open to sharing the "wealth" of things with us."

Having spoken his peace and settling things for the moment, Dunathar leans back in his seat and listens to the others talk shop around him. Keeping an eye on all three of the strangers while they talk.

 

[GPEKO]

Bert

"Alright, I'll accept to help you and investigate that keep. After all, it was the will of Fharlanghn that guided your hand when you send that message telling me to come to Carodan. But take note that while I accept to help you in this case, I'm not your 'agent', yet. I will not make any oaths or sign any contrats tying me to you or house Dharnan." He smiles after saying this proclamation. "Nothing personal, of course, it's just that a priest of Fharlanghn can't be bound to only one place or idea."

 

[mpickett81]

Adromon, human psychic warrior 1

Adromon reveals a subtle grin and looks across the table. "I've been searching for a means to test my abilities. Count me in."

 

[silentspace]

Brenin looks pleased that you’ve agreed. He seems a little disturbed by Bert’s statement, and looked like he's about to say something about it, but decides not to. He pulls out a small bag and you hear the soft clink of gold as he places it on the table. “Good, we’re agreed then. That’s 20 gp for each of you. Manzanita, I think Ricsten will be able to help you with your spells. Shall we head to the Warden now then?”

The sun is setting as you step outside the Slashing Sword and begin to make your way through Carodan. Rowyn had explored a little earlier, and had a good idea of Carodan’s layout and the location of the Warden’s house, but Mandar leads the group away from the main streets and through mostly deserted back alleys. As you turn a corner, Alyssa spots a figure hidden in the shadows. Seeing Alyssa spot him, the figure steps out from the shadows. Alyssa recognizes him as the young half-orc with the throwing knives from the Slashing Sword. [Alyssa's on a roll with the Spot checks!] Mandar nods at the half-orc, and follows him into a shadowy niche. Those without darkvision or low-light vision are momentarily blind. Those who can see see that you are led through an open secret doorway, which the half-orc closes behind you. A door in front of you opens, spilling light into the narrow stone corridor. Brenin speaks briefly with a guard, who lets you all through, into a stone hall.

This is the Warden’s home. It’s simply furnished, with most of the walls and floors being bare stone. The Warden is apparently not one for much pomp and circumstance. Mandar guides you down a hallway to a pair of large double doors.

Inside is a large stone chamber, sparsely decorated but still impressive. Sitting at a large table set with some food and drink is an imposing figure in a dark blue cape. This must be the Warden. He looks like a very calm, capable commander. Sitting next to him is an elderly gentleman in his sixties. They rise up when you enter.

“Hello Brenin. These are the people you spoke of? Greetings. I am Warden Ricsten, and this is my aide Kestilin. I understand you’re heading into the wilderness? I’ve offered to help, but I’m not sure what kind of help you need. Is there anything I can help you with? Anything you need?”

 

[Manzanita]

Manzanita Sparrow

Manzanita bows slightly. "Ah, yes sir. I am a wizard, and I was told you might be able to supply some materials for me to copy some new spells into my spellbook. These additional spells would make me a more useful companion in the wilderness."

 

[Verbatim]

Opening the bag, Dunathar quickly counts out the twenty gold coins that belong to him, and place them in his belt purse.

~That is more like it, the feel of a full purse on your hip, and the chance to make even more coming your way. The clan will think a right fine tale when I return to tell it to them...~

Standing up with the others, and following them to meet the "Warden", Dunathar waits until the elf had requested the materials to scribe the spells from the brigand's spellbook.

~Still just don't see why she just doesn't keep that blamed book as a spare...~

While the warden considered her request, Dunathar thought that perhaps something a little easier to come by might be located for him.

"I could use some bolts for me crossbow, as well as some rations for the road."

 

[Hurricain]

Devan asks how long before the group leaves, assuming he has the time he will ask Dunathar to go with him for so information.

"Dunathar, I'm going to the Warehouse district to find some information on someone I'm looking for, would you like to come with me?

If not Devan will still go, He will inform the party of his intentions. He will then go to the warehouse district and try and find the silient traders house.