Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Korbryn finds the company of Tragge and Haunor to be most pleasant, speaking about Dwarf heroes and ancient history of Dwarves lands kills an hour or so and few ales as well. When all are settled to leave, Korbryn receives a discount promise from Tragge "when ever you want to build a house around, call me, you'll get a good price lad"

The Gnomes are merchants from the lower lands of the Lortmills, trading copper pots and iron tools. They are heading to Dyvers and to the elf's and human woodmen's settlements of the Gnarly forest.

[sblock=Miltiades Knowledge]
Miltiades knows nothing about a Triad, what ever it is suppose to be. The master of all consumption is probably Tharizdun, the dark god have many names.
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[sblock=Lenuran Knowledge]
Lenuran knows that The Doomdreamers are a group of mad devoted worshipers of the black sun, they are so devoted to the free of the dark god that they will do anything for it.
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Third Starday, Coldeven. 15/3/600
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Sleeping till the late hours of the morning, you awake to the smell Ostler's peppered bread, Breakfast is served, boiled eggs, Fruits and cheese with fresh milk and beer. The Gnomes merchants left the town early, leaving the wenches to clean after them. Questin Himmble and Nierethi Poscurian are the only guests, thought the gnome's belongings are packed beside him, looks like he is ready to leave.

 

[s@squ@tch]

OOC: Seems like this would be a good time to sell some of the mundane party loot that we have acquired -- the non-magical weapons and armor, to be specific. I'd like to buy a crossbow of some sort for ranged support.

 

[Rhun]

Sleeping well through the night, with dreams of someday building a solid stonework house here in the quaint town and hunting rampaging dragons, Korbryn wakes early, but very well-rested. He spends near half of an hour stretching and excercising, and then summons the staff for a basin of hot water to wash and bathe. He then thoroughly cleans, oils and polishes his armor and weapons, with a thoroughness that only a dwarf could take.

Finally, the dwarf descends the stairs to the common room, and orders a hearty breakfast. Bread, boiled eggs, fruits and cheese; the dwarf partakes of it all, washing it down with hearty black stout.

 

[DEFCON 1]

Having eatn breakfast and heard what the others had learned, Ithiken shrugs then sighs. "Looks like we have a long road ahead of us, don't we?"

When it's brought up about selling off some of the treasure they've found, the young elf nods in agreement. "Probably a good plan. I can help out on that score. My eye's not that bad in stopping the scams." (Appraise +3)

 

[stonegod]

The Kid looks surly in the morning, the pain of loosing his horse still on his mind. He says little at breakfast, eating mechanically. He follows to get things sold, asking the weaponsmith about the make of the dagger he found, asks about making a dagger and mirror from a dragon's tooth and scale, and tries to find some suitable horseflesh to replace his old friend.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

A dagger from the dragon's tooth can be made, the best offer is 15 gold to curve such a weapon. Ooc This weapon will do 1d6 damage.

As for Korbryn dragon's hide, Joman, from the Old Trading Post will buy it from you for 130 gold. Naddy Tomanloft, the female gnome leatherworker and Lenuran's friend tells you that Joman can't be trusted.
She will make you boots and gloves for only 3 gold and will take the leftovers of the skin as the rest of the payment.


Forth Starday, Coldeven. 22/3/600

Finishing and closing deals with Spugnoir in his store and selling most of the loot in Joman's Old Trading Post, you meet again in the Welcome wench.
It's been a week since you returned from the moathouse, now it is a beginning of a new week, the Trapper's Rendezvous, a favored holiday of Rangers and woodmen around the Oeridian nation, celebrating in the woods and raising toasts to the forest gods, compete with bows and wrestling in rings dressed like forest animals. In the groove outside Hommlet such ring was built during the week.

Catching Elmo around the town, the constable smiles
Well done lads, well done … I myself proud to say that I caught Telna, thank to you we found out she is a spy, she is going to rot in the dungeons of Verbobonc, we escorted her the day after you found out her cover.
Then fat, red faced man smiles while rubbing his potbelly.
I heard you promised Burne to clean the Old ruined temple, once an evil place I cleaned myself.
He proudly taps his chest.
Now it is a putrid hole taken over by a bunch of Hobgolins.

 

[Voadam]

"Yes we had heard some hobgoblins have moved into the area. Do you know any more about them?"

 

[DEFCON 1]

"You'd think the hobgoblins would be able to find someplace better to move into. If I knew of a town that was cleaned out by ramapaging beasts in the past... I'd think twice about moving to that town. I don't care how nice that town might be." Ithiken says casually.

 

[s@squ@tch]

"You'd think the hobgoblins would be able to find someplace better to move into. If I knew of a town that was cleaned out by ramapaging beasts in the past... I'd think twice about moving to that town. I don't care how nice that town might be." Ithiken says casually.

Lenuran's ears pick up at the conversation transpiring between the town constable and the others.

"Nulb is a testiment that evil does not pay -- once a thriving, yet depraved, village, now it is a mere ghost town, since the original temple fell."

"Whereas, on the otherhand, Hommlet has thrived and grown so much in that time. Truly a sign for all at how good and righteousness are the true path."

 

[Rhun]

Naddy Tomanloft, the female gnome leatherworker and Lenuran's friend tells you that Joman can't be trusted. She will make you boots and gloves for only 3 gold and will take the leftovers of the skin as the rest of the payment.

Korbryn happily accepts Naddy's offer, leaving her the dragon hide and the 3 gold coins in payment.

I heard you promised Burne to clean the Old ruined temple, once an evil place I cleaned myself. He proudly taps his chest.
Now it is a putrid hole taken over by a bunch of Hobgolins.

"Do ye know 'ow many o' the foul goblies there are?" Korbryn asks the Constable. "T' would do us well t' know what we are gettin' into."