(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn V

[Gurdjieff]

"Hey, em, Charlan it was?" Irene jumps up from her chair, and walks over to the message board. "I'm thinking of joining the hunt for those Gobs, and I hope Nurlan will join me as well. Or should I change that 'me' into 'us'?"
Irene winks, turns around and walks back to the bar to get a refill of her empty glass.

 

[Steve Jung]

"Hey, em, Charlan it was?" Irene jumps up from her chair, and walks over to the message board. "I'm thinking of joining the hunt for those Gobs, and I hope Nurlan will join me as well. Or should I change that 'me' into 'us'?"
Irene winks, turns around and walks back to the bar to get a refill of her empty glass.

Charlarn replies, "Well met, Irene. It's Charlarn, actually. Who is Nurlan? Is he also a halfling?"

/snip/
"Hmm. I dont know, do you think I would be any good at all that outdoors stuff? I'd like to help especially because the travel might lead to a new source for books and well any payment would certainly help fund such expenses. Still I haven't much set foot outside Orussus"

"Well, you won't know until you try. And travel could lead to you writing your own books."

 

[Gurdjieff]

"Ah, sorry Charlarn, my bad. Nurlan's the talented singer over there." Irene points to Nurlan at the table where she was sitting before. "Don't think he's a halfling though."

 

[Kahuna Burger]

Charlarn ambles over to the messageboard. "Has anyone else seen this call for help? If these creatures are interfering with safe travel in this region, I cannot ignore it. Will you join me?"

Kirin shakes her head slightly and settles back in her chair to watch the group take shape. If Charlarn seems to have any particular interest in her reaction she will say quietly (trying not to make a speach of it) "If there was a group of travelers who wanted my protection, I could fight their threats without hesitation and reap whatever reward was offered, or none... but to go out 'hunting' for fellow mortals and be reimbursed for their ears based on species and affiliation with a tribe, rather than their actions as individuals? It is not a mission I can embark on, though I see the argument for it being done..."

 

[Steve Jung]

Kirin shakes her head slightly and settles back in her chair to watch the group take shape. If Charlarn seems to have any particular interest in her reaction she will say quietly (trying not to make a speach of it) "If there was a group of travelers who wanted my protection, I could fight their threats without hesitation and reap whatever reward was offered, or none... but to go out 'hunting' for fellow mortals and be reimbursed for their ears based on species and affiliation with a tribe, rather than their actions as individuals? It is not a mission I can embark on, though I see the argument for it being done..."

"Perhaps we can persuade the authorities into accepting a halt to the attacks, without having to resorting to hunting."

 

[Steve Jung]

"Ah, sorry Charlarn, my bad. Nurlan's the talented singer over there." Irene points to Nurlan at the table where she was sitting before. "Don't think he's a halfling though."

"That's OK." Charlarn turns to the bard, "Well met Nurlan."

 

[orsal]

Nurlan chuckles at the thought of being mistaken for a halfling; at six feet and 200 pounds, that doesn't happen often. He ponders Kirin's words:

"If there was a group of travelers who wanted my protection, I could fight their threats without hesitation and reap whatever reward was offered, or none... but to go out 'hunting' for fellow mortals and be reimbursed for their ears based on species and affiliation with a tribe, rather than their actions as individuals? It is not a mission I can embark on, though I see the argument for it being done..."

The gnome speaks wisely, he considers. Still, these goblins are brutal. If they are in fact ravaging the land, then this is a job of protecting the weak -- surely a heroic one! He starts to think of songs about outsiders who slay giants, dragons, trolls, armies of kobolds -- just about every folksong culture he's come in contact with has a few such ballads, and the main character is always a hero.

Those thoughts, however, clash with images of children -- goblin children, just like any other -- sitting in rapt attention as he sings and Shkarna plays his horn. Surely Jebli are ultimately no different than others. They appreciate the same beautiful things as humans and the other races he's sung for! Kirin's comments reinforce this thought.

After some deliberation, he speaks up, hoping to draw out the discussion a little more. "I understand your sentiments", he says to Kirin, "but is it likely that the king would be offering such a bounty if the goblins were not already kidnaping and slaughtering peaceful citizens? And if so, then to decline to stop them would surely be to condemn more innocent folk to their death."

 

[Kahuna Burger]

After some deliberation, he speaks up, hoping to draw out the discussion a little more. "I understand your sentiments", he says to Kirin, "but is it likely that the king would be offering such a bounty if the goblins were not already kidnaping and slaughtering peaceful citizens? And if so, then to decline to stop them would surely be to condemn more innocent folk to their death."

"Please do not misunderstand," Kirin says, still quietly, "I understand, as I said, the reasons a kingdom would place such a bounty, what would drive them to such an action, and I do not condemn those who would accept this job, seeing the greater harm the tribe is doing in its entirety." She pauses and looks somewhat sterner. "But neither will I feel obligated to break with my own code to prevent this particular greater harm. There are many people in this world dying right now who I could help if I had gone to them when I first heard of their plight, and many more who would still die as I threw away my small life on them. I am here looking for those I can help, and I'm sure I will find a calling here before you have finished this one if you choose to take it. I condemn no one except perhaps in my mind a king who can think of no more fine tuned a way of identifying his enemies than the clan mark on their ears."

She shakes her head and rises. "Nural, I am not a woman of words, and I would not seek to be your advisor even if I had the skill. I learned in my last crusade that it is better to know from the begining that all have the same goals than to try to bend anyone to mine. If what you have heard of this tribe drives you to action, take it! And come back safe and proud of those you have saved, and tell me a rightly heroic story, because I feel even on brief meeting that you would not take this bounty as an excuse to attack those who do not threaten others. But my beliefs hold me to another standard, and I must wait for another calling. Hopefully it will come soon, but in the meantime I'll rest from my journey here. I'm going to take Cirus out for his constitutional now, and I hope I haven't thrown doubt on anyone's decisions. One of the things Mortalist believe in very strongly is the right of others to hold to their own codes of conduct."

 

[Erekose13]

Tenebrynn considers Charlarn's point for a moment, relishing the thought of writing his own book. Certainly an adventure such as this would warrant a tale set down in words the likes of which he has read many times. "I accept, I will join you my friend. Now where too?" he says, finishing the last of his glass of wine.

 

[orsal]

"Please do not misunderstand," Kirin says, still quietly, "I understand, as I said, the reasons a kingdom would place such a bounty, what would drive them to such an action, and I do not condemn those who would accept this job, seeing the greater harm the tribe is doing in its entirety." She pauses and looks somewhat sterner. "But neither will I feel obligated to break with my own code to prevent this particular greater harm. There are many people in this world dying right now who I could help if I had gone to them when I first heard of their plight, and many more who would still die as I threw away my small life on them. I am here looking for those I can help, and I'm sure I will find a calling here before you have finished this one if you choose to take it. I condemn no one except perhaps in my mind a king who can think of no more fine tuned a way of identifying his enemies than the clan mark on their ears."

She shakes her head and rises. "Nural, I am not a woman of words, and I would not seek to be your advisor even if I had the skill. I learned in my last crusade that it is better to know from the begining that all have the same goals than to try to bend anyone to mine. If what you have heard of this tribe drives you to action, take it! And come back safe and proud of those you have saved, and tell me a rightly heroic story, because I feel even on brief meeting that you would not take this bounty as an excuse to attack those who do not threaten others. But my beliefs hold me to another standard, and I must wait for another calling. Hopefully it will come soon, but in the meantime I'll rest from my journey here. I'm going to take Cirus out for his constitutional now, and I hope I haven't thrown doubt on anyone's decisions. One of the things Mortalist believe in very strongly is the right of others to hold to their own codes of conduct."

"My dear Kirin", replies Nurlan, "I certainly do not expect anybody to try to make up my mind for me; rest assured of that. I do welcome your advice, because you strike me as quite wise and considerate, and your reasons for turning down the job do seem quite reasonable. But in the end I am confident that I can make up my own mind.

"I have never been one for codes of conduct. Perhaps that just means that I do not fully understand my own reasons for doing what I do; however, I can usually feel in my heart the right thing to do. Tomorrow I shall join the rest of you to travel to the location on the notice and learn more about the job. I suppose I will see most of you there. Although, if we are to get an early start tomorrow, a good night's sleep would be in order."

Nurlan then goes to the bar and asks Joe about a room to spend the night. After making the arrangements, he returns to his newfound friends and sings,

"Good night my friends
The day is through
The time is come to rest
Tomorrow may have in store
Adventures, surprises, and more
But first we all must sleep"
(OOC: Perform (song) check 4+7=11. He must be tired. If anybody has a comment directed at him, a few more rounds of dialogue will be in order before he goes upstairs. Tomorrow he'll show up in the adventure thread.)