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

[Manzanita]

Persephone

"I'm reluctant to discuss my past in much detail. There are those who may be pursuing me for fell purposes. I do know something of the kingdom of which you speak. I have, er, visited there in the capacities of my prior career..." She trails off and glances at Fridley, her owl, who rotates his head 360 degrees and clucks softly at her. "Personally, I must avoid Monemvassia and its environs for now, but I'm glad such an intrepid band such as yourselves is helping the people. I'm sure you will be rewarded hansomely when the proper King is restored."

 

[orsal]

"Personally, I must avoid Monemvassia and its environs for now, but I'm glad such an intrepid band such as yourselves is helping the people. I'm sure you will be rewarded hansomely when the proper King is restored."

"When the proper king is restored." Nurlan echoes Persephone's words with hesitation. "Our quest has grown to encompass larger objectives than when we set out, but so far it does not seem to entail the overthrow of the current ruler. But I cannot say where it will lead. Who knows what the future will bring?" He smiles as he speaks that last sentence; it is far the first time he has chosen particularly appropriate songs to sing.

"So I guess you will not be joining us. That is fine. I do, however, hope you will tell us more about the political problems. I get the feeling that such understanding might help us solve the mysteries facing us."

 

[Erekose13]

Tenebrynn shakes the hands of those offered. At the question of the library he replies, "Why I was working for the Orussus library here in this fine city up until a week ago. It's holdings are quite large, particularily the sections on the history of these environs. In truth though I have exhausted those texts pertaining to my own personal area of study and journey to seek more information. I must admit though that I find myself swept up by the intrigues that my companions and I have stumbled into and I look forward to solving the connundrums before us."

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

"Well, here's the deal." says Persephone chopping at the table with her hand. "There are three other people who could conceivably have a claim to the throne of Monemvassia. Julian is one, and is the right one for being the King, if you ask me. He's King Crassus' nephew. Also Julian has a younger brother Ajax, but he's not really the kingly type. Has no interest in politics. Could be used as a pawn by others I suppose, but he's bright, so I don't think so. They last one is Medius, Crassus' own son. He's even worse than Crassuss. But I wouldn't put any of these three in league with goblins or the theives guild, so I don't think any of them is relevent here."

 

[orsal]

"Well, here's the deal." says Persephone chopping at the table with her hand. "There are three other people who could conceivably have a claim to the throne of Monemvassia. Julian is one, and is the right one for being the King, if you ask me. He's King Crassus' nephew. Also Julian has a younger brother Ajax, but he's not really the kingly type. Has no interest in politics. Could be used as a pawn by others I suppose, but he's bright, so I don't think so. They last one is Medius, Crassus' own son. He's even worse than Crassuss. But I wouldn't put any of these three in league with goblins or the theives guild, so I don't think any of them is relevent here."

Nurlan nods. "Probably not. Still, it's nice to know. We may have found ourselves dealing with some powerful organizations, and it may be useful to understand their motives. If any of them is involved in political intrigue, it will help to understand the situation."

 

[Steve Jung]

Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 1

A brown-haired male human bearing a shield with the holy symbol of

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Phyrah

(Knowledge: Religion DC 10) strides through the front door. Nodding to Joe, he proclaims, "Greetings fellow travelers. I am Charlarn of Phyrah. My companions and I have recently come from Monemvassia. We need some help getting rid of some goblins that have... Oh. Nurlan, Tenebrynn, you got here quickly." The priest walks over to their table.

He grabs his hair. "I'm going to get this cut. Plus I need to stop by the temple. I'm just going to drop my pack off. See you in a bit." He goes over to Joe and asks for a room. He walks up to his room and comes down wearing cleric's vestments. Charlarn waves goodbye and strolls out the front door.

 

[orsal]

A brown-haired male human bearing a shield with the holy symbol of

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Phyrah

(Knowledge: Religion DC 10) strides through the front door. Nodding to Joe, he proclaims, "Greetings fellow travelers. I am Charlarn of Phyrah. My companions and I have recently come from Monemvassia. We need some help getting rid of some goblins that have... Oh. Nurlan, Tenebrynn, you got here quickly." The priest walks over to their table.

He grabs his hair. "I'm going to get this cut. Plus I need to stop by the temple. I'm just going to drop my pack off. See you in a bit." He goes over to Joe and asks for a room. He walks up to his room and comes down wearing cleric's vestments. Charlarn waves goodbye and strolls out the front door.

Nurlan looks surprised. "I haven't know him to be so abrupt," he says. "Anyway, if you join us, you'll come to Monemvassia with him, and me, and Tenebrynn, and a hobbit named Irene who has a magnificent talent for putting enemies to sleep in the middle of battle. She should be here later; we had all planned to meet here.

"Anyway, where was I? We went to Monemvassia to hunt goblins. We hadn't even gotten to the city gates when we ran across a group of them brutally beating a dwarf. We were too late to save the dwarf, but we killed three goblins and three hobgoblins, and took their wagon into town. We also met a young woman, she introduced herself as Jezebel, who was in their wagon. We took her for a prisoner, although we're not clear on that now. She wasn't everything she pretended to be, and we're not really sure what the story behind her is, but she's enemy number one. I'll get to that part.

"We went into town and had more problems at the city gate. A guard there recognized the wagon, insisted the driver owed him money, wouldn't accept that the driver was dead, and took offense when Irene talked back to him. He was ready to kill her, and he could have easily. He was big and nasty. We got saved by a merchant with influence who came by, name of Kim Tensil. It turns out he owned the wagon, and when we gave it back to him he was so impressed with our honesty he immediately hired us as night watchmen for his warehouse. Apparently honest people are hard to come by in Monemvassia. I can believe it. In three days we were there he's the only person who was good to us. Well, I guess we did meet one halfling, but we was just there for the goblin bounty, not from Monemvassia and not planning to stay, so he doesn't count. Kim Tensil is the only person in all of Monemvassia I have anything good to say about, and when we left town he was in prison on suspicion of stealing the royal silver. You can understand why we're so interested in clearing his name."

Nurlan stops at this point to finish his glass. Seeing that the bottle of wine on the table is nearly empty, he asks, "Say, Tenebrynn, do you have any other recommendations for drinks? The wine you suggested last time was excellent; what else do you find good here?"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Oi! Any what ye wags know tailorin' folk o' good repute, roun' 'ere?"

The terrible noise comes from a dwarf, standing at the doorway. He is wearing no pants.

"Big ole 'ound stole me trousers," he explains.

He walks, achingly, up to the bar, although his attention is directed towards anyone who'll look at him. Halfway through the room, he stops to announce:

"Sturm's me name, 'n Gerwycht's me seal, lemme mention, what case stories o' me greatness fail 'n perceed me."

 

[nimisgod]

The doors of the inn opened to the 2-foot figure of a Deep Halfling. His violet owlbear cloak was mostly untouched by the rigors of travel. A common bronze brooch offset the luxuriousness of the cloak it held. The halfling wore a surcoat with his order's insignia: a rust-colored sword on a field of white. Hanging from his side is a finely crafted warhammer. The hilt of a dagger peeked from his right boot.

He carried himself with the demeanor of a knight, sans the arrogance of high birth or wealth. The battle-scarred wooden shield strapped to his back had the same symbol as his surcoat.

"Hullo, Joe" he waved amicably to the proprietor of the Inn. "How art thou this day?"

The Red Dragon Inn's owner returned with a friendly nod. "Busy, Ishmael. Go on and have a seat."

Surveying Joe's other customers, he was surprised to find a pantless Sturm. He moved over to Sturm's side. "Umm... Friend Sturm," he whispered, ignorant of the circumstances of the errant clothing. "Methinks that in thine haste for war and gloury, thou hast forgotten thine trousers ..."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"'shmael! Thee thine thou'st 'n so forth, eh?"

He snorts as the halfling chides him for his wardrobe malfunction.

"Vexin' 'ound Shawggi ran out from unner me, 'n tore me trousers out from unnerneath. 'ere's some errand-lad 'round 'ere somewhere, must be." He calls out loud: "'ny lad want'n fetch me trousers, ye should know I jes' got paid, 'n I'm still feelin' rich 'bout it!"