Dowkan wears the scrutiny comfortably. "The Cap'n be paying me an extra 10 gold for today. Otherwise the standard pay," he replies as he scratches at his beard, not even contemplating giving an inflated figure. "But I'll go where the Church tells me, and do what they wants, while the contract lasts."Braggi said:
The Ancient Paths - Path I
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hippocrachus
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~ Nae'talis & Dowkan ~
Braggi considers Dowkan a moment longer before bending behind the planning table, rummaging around in an open chest, and dropping a small leather sack on the table. The sack makes a heavy metallic sound as it hits the table.
"One hundred gold and you'll see that Hrolf survives whatever the High Cleric and Tyr has in store for him." He doesn't wait for Dowkan's acceptance of the fee, thinking it more than adequate. "You two report to Captain Grogor and tell him of your new contract. The wizard hired you. I'm paying with my personal funds now, you hear? The wizard hired you. I don't want word getting back to the High Cleric that I intervened."
He stands, towering well above even Nae'talis' head, and stares firmly at the two until they begin leaving his tent.
"Everyone will be heading back to Silverdown before the midday meal. I will have more to discuss with you there."
Dowkan and Nae'talis find Captain Grogor stomping about the mercenary camp barking questions and orders at those poor souls close enough to feel his breath. When he sees the two approaching, he storms over in a huff.
"Where've you been, boy? I've half a mind to dock you them ten gold fer this sorta thing..."
Braggi considers Dowkan a moment longer before bending behind the planning table, rummaging around in an open chest, and dropping a small leather sack on the table. The sack makes a heavy metallic sound as it hits the table.
"One hundred gold and you'll see that Hrolf survives whatever the High Cleric and Tyr has in store for him." He doesn't wait for Dowkan's acceptance of the fee, thinking it more than adequate. "You two report to Captain Grogor and tell him of your new contract. The wizard hired you. I'm paying with my personal funds now, you hear? The wizard hired you. I don't want word getting back to the High Cleric that I intervened."
He stands, towering well above even Nae'talis' head, and stares firmly at the two until they begin leaving his tent.
"Everyone will be heading back to Silverdown before the midday meal. I will have more to discuss with you there."
Dowkan and Nae'talis find Captain Grogor stomping about the mercenary camp barking questions and orders at those poor souls close enough to feel his breath. When he sees the two approaching, he storms over in a huff.
"Where've you been, boy? I've half a mind to dock you them ten gold fer this sorta thing..."
hippocrachus
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~ Hrolf & Hildor ~
The unlikely duo heads out of the cavern complex with half of the Tyrran column tailing behind them. When they exit the cave, a Justiciar nods to Hrolf and points him the direction of the lone drab tent standing out amongst the Tyrran camp.
In a hurry to see what his elder cleric wanted to say to him, Hrolf doesn't dally before heading directly to the tent. Hildor considers continuing to follow the cleric who wants nothing of his company, and quickly decides to head towards the tall robed human figure standing out in a camp full of dwarves off to the side. Some of the dwarves, mercenaries all of them, scowl as the elf passes by them. Some even go so far as to spit on the ground ahead of him. Hildor may have never been brought up to dislike dwarves, but by the way they acted towards him, showing a little disapproval probably wouldn't hurt their disposition.
Hrolf enters the large gray tent to find a half-frost giant he recognizes as Braggi bending over a planning table full of papers and broken envelopes. The frosty haired half-giant looks up from studying a folded paper and throws his arms out wide when he sees Hrolf.
"Tyr's Justice supreme! Where've you been, boy?" He strides around the wooden table, grabs Hrolf around the shoulders, and slams him bodily into the Braggi's chest. A proper greeting. "You've had me and Hroar worried sick!"
The unlikely duo heads out of the cavern complex with half of the Tyrran column tailing behind them. When they exit the cave, a Justiciar nods to Hrolf and points him the direction of the lone drab tent standing out amongst the Tyrran camp.
In a hurry to see what his elder cleric wanted to say to him, Hrolf doesn't dally before heading directly to the tent. Hildor considers continuing to follow the cleric who wants nothing of his company, and quickly decides to head towards the tall robed human figure standing out in a camp full of dwarves off to the side. Some of the dwarves, mercenaries all of them, scowl as the elf passes by them. Some even go so far as to spit on the ground ahead of him. Hildor may have never been brought up to dislike dwarves, but by the way they acted towards him, showing a little disapproval probably wouldn't hurt their disposition.
Hrolf enters the large gray tent to find a half-frost giant he recognizes as Braggi bending over a planning table full of papers and broken envelopes. The frosty haired half-giant looks up from studying a folded paper and throws his arms out wide when he sees Hrolf.
"Tyr's Justice supreme! Where've you been, boy?" He strides around the wooden table, grabs Hrolf around the shoulders, and slams him bodily into the Braggi's chest. A proper greeting. "You've had me and Hroar worried sick!"
Dowkan, being no fool, simply pockets the gold silently ponders why Father Braggi would hire him separately when there are plenty of Tyrrans about. "If Hrolf isn't safe with me, it won't be from not trying on my part," he says simply in acceptance. "And I got it, the wizard hired me."Braggi said:
"That'd be the bonus ten gold you owe me for going into those caves, then?" Dowkan asks. "And I gots me a new contract - paid up front by the wizard. So I thank ya Cap'n for your hire, and just maybe I'll be back again when I'm done."Capt Grogor said:
"But I'd best take my pay now before we move on."
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hippocrachus
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~ The Adventurers ~
Hildor joins Nae'talis and Dowkan just in time to catch Grogor's tirade.
"Ye'll get ya another scar down tha ugly face o' yers! Tha's a breach of contract, tha is! There's fees fer tha sort o' thing." Slowly, Dowkan remembers who he's talking to as Grogor expertly crafts excuses not to pay him. "There'll be a five gold surcharge fer incomplete service and term inn-sewer-ants. Three gold fer rationing budget - tha food I give ya costs money! One gold fer drafting, turn-'round, and accounts payable. And one gold 'cause I don' like ya!"
Some of the dwarves sitting around Grogor smile at that last one, knowing full well the gruff captain liked Dowkan just fine and just couldn't think of something else. A few of the others are still adding on their fingers. One took off his boot.
Hildor joins Nae'talis and Dowkan just in time to catch Grogor's tirade.
"Ye'll get ya another scar down tha ugly face o' yers! Tha's a breach of contract, tha is! There's fees fer tha sort o' thing." Slowly, Dowkan remembers who he's talking to as Grogor expertly crafts excuses not to pay him. "There'll be a five gold surcharge fer incomplete service and term inn-sewer-ants. Three gold fer rationing budget - tha food I give ya costs money! One gold fer drafting, turn-'round, and accounts payable. And one gold 'cause I don' like ya!"
Some of the dwarves sitting around Grogor smile at that last one, knowing full well the gruff captain liked Dowkan just fine and just couldn't think of something else. A few of the others are still adding on their fingers. One took off his boot.
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Dowkan starts to fume, just a little. "One gold for not likin' me!" he growls. "Well I guess I'd better give you a good reason for it then!" he adds as he cocks his arm and clenches his fist as if to punch the captain. Then he slowly breaks into a smile. "Bah! One gold deduction for not likin' me... that's a good one!" he says as he starts laughing and drops his fist. "It's been a pleasure workin' for ya cap'n."Grogor said:
The spitting and insults didn't bother Hildor. Short of an aggression, the elf could not be woken from his thoughts. As Hildor silently approached Dowken and Nae'talis he looked morosely toward the ground. It was all too much to take in. The more he knew the less sense it made.
First there were too many players. Mars, the Tyrrans, the mage, this doppleganger, the kobolds, the mephit and his boss. Then there was the setting. First a town in ransacked and destroyed, brutally. Then the architect of this disaster, goes to the trouble of moving the battle all the way out to this cave. It didn't seem like someone who would slaughter a village would have come here to prevent casualties. So there must be something special about this spot. And there was Hrolfs encounter; why he had come back unharmed. Had they given Hrolf a message of some kind? Finally, Mars' interest in Nae'talis was the most puzzling. Nae'talis was neither a Tyrran nor a Kobold nor did he follow Mars. He was the only one who knew less than Hildor about what was going on.
He considered sharing information with Hrolf, but it wasn't like Hildor had a reason to care about the Tyrrans, or that Hrolf would return the favor. The only reason he would alert them to the attack is if Mars could be connected to the kobolds. Hildor knew he hated the kobolds. Maybe that was enough. If the Tyrrans saw Mars coming, they would sustain less injury and have a better time fighting the kobolds.
Hildor turned and started walking, slowly and hesitantly back toward Braggi's tent.
First there were too many players. Mars, the Tyrrans, the mage, this doppleganger, the kobolds, the mephit and his boss. Then there was the setting. First a town in ransacked and destroyed, brutally. Then the architect of this disaster, goes to the trouble of moving the battle all the way out to this cave. It didn't seem like someone who would slaughter a village would have come here to prevent casualties. So there must be something special about this spot. And there was Hrolfs encounter; why he had come back unharmed. Had they given Hrolf a message of some kind? Finally, Mars' interest in Nae'talis was the most puzzling. Nae'talis was neither a Tyrran nor a Kobold nor did he follow Mars. He was the only one who knew less than Hildor about what was going on.
He considered sharing information with Hrolf, but it wasn't like Hildor had a reason to care about the Tyrrans, or that Hrolf would return the favor. The only reason he would alert them to the attack is if Mars could be connected to the kobolds. Hildor knew he hated the kobolds. Maybe that was enough. If the Tyrrans saw Mars coming, they would sustain less injury and have a better time fighting the kobolds.
Hildor turned and started walking, slowly and hesitantly back toward Braggi's tent.
Dhes
Explorer
Hrolf is surprised to see the tall form of the half giant standing in the shade of the tent. After the short but powerful embrace, Hrolf takes one of the folding camp chairs and settles into it. ”It’s good to see you here father, I don’t know what to say but I think there is more behind the destruction of Silverdown than we initially thought.” Taking a deep breath Hrolf conveys the story of their hunt though the cave, ending with his encounter just a few moments ago. ”As you can see father, I don’t know what the connections are but I’m sure that the -for lack of better a name, Demon, is somehow behind or involved with recent happenings.” Looking over his shoulder to make sure they are private, ”I also think that the elf knows more than he lets on …his actions in the cave were somewhat erratic and weird.”
hippocrachus
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~ Hrolf & Hildor ~
Braggi gives Hrolf a significant look when a Justiciar shows Hildor into the tent after he relates his adventures thus far and his suspicions of the elf.
Braggi rises and encourages Hrolf to follow suit.
"It is good that you are whole, Hrolf. Everyone will be leaving for Silverdown very soon; go grab a quick meal before the trek. I'll have more to say to you there in private." Braggi ushers Hrolf out of the tent and offers a seat to Hildor.
"I don't want you to incriminate yourself - Hildor is it? - so I'll tell you truly that your companions have expressed distrust for you. Tyr judge you justly. What do you want to speak to me about?" He sits across from Hildor in a magisterial pose.
Braggi gives Hrolf a significant look when a Justiciar shows Hildor into the tent after he relates his adventures thus far and his suspicions of the elf.
Braggi rises and encourages Hrolf to follow suit.
"It is good that you are whole, Hrolf. Everyone will be leaving for Silverdown very soon; go grab a quick meal before the trek. I'll have more to say to you there in private." Braggi ushers Hrolf out of the tent and offers a seat to Hildor.
"I don't want you to incriminate yourself - Hildor is it? - so I'll tell you truly that your companions have expressed distrust for you. Tyr judge you justly. What do you want to speak to me about?" He sits across from Hildor in a magisterial pose.
hippocrachus
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~ Nae'talis & Dowkan ~
"Aye." Grogor looks around at the dwarves laughing at his expense. Some of them are wise enough to cover it up as a cough.
Before the sun reaches its zenith, the Tyrrans and mercenaries begin to pack their things for the half-day journey to Silverdown.
A group of armored Tyrrans collects around the cave with their things and begin to set a smaller camp and barrier. Not every one was leaving for Silverdown apparently.
"Aye." Grogor looks around at the dwarves laughing at his expense. Some of them are wise enough to cover it up as a cough.
Before the sun reaches its zenith, the Tyrrans and mercenaries begin to pack their things for the half-day journey to Silverdown.
A group of armored Tyrrans collects around the cave with their things and begin to set a smaller camp and barrier. Not every one was leaving for Silverdown apparently.
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