The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter I

[hippocrachus]

I'm not unaccustomed to farm work... "Where is your room, I shall wait there, friend Trond."
With that he waits for Trond to give directions and goes and waits for whoever else would join him.

 

[Manzanita]

Drogo halfling druid

"Ah, Mr. Svenson. I, for one, would certainly be interested in hearing your story. I can join you at once."

Then softly to Chasity, "this may be our quest, do you think? If not, at least its a start. Are you up for it?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*To Drogo, Meekis offers a quick explanation.*

"I used to be a citizen of Blingdenstone, a city of svirfneblin of the Underdark. But the drow used demons to destroy our city two years ago. I was one of the few to escape. Most of us live near Silverymoon, but have more wanderlust than a thousand normal svirfneblin, so thus I wandered here," he says in simple words, his face showing a brief flash of pain the mention of his city.

*To Trond he raises his eyebrows in amazement that he thought one such as him could assist. After what appears to be a brief conversation with the inside of his cloak, he nods to the big man.*

"I can perhaps help the stronger ones with such troubles, and I am an able scout and magician for hire," he says in his most authoritative voice yet. Hopping off the stool he'll cautiously go with the big man, always with an eye on his weapon.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Mosslime: Finhead Saurial/Male

Mosslime steers at Andreas really unsure how to answer his last question and finally he just shrugs.

Which much curiosity he watches the big man wondering rather or not he is address him also and hoping that he is so he can become a great warrior.

 

[Majin]

Trond raises his eyebrows at Meekus, impressed at his qualifications. He smiles and nods at Drogo and then turns to Calenthang. "The meeting will take place in one of Nathan's private dining areas," he says, pointing to a doorway in the northeast corner of the room. "Beyond there is a hallway which branches off into two rooms. They seat ten, so there should be no problems accomodating anyone who is interested." He turns back to the rest of the group, taking a mental head count, and waiting to see if anyone else is interested.

 

[Chaos Apostate]

Caelbryn visibly pricks up his ears at the speech from the large man, and quickly finishes his ale before lazily climbing to his feet and making his way over to the speaker. He then bows with an extravagant flourish, before straightening and speaking: "Caelbryn..." (Here he pauses for a split second, almost imperceptibly, and there is perhaps a slight emphasis on the next syllable) "Dragonbane at your service - scout, explorer, duelist, acrobat, adventurer and bard. Neither money nor love will buy you a better hand, and I'm afraid I shall only be accepting the former. " With that, Caelbryn bows again and moves down the passage towards the meeting room Trond mentioned previously.

OOC: Bluff check +6 for the introduction, if you want to use it.

 

[Seonaid]

Chastity D'Agnacia, human paladin 1

Chastity shrugs in response to Meekus's question. "I seek adventure. Nothing specific, but I have a feeling that something will make itself known to me." She nods to Drogo. "We seem to have the same agenda."

She smiles and shrugs at Calenthang's response.

She is not dismayed or awed at Trond's size, and considers his words thoughtfully. "Perhaps this is our quest," she murmurs in response to Drogo. "I shall accept." She listens to the responses of the others, then nods authoritatively. "I will join you in the dining room," she says to Trond. "I look forward to hearing your request." She stands, then nods to Drogo, Meekus, and Calenthang. "Shall we?"

 

[Majin]

Trond looks to the few remaining people. He speaks in the general direction of the pair, Andreas and Mosslime, and Sielwoodan sitting by the fireplace. "Would any of you care to join us as well? Last call I'm afraid, as my business is very pressing."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Mosslime: Finhead Saurial/Male

Mosslime looks at the door and then back to the giant man, as he seems to be deep in thought while his tail extenuates this impression as it flicks back in forth. He gives the door one last glances before flicking his tail one last time; his mind finally made up he joins the others with a slight bounce in his step.

 

[Verbatim]

Ayden Wyvernspur- Priest of Finder Wyvernspur

Cursing as he limped into town, Ayden wondered when Beshaba had taken such an interest in him when there were so many other people in the world to choose from.

~The daggers in this place's name must surely be the loose stones they have in the hills around here....Moss could have at least warned me that they were there...~

Seeing an inn ahead of him, he felt his spirits instantly lift with the prospect of a soft bed, warm meal and music.

Pushing the doors open, Ayden looked around and spotted Moss following some strangers from a table to his right. Speaking to him quickly in Draconic, Ayden wanted to make sure he was okay.

"Moss, are you alright?"

OOC: Sorry it took so long all...