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First Post
The conversation went something like this:
and so on. Nord looked at Od, Od looked at Herewulf and Herewulf looked at Nord. Then, as one man, they crept quietly away and repaired to the local tavern, which was called the Harmonious Blacksmith. The bartender recognised Od, nodded sympathetically and set down three mugs of foaming beer.
Od slapped a few coins on the bar and said "Thanks. My friends will have the same."
After a few minutes silent drinking, Nord remarked "Seems a nice enough tavern. Shame to burn it down."
"We aren't going to burn the village down," Herewulf reminded him. "We're going to wait here until a mysterious elf woman in a blue cloak comes in, looking for three adventurers to accompany her on a mysterious but very lucrative quest."
"Bit cliché, isn't it?" suggested Od.
As if in answer, the door opened silently to the sound of invisible trumpets and an elf woman in a blue cloak entered, looked mysteriously around and espied the three drinkers. She raised an eyebrow, consulted a small book in apparent confusion, looked at them again and shrugged. "You must be the ones, I suppose. You may call me Jelenneth. It doesn't matter what your names are."
"Siddown, wench, and prepared to be dominated," countered Nord. Lightning crackled around his ears as he attempted to cast Charm Person, forgetting that elves are immune.
"I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior." replied Jelenneth haughtily. "It's my only flaw."
"Nice come-back. Way to get Inspiration," remarked Od. "So, what's the quest?"
"Thank you, little man," she replied, "it's all about ..."
"I'm not letting you out until you say sorry!"
"I'm not coming out until you say sorry!"
"Barnabas has gone missing! It's all your fault you stupid man!"
"He's right here with me! It's all your fault you stupid woman!"
"I'm not coming out until you say sorry!"
"Barnabas has gone missing! It's all your fault you stupid man!"
"He's right here with me! It's all your fault you stupid woman!"
and so on. Nord looked at Od, Od looked at Herewulf and Herewulf looked at Nord. Then, as one man, they crept quietly away and repaired to the local tavern, which was called the Harmonious Blacksmith. The bartender recognised Od, nodded sympathetically and set down three mugs of foaming beer.
Od slapped a few coins on the bar and said "Thanks. My friends will have the same."
After a few minutes silent drinking, Nord remarked "Seems a nice enough tavern. Shame to burn it down."
"We aren't going to burn the village down," Herewulf reminded him. "We're going to wait here until a mysterious elf woman in a blue cloak comes in, looking for three adventurers to accompany her on a mysterious but very lucrative quest."
"Bit cliché, isn't it?" suggested Od.
As if in answer, the door opened silently to the sound of invisible trumpets and an elf woman in a blue cloak entered, looked mysteriously around and espied the three drinkers. She raised an eyebrow, consulted a small book in apparent confusion, looked at them again and shrugged. "You must be the ones, I suppose. You may call me Jelenneth. It doesn't matter what your names are."
"Siddown, wench, and prepared to be dominated," countered Nord. Lightning crackled around his ears as he attempted to cast Charm Person, forgetting that elves are immune.
"I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior." replied Jelenneth haughtily. "It's my only flaw."
"Nice come-back. Way to get Inspiration," remarked Od. "So, what's the quest?"
"Thank you, little man," she replied, "it's all about ..."
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