Working for the Baron - The Adventure

[AmorFati]

Day 1 - Goodland - In the Tavern

As you enter the tavern, a gasthly silence decends on the gathered crowd, and all faces turn in unison to you. After a few moments a man approaches you, obviously trying to look confident, but failing at it. "Hullo. And who might you be?" he asks, eyeing you up and down.

 

[Crimson Tide]

Balin the Elder, Abjur(4)

As you enter the tavern, a gasthly silence decends on the gathered crowd, and all faces turn in unison to you. After a few moments a man approaches you, obviously trying to look confident, but failing at it. "Hullo. And who might you be?" he asks, eyeing you up and down.

There goes my ale before talking to anyone about why we are here. I better let Zyr handle this, the others are liable to get us ran out of town, even with us wanting to help.

"I am a tired old man who has ridden on the back of an mule for far too long and wants something to drink. Now if you will excuse me sir, you are currently blocking the quickest path to where I want to be. However Father Zyrial of the Silver Song, will be more than capable of answering all of your questions."

Sidestepping the man slightly as he continued to the heart of the tavern, Balin's eyes were filled with merriment as he neared the bar.

Never could have pulled that one off back home Shal. Maybe the road is just what these old bones needed to put a spark back in them.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

Zyrial looks at Balin with eyes that burn. He know I hate to speak to people outside of the pulpit.
"I am Zyrial of the Silver Song. My companions and I are traveling to this area on behalf of More'ne Di'zetroe Comere, Baron of Mirlstone. He has sent us to try to stop an Orc band that may be on it's way here."

 

[wgreen]

Hargrim looks around as the room falls silent, his sharp eyes darting about as he tries to deduce the reason for the tension that now fills the tavern. As Zyrial speaks to the fellow who approached the party, the dwarf scurries after Balin.

"Eh...not to put too fine a point on it, my friend," he whispers to the mage, "but...why the sudden quiet, I wonder...?"

 

[Crimson Tide]

Balin the Elder, Abjur(4)

Hargrim looks around as the room falls silent, his sharp eyes darting about as he tries to deduce the reason for the tension that now fills the tavern. As Zyrial speaks to the fellow who approached the party, the dwarf scurries after Balin.

"Eh...not to put too fine a point on it, my friend," he whispers to the mage, "but...why the sudden quiet, I wonder...?"

Balin's steps did not slow much as he answered the dwarf's question, as he did not wish to appear as bothered by the silence as Hargrim seemed to be.

Voice steady..grip tight on staff...three more paces to the bar.

"It might be due to the fact that somewhere out there, there is an orcish brigand who the Dark Coin has given illusions of greatness. It might also be that while Goodland is part of Comere's protectorate he has sent an old man, a retired priest, and two younglings out to stop said orc brigand and all the other firebloods who follow him. Or maybe, if we are lucky, they are just shy."

Reaching the bar, Balin rested his staff against the oaken surface and motioned to the server behind it.

"Three ales and a goblet of wine please. We would wash the dust from our throats if you will take our coin."

 

[wgreen]

"Youngling," Hargrim mutters. "I'm older than you, I'll wager." He smiles slightly and accompanies the mage to the bar, keeping an eye on the fellow talking with Zyrial.

 

[AmorFati]

Day 1 - Goodland, in the Tavern

At the priests words the man who spoke is clearly relieved. "Ah, so the baron was true to his words. I am Brin, the sheriff here in Goodland. We appreciate any help against Rexar and his ilk. I'm no expert at all, but I fear an attack any night now." he finnishes and becones you to a big table at the centre of the common-room. "This is a map of Goodland and its surroundings... we were just talking about setting up some kind of defences against the orcs, but I fear none of us are knowledgeable in warfare or such..." His eyes are hopefull as he looks at you, the newly arrived help sent from the barron himself.

A young woman is currently behind the bar, and she looks almost startled as Balin approaches and makes his order. "But... Oh... At once sir!" She squeals, and start to fill three tankards with ale.

Map: Goodland

 

[Crimson Tide]

Balin the Elder, Abjur(4)

A young woman is currently behind the bar, and she looks almost startled as Balin approaches and makes his order. "But... Oh... At once sir!" She squeals, and start to fill three tankards with ale.

As the ale is placed before him, Balin hands Hargrim one mug and picks up the other two in his free hand.

"If you don't mind, bring Zyrial his wine when she finishes pouring it. I am going to make sure that Zyr and Alton have made peace with the locals."

Making his way back to the table where the others are huddled around, Balin hands the halfling his tankard of ale and takes a slow sip while looking at the map through his enchanted glasses. Even from the outskirts of the table, the map is clear and precise to his eyes and the nervous glances the townspeople continue to shoot them all tells Balin all he needs to know.

Blood and ashes...they want us to defend the whole town? Shal, I was wrong to say the road was just what I needed, this is going to be suicide. Well, if it is to be my death, let me go out well.

Moving closer to the map, Balin began looking studying it with a critical eye. Two main roads with three roads connecting them. The river to our backs which will be used to get those who can't fight to safety.

The irony is that most would consider me one who could not fight anymore. If the Song wills it, let me prove them wrong.

Looking across to Zyr, Balin kept his voice as confident as he could.

"So Father Zyrial, does the Silver Song still grant her war songs to the faithful?"

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

"While there are indeed songs of war I know only a few. I would like for Hargrimm to look on the map. Maybe a warrior of his skill could see what a priest of magic cannot." Zyrial says.

 

[Darik]

(OOC:Sorry I havent been posting, Birthday was this weekend.)