Working for the Baron - The Adventure

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

The cleric shakes his head and looks his long time friend in the eyes. "We both have proven that a good defense is a great offence. Your spells were key in the taking down of the ghoul lord Fraztynn when my spells were used up."

 

[Verbatim]

The cleric shakes his head and looks his long time friend in the eyes. "We both have proven that a good defense is a great offence. Your spells were key in the taking down of the ghoul lord Fraztynn when my spells were used up."

~Always have you tried to make me see the Song's blessing instead of the Dark Coin's curse Zyr. Perhaps one day I will understand what makes you do so...~

Feeling the eyes of all the townsfolk on them still, Balin clears his throat abit and looks over to the Sheriff again.

"Is there a follower of the Song in town sir? One who can harness the Song's blessing through prayers or by study? If there is, could we speak with them?"

Turning back to Zyr, Balin shrugged his shoulders at his friend.

"Perhaps they will have scrolls or maybe a potion we can take with us. The Dark Coin seeks those who are not prepared for his gaze."

 

[wgreen]

"All my life I have studied the path of defensive magic, and while some see it as a coward's path, it has allowed me to see more than my share of summers come and go. However, I will prepare what spells I can that will slow the brutes, but I am too old to charge into the heart of the battle. I say this not because I am scared to do so, but because I want you to know my strengths, as well as my weaknesses."

Hargrim claps Balin on the back. "You keep us alive with those spells, Balin, like you've done in the past," the dwarf says with a grin. "We'll take care of the rest."

 

[Verbatim]

Wincing slightly from the force of the dwarf's blow, Balin tried to smile even though there was little he felt warranted a smile given their current situation.

"Aye lad, I will do what I can. In the mean time, I recommend that you start reaching into your blood to figure out the best way to stop these brigands."

While Balin had not traveled long with Hargrim, he hoped that the dwarf had picked up some of his clan's racial skills in combat before he left his homeland.

 

[Phoenix8008]

Suddenly, the tavern door opens and a young human woman is seen to be standing there looking into the tavern with great concentration. Her eyes travel from one person to the next, seeking something that is soon revealed when she see's the party standing around their table. Walking quickly towards them, she lays one hand upon the handle of her scimitar while the other hand shoots out accusingly pointed at the halfling now in front of her.


"YOU! You are Alton, the thief whom I have pursued for lo these many months! I nearly caught you at Setti, but the undead infesting that place injured me and delayed me until you were already gone. Then I found out that you and yours were responsible for releasing the undead menace upon the world in the first place! And you, halfling, were probably just in it for the treasures you could loot from the reveered dead! It is no wonder that they took up arms against you!

"And did you tell your friends how you came to be in their company? About how you were saved from the desert and accepted the hospitality of my father the Sultan, only to dishonor yourself by stealing from our home and running away like a jackal into the night?

"Well, now I have tracked you here and I shall have justice one way, or another. If there is any law keeper in this place, I submit and plead that this individual should be imprisoned for his crimes as the gods are my witnesses. Otherwise, his life may soon be forfeit..."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Zyrial

Zyrial shoots a look at Balin and smiles, "Oh This ought to be fun. She's a bit over dramatic isn't she? Youth. I'll wager that she beats him up before asking any more questions. What do you say old friend? Care to chip in a copper?"

 

[Verbatim]

Zyrial shoots a look at Balin and smiles, "Oh This ought to be fun. She's a bit over dramatic isn't she? Youth. I'll wager that she beats him up before asking any more questions. What do you say old friend? Care to chip in a copper?"

Sighing at the scene unfolding before them, Balin reaches into his purse and pulls out a single silver coin.

"I will put this on the good Sheriff Brin. I am sure he can handle the young ladies' problems with Mister Alton."

~What is it with younglings today? Thinking only with their purse and feet.~[/color]

 

[AmorFati]

At the dwarfs suggestion of attacking the orcs, Brin frowns. "By all reports, there are close to two hundred of the beasts. Some might have perished when they attacked Whilfreys Well to the south, but I would think most made it... They, like us, had only townsfolk to defend the town, and allthough we will fight, we are not as good at it as you are." Brin blushes and frowns before continuing. "But what do I know, if you are able to take them out from afar withouth endangering the town...." he is cut off at that when a young woman enters and verbally attacks Alton.

"Now now lady! I am the sheriff here, and seeing as he is in Goodland now, we will indeed take care of him, if you are able to back up your accusations. Right now though, we got more urgent things to take care of. If you help us, we will be happy to help you with this... thief...?"

 

[Phoenix8008]

"Whether I can prove my accusations or not depends on whether or not the thief still has in his possession that which he stole from my father. But if you search him and find a large sapphire with a rune engraved chain naming it "The Heart of the Desert", then you will have your proof. Otherwise..."

*In half a breath, Nyra draws her scimitar with but a whisper of noise from the blade leaving the scabbard. Just as those around her start to react, she quickly balances the blade across the palms of her hands before continuing... *

"You will have to accept an oath on my blade that this man is a thief and deserves justice. I see now that this thief was going to help you in the troubles that you speak of. Since my presence here has perhaps caused him to now be unavailable to aid you, I must make amends. I swear on my blade to serve in place of Alton in whatever difficulties you find yourselves facing. My name is Nyra, and I greet you all in friendship. Deeds, not words, shall prove me true."

 

[wgreen]

Hargrim stares at the newcomer for a long moment, and then takes a sip of his ale. "Well, Nyra," he says, "we've as little reason to trust you as we did the halfling." The dwarf glances at Zyrial and Bailn. "But if you can help us take care of those orcs that are threatening this town, you're as welcome as he was to join us."