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<blockquote data-quote="Wraithdrit" data-source="post: 748526" data-attributes="member: 10820"><p><strong>Session 1</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Dagger Falls, Daggerdale, Faerun - Spring</strong> </p><p></p><p>The town of Dagger Falls is rough around the edges. Civil war has the effect on people. Weapons are common, so are rough attitudes, and even rougher people.</p><p></p><p>"Buncha, damned sissies!" The dwarf stomped away from the front door, slamming it closed behind him. He stood in the street and fumed. "Won't nobody help me with freein' me mines?" A thought occured to him. Randall Morn, the city's ruler, might be able to help him find someone.</p><p></p><p>A few hours later...</p><p></p><p>"I understand your predicament, Master Alepounder, but you must also understand mine, I just don't have the men to spare. The Zhentarim could make another move on Dagger Falls at any moment. News has already come of more raids in the northern most farms. I just can't spare anyone."</p><p></p><p>"Please, call me Durgaden. Ifn' ya can't spare men, then mayhaps you could point me towards a place where I might find some people willing to help me." Durgaden Alepounder was getting desperate. He would even take nondwaves with him at this point. He was finally prepared to take back his home. The great dwarven mines of Tethyamar would once again sing with sound of dwarven hammers and forges.</p><p></p><p>"Try the Blackened Chalice," Morn shuffled a few pieces of parchment from in front of him into his desk. "Most of the people looking for work around here end up there at some point or another."</p><p></p><p>"Great. Much obliged, and when me mines are once again flowing, you can rest assured that Dagger Falls will be a welcome trading partner!"</p><p></p><p>"Indeed." Morn tried to smile. "Now if you don't mind I have -"</p><p></p><p>"One other thing... coulda have some write me up something I can post at the Blackened Chalice, me common handwritin' ain't so good."</p><p></p><p>Morn stiffled his distaste. "Of course." He scribbled something onto a piece of parchment and handed it to Durgaden. "Show this to my assistant, he will get you a scribe."</p><p></p><p>"Wonderful!" Durgaden turned and walked out, the massive iron shield strapped to his back had a large mug of ale partially tipped over, brimming with foamey ale, the first few tastes pouring out one side. Morn just shook his head, assuming it was the last time he would ever hear of Durgaden Alepounder.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Tanerus listened from his seat, lifting the large ale mug in both hands so as not to tip it. He once again thought of buying his own ale mug and carrying it with went he came into taverns, human mugs were so cumbersome. But knowing humans, they would charge him human prices for halfling portions. Oh well. </p><p></p><p><strong>Bam!</strong> </p><p></p><p>The front door to the Chalice burst open and grey haired dwarf dressed in a breast plate with a huge shield and axe slung across his back strode in and looked around. Spying the large central pillar covered with notices, the dwarf stomped up and began ripping of other notices, pulling the nails out of them. He unrolled a large notice of his own and began using the nails to post it soundly on the column. He failed to notice the dozen or so nails without notices that stuck out, unused, from the column.</p><p></p><p>Tanerus stood and walked over and read the dwarf's notice. Interesting, the dwarf was headed to the Mines of Tethyamar. Sounded like it was were he was headed. Might as well get paid.</p><p></p><p>"How much you paying for help?" Tanerus asked.</p><p></p><p>"Paying? Uh... well you get to keep part of the treasure we find. But the mines are mine." The dwarf seemed pleased with himself. Normally Tanerus would bargain a bit, but he wasn't really after the pay anyways. "Alright. I'm interested..."</p><p></p><p>"Great. We are meeting atop Fallen Stone hill. Right outside of town." The dwarf turned and walked toward the door, humming some sort of drinking song as he went. </p><p></p><p>Tanerus slipped out behind the dwarf but knew he had to make a stop first. The alchemist's shop was dusty. But then Tanerus had never been to one that wasn't. A small bell chimed as he slipped through the door, and the purveyor looked down at the small fellow. "By the gods, a Ghostwise... what are you doing in these parts little one?"</p><p></p><p>"How do you know what I am?" The xenophobia was ingrained in his being. No one really knew about the Ghostwise Halflings, at least not many, and being confronted with his heritage kinda startled Tanerus.</p><p></p><p>"I get around. What can I do for you?" The old man pushed his glasses up a bit on his nose, a futile effort rewarded only for a moment with clear sight before the glasses slid back down.</p><p></p><p>"I need a healing potion." </p><p></p><p>"Healing potion eh? What strength? I have, 'Ouch that was a nasty paper cut' all the way to 'Oh no, I accidentally lopped off my hand.'" </p><p></p><p>Tanerus smirked, "Something in between."</p><p></p><p>"How about 'I just cut myself really bad with my knife and need to stop the bleeding'?" The old man produced a potion bottle filled with a blueish colored liquid.</p><p></p><p>"That'll do." A few minutes later Tanerus was walking out of the gates of Daggerfalls. Atop the hill outside of town, Fallen Stone Hill, lay two massive ancient menhirs. Set between them was a massive inferno of campfire. The dwarf could be seen adding even more wood to the fire. "Subtle," Tanerus muttered as he strode up the hill.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>A knock rang out through the apartment, and its owner went to the door. The place was neat, but well used. Most of its more important contents were neatly packed in a bag on the table. Someone was preparing for a trip.</p><p></p><p>"Will, glad you are here. Remember that book I gave you? The one that talked about the mines that you were so interested in?"</p><p></p><p>William Farseer opened the door farther so his cousin could come in, "Yes."</p><p></p><p>"Well some dwarf is name Beerguzzler, or something, is leading an expedition there." Gerik seemed more excited that he had found out the news for Will than in the news itself. </p><p></p><p>Will smiled, "Really? Where is now?" He walked over and picked up his crossbow, slung his quiver over his shoulder and his bag over his other shoulder. "When are they leaving?" </p><p></p><p>"I don't know when they are leaving, but hes up at Fallen Stone Hill, burning the place down."</p><p></p><p>Will looked at his cousin, one eyebrow raised. </p><p></p><p>"Well it is a really big bonfire... though I suppose you can't really burn down a hill. I mean hills don't burn. Well, the grass would, but not the earth or the rock. Especially not those rocks. They are probably enchanted. I'll shut up now." Gerik snapped his mouth shut and waited for Will to say something.</p><p></p><p>Will looked around, ignoring his cousin for a few more moments. He had everything he needed. He held out his arm, his pet owl flew from its perch and landed on his thick bracer. "Its okay Gerik. Thanks for telling me. You will look after my apartment while I'm gone right?" </p><p></p><p>"What else is family good for?" Gerik beemed, Will had a great apartment. </p><p></p><p>Will tossed Gerik a key and walked out, calling back, "Stay out of the dresser, its enchanted and will know if you get into it." Gerik looked at the dresser in awe. An enchanted dresser, such neat things adventurers bring home. He wondered if Will would bring him home anything. Walking across the room toward the cupboards he gave the dresser a wide berth.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Wraithdrit, post: 748526, member: 10820"] [b]Session 1[/b] [B]Dagger Falls, Daggerdale, Faerun - Spring[/B] The town of Dagger Falls is rough around the edges. Civil war has the effect on people. Weapons are common, so are rough attitudes, and even rougher people. "Buncha, damned sissies!" The dwarf stomped away from the front door, slamming it closed behind him. He stood in the street and fumed. "Won't nobody help me with freein' me mines?" A thought occured to him. Randall Morn, the city's ruler, might be able to help him find someone. A few hours later... "I understand your predicament, Master Alepounder, but you must also understand mine, I just don't have the men to spare. The Zhentarim could make another move on Dagger Falls at any moment. News has already come of more raids in the northern most farms. I just can't spare anyone." "Please, call me Durgaden. Ifn' ya can't spare men, then mayhaps you could point me towards a place where I might find some people willing to help me." Durgaden Alepounder was getting desperate. He would even take nondwaves with him at this point. He was finally prepared to take back his home. The great dwarven mines of Tethyamar would once again sing with sound of dwarven hammers and forges. "Try the Blackened Chalice," Morn shuffled a few pieces of parchment from in front of him into his desk. "Most of the people looking for work around here end up there at some point or another." "Great. Much obliged, and when me mines are once again flowing, you can rest assured that Dagger Falls will be a welcome trading partner!" "Indeed." Morn tried to smile. "Now if you don't mind I have -" "One other thing... coulda have some write me up something I can post at the Blackened Chalice, me common handwritin' ain't so good." Morn stiffled his distaste. "Of course." He scribbled something onto a piece of parchment and handed it to Durgaden. "Show this to my assistant, he will get you a scribe." "Wonderful!" Durgaden turned and walked out, the massive iron shield strapped to his back had a large mug of ale partially tipped over, brimming with foamey ale, the first few tastes pouring out one side. Morn just shook his head, assuming it was the last time he would ever hear of Durgaden Alepounder. *** Tanerus listened from his seat, lifting the large ale mug in both hands so as not to tip it. He once again thought of buying his own ale mug and carrying it with went he came into taverns, human mugs were so cumbersome. But knowing humans, they would charge him human prices for halfling portions. Oh well. [B]Bam![/B] The front door to the Chalice burst open and grey haired dwarf dressed in a breast plate with a huge shield and axe slung across his back strode in and looked around. Spying the large central pillar covered with notices, the dwarf stomped up and began ripping of other notices, pulling the nails out of them. He unrolled a large notice of his own and began using the nails to post it soundly on the column. He failed to notice the dozen or so nails without notices that stuck out, unused, from the column. Tanerus stood and walked over and read the dwarf's notice. Interesting, the dwarf was headed to the Mines of Tethyamar. Sounded like it was were he was headed. Might as well get paid. "How much you paying for help?" Tanerus asked. "Paying? Uh... well you get to keep part of the treasure we find. But the mines are mine." The dwarf seemed pleased with himself. Normally Tanerus would bargain a bit, but he wasn't really after the pay anyways. "Alright. I'm interested..." "Great. We are meeting atop Fallen Stone hill. Right outside of town." The dwarf turned and walked toward the door, humming some sort of drinking song as he went. Tanerus slipped out behind the dwarf but knew he had to make a stop first. The alchemist's shop was dusty. But then Tanerus had never been to one that wasn't. A small bell chimed as he slipped through the door, and the purveyor looked down at the small fellow. "By the gods, a Ghostwise... what are you doing in these parts little one?" "How do you know what I am?" The xenophobia was ingrained in his being. No one really knew about the Ghostwise Halflings, at least not many, and being confronted with his heritage kinda startled Tanerus. "I get around. What can I do for you?" The old man pushed his glasses up a bit on his nose, a futile effort rewarded only for a moment with clear sight before the glasses slid back down. "I need a healing potion." "Healing potion eh? What strength? I have, 'Ouch that was a nasty paper cut' all the way to 'Oh no, I accidentally lopped off my hand.'" Tanerus smirked, "Something in between." "How about 'I just cut myself really bad with my knife and need to stop the bleeding'?" The old man produced a potion bottle filled with a blueish colored liquid. "That'll do." A few minutes later Tanerus was walking out of the gates of Daggerfalls. Atop the hill outside of town, Fallen Stone Hill, lay two massive ancient menhirs. Set between them was a massive inferno of campfire. The dwarf could be seen adding even more wood to the fire. "Subtle," Tanerus muttered as he strode up the hill. *** A knock rang out through the apartment, and its owner went to the door. The place was neat, but well used. Most of its more important contents were neatly packed in a bag on the table. Someone was preparing for a trip. "Will, glad you are here. Remember that book I gave you? The one that talked about the mines that you were so interested in?" William Farseer opened the door farther so his cousin could come in, "Yes." "Well some dwarf is name Beerguzzler, or something, is leading an expedition there." Gerik seemed more excited that he had found out the news for Will than in the news itself. Will smiled, "Really? Where is now?" He walked over and picked up his crossbow, slung his quiver over his shoulder and his bag over his other shoulder. "When are they leaving?" "I don't know when they are leaving, but hes up at Fallen Stone Hill, burning the place down." Will looked at his cousin, one eyebrow raised. "Well it is a really big bonfire... though I suppose you can't really burn down a hill. I mean hills don't burn. Well, the grass would, but not the earth or the rock. Especially not those rocks. They are probably enchanted. I'll shut up now." Gerik snapped his mouth shut and waited for Will to say something. Will looked around, ignoring his cousin for a few more moments. He had everything he needed. He held out his arm, his pet owl flew from its perch and landed on his thick bracer. "Its okay Gerik. Thanks for telling me. You will look after my apartment while I'm gone right?" "What else is family good for?" Gerik beemed, Will had a great apartment. Will tossed Gerik a key and walked out, calling back, "Stay out of the dresser, its enchanted and will know if you get into it." Gerik looked at the dresser in awe. An enchanted dresser, such neat things adventurers bring home. He wondered if Will would bring him home anything. Walking across the room toward the cupboards he gave the dresser a wide berth. [/QUOTE]
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