In reply to Narrator (msg # 279):

19:34, Today: Grimaldi rolled 13 using 3d6.  area knowledge (northport) ~ 14. passed by 1

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 280):

You know that the hobgoblins in Northport are the primary growers ad consumers of hemp, as they also control the rope making guild. They are mostly preoccupied with sports and smoking.

"I smell hobgoblins smoking their reefer down here..."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 282):

"Sweet!I could use a hookup; Jiak nian ukmoke"
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:36, Wed 24 July 2019.

In reply to Gaston Norral (msg # 283):

14:09, Today: Grimaldi rolled 12 using 3d6.  area knowledge (northport) ~ 14.
"I know a druid that lives outside town a short ways, in the woods. He's also an botanist, horticulturist, and alchemist. He's popular with the wizards guild, and those in the know, come to him, when they need a good pouch of smoke, for their pipes. They call him Brannon the bountiful!"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 284):

"The hobs have a big hold down here,  practically their own city where they have their grow rooms and make rope. I hear they buy a lot of glowstones from the guild. I think their squat is inly connected to the rest of this place by drawbridges"

In reply to Evain Kalliope (msg # 285):

Grimaldi's eyes light up.
"Hey, I bet they'd love to know that there's a place to eat and drink down here! Let's go, and post the remnants of our signs around their drawbridges. It's sure to draw their patronage, which should please our employer very much, methinks."
This message was last edited by the player at 23:14, Wed 24 July 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 286):

"Sounds like good marketing...then we get paid. So lets go..."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 287):

You round the corner and can see three small red lights in the distance. The dank fumes are heavy, but not necessarily unpleasant.

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 288):

Sedrics hand goes to his blade.

"At last, something to feed my blade..." he mutters as he approaches...

"I'm with you, should they prove hostile... We should be alright, provided they don't think they can take us easily. I think they'll be mellowed by their smoking, but we shall see..."
Grimaldi said to Sederic, as he peered into the distance.
This message was last edited by the player at 08:51, Mon 29 July 2019.

As they spot your collection of lights, you see the small red lights go out.
A voice calls out, and Gaston responds to them. You hear deep laughter.

Three large greenskinned fellows in light armor with their hands away from the heavy swords at their waists approach, although one has a shouldered spear.

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 291):

"You guys have a city around here somewhere?"

"We'd like to tell you and your guild about a new tavern that has opened up down here, and put up some glowing signs that will direct the way. It's called Ashbury's Abattoir, so be sure to tell all of your friends!"

"A tavern, huh? What they got for eats? And you, you want a three silver pouch, or just enough to pack a pipe?"

"Assortments of savory and salty bar snacks, and your standard tavern fare. I expect bread, cheese, soups, stews, meat pies, maybe some pastries as well. Who are your neighbors down yonder? Those scar-headed, red-skinned goblins? They dropped in for a drink, or three."
This message was lightly edited by the player at 22:20, Tue 30 July 2019.

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 294):

"Whatcan I get for a silver?"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 295):

A couple of them brighten at the idea of salty snacks, and one addresses Gaston
"Show me your coin and I will
Measure out a dime."
The lead one rubs his chin.
"We don't mess with them, they woek for management, and when they bring heavies, your best bet is to run. About fifteen years ago,there was one idiot who punted a couple of them off the bridge, you know, they always travel in pairs, and about a day later, six of them came along with two large orders of extra fugly, and an elf, and and dragged him off.
A few guys had tried to play Spartacus, and save him, but the elf looked at them and they got nosebleeds.
We leave those little guys the hell alone.
So where is this snackbar?"

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 297):

Grimaldi points back the way they came.
"Thanks for the tip. You'll see glowing signs along the way that will direct you. May we put up the rest of our signs around here? We've just about finished our work down here." Grimaldi replied amiably.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 298):

"Works for me."
His eye narrow,"Got any discount coupons?"

Grimaldi shrugged.
"You can tell him we sent you, and bargain with him over that, in exchange for your guild's regular patronage. No guarantees, but I think he'll be quite pleased with that notion, and may tailor things to your future needs..."
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 22:13, Tue 06 Aug 2019.

"Maybe we work out a trade with 'em, some of our product for theirs."

They slouch toward the next sign, and you are able to mount the others without further issue.

"That sounds like a fine idea. Good work! Let's get back to Ashbury's place."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 302):

"Sounds good to me. Any bandits down here we can incite to attack us so we can defeat them, for a reward of course?"

"That is also a fine idea! if'n a fellow was looking for trouble, where might he find it? And who might it be, deserving some righteous wrath, and not brigandage and murder?"
This message was last edited by the player at 21:37, Wed 07 Aug 2019.