[The game is officially started! In this thread, feel free to send your party here and there around town. To make life easy for me, if you could include your party's location in brackets at the top of any posts in town, I'd appreciate it.

Most activity in town is public knowledge. It's not a large town, and word gets around quickly. If you have some business to attend to that you don't want others to know about, use private lines to me to conduct it. Your party location, however, should remain public unless you have some means of sneaking everyone around.

For issues of my sanity, let's not split the parties in town, unless there's a character off doing down-time stuff in one location while the rest of the party conducts business.]

[The Oak and Eagle]

The Common Room is crowded tonight. Lots of prospective adventuring parties are present, and the local crowd is also high due to the novelty factor. Torches flare along the walls, and the staff is busy taking and delivering orders. A trio of minstrels sit in the far corner, playing music that can barely be heard above the chatter of conversation.

Tacked to the wall just inside of the door is a notice:
The Lord Mayor announces that the Towne Ransomme is DUE in one month. If any brave souls can donate 250 coins of gold to the town treasury, the normal TAX upon recovered loot shall be waived for that party for one month from date of donation.

Under that official notice is a note scrawled on a greasy, torn piece of parchment:
Bounty on Kobold heads. Inquire at Granite Cup.

[The Oak and Eagle]
The Shire group are sat at one of the tables in the crowded Oak and Eagle. They're all enjoying themselves drinking ales and telling stories. Drogo, on the other hand was roving about getting as much info on their delving expadition and checking up on the competition.

[Sorry, DM. Backed up a step.]

[The Granite Cup]
A quintet of people mill around near the entrance to the Granite Cup. Standing is their best option, as they lack the proportions to sit properly at any of the tables. While the three humans just look around curiously, the fourth -- an elf -- is visibly uncomfortable, while the last just hangs back, relying on their hooded cloak to avoid notice.

The sixth member of the group strides across the taproom. Being a dwarf, he finds the decor rather homey and comfortable. He waits on the barkeep, then inquires about the posted bounty on kobolds.
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[The Granite Cup]

A ragtag group of adventure-seekers sits as comfortably as possibly in chairs that are too small for most of them, squeezing in so as not to be impolite to the others here. A thin halfling with bushy blond hair, stands and speaks to the others.

"Well, boys... we all saw the notices at the Oak and Eagle. We need to get into that dungeon and make a big score. Ask about the kobolds, Gordon." He points to the barkeep, and the party's dwarf gets up and clangs his way over to the bar in his brand new plate mail.

"Ronny, find us a porter." The party gnome nods, rises, and looks around searching for someone specific.

As the party finishes their cheap drinks, the dwarf Gordon buys an ale at the bar, asking, "What's this word about a kobold bounty? My group might like the sound of that."

Meanwhile, Ronny the gnome stops here and there with an ale in hand, asking, "Who's up for a one-day job into the dungeon today?" (He's hoping for a gnome porter, but he'll hire anyone with any infravision over a human.)

The rest of the party waits while the halfling mutters to himself. Folks can see a pair of human clerics, both unkempt, but wearing clean little pins depicting The Raven. The elf and the dragonborn both admire the dragonborn's new sword, and the half-orc looks like he just wants to kill someone. They sit with their empty cups, waiting for news from the others.

[The Oak and Eagle]

Drogo and the other halflings of The Shire party live it up, and enjoy a few drinks bought for them by patrons for good luck. Asking around about the ruins, you hear a few unlikely stories of a ghost that steals souls in the ruins of the keep.

Relf Bluetooth, the half-orc who runs the local outfitters' shop, gives you a bit of advice. "The main dungeon entrance is in the center of the castle ruins. You can't miss it. But it's not the only way to enter. If you poke around the ruins a bit, you'll find other ways down. Oh, and watch out for slimes and molds. They can be deadly! Haha!"

[The Granite Cup]

A wizened old dwarf with an eye patch, Ivanus the Slow, tends bar. He owns the joint, and makes a mean mushroom souffle to serve up with his famous bedrock ale. He grins as both the adventuring dwarves ask about the kobold bounty. "You vant to know about kobolds, yes? Zey are a nuisance, yes? Zat man, a King's Knight, offers bounty."

Looking where Ivanus indicates, you see a well-dressed dwarf, young, with a jaunty feather in his peaked cap, sitting by the fire. He ushers both dwarves over to him an offers both a drink. He speaks in the cultured human accent of the capital, rather than the local dwarven dialect. "The king has sent me to Silverwood after receiving a petition. Kobolds, I'm told, have been leaving the ruins of Yeffal's castle and raiding the surrounding farmsteads. The king has charged me to offer a bounty of one platinum coin per kobold head returned to me here at this inn. If some means of dissuading the kobolds from raiding the locals can be reached and peace held for one month, the king offers a reward of 100 gold to each member of the party that successfully manages this feat."

When Ronny the Gnome makes his offer, a dwarf and a gnome both approach him. The dwarf looks tough as nails, and introduces himself as Garthmond. The gnome, who introduces himself as Airk von Rumple, seems young and eager. "Vat sort of job do you have?" Garthmond asks.

One of the two dwarves to first hear the offer simply nods and offers a muttered thanks as he leaves. He rejoins the overly-tall group waiting at the entrance, and they all leave together.

The dwarf quickly explains the bounty to them. Shouldering their packs, they make their way to the town gates.

Ronny says, "We need a porter, and one who can see in the dark will do better than one who can't, obviously." He looks at the two prospects. "What makes one of you better than the other?"

[Granite Cup]

Airk grins and says, "I can see well in the dark, as all gnomes can. And can carry a load as well as anyone...I'll need a backpack or bags though, as I currently have none."

Garthmond flexes his muscles. "Ja, I'm strong. I can carry vat you vant me to. Und I can see in ze dark as vell. I have a pack, but vould need an axe or short sword for protection."

Either one will work for the standard 2gp per day if you provide the gear they're asking for. Take your pick.

[The Granite Cup]

Ronny thinks for a second, and says, "We'll take you both. But you won't need to fight... leave that to us."

The gnome leads the pair over to the party and introduces Airk and Garthmond. Leon rolls his eyes a bit when he sees two people instead of one, but says nothing.

Ronny adds, "Leon here's in charge of the finances. He'll take care of you."

The halfling shakes four gold out of a pouch and hands two to each porter. He looks around the table and says, "Everybody set?"

"Err.... they asked for a backpack and an axe."

Leon glares at Ronny and says, "Well, we'll have to stop for those on the way out of town. We don't have spares on us. But then no more expenses until we hit the dungeon.... we're running too low on funds."

The halfling raises his cup and says, loudly, "For the Whores?" The group raises their cups in return and shouts, "For the Whores!" The group, however, has nothing left in the cups to drink, so the gesture falls flat. They sheepishly set the cups down on the table and make their way to the exit.

[Silverwood Trading]

The Whores wait outside as Leon enters, looking to purchase a backpack, large sack, and hand axe.

"What news of the dungeon today, good shopkeep, sir?"

[The Oak and Eagle]
  Drogo thanks Relf for the advice and heads back to the table where his group is sat. "Right, got a bit of information on the dungeon. I think we should hit the sack early and wake up proper early and make our way just as the sun comes up. This way we'll be fresh and alert and also cuts down on our torch use." Mungo agrees profusely. While he does so Cottar mimics him the same way but silly. everyone has a laugh. Garret agrees only so he could get a lay in. They get themselves together and head for their rooms and prepare the their early morning journey.

[The Oak and Eagle]

Several patrons wish the jolly halfling party luck in their adventures as they retire to their rooms.

OOC: I'll get your thread started shortly.

[Silverwood Trading]

Relf Bluetooth is out at the Oak and Eagle, but his cleaning boy Charles, is sweeping the floor when the Adventure Whores arrive. The gawky human teenager is more than willing to sell a few items before closing.

OOC: Go ahead and make any last minute purchases. Charles doesn't have any useful information for adventurers.

[Silverwood Trading]

With the last few purchases, the Whores are ready to leave town and head for the dungeon.

Mr. DM, sir, if this is too many steps at once, I'll back up.

[Temple of the Sun]

Arriving back in town out of Cure Light Wounds spells, and still wounded, the Whores stop by the temple to get healed. Overall the Whores need to spend 13 gold pieces on Gordon, Kog, and Greg. And they need to replace some lantern oil. Then it's back to the Oak and Eagle.

As the group walks through town, they tell Airk and Garthmond that they'd like to hire them for the week, and if they say yes, Garthmond can keep the hand axe, and they'll buy Airk one to match.

[Silverwood Trading]

The Whores purchase an oil and a hand axe for Airk, if he agrees to stay on for the week.

Leon doles out a gold piece to everyone so they can enjoy food and drink before they all crash in the common room for the evening.


[The Oak and Eagle]

The Adventure Whores don't look as wide-eyed as they did before they encountered the Dungeon. Keen observers will note there are only seven of them, where there were eight yesterday. But they will enjoy the inn's ambience until it's time to go to sleep.

OOC: No problem skipping through the clerical details, unless you want to try to RP and ask around for information at any of the stops along the way.

Sister Clarion tends to the wounds of the warriors, praying to The Sun, with libations of the Waters of Aquarius and a song to Taurus for strength.

Airk and Garthmond both agree to stay on for one week. Seeing what they saw, the seem relatively untroubled, even by the horrific demise of Vir. Airk gladly accepts an axe to use if needed, and Garthmond thanks you for the gift.

At the Oak and Eagle, the party laments their loss and when Gretta, the proprietor, hears of the loss, she provides dinner to the survivors for free. An older human man with an odd, wide-brimmed hat and handlebar mustache gives them some advice. "Sometimes you eat the b'ar, sometimes the b'ar eats you."

The party members each thank Gretta for the free meal, being sure to tip as if they had paid for their food, unless that's offensive here. OOC: Me and my USA upbringing showing through.

Leon looks at the human and replies, "'Tis true, indeed. Is there anything specific you can tell us about level one of the Dungeon?"

The Stranger rubs his thick mustache and considers. "Now, I ain't never been to the dungeon, but I've heard plenty o' stories 'bout it. I reckon you ain't heard of The Great Pit. Story they told me was it's in the northern part. Goes down several levels, with a bridge across on the first. There was a fella, treasure hunter of some fame so he called himself, who claimed The Great Pit was the fastest way to get to the good treasure. He used a bullwhip to swing down from the bridge to different balconies or somesuch. Another group of kids claimed there was a Hall of the Slain to the south, where the 'rich stuff' as they called it was. Now if you're wondering about what sort of monsters lurk there, well, I reckon Relf Bluetooth or Viola at the Westgate might be the folks to ask."
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Leon thanks the gentleman and buys him an ale as thanks. The Whores spend the rest of the afternoon and evening reminiscing about Vir, even though they didn't know him all that well. The catharsis is good for the group and they head to bed for the night feeling much better about life in general.

The next morning, they pick up Airk and Garthmond, and head out, ready to take on the Dungeon again.

In town, Selen sells (well, returns) his only-used-for-one-day-to-and-from-the-dungeon War Horse for 250 gp, and the party buys a new mace for Marlene to replace the one lost during the whole green slime thing, and the party glares at Sandor as he buys a new set of thieves' tools to replace the ones he apparently lost.

Thieves' Tools -25gp 10 enc.,

Mace -5gp,

War Horse +250gp.

"I still say we could lead the horse down the stairs if we were careful..." says Oswald.

"No, we couldn't," say everybody else in the party.

As long as the horse is now sold back, the party buys 1 coil of rope (in case they find another pit), a crowbar, and 6 more torches.


Rope 1gp 50enc

Crowbar 1gp 50enc

Torches 1gp 120enc

Jabez lost his mace, too. Just a reminder.

Relf Bluetooth, the proprietor of Silverwood Trading, chats with you about your delve. When the subject of slime comes up, he nods his bald head slowly. "Green slime is bad news. Keep torches lit, as fire works well on it. Other slimes and oozes have different vulnerabilities. Some you can kill with weapons, some require fire, ice, or lightning to do the trick. Watch out down there!"

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 19):

This discussion buys enough time for Jabez to realize he needs a new mace, too, and he subtracts 5 gold for it from the party treasury.

"I thought of trying the torch," says Bathia to Relf, "but it seemed likely that at least one of us would get turned to slime while we were trying to use it-- and then there'd be more slime to fight, and more, and more..."

Relf laughs. "Well, you've learned one of the great lessons of adventuring! Sometimes, it's better to just run away and live to delve another day. Ha ha!"

[The House of Gold]

We accept Arvan's offer of 630 for the statuette, and divvy it up among the party, paying Airk and Garthmond their daily cost from it. We bid Arvan a cheerful farewell and head out.

[Weaponsmith]

We ask Justin and his staff for plate mail armor for Acidum, and hope to trade in his banded mail for it. If we need to wait a few days, we will. It will give our spellcasters a chance to see if the liquid inside the pewter flask is magical or just wine or something.

[Rupert's Tower, if needed]

We bid Rupert fair day, and ask him if he can identify the liquid in the pewter flask we found.


Just let me know how much all this costs, and if we need to spend a couple nights at the Oak and Eagle, we'll all spend 1 gp per night in the 6-person rooms.

[The House of Gold]

Arvan strokes his long white beard as he examines the statuette. "You know, I think this may be an image of Geryon. I've heard Yeffal was partial to that demon. Of course, we all know it was Yarluap the demon he summoned that ended his reign. Here's your gold. Don't spend it all in one place...unless you come back here to buy jewelry! Ha!"

[Weaponsmithy]

Justarin sizes up Acidum and examines his banded armor. "I'll take it off your hands for 25gp, or reduce the price of the plate by that much. Amounts to the same," the large human man says. "I've got a suit partially completed. I could make the adjustments for you, sir, it should only take five days or so."

[Oak and Eagle]

The party uses a spell and examines the bottle. It is not magical. Would you like to open it, or take it to Rupert?
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[The House of Gold]

Leon assures Arvan that when the group is rich enough to look for personal jewelry, that they'll be back.

OOC: What's that Tax on recovered Loot? We'll want to pay that before we head out again. I couldn't find it.

[The Granite Cup]

The party again scrunches into a small huddle in the pub while Gordon takes the pewter bottle over to the bartender, making sure it is as clean as possible before he gets there. Gordon holds up a couple of gold pieces and points back toward the Whores's table.

"Got a question for ya. We found this bottle in the Dungeon, and we know it's not magical. I was hoping you could tells us whether we found a premium brew or vintage, or whether the thing's just gone bad over time. Give's a hand, would ya?"

In reply to The Adventure Whores (msg # 24):

OOC: The tax is only assessed if you want to store your earnings in the town vault (which is safe from theft). If you wish to find your own private place to store your loot, you can do that as well. Here's the relevant section:



[The Granite Cup]

Ivanus the Slow takes the pewter bottle and swishes it around, listening to the contents inside. He checks the cork and the bottom for a maker's mark, but finds nothing. "No clue." The dwarf carefully screws in a corkscrew and pulls at it. When the cork clears the lip of the bottle, a cloud of horrible smelling greenish gas pours out of it and quickly fills the taproom.

Dwarves and gnomes scatter, breaking off their arm-wrestling and drinking to flee, retching at the putrid odor. Ivanus falls to the ground, himself losing his lunch all over the floor behind the bar before crawling to the door.

[assuming you all exit as well...] When Ivanus recovers enough to speak, he glowers at the Adventure Whores. "What was that? Some sort of prank? Don't set foot in my tavern again!"

You notice the smell is sticking to your clothes, quite possibly your skin and hair as well. People passing on the street give you (and the dwarves and gnomes who were present) wide berth.

OOC: Thanks. This had me wondering:



[Outside the Granite Cup]

Gordon decides against trying to explain, so he simply shouts out how sorry he is, and the Whores make their way to the Trade Bazaar, trying to offend as few people with their odor as possible.

[The Trade Bazaar]

The Whores keep their distance as Leon shops for soap and more wineskins with wine in them. Then it's back outside the gates to wash off the stench in the Ashel River with as much soap and wine as it takes.

[Trade Bazaar]

Luckily, the trade bazaar is an open-air affair with tents, stalls and carts set up in an open square. The normal crowds give the adventurers plenty of room when their odor becomes apparent. The party buys eight wineskins and several cakes of soap, then goes to the river to wash up. [8gp for the wine, 1sp for the soap]

All cleaned up, the now fresh-smelling adventurers are free to roam around town again without upsetting other townsfolk.

[The Oak and Eagle]

We seem to have plenty of time before Acidum's plate armor is finished. After a night at the Oak and Eagle (1 gp, 5 sp/person), we will get ready to enter the Dungeon again the next day. Same armor, same spells, etc.

The Flames of the Sun return to town for their second day, to sell the stuff they found in the dungeon this time. Not a lot, but certainly more than day one...

Where would you like to try to sell them? You may want to try Silverwood Trading, the Weaponsmithy, the Trade Bazaar, or find a private buyer at one of the local watering holes.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 30):

Let's start at the Weaponsmithy. If there's anything they don't want (those little goblin horns, perhaps?), I guess we'll go to the Trade Bazaar second.

[Weaponsmithy]

Justarin the smith looks at the goblin weapons that the Flames of the Sun brought back to town. He holds up one of the short swords and flicks it with his finger. A dull tone rings from it. "It's not the best quality steel, but it is steel at least. I wouldn't forge weapons from this quality metal myself, but I melt them down and use these for other items. I'll give you 10 gold for the lot of swords. The crossbows and horns, however, I have no interest in."

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 32):

"We'll take it. We'll try selling the rest elsewhere..."

Justarin hands over 10gp and bids you a good day.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 34):

"...Why are we just standing here? I thought we said we'd go to the trade bazaar thing next," said Oswald.

"...I was waiting for the rest of you to go," said Selen.

"We were waiting for you to go. You're supposed to be the leader..."

"Sure, in combat situations, but I didn't want to seem pushy--"

"Would you all start walking there already!" yelled Jabez.

[The Trade Bazaar]

The party heads to the bazaar. It is an open air market, with tents and booths set up in a square surrounded by small shops and kiosks. Merchants from afar as well as local craftsmen sell a variety of goods -- food and drink, tools, clothes of all sorts, household items, spices, books, weapons and armor, and animals.

The party wanders around to all of the weapon merchants, but find none who are interested in buying goblin crossbows. A toy merchant does offer 2sp for each of the brass horns (1gp total if you sell them).

You could try to find buyers for the crossbows among the other customers (i.e. set up your own shop for the afternoon) if you like, or try somewhere else.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 36):

We'll take the 1 gold for the horns... I guess let's try Silverwood Trading to unload the crossbows. So to speak.

[Silverwood Trading]

Relf Bluetooth looks over the crossbows with a critical eye. "Goblin bows, eh? Not the best craftsmanship, but functional. I can pay you 7 gold each, 35 gold total for them. Did you know that a goblin princess has the power to spin straw into gold? Sounds like a cockamamie children's tale, but I've seen it with my own eyes. Oh, and watch out for the Redcap. Rumor has it that it has a nice store of treasure, but it's hard to catch since it can turn invisible."

Any other town business? Or back to the ruins after a night's sleep?

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 38):

We take the 35 gold, and then it's off to unwind for the evening, study the one spell, and return to the dungeons tomorrow...

The Whores return to town, paying Airk and Garthmond from the electrum they found, and make a quick stop at the Temple to get Gregory healed (again using the electrum).

Then it's back to the Oak and Eagle for some food and drink, tales of the dungeon, and a good night's rest for tomorrow's dungeon run.

The night at the Oak and Eagle is fairly quiet, until Toutates the Priest, who tends the Sacred Grotto, enters with a small entourage of nature worshipers. One of them is from out of town, and keeps asking the druid about the Ruins of Yeffal.

Toutates strokes his rich black beard. "Yeffal had truck with demons, as you all know. Unnatural creatures that need to be sent back to Hell. Also the undead, likewise abominations against nature. Yet he also had servants of a more natural sort. Of course the orcs and goblins, but also great grey worms and some say even a dragon."

Old Harvel, the dwarven jeweler and moneychanger harumphs at that. "The real legends of Yeffal are about the treasures he stole. Using his dark magic, he plundered crown jewels from a score of nations, plus various nobles and knights and rival magicians. The Eye of the Frost Troll was an amber gem with a black impurity the size of a quail's egg. Then there was the Jewel of Vendredi, Edreal's Heirloom Mirror, and Baroness Lysette's Brooch, among many others. Never mind the monsters, it's those treasures he stole that show the real evil of Yeffal."

A group of dragonborn adventurers, armed to the teeth, enters the Oak and Eagle and listens to the tales about the ruins. When the tales end, for now, anyway, one of the dragonborn makes his way across the room to Old Harvel.

"We set out for the ruins tomorrow," he says, trying to hide his nervousness. "Can you tell us about the Keep? Bart thought we should start there and he's our boss...."

Harvel nods and strokes his beard. "Ah, the Keep? That's where Yeffal had his throne room. Also, so it's said, where he practiced his magic experiments. My grandsire was one of the dwarves taken slave by Yeffal and forced to work on the construction. He, like all the other builders, was never seen again. I'll tell you this, Yeffal wouldn't have needed so many dwarven engineers if he didn't want to fill up the keep with secret passages. Oh, and I'm sure some of the looted great treasures must be there, where he could have admired them, rather than down in the dungeons guarded by who knows what. Best of luck to you. And remember, if you come back with gems and jewels, I'll be happy to trade them in for cash...for a small surcharge."

The dragonborn thanks the jeweler and refills Harvel's cup before returning to the table full of dragonborn to relay what he said in case they missed anything.

The next morning, we will head for the ruins after breakfast.

The party of dragonborn heads to the Temple of the Sun, getting the party healed for a total of 10 gp.

Then it's off to see Arvan at the House of Gold - we'd like to exchange all that copper for gold, please.

At the House of Gold, Arvan Hasrels eyes the bags of coins greedily. He's visibly disappointed when he sees they're full of coppers to be cashed in for gold coin. "Here I thought you lot had made a score worth bragging about," he grumbles as he breaks out his scales to weight the copper coins. After certifying the amount, he hands over 80 gold coins in exchange for the copper. "Any other services I can offer you today?"

"No, good sir, but if we find ourselves a score worth bragging about, we'll come see you again. We were just glad to kill those ghouls before they killed us." With that we head to the Oak and Eagle to spend some of these gold coins (50 gp for meals, drinks, separate rooms, living it up.) We listen for any rumors of note.

At the Oak and Eagle

Gretta serves her finest roast mutton, garlic and potato stew, fine wine, and whatever the high-spending dragonborn wish for, glad to have a party with plenty of gold to spend in her inn.

Talk around the inn centers on the dungeon with the Party Posse in the common room. An old-timer dwarf tells the party that if they're in trouble in the dungeon, search for a "door of yellow mist" which, if they step through it, will transport them directly home to Silverwood.

A group of trappers and woodsmen talk about the Knockers that inhabit the ruined Keep. The Knockers, they claim, are crafty and sly, but will serve a True Knight or Maiden without betrayal. All others should beware.

The next morning, we will gear up and head out for the Keep again, hoping to reach the spot with the doors left and right that we already explored without any trouble.

At the Oak and Eagle

The Flames of the Sun adventuring party arrives at The Oak and Eagle. Selen, Andre, and Marlene head inside... the others stay outside on the street, with the body.

"Hey," says Selen to the room. "We found a body in the dungeon... Dragonborn fighter of some sort... was wearing torn-up plate mail? Might have been killed by ghouls, maybe? We brought back the body in case his party wanted to bury him... Sound familiar to anyone...?"

The Oak and Eagle

Greta Valendenier, the owner of the inn, comes out. "Dead adventurer? I'd better go take a look."

She steps outside and views the remains, then comes back inside. "When you said dragonborn, I thought it might have been one of the group that came through recently. Eight dragonfolk together. I've got a good memory for customers, now, and this one was with the mixed race group that mostly frequented The Granite Cup. Probably because the dwarf in the group is the leader...or maybe the gnome. In any case, best take the remains to the Temple of the Sun. Sister Clarion can prepare the remains for burial or cremation or floating down the river on a canoe. When the Adventure Harlots get back in town, if I see them, I'll send them that way."

Selen shrugs. "Makes sense to me. C'mon, guys."

The Temple of the Sun


The Flames of the Sun speak to Sister Clarion about the dead dragonborn adventurer...

The Temple of the Sun

Sister Clarion directs a pair of acolytes to assist with the body. It is placed on a table in a side chamber. Removing a cone of incense from a small wooden case, she puts it in a bronze censor and lights it, then swings the censor around the body, masking the smell of decay with incense smoke as she recites The Prayer to the Sun at the End of the Day.

After performing the preparation ritual, she returns to the Flames of the Sun. "You have done a good deed for this poor soul. I would like to reward you with a small token of gratitude." She hands a rolled up parchment to Selen, who appears to be the leader.

"By the way, if you are returning to the Great Dungeon soon, would you be interested in performing a small task for me?"

Selen absently hands it to the party standing behind him. "I'll just hold onto that, thank you," says Marlene, taking it it out of his hand. Jabez makes a slightly annoyed face, but doesn't argue.



"We're... interested to hear what you have in mind..." says Selen...

Sister Clarion places her hands together in a prayer-like gesture. "Three years ago, a group of adventurers were exploring the ruins. They claimed that they discovered the lost entrance to the Well of Bones, a tomb once used by the Church of the Sun before Yeffal built his castle on the site. However, the party later suffered some bad luck, and the only survivor of the expedition retired and took a boat down river, never to return. They never told me exactly where the Well of Bones was located, but I know from other things they told me that it was somewhere in the northern part of the first level, near the Great Pit.

"The Well itself may well be very dangerous. I do not doubt that Yeffal corrupted the bodies of those laid to rest there if he found it, which he likely did. Yet, there are likely some great treasures there. The records of the Temple suggest that a magical giant-slaying sword named Hofud may be there, as well as a cloak that obscures the wearer.

"I think exploring the Well may be dangerous for you, but if you could confirm for me the location of the entrance, I would reward you each with 50 gold coins."

"...We'll go do our best," Selen agrees. "...Anything else you can tell us about any possible dangers on the way...?"

Clarion looks at Selen with compassion. "The tomb was lost to us over four hundred years ago. The best case scenario would be that Yeffal never discovered it while constructing the labyrinth beneath his castle. In that case, aside from a few traps to discourage grave robbers, the danger should be low. Given the extent of the dungeons, however, and the fact that the adventurers I mentioned earlier found a way in, I would guess Yeffal did indeed discover the Well of Bones. As he did with other earlier works beneath his castle, I can only assume he used foul magics to turn the interred holy men and women into abominations. He may even have summoned demonic guardians and placed them there to guard the treasure. If you do find the entrance, bring word to me rather than risking your own lives trying to plumb its depths."

Selen raises an eyebrow and nods.

"Yeah, don't worry," mutters Sandor as they leave. "We're broke because we'd rather be alive than maybe-rich..."

Any other town business? Or would you like to start a new delve?

Did we get anything we can sell this last time?

I won't be shocked if you say no...


If yes, we go and sell it.

If no, yeah, time to start a new delve.
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In reply to The Flames of the Sun (msg # 61):

I just looked through the last delve thread. Looks like the treasure you found was the 2000cp and the two tin serpent rings. Based on your last post I assume you're going to try to sell them.

Oh, and that's 20XP from treasure for the group. Not much, but you did cover a lot of ground in the dungeon, and found out a few interesting things in the two delves...

The House of Gold

Arvan Hasrel, the elder dwarf, wakes up from a nap when you enter the shop. He welcomes you, saying, "So, you found something in the dungeons that you want to sell? Well, let me see it. I haven't got all day."

No one else is in the shop, and he was napping, giving the lie to his request for urgency.

We show Hasrel what we found...

The House of Gold

Old Arvan isn't one to show much emotion aside from avarice, but when he sees the tin rings his face visible pales and his hands tremble slightly. "I won't buy these," he whispers.

After he takes a moment to settle down, he continues in his normal grumbly voice. "They belonged to that snake cult. Thought they could summon some demon or dark god to raise Yeffal from the dead or some nonsense. Maybe a century back, when I was middle-aged, they came to Silverwood. Threw around a lot of money. Got some young humans and a few gnomes to follow them. Tried to set up a shrine in the dungeon. Their leader was rich. Probably a noble's son. He wore proper jewelry, some fine pieces. All the other cult members wore these rings. You might want to keep them as souvenirs, but I won't buy them since I know no one in town will buy them off of me."

"...But we found these off bodies that... well... we presumed that they'd just died recently... Could the cult be starting up again...?"

The House of Gold

"I certainly hope not."

Okay, I've deducted a night's sleep for the party from our petty cash... time for a new delve in the morning, please

As the Whores enter town, their first stop is...

Temple of the Sun

We pay the 10 gp to get our fighters healed up. Then it's off to...

The Oak and Eagle

We pay 8 gp for upstairs rooms for the group, and while we are there, Leon opens the stoppered bottle, giving the contents a sniff if nothing like the last time we opened a bottle happens.

The Oak and Eagle

When the Adventure Whores arrive, Greta Valendenier, the proprietor, comes up to you. "Another group of adventurers brought back the remains of a dragonborn from the dungeon. I think it might have been the one with you. They took the body to the Temple of the Sun. Thought you'd like to know. Dinner and a round of drinks are on the house for you lot tonight. It's the least I could do."

Later, upstairs, the party opens the mysterious bottle. There's a clear, syrup-like liquid inside that smells faintly of raspberry and black licorice.

The Oak and Eagle

Everybody stares at the open bottle for a moment, then Gordon says, "Well, only one way to find out." He takes a small sip of the liquid.

The Oak and Eagle

Gordon Stubbytoes gasps 'Poison!' and falls to the floor. He looks dead.


09:23, Today: Dungeon Master, on behalf of The Adventure Whores, rolled 7 using 1d20.  Gordon's Save vs Poison (8).

Uh-oh. Our clerics check Gordon to see if he's all dead, or just mostly dead.

The clerics quickly realize there's only one thing they can do...go through his pockets and look for loose change.

We split up his money, and head for the Temple of the Sun, not just to ID Vir, but to have them prepare Gordon for burial. Acidum stoppers the poison, wondering if he'll be able to feed it to a monster later.

The Temple of the Sun

Sister Clarion greets The Adventure Whores when they bring in Gordon's corpse. "The Sun has set for this fellow, may it continue to shine on the remainder of your party." She performs a blessing with the help of her acolytes. When that is finished, she asks, "Will he be interred in the Dwarven fashion? Also, I believe we have another of your companions, a Dragonborn."

She discusses the details of handling the remains with the party.

Acidum replies, "Yes, we think the Dwarven way would be best. And my predecessor, Vir, though I did not know him, should have his body burned. He would want that much, I know."

The Adventure Whores finish their discussion with the clerics, thank them for their efforts, and return to spend the night at the Oak and Eagle.

The next day, we look for a dwarven adventurer to fill in our empty spot.

OOC: Feel free to roll up a new PC any time.

Aronson the Average has just joined the Adventure Whores, and we head to the city gate. Crossing the river, we stop at the Westgate Inn.

Westgate Inn

We find ourselves a table and order drinks, asking if Viola has a moment to talk to us. We would like to enlist her help with a small matter.

The Westgate Inn

Viola looks around. A pair of drunks sleep it off in one corner. A trio of rough-looking women play dice behind the fireplace. A scarred halfling is enjoying second...or maybe third...breakfast while toying with a wicked looking dagger. "I've got time. How can I help?"

"We have this item for sale, and wondered if you might know of a buyer for this sort of thing."

Viola nods. "I think I may know a buyer. Come back this time tomorrow. Or stay. Jerend brought in some meat he claims is venison. We made a mushroom stew as well. And we have a new keg of ale from Honeyhaven."

"Thank you, I think we'll stay." We'll give Airk and Garthmond the night off and tell them to find us again for more work in a day or two. The group pays for the 4-person rooms for the party.

The Westgate Inn

The fare is good, and the meat may indeed be venison. The Halflings of Honeyhaven make some of the best ale around, rivaled only by that brewed by the Gray Friars here in Silverwood.

While lounging around the common room, the scarred halfling stops scowling at the group and finally comes over. He doesn't introduce himself. "Rumor has it, Yeffal stole the brooch of Baroness Lysette of Caswaddon. It's a jade and ivory cameo of her paramour. They say that you can only reach it if you call on the demon lord Geryon to open the way. Worth quite a bit of gold, that brooch. If someone were to find it, I know how to contact the House of Caswaddon."

With a nod of thanks, Leon replies, "We'll keep an eye out for that next time we're in the Dungeon."

The Westgate Inn

The next morning, Viola greets the adventurers. "I heard back from my associate. He offers you 160 gold for the item we discussed. Is it a deal?"

"It is." We will make the exchange wherever Viola wants us to.

The Westgate Inn

Viola returns with a bag of gold coins about an hour later. She takes the item and hands it to one of her stable boys to deliver it. "Anything else you need today?"

"No, not today, but you have our gratitude for the help, and for the fine hospitality." We will again help ourselves to the Honeyhaven ale before leaving the Westgate Inn. We enter town again and head for the House of Gold.

House of Gold

We greet Arvel, and ask him about two services - first to cash out the 100 gp garnet we found, and also coloring up our 670 silver into gold.

The House of Gold

Arvan gets out his eye-piece and examines the garnet. "A fine specimen. Worth 100 gold, and of course with my commission that's 97 gold for you all. I'll exchange the silvers for you free of charge."

The old dwarf gets out his scales and weights the silver coins, and then weighs out the gold he owes you, handing over 164gp to the party for the gem and silver.

We thank him and stay at the Oak and Eagle for another day, and collect Airk and Garthmond for our next delve if they still want to stay on the payroll.

Garthmond and Airk show up the next morning, with their lanterns, ready to resume duty as linkboys.

The party sets out...

The House of Gold

The Party Posse returns to town, immediately heading to the House of Gold to see Arvel.

Nelson says to Arvel, "This time, good sir, we have a haul worth celebrating. Would you please help us out a bit?"

Needing cash for pearls and topazes, and gold for the silver and copper.

The House of Gold

Arvan breaks into a grin at the sight of a second adventuring party coming in on the same day. "Oh, you lot again," he smirks at the all-Dragonborn party. "Well, let's see what you got."

His smirk fades and is quickly changes into a smile of delight when he sees the gems the party brought in. "Oh, now these pearls will be just perfect for a piece I'm working on. I'd value each at 500 gold, so 2000 altogether. Of course, I get my cut, 3%. Oh, and the topaz seem to be worth 50 gold each, so another 100, minus my commission. So that's 2100 gold, minus 3% or 2,037 gold."

It takes him a while to measure out the coins. Finally, he exchanges the copper and silver coins for an additional 310gp.

Grinning in happiness this time, Arvan politely thanks the Party Posse for their business, and asks them to visit him again if they ever find such precious gems or jewels in the future.

"Certainly, good sir!" We take a moment to divvy up the gold between us. Then we head to the Temple of the Sun.

Temple of the Sun

We will pay 5 gp to get Ralph healed, again thanking the clerics for their help. The we will head for the monastery.

Grey Friars Monastery

When the friars make time for us, we ask them for the details in crafting Potions of Healing, as we are interesting in purchasing some if we can.

Grey Friar's Monastery

The monks all wear long gray hooded robes, and about half of them have taken vows of silence. One of them, Rector Ringenberg, takes you to see the alchemist, Brother Holger. He nods at your request. "Yes, I can make a healing potion for you. It costs 250 gold, and will take me four days to complete it. If you would like two, I can have both ready in one week, at the cost of 500 gold. I can save a day by preparing a double batch of ingredients, you see."

"Actually, we were hoping for three. Is that possible at this time? If not, we'll still buy two potions."

The Grey Friar's Monastery

Brother Holger nods. "Ten days, and 750 gold. If you like, I can start right away."

We will hand over 750 gold, and tell him he has a deal, and that starting right away would be wonderful. We will return in ten days for the potions.

Next we will head to the....

Trade Bazaar

We are looking for any magical items, obviously.

Trade Bazaar

The Party Posse spends quite a bit of time at the Bazaar. There are merchants from near and far, selling all sorts of interesting items, foods, and rare items.

Today, the only magic item they find for sale is an enchanted dagger. The merchants, a blustery, portly middle-aged fellow from Calamesh and his wife, a stick-thin young tattooed woman from Mishquewanakwa, claim it is of the second order or potency, and thus they are asking for 5000 gold for the weapon.

We let them know that it'll have to wait, thanks, and head for the town vaults.

When we arrive we ask about:



We are ready to pay the 250 gp, and have 1000 gp to store in the vaults.

Town Hall

A young-looking dwarf greets the Party Posse as they enter, and shows them into the office of Tallenhauser. He's a wizened gnome with a bulbous nose and curly white hair. He pushes his monocle onto his right eye when he hears that the party plans to donate the Towne Ransomme.

"Very good, very good, yes. I say, that's very good of you fellows. The dragon Nevadormis will be pleased, yes, I do believe. Are you paying cash? Yes? Excellent. So that's 250 for the ransomme, and you wish to store a further 1000 gold coins, yes? Very well. Just a moment."

The gnome gets out a large ledger book, leafs through it to the last entry page, and takes down the party's details and records their deposit. He then explains that the party need only provide proof of deposit by placing a hand on the Telling Stone, a big red slate tablet which he drags from behind his counter.

"Once each of you has placed a hand on the Telling Stone, it will remember you. Any of you can then retrieve your deposited funds, in full or in part you know, at any time. Business hours only, of course, don't you know. And public holidays are right out, oh no, can't do business on Fair Day or during the Solar Holidays, or The Festival of Stars. Surely you understand. If cash will be needed on those days, please come the day before to make any withdrawals. Can I be of any other service to you?"

Once we have placed our hands on the Telling Stone, we tell Tallenhauser that we'll be back later for further business and thank him for his time. Finally, it's off to the Oak and Eagle. We watch our packs, opting for a more subdued celebration this time.

The Oak and Eagle

We'll stay overnight in the 4-person rooms, enjoying the atmosphere of the place.


The next day we gear up and head for the dungeon again.

First, we head for the town vaults.

When we arrive we ask about:




We are ready to pay the 250 gp, and have 400 gp to store in the vaults.

Town Hall

Tallenhauser, the town reeve, adjust his monocle and collar nervously when The Adventure Whores ask about paying the Towne Ransomme.

"My goodness, that's very kind of you, very kind," the gnome stammers. "But, well, you see, we have a problem. Yes, well, I suppose it's not a problem for me, but I'm afraid it will be a problem for you. Or maybe not. This month's ransomme, don't you know, has, how shall I put it, already been accounted for. Yes, that's a good way to put it. Already been accounted for. You could come back next month, I'm sure. The dragon is always looking for his ransomme, and the Lord Mayor dislikes having to pay out of his own coffers, you see. Mmm, yes. Would you still like to deposit the 400 gold? Or would that be 650 gold to deposit?"

So does that mean we still have to pay the ten percent? If so, then we will deposit 660 gold pieces.

(Or something - I suck at math. I'm trying to net a 600 gp deposit.)

Town Hall

Tallenhauser does a quick bit of math on a slate with chalk. "Yes, if you'd like an even 600 gold deposited in the account, you should deposit 666 gold, 6 silver and 6 copper. Taking the 10% tax from that, you see, will net you an even 600 gold in your account, and the Lord Mayor will have his due.

"It's a win-win, you see. I know many try to avoid taxes, but it does pay for the town watch, building the stone walls to replace the wooden palisade, don't you know, and, well, repairs to the clock tower if the parts to repair it can ever be found. More as well, but I'm sure you don't care about all the details. I find them fascinating, of course."

"Of course, of course." We deposit that amount for the net 600 deposit.

Then we will buy sixteen waterskins for Airk and Garthmond to split up and hold on to for the next delve. We spend a comfortable night at the Oak and Eagle, and in the morning, Ronny switches spells, opting for Detect Magic for today. Then as we leave town for the Dungeon again, we have the porters fill all the waterskins and carry them in their backpacks. Then it's back to the Dungeon.


(If that's too much at one time I will chop it up in pieces.)

Silverwood Trading

Relf Bluetooth, the only half-orc businessman in town, raises an eyebrow when the Adventure Whores purchase so many waterskins. "Taking a trip to the dungeon, or the desert?" he quips. Of course he's happy to ring up the sale.

"Mind if I ask what all the water will be for? I used to delve the dungeon a bit in my youth, you know. Might have some advice for you."

If you'd rather not chat with Relf, feel free to have a relaxing evening at the Oak and Eagle and I'll start your new delve thread.

"Well, we found a dry basin with a statue in there, and call it one of Ronnie's crazy theories, but if the basin had enough water in it...."

"Worst we can do is try, right?"

Silverwood Trading

"Har! That's a good plan as any. What sort of statue did you say? Was it the dragonslaying saint? Or the four child monarchs?"

"Neither... it was a nude human man bending down to grab at water. We never found anything like you mentioned. Besides a centaur fountain, that is."

Relf wiggles his ears at that. "Sounds interesting. I never saw anything like that years ago. So you made it to the third level to find the centaur statue, right?"

"Not exactly. The one we saw was on the first level, and we've only been down to the second. Perhaps we'll find it later." With that, we thank Relf and head to the inn for the night.

Silverwood Trading

Relf bids you farewell. As you leave, you hear him mutter to himself, "I know that centaur fountain was on the third level before. Did something move it?"

The Oak and Eagle

After a refreshing night's sleep, the party is ready to head out again. Garthmond and Airk report for duty as well, their lanterns cleaned and oil flasks filled.

Off we go.

The adventure Whores return to town and make their first stop at the...

Westgate Inn

We take a seat and enjoy some Honeyhaven Ale while looking around for the scarred halfling. If he's not around, Leon will ask Viola politely if she knows when he'll be back.

The Westgate Inn

The scarred halfling is in the common room, playing backgammon with a hulking half-orc wearing an eye patch. When he sees the Adventure Whores, he smiles. "Well, lads, what can I do for you today?" You notice the half-orc looks put out at the game being interrupted.

We exchange non-threatening glances, then Kog nudges Aronson. While Acidum speaks to the halfling, Aronson says to the half-orc, "Here... why don't ye have one 'r two on us, while we ask yer friend a question or you? Won't take a moment. Sorry t'interrupt yer game."

Meanwhile, Acidum says quietly to the halfling, "I think we found what that person you mentioned might want. I thought you might let them know. We'll be staying at the Oak and Eagle for a few days so they can reach us. Sorry to interrupt your game. Have a couple on us."


We'll spend a few gold appeasing the pair of backgammon players and head for...

Town Hall

When we have some privacy, we speak to Tallenhauser about storing this little bauble for us. "Sorry, though... have no idea what the thing's worth at the moment...."

The Westgate Inn

The Halfling frowns, but nods. "Yeah, I know what yer talkin' about. Lemme make some inquiries. Come back same time tomorrow?" He happily accepts the offer of a drink or two.

The Half-Orc doesn't look anywhere near as happy. "Have a drink now? Why that would spoil my concentration more than you did already, would it not? I think not. Good day to you, sirrah dwarf."

The Halfling shrugs. "Slide them coins this way, then. I'm havin' me some sausage and eggs to go wit' the grog."

When the party leaves, the Halfling orders more food and drink and the Half-Orc grumbles and mutters under his breath, arms folded over his chest.

Town Hall

Tallenhauser greets you and has a look at the fine piece of jewelry you've recovered. "Hmm, yes, I do believe this is quite valuable. Something about it seems familiar, even. Yes, I should say so. Quite. One moment, let me check the record books. The records were started by my grandfather, Tallenhowser. I think I remember reading about a piece like this."

The Gnome pulls out a large, leatherbound volume of finely hand-written text. He gets a magnifying glass and scans the first page, which has the look of a ledger book, then flips pages to the middle of the book. "Ah, turned right to my page. My lucky day, I should think. Hmm, yes. This looks like the Baroness Lysette's Brooch. Stolen by the evil wizard Yeffal, of course, as you surely know, and hidden within his dungeons. But then that must be where you came across it, am I right? Of course I can store it for you, but you'll need to discuss its disposition with the Lord Mayor. Any tax owed can be settled after discussion with Sir Constantus. Do you know where Axehaven Manor is? Just south of town. Go out the south gate, past the horse pastures, and you can't miss it."

Acidum puts on his best smile. "Why, thank you. You know," the dragonborn adds, "I hope there's an appropriate finder's fee... let's see, armor, weapons, the right info, the right spells, it took a lot to get that thing. I'd hate for us to be taxed right into bankruptcy."

Town Hall

"Finders fee? Oh, yes. The Caswaddon family will pay dearly to get that family heirloom back, I should definitely say. I think, I mean I know, as I'm sure you do as well, that the Lord Mayor personally likes to oversee such big exchanges. It's his town, don't you know? Of course you know that. Well, I'd be off to Axehaven Manor if I were you. I surely would. Oh, and the tax rate on such items is no different than on other treasures. Ten percent of the value to the town. Sir Constantus will inform me of how much you receive as your reward, and how much tax is to be collected. Oh yes, he's very good about that."

"Well, thank you, again." Acidum smiles again and we leave the town hall heading south out of town to...

Axehaven Manor

We knock, ring the bell or otherwise make ourselves known politely when we arrive.

Axehaven Manor

The manor house is about 10 minutes' walk south of the town's southern gate. It is a large stone house with three wattle-and-daub wings that look to have been later additions to the original stone building.

Ringing the bell at the front door, a servant answers within minutes. After hearing of your business, your party is escorted to a side chamber with comfortable wooden chairs, a large fireplace with a small fire burning, and a window looking out over the river to the west. The stuffed heads of two deer, a black bear, and what must either be a giant eagle, griffon, or hippogriff decorate the wall opposite the window.

Sir Constantus, a healthy looking man in his late fifties, enters, flanked by two guards who take positions just inside the door, holding bardiche pole arms at attention. The Lord Mayor has a salt-and-pepper beard and gray temples, but the rest of his hair is black. He wears a fine doublet and hose, and has a battle axe strapped to his back and a pair of daggers in his belt. "Please, sit. I hear you have recovered one of the lost artifacts stolen by Yeffal many years ago. May I see it please?"

Despite the polite phrasing, you get the definite impression he's not making a request, but you also note a hint of excitement in his voice.

Acidum bows slightly and replies, "I do apologize, Lord Mayor, but it resides in the town vaults at the moment. We feared that thieves might catch wind of our recovery and try to take it for themselves. We felt that was for the best for now."

Hesitating for a moment, Acidum continues. "There is one thing you should know, Lord Mayor. We would not have known where to search for the cameo were it not for the help of a halfling at the Westgate Inn. He gave us the clue we needed to reach it, and said he knew how to reach the Caswaddon family. He has distinctive scars... perhaps you know of him?"

The Lord Mayor motions to one of the guards when he hears the news that the object is in the town vault. The guard steps out of the room.

The Lord Mayor then listens as you tell of the halfling. "I don't know of that person. Perhaps he is from Honeyhaven, or parts farther away. The Caswaddon family are not Halfling, of course, but that does not mean what he says is untrue. He could be an agent of the family. I, however, can assure you that I can send word to the family through the baron. It will take some time, as my magister will need to prepare the proper spells. If you would like to deal with this agent, that is your choice, but by decree the transaction may not take place within the town walls. That may be why this halfling met you at the Westgate."

A servant enters with a scroll, followed by the guard who stepped out. Sir Constantus takes the scroll and whispers a few instructions to the servant, and then she leaves.

"I have the record of the item. Would you please describe the one you found, since it is not yet here for me to inspect? I will compare it to my records."

"Tallenhauser called it Baroness Lysette's Brooch. It's made of jade and ivory, and shows a lordly human male on its face. Outstanding workmanship, from what we could tell."

The Lord Mayor strokes his beard and smiles. "Ah, I've read of this piece many times. It sounds like an exquisite piece of craftsmanship. Well, join me for refreshments in the feast hall while my servants fetch the brooch from Tallenhauser."

You are led to the back area of the stone section of the house, to a large chamber with wooden pillars supporting the roof, a dais at the far end with a long table for the Lord Mayor and honored guests, and two long plank tables with benches for other guests. Without ceremony, the Lord Mayor sits at one of the long benches while servants bring in some loaves of bread, roasted venison, boiled vegetables, and a small tun of ale and serve you as you like.

By the time you finish eating, Tallenhauser arrives with a quartet of guards and hands the brooch to the mayor. He examines it with care, and the gnome reeve points out several details to the knight. They both consult their records, and agree that it is indeed the missing Brooch of Baroness Lysette.

"I have sent word for Rupert, the town Mage, to prepare spells to contact the Caswaddon family, but as your party discovered the jewel, I will leave the disposition to you. If you wish, I will continue to contact them and act as a broker. Otherwise, you are free to let the halfling you spoke of act as your broker. What say you?"

"I believe we prefer to have you continue to contact the Caswaddon family, Lord Mayor," Acidum replies, looking around the group. Only Leon looks a bit put out. "We are starting to wonder if that halfling even knows how to contact the family at all. For all we know, it might wind up in a different private collection."

"Prudent. I will contact Rupert and have him contact the Caswaddon Family tomorrow. Please come back here after lunch and we can conclude our business."

The Whores return to the Oak and Eagle and stay another night, until it is time to visit their halfling acquaintance at the...

Westgate Inn

The Whores sit down, and with the remaining petty cash they have, enjoy another Honeyhaven Ale while they wait for the scarred halfling to come along.

The Westgate Inn

The scarred halfling comes in after you've waited maybe half an hour or so. He comes up to you and climbs up on a stool. Leaning in, he speaks in hushed tones. "My buddy whose game you interrupted yesterday is getting a crew together to try and jump you. I heard from my associate, who is a stable groom for Baron Gusorio and used to work as a groom for the Caswaddons, that they are offering a reward of 5000 gold for the return. If you pass the brooch to me, Gardth won't be able to find it on you if he tries to strongarm you. Then I can get the brooch to the the groom unnoticed, and then get the money to you. I only ask for a ten percent brokerage fee. What do you say?"

In equally hushed tones, Leon replies, "Well, there's a snag, you see? We took the thing to the vaults to prevent someone from jumping us for it, and Tallenhauser recognized it. He sent us to the Lord Mayor and he sent guards to fetch it from the vaults. So we don't even have it anymore ourselves."

Holding a hand up to stave off a protest (if possible) Leon continues, "Now if that reward is as big as you say it is, we will still gladly pay you that 10 percent, because we wouldn't have got through the devil face without your help."

"Which reminds me. Why didn't you just go after it yourself? It wasn't that far inside."

The Halfling scowls when he hears that the party doesn't have the cameo anymore, but quickly recovers his composure when mention of the reward is brought up again. "Well, if you can get the item back from the Lord Mayor and bring it to me safely, I'll handle all the details for you. Otherwise, I'm happy to take that commission even if you let the Lord Mayor broker the deal. As for why I don't retrieve items myself, my adventuring days are over. I've found it more lucrative and less hazardous to my health to broker sales of items recovered. If you find any other items in the dungeon that need dispossessing, feel free to contact me here. I'm Farley, by the way."

He then adds in Thieves' Cant, "If you don't want to pay taxes on items, bring them to me before you go to Tallenhauser or Arvan. Fencing is my specialty." To the non-theives, it sounds like he's discussing the health of the two town notables.

Leon thanks Farley, "I'll remember that."

We finish our ale, bid Farley a good day, and make our way though town and back out to...

Axehaven Manor

We wait until after lunch and arrive about an hour later at the Lord Mayor's.

Axehaven Manor

Rupert arrives with Sir Constantus and Tallenhauser, and the town's mage sets up a crystal ball on the table. He holds it in both hands and concentrates, staring into the depths. Colors swirl within it, but the mage seems to see something you don't. He smiles through his black beard. "Good day, Lord Caswaddon. Yes, everyone is here now." To the Lord Mayor, he says, "Your Honor, you may proceed."

The Lord Mayor explains the situation, describes the jewel, and has Tallenhauser read the records of it in their log books. Rupert repeats all of this into the crystal ball, and occasionally relays questions from the far end. Once everything is said, the Lord Caswaddon appears satisfied. Through Rupert, he agrees to pay the party a total of 8,000 gold coins. Tallenhauser of course mentions that the town's tax is 800 gold, leaving 7,200 gold for the party. The Lord Mayor makes arrangements to advance the money to the party.

Rupert then takes the Brooch, slips a ring on his finger, and says, "I will return tomorrow. The ring only allows me to teleport once per day." That said, he disappears.

Tallenhauser hands you a note of credit worth 7,200 gold coins. Sir Constantus shakes hands with each of you and thanks you for recovering one of the items stolen by Yeffal long ago.

We thank the Lord Mayor, glad to be of service and also grateful for the generous finder's fee attached to the brooch. We pack our credit note carefully on our person, say our farewells and give Tallenhauser time to return to the...

Town Vaults

Thanking Tallenhausen again for his recent services, we hand the note back to him and ask to make a withdrawal of 800 gold coins, dividing them among the party members.

Town Hall

Tallenhauser is happy to oblige. He chatters on as he counts out the coins. "Well, that transaction went smoothly, I must say. Yes, quite. And now you fellows have some wealth. I do say, it's quite a bit, isn't it? Any plans for what to do with your earnings? I should say, you could do quite a lot. Throw a feast, yes. Or build a house, quite naturally. Invest in some followers or hangers on, I would guess. Or donate to one of the local places of worship, even. Goodness, what options!"

Despite talking the whole time, he's able to count out eight piles of exactly one hundred coins without fail.

We thank him again, and head for Arvel at...

The House of Gold

We show our coin to Arvel and ask him to provide us with seven gems each worth 100 gold pieces' each, leaving the remainder as loose change. Once that is done, we will head out to the...

Westgate Inn

We find Farley, and when he comes around, we tell him that his chosen profession is lucrative indeed, surreptitiously handing over 721 gold pieces in gems and coins.

"As promised, for your help recovering Lysette's Brooch."

Westgate Inn

Farley accepts the coins and gems and nods at you in thanks. "Honest men! My favorite kind. Come back here if you ever need any more help with distribution or handling of precious artifacts!" He buys a round of Honeyhaven ale for the party.

If you're done with town business, you can head out again. Might as well use the current thread, since it's only a few posts long. If you have more town business, just let me know.

We go back to the Vaults and withdraw another 800 gold pieces. Time to go shopping....

Temple of the Sun

Gregory and John would each like to purchase a Cure Light Wounds scroll.

Rupert's Tower

We would like to purchase two Sleep scrolls for Keldon.

Bowyer

We would like four silver daggers (however much they cost).

The Temple of the Sun

Sister Clarion calls on one of her acolytes to bring out the two scrolls desired. The total cost is 200gp.

Rupert's Tower

The tower is locked up, with a sign saying "Rupert is Away on Business. Call Again Tomorrow." None of his apprentices seem to be about.

Bowyer

Avella Martine is happy to sell the party four silver daggers, for 30gp each or 120gp in total.

Muttering, "Of course," we return to The Oak and Eagle for a day and night of rest. The next day, we call on Rupert, asking for the two Sleep scrolls.

Rupert's Tower

The next day, the party meets up and heads to Rupert's Tower. The sign is gone from the door, and an apprentice in green robes and a pointy green hat lets you in. Rupert comes trudging down the stairs, wiping his bald spot on his head with a hand towel. "Teleportation is the worst form of travel," he mutters.

When he sees your group waiting, he composes himself quickly and smiles. He tells you how he was able to teleport to the Caswaddon villa, delivered the jewel, spent the night and had an excellent dinner with the Lord Caswaddon, then teleported back home at first light.

When you ask for the scrolls, he mumbles to himself for a minute, does some calculations on his fingers, then nods and shuffles into a side room without comment. A few minutes later, he emerges with one of his apprentices behind him, this one wearing pink robes and pointy hat. The apprentice hands over two rolls of vellum.

"As requested, two scrolls with a sleep spell on each. Use them well. That will be 200 gold coins."

We gladly pay for the scrolls, and thank Rupert for his time. We gather up Airk and Garthmond if possible, and head back into the Dungeon.

Airk and Garthmond are happy to return to the ruins with your party (rolled really well for their morale check after the last adventure).

You can continue posting in the previous thread rather than start a new one.

The Party Posse re-enters town, and heads for the Town Vaults. After comparing notes with The Adventure Whores, apparently some purchases are in order.

Town Vaults

We withdraw 500 gold coins and head to Rupert's Tower.

Rupert's Tower

We would like to purchase four Sleep spells - two each on two scrolls, if possible.


We would also like to go to the Temple of the Sun to heal our wounded, and then to Relf at Silverwood Trading to buy scroll cases for the scrolls.


(Apologies if this is too big a summary!)

Rupert's Tower

Rupert listens to the dragonborn party's request and frowns. "Well, I usually only put one spell on a scroll to sell. I could make these scrolls for you, of course, but it takes time. And we've recently had another party purchasing sleep scrolls. Let me check the stores."

Rather than go himself, he gives the command to an apprentice in red robes and pointy hat, who scurries off and returns a while later. "We only have three scrolls of sleep left, Teacher."

"There you have it," Rupert replies to you. "I can sell you these three, or I can make the scrolls at your request. It will take some time, of course. Four four spells on two scrolls, it will take me two weeks. If one of my apprentices weren't so bone headed, I could teach them the spell and halve the time, but alas..."

Will you take the three scrolls available?

Silverwood Trading

Relf Bluetooth is happy to see repeat customers. He grins, his oversized lower canines showing prominently. "How fares the dungeon delving? Any oddities or mysteries you've discovered?"

Rupert's Tower

We will purchase the three Sleep scrolls there.

Silverwood Trading

"Well, we ran into this giant pit with a bridge over it that ran into this room with a peephole. Couldn't see much, though, so we backtracked and went a different direction. Heard of it?"

"We are looking for three scroll cases, sir. Do you carry them?"

Silverwood Trading

The half-orc merchant rubs his bald head. "Sounds like The Great Pit. What we used to call it, anyway. Went spelunking down it a few times. There are several openings or shelves on the way down. Goes down to the fourth level. Quite a drop. We lost poor Shelvesta once when her grip on the rope was weak. Not sure about the peephole.

"As for scroll cases, I got 'em. Five gold each."

"We'll take the scroll cases, thanks." Then we will head to The Oak and Eagle.

The Oak and Eagle

We will stay enough days to pick up our potions from the Grey Friar's Monastery.

Grey Friar's Monastery

We again thank the monks for their time and pick up our three Healing Potions.

If it's early enough in the day we head for the Dungeon.

The Party Posse spends 9 days in town, waiting for Brother Hector to finish the potions.

While in town, they of course hear many stories of the recently recovered Brooch of Baroness Lysette. Several other treasures of yore, stolen by Yeffal if rumors are to be believed, are mentioned.

There is talk of the magical Wand of Skelmis which they say Yeffal always kept near his throne...but then there's talk of him stealing thrones as well as treasures and debate as to which throne the wand was kept near.

Relf Bluetooth often speaks of a gem known as the Eye of the Frost Troll, which he believes his hidden somewhere in the ruins of the Keep rather than in the dungeons. He and his companions could never locate it, however.

Finally, old Elmithrisar, the elf so old no one knows exactly how old he is, mumbles about the Arms of King Peter the Great, magical armor. He says, "The Arms of King Peter are hidden such that the blind may find them while the sighted may not."

After waiting the requisite amount of time, a messenger from the Grey Friars comes to inform you that your potions are ready.

The Grey Friar's Monastery

Brother Holger greets you with three blue vials of liquid. "I hope these potions serve you well. If you have other potion needs, please feel free to inquire. Also, if you find any potions in the ruins and would like more of them brewed, with a small sample I can duplicate them. It's much faster and easier than brewing from scratch."

"Thank you, Brother Holger. Rest assured, that if we have need of your services again, we shall return."

Now ready for another delve with Sleep spells and Healing Potions, we head for the Dungeon.

The Whores, discouraged by the death of Ronny, take his body to the Sisters for burial.

Temple of the Sun

We will donate 35 gp from Ronny's pouch for healing the party and for taking care of his remains. Acidum notes, "He doesn't need it now... let the Sisters use it for good." We thank the Sisters and move on to our next stop.

The Oak and Eagle

The Whores order an extra mug for Ronny and leave it sit in the center of the table as they order their evening meal. They refuse to get maudlin this time over the death of a party member, though the unsuccessful delve does drag the party down just a bit tonight.

[Oak and Eagle]

Into the Oak and Eagle walks a pair of green robed misfits.  Both men are grey skinned, ugly, slightly hunchbacked and identical in all respects right down to the worn boots they wear.  They look around for a bit, almost daring for someone to comment on their appearance before settling down at a corner table.

Soon after another small group enters: An Elf dressed in a flowing black mourner's cloak, a thin man in a red robe and a tall man in plate armor, shield and war hammer.  The robed man and the armored man walk up to Gretta and introduce themselves "Hello, I am Cyrus von Stryker, this is Brother Martel and the somber fellow over there is Renn Darkmantle.  We have heard that this is the place to be if one seeks fortune and glory.  For now, we seek naught but some food and a place for the night.  Can you help us, good Innkeep?"

Moments later the doors bang open and in walks a dashing man with the swagger and a smile flanked by two grim warriors.  One warrior is both grim and fidgety as he surveys the Inn.  The other warrior would need to stand on a shoe box to reach five feet.  He has a sledgehammer strapped to his back.  Probably to knock "too talls" down to size.

The dashing man doffs his hat and bows to the crowd "I am Edward Cross and these are my companions "The Butcher" and "Runt".  Feel free to approach us if you have need of adventurers for hire.  For we are indeed adventurers and we are certainly for hire!"

With a flourish Cross takes a seat near the misshapen twins.  The two warriors follow suit, but with much less panache.
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[Oak and Eagle]

The misshapen twins put their heads together and speak in conspiratorial whispers.  After a few moments one of them turns toward the Edward Cross and speaks in a voice that sounds like rocks being dragged against each other "You are adventurers?  I am Kane and this is my brother Kano.  We are also in search of adventure.  If you can see past our infirmities, we would join you."   

Cross looked at the pair and began to sneer, but was cut off by a new voice.

"You are adventurers as well? Clerics of Stone and Earth, by your garb I take it?" asked Cyrus who had overheard the Twins "We are too.  Perhaps all of us could travel together.  There is strength in numbers and my companions are men to be reckoned with."

The wily Cross turned his derisive sneer into a glowing smile.  He had been sizing up the big man in the plate, the Elf and the tall man in red.  He had planned on approaching them as they seemed more capable even than his own companions. "I was just about to suggest the same, my good man."

Cyrus stood and opened his arms in welcome, even to the Twins, he had no idea that the ugly pair were Clerics and would have sent them packing, but Cross was adaptable "Please, pull your tables up to ours and we will discuss our alliance in detail."
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The Oak and Eagle

As the Dead Reckoning members form their party, they overhear a few rumors.

Old Elmithrisar, the elf so old he looks like an aged human, tells you of a gem knownnas the Eye of the Frost Troll. "As big as a clenched fist it was. Blueish, with a dark pupil like an eye. Saw it myself once, before Yeffal stole it. I believe it was a favorite of the jewels he stole. Kept it in his keep, guarded by five elements."

A pair of hunters from Honeyhaven (a halfling village to the north) mention that the ruins have more than one way into the dungeons. They claim to know several.

A gruff but well-spoken half-orc claims to have a surefire guaranteed bit of information on several magical items, but demands a private meeting to discuss details.
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The usually dour Renn Darkmantle leaned in to listen to the words of Old Elmithrisar "Please, Elder, What can you tell us of this Yeffal?  Most of our lot is not from the area and your wisdom will serve us greatly in the struggles to come."

Brother Martel and Cyrus converse with the Halflings.  Cyrus asks "You know the ruins well?  What can you tell us of them?  Would you be willing to guide us there?  What sort of monsters lair there?"

Edward Cross eyes the crowded bar and says in conspiratorial tones to the Half-Orc "Very well, let us adjourn to a place of privacy.  I would have your name first, friend Half-Orc."  Cross, Runt, the Butcher and the Twins will take a meeting with him.

The Oak and Eagle

Elmithrisar seems pleased to have an audience, even if only one. "Well, it was a few years back when Yeffal came to these parts. A young human, powerful in magic. Set up a tower on the hill north of town. Immediately set to digging tunnels underneath. Lots of work for townsfolk, so we welcomed it. Started adding fortifications 'round the tower, too. Soon as you know it, it's a full blown castle with a labyrinth below. Yeffal starts teleporting around the world, taking what he wants from kings, nobles, other powerful adventurers... All sorts of jewels, gems, magic swords and the like. Secreted them all over his lair. Most have never been found. One day, Yeffal disappeared. His soldiers waited around for a while, but when he never showed up again, half left. The orcs and goblins started claiming the castle and dungeon for themselves. Plenty of monsters had shown up already, they also carved out chunks for themselves."


While Elmithrisar spins his tale, the two halflings nod at Brother Martel and Cyrus. "We can show you several ways in for 5 gold each. We're just showing you to the entrances, mind. Not going in."


The gruff, muscular half orc motions for those that would like to discuss things with him to follow him to a booth in the back corner. He checks back over his shoulder to make sure no one's listening in. "Well, gentlemen, here is my proposition for you. I am no great lover of my non-human kin, and the chieftain of the local tribe has a magical horn. If you wind it, it summons barbarian warriors to do battle on your behalf. If you kind sirs would be interested in retrieving it, I can offer you a map of most of the orc lair. I only ask in return a full share of any treasure you acquire from the orcs. Would you be interested in doing business with me?"

The Temple of the Sun

Sister Clarion tends to the wounds of The Adventure Whores, and also to Ronny's remains. "Thank you for your donation. After you've had time to mourn, please come and see me again. I may have some work for you."

The Oak and Eagle

The Adventure Whores share a drink in remembrance of their lost illusionist. They definitely notice the arrival and formation of a new adventuring party, and may easily overhear the conversations with Elmithrisar and the halflings.

OOC: Again, sorry for the delay. Been busy IRL and wanted to get DR into the game.

After meeting Gary Quickhands and inviting him into the party, we spend the evening at the inn and return to

Temple of the Sun

We ask Sister Clarion, "You mentioned having some work for us?"

The Temple of the Sun

Sister Clarion nods. "I have unearthed a rumor from years ago. A group of adventurers exploring the southern section of the first level found a chamber with a flying crown. They say the ceiling was high, and the crown was floating in the air just below the ceiling. It looked to be worth much money. The description they gave of the crown matches that of a High Solar Priest's crown. The temple would pay good money to get that crown back."

The Oak and Eagle

Renn asked some follow up questions of Elmithrisar:

Roughly, how long ago did this all happen?

What happened to the soldiers that stayed behind?

How far away is this place?  Are there landmarks on the way?

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Brother Martel and Cyrus exchanged glances before Cyrus spoke "5 gold each?  I think we can manage that.  Can you track?  Tell us a bit about each entrance too?

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Cross considered the Half-Orc's proposition "I still have not heard your name, sir.  Is your proposition for us to get the horn for you and a full share of treasure simply for a map of this Orcish Hideout? Before I make any such deal I will need to ask around town a bit to learn something about you.  Only a fool would go into business with someone they just met."

We thank Sister Clarion for the information, and let her know that we will head that direction and see what we can find. The we head to...

Silverwood Trading

We ask about purchasing a ball of twine (perhaps 100 feet at most) and a small weight to tie to one end without it slipping off (I don't know how big an iron spike is but I'm hoping for something around a few ounces).

Then our next stop:

Rupert's Tower

We have a question for Rupert. Can you read a scroll that's too high for you to cast normally?

The Oak and Eagle

Elmithrisar laughs, "Oh, not too long ago. Not long at all... I have no idea what the soldiers did. Probably marched off to fight a war or somesuch. And don't you know the ruins? They're just north of town."

[The location of Yeffal's Castle ruins and the dungeons beneath is common knowledge. Even in your short time in Silverwood you've likely heard of the way, and may even have passed or seen them on your way into town.]

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The halflings nod. "Yes, we track and hunt animals from time to time. Mostly we're trappers, though. It's easier to let the game come to us. We can take you to a secret side entrance outside the walls, or to the shrine in the rear."

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The Half-Orc smiles. "Oh, pardon my manners. I'm Julian Habersham, at your service. If you would like to inquire about my dealings or my character, I'm sure Viola Wilmuth, proprietor of the Westgate Inn, will vouch for me. Gretta, who runs this fine establishment, may not, but then I think she may have a prejudice against my folk. She doesn't like it when I'm in here, to be honest. I think old Reckless Relf gets a pass because of some service he provided to her in the past. Relf should vouch for me as well. He runs Silverwood Trading, where you can buy your gear. As to my proposition, I have no interest in the horn. It is merely an enticement to all of you to seek out the orcs' riches. I'm perfectly happy to split any profits you may reap from orc-bashing, and allow the group of you to keep any and all items of an arcane nature."

"I thank you for the information, Elder." said Renn before calling over Greta "Please Ma'am, a few drinks for Elmithrisar.  Storytelling is thirsty work."

OOC: marked off 1 silver.

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Brother Martel was a bit dubious "Five gold pieces per person seems rather high, sirs.  More than double the expected pay for guides.  I mean no disrespect, but why are your services worth so much more than standard?"

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The Sprigganborn Brothers had heard enough.  They got up and went back their table and awaited the others to get going.

Cross considered the offer again "Thank you, Julian, we are interested.  Most likely we will do some scouting in the ruins before making an assault.  If we decide to take up your offer where can we find you?" 

OOC: After negotiating with the trappers I think the Reckoners are ready to move on to the ruins if you want to push ahead.
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OOC: In case I slipped this past you:

Rupert's Tower

We have a question for Rupert. Can you read a scroll that's too high for you to cast normally?

The Oak and Eagle

Gretta sighs when asked to provide more drinks for Elmithrisar, but sends a serving girl to get some drinks while pocketing the coin. The ancient elf winks and grins at the assembled members of Dead Reckoning when his goblet of wine appears.

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The halflings shrug. "We can get you where you want to go with no fuss, and no questions asked. If you want to hire another guide, it's not our concern."

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Julian smiles. It makes him look sinister, but his answer is as formal and polite as everything he says. "I often spend my days at the Westgate Inn. You know of it, I assume? Just out the West Gate. Hence the name. Call on me any time. And if I'm not in leave a message with my companion Farley. A one-eyed halfling chap. Good man."

OOC: Dead Reckoning - if you want to hire the halflings, let me know. I'll make your first delve thread now. You can finish up with the halflings here, or in that thread, as you like.


Rupert's Tower

OOC: Thanks for the reminder.

Rupert considers the question for a moment. "Of course, with the Read Magic spell, any mage can read any spell on a scroll, and then cast it. Have you found a scroll with a high level spell?" There's definite enthusiasm in his question.

Rupert's Tower

"Not yet, unfortunately. However we would consider purchasing a Levitate scroll if the Read Magic spell will allow us to cast it without a chance that it might backfire on us. We can't normally cast 2nd-level spells yet. Would this work?"

Rupert nods and smiles, "Yes, yes, of course that would work. Contan, come here!" An apprentice in purple robes and pointed hat appears after a few seconds. "Be a good girl and fetch me a scroll of levitate from the vault."

The apprentice runs off, and returns about five minutes later carrying the scroll. She hands it to Rupert and bows without saying a word.

"Here it is, one scroll of levitate. That will be 200 gold. I trust your mage has been properly instructed and knows the read magic spell?"

The party pools its gold as Keldon answers, "Yes, I know Read Magic." We hand over 200 gold pieces for the scroll, and we again thank Rupert and then head to....

The Town Vaults

We say hello to Tallenhauser, and withdraw 200 pieces of gold to divvy back up between the party members as before. Then it's off to...

The Oak and Eagle

We spend the rest of the day/afternoon/night at the inn, resting up for tomorrow's delve.

The Oak and Eagle

After a lengthy and monotonous chat with Tallenhauser as he faultlessly counts out the coins, the party retires to the inn for the evening.

While there, they overhear a rumor of a talking painting. The story, if it can be believed, is that Yeffal once stole a famous painting from a rival wizard, but the wizard cursed the painting. According to the story, the painting would ask riddles to anyone who passed by it, and delivered a small jolt of lightning to anyone who failed to answer. Yeffal left it in his Keep to torment his servants and guards, which caused him much pleasure.

The next morning, we'll head for the Dungeon.

Oak and Eagle Tavern

Dead Reckoning somberly wanders back into the Oak and Eagle having finished their first foray into the dungeon.  Though a successful in bringing back a few trophies they had lost their most boisterous voice in Cross.

Runt and the Butcher told the others that they would prefer to bury Cross in their own way as they knew Cross best.  The rest of the group consented.

Meanwhile the rest of the group went ahead and sold the trophies, had the leather armor made and rented rooms for the night.

How much can a cutlass, leather armor and a feathered hat sell for?
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OOC: Double post.

While the group was resting a young man wearing leather armor and armed with a Short Bow and Long Sword wandered into the bar.  He declared "I seek treasure and adventure!"

Cyrus von Stryker stood up and motioned the youth to their table "You seem like a trustworthy fellow, come join us we are planning our next foray into the depths of yon hill!"

"I would gladly join you, good sir, but I must outfit myself first.  I am fresh off the turnip wagon and need to outfit myself better."

"Nonsense!" answered the red robed noble "One of our former companions tragically died within the hill.  I am sure his friends would share his gear with you as he won't be needing it any more."

Runt and the Butcher glared balefully at Cyrus, but said nothing, though the pair of fighters did grumble a bit as they pushed a sack filled with Cross's gear across to the young Postue.

"Much obliged, gents!  Let me pay for your rooms for the day and drinks for the night.  The least I can do for my new comrades-in-arms!" answered Postue.

The group sat and drank and planned on their next move.

Postue, being newer to the village drifted about the tavern and spoke to some of the locals trying to pick up anything useful during the night.


5 sp for common rooms for The Butcher, Runt, the Twins and Postue
3 gp for upstairs room for Cyrus, Martel and Renn.

OOC: You can get 12gp for the used goods.

The inn is quiet tonight, only a few locals come in for a quick meal and a stein of beer, then return home.

Brother Martel says Postue "Hey, we just had this bear hide made into Leather armor.  No one else needs it right now.  Would you like to wear it, Postue?"

"That' would be swell!  Thanks, all, I'll try to earn your confidence!" replied the young man.

Postue sells his own leather armor.  What's that worth?

After that the group is ready to return to the same cave entrance.

OOC: 10gp

Postue dons the bear-hide leathers and the group gets ready to depart.

Dead Reckoning rolls back into town with another corpse wrapped in a blanket on the back of a mule.

Martel and Cyrus take the sad duty of burying their fallen friend.  Martel says some heartfelt words over the deceased while the others looked on.  Runt and the Butcher began to fidget and roll their eyes at the cleric's sermon, but did not cause too much trouble.

Once finished the group returned to the Oak and Eagle and secured  7 rooms upstairs (7 gp).  They convened a conference in Cyrus' room to divvy up the treasure.

Postue took the time to run down to Trade Bazaar to sell the pair of mules.

OOC: Double post.

While the group was resting a young man wearing robes covered in moons, suns and stars and armed with nothing but a pointy hat wandered into the bar.  He declared "I seek treasure and adventure!"

Cyrus von Stryker stood up and motioned the youth to their table "You seem like a trustworthy fellow, come join us we are planning our next foray into the depths of yon hill!"

"I would gladly join you, good sir, but I must outfit myself first.  I am fresh off the turnip wagon and need to outfit myself better."

"Nonsense!" answered the red robed noble "One of our former companions tragically died within the hill.  I am sure his friends would share his gear with you as he won't be needing it any more."

Martel gladly pushed a sack filled with Renn's gear across to the young magic-user.

"Much obliged, gents!  Let me pay for your rooms for the day and drinks for the night.  The least I can do for my new comrades-in-arms!  I am Yor, by the way." answered Yor.

Yor waggled his fingers "There are some who call me Yor the Snore!  Because I have the ability to put foes to sleep!"


Runt laughed "Is that a spell or are you just a boring S.O.B.?"

"Why not both?" answered Yor.  The group laughed and forgot their troubles for one night and planned on their next move.

Yor, being newer to the village drifted about the tavern and spoke to some of the locals trying to pick up anything useful during the night.
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Trade Bazaar:

Postue finds a pair of buyers, one for each mule. He gets 40gp in total for them.

The Oak and Eagle:

After finding companions, Yor wanders the room and listens to the gaffers reminisce and asks a few pointed questions to various patrons. He hears these rumors:

On the second level, there is an underground river. If you have a way to breathe water, it can make a good escape route as it empties into the Ashel River not far from the ruins.

Chrysaon was a wizard that Yeffal defeated. His wand was taken, and they say Yeffal protected the wand with a dragon that was no dragon, and with a trap that required one to sacrifice himself for the good of the group. So my grandfather told me, and so says I.

OOC: Dead Reckoning, let me know when you're ready to head back out.

The Oak and Eagle:

The mixed-race adventuring group known as The Adventure Whores returns to the Oak and Eagle and spends about 15 gp on food and drink, and two shared rooms for the night. We make sure that our two porters, Airk and Garthmond, wish to keep their jobs with us and buy their food and drinks tonight as well.

In the morning, after the spell-casters pray and study for spells, we head over to the:

Trade Bazaar:

We spend 5 gp replenishing oils and then head over to the town gates for our next trek out to the Dungeon.


OOC: Ready to go again, boss. Can we introduce ourselves to Dead Reckoning at the Oak and Eagle?

Be my guest. We'll have all three active parties here in a minute if Dead Reckoning doesn't want to leave right away.


Garthmond grunts his consent to keep delving with The Adventure Whores as he digs into a trencher of stew and a skewer of roasted goat. Airk, however, decides that he's risked enough in the ruins and politely takes his leave.

The Oak and Eagle:

The all-dragonborn Party Posse shows up at the Oak and Eagle puzzling over a small copper plate. They buy a few drinks for some patrons and ask various folks from the different races if they can read the plate for them.


OOC: Hello, all!

The Oak and Eagle

Airk the gnome, former porter to The Adventure Whores, takes a look at the small copper plate. "It's koboldish. Says 'stalker'. Where did you find it?"

"Around the neck of a wild cat down on Level One. I hoped it was more than a name tag," answers Nelson. "Our thanks." The Posse buys Airk a drink if he wants one.

The Oak and Eagle

Airk shrugs. "Kobolds, you know?"

Introduce away!


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The group decides to spend some of their hard earned cash and invests in 4, count them, 4 set of Plate Armor!

They also hire on some assistants.  2 Linkboys, 1 Porter and 2 Men-at-Arms.

You could say that things are starting to get serious!

And the Butcher invests in a 10'.  No sense Having a repeat of Renn's death.
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Cyrus makes a suggestion to the two newest members of Dead Reckoning "Yor, Postue, why don't you go see if you can hire us some help?  We could use some Linkboys, a Porter and some muscle.  Let any prospects know we will outfit them well and offer them Wergild to their families if they die in our service."

"Sounds like a plan, Cyrus.  Let's go, Yor the Snore!" always eager to please Postue agreed and Yor followed "About that nickname..." Yor began as the pair exited the inn.

The pair head to the Granite Cup to see if they can rustle up some Dwarf and Gnome help.

At the Granite Cup

Yor, having a way about him (18 Charisma) approaches Ivanus the Slow.  He throws a few gold on the table "Excuse me, sir, but we were wondering if you know of any Dwarves and Gnomes in here who would be willing to hire out as porters or warriors?  Our group, Dead Reckoning, has been pretty successful so far and could use some stout help guarding and hauling all the treasure we've been finding out of the ruins."

A youngish halfling has been listening to the group that just entered the Oak and Eagle without trying to eavesdrop, but when he hears the one called Cyrus command some of the others, he realizes that this is the person he wants to speak with. He approaches Cyrus and introduces himself.

"Hello there, fellow adventuring type! I am Leon, treasure hunter with my group, the Adventure Whores. I thought we might put our heads together for a bit, and see what we've learned about the Dungeon so far. May I sit here?"

The Granite Cup

Ivanus casually reaches out and takes one of the gold coins, sniffs it, rubs it, then takes a small bite and examines the impressions left by his teeth. "Yor gold's good, und so are yor manners. Let me see who I can find. Have a drink vile you vait, yes? Zis is more zan enough for my services und a few drinks."

A gnome girl, in her mid-thirties maybe, takes Yor and Postue's orders (if they want a drink) while Ivanus waddles over to a group of dwarves in miner's gear. After a few minutes of discussion, three young dwarves return with Ivanus.

The eldest hooks his thumbs in his work overall straps and says, "Hi. I am Larry. This here is my brother Daryll, and that there is my other brother Darrel. We've heard you want some porters to follow you around the dungeon. We can do that, for 3 gold each a day." Each carries a mining tool - a pickax, a shovel, and a drill. They also have helmet-lights. If you'd like to hire them on, they will need bags or backpacks to carry loot which you will have to supply, but they have plenty of candles for their helmet lanterns.

Ivanus adjusts his eye patch and says, "You vant ze sell-swords, too, yes? Try ze Vestgate Inn. Lots of sell-sword men zere. Burg-dvarf types are too sensible to be sell-sword men."

The Oak and Eagle

A pair young humans, a boy and girl in their early teens, strike up a love song while the remaining members of Dead Reckoning and The Adventure Whores get acquainted.

Cyrus smiles at the Halfling “Please sit!  I am Cyrus Von  Stryker and these are my companions.” The red robed man pointed to a large plate armor wearing man sitting protectively to his left “this is Brother Martel, my friend and would-be bodyguard.”

Cyrus then pointed toward 4 other people sitting across from him “we refer to that lot as the ‘sullen side of the table’.  That’s Krayd, called The Butcher, Runt and the Twins: Kane and Kano.”

Martel offered a hand to the Halfling in friendship.  The “sullen side of the table” stared at the Halfling with only the Twins giving slight nods of acknowledgement.  All 4 of them wearing heavy plate armor and bristling with weapons.  Runt seems aptly named as he is nearly as short as the Halfling, but is obviously Human.
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Leon shakes Cyrus's hand and joins the group, clambering up on a human-sized seat so he could see everyone at the table. He points across the room at the Whores and says, "That's the gang, over there. A motley crew we are, but we've made some progress mapping Level One of the Dungeon. Thanks to the Party Posse, too, who filled in chunks of our map as well." Leon waves over at the all-dragonborn group that sits nearby. "However, we've lost three members of our group since we started, so the information came at a high price."

"How about your group? Much luck yet?"

In reply to The Adventure Whores (msg # 193):
Oak and Eagle

Cyrus looked solemn "Yes, we have made two incursions and each time lost one of our own.  Cross, our original leader who named our band and Renn Darkmantle, a good friend."

"Arrr, but we've made some booty to boot!" butted in Runt.  The tiny fellow pointed at 4 sets of shiny new plate armor on the sullen side of the table "We are life takers and heart breakers, yaaar!"

"Errrr, yes.  Quite." Cyrus eyed his stunted and now boisterous companion before continuing; "We have been entering through a cave that digs into the hill on the-"

The Butcher snarled "What are you doing, ya land locked spell-lubber?  Spilling secrets before you learn theirs?  Don't trust that lit-" The Butcher eyed Runt "Don't trust the well proportioned gentleman until he tells us something first, says I!"


Granite Cup

Yor ponders the Dwarf Brothers price "Hmmm...we were not expecting to bring 3 porters.  Are you willing to split up?  If not, at your price of 3 gp each are you willing to also act as torchbearers?" 

OOC: Larry, Daryl and Daryl...hehe Loved the Newhart Show.

OOC: The Dwarves have their own candles, but will that be enough keep us well illuminated?
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Leon smiles inwardly as the party members argue about how much information to reveal. He might have felt that way, too, when the Whores first started their quest. Now a bit richer, he didn't mind sharing a bit.

"What would you like to hear about? A fountain that runs full of Healing Potion? It's there on Level One. We've marked it on our map. Or stairs that go down to Level Two? We've found a couple of those."

"Now, about that cave...."

Oak and Eagle

Cyrus looked exasperated at The Butcher "What is the harm in sharing information?  An alliance such as this is far more productive than an unnecessary rivalry."

The Butcher sat back and glowered, but said nothing.

"There is a cave on the north side.  We encountered bears, but slew them.  There was a Kobold patrol that we spoke with..."

It was Brother Martel, Acolyte of the Sun's turn to glower at Runt and The Butcher.  The pair smirked back at the big Cleric.

"...they wanted our help to kill nearby Orcs..." Cyrus continued before being interrupted again.

"We flatly refused, of course" snapped Martel.

Cyrus, nonplussed moved along "...and we encountered a corpse, bitten in half by a large mouth.  We heard rumbling and heavy breathing from a deeper, nearby cave.  We chose not to investigate that and changed directions."

The red robed man had a thought "Perhaps you and your companions would like to join us and investigate the noise and rumblings?  Whatever bit that person in half must be big and dangerous.  I would suspect it would have vast treasures too."

"Where is the entrance to the first level?  We have not actually been within the walls of the ruins yet."

"The stairs are in the center of the ruins. You really can't miss them. As for that whatever it was that you've seen, I don't think our group should take on something that big yet. There are still too many monsters on Level One for us to fight everything. More of our group would be killed for sure if we tried that."

The halfling pauses for a moment and motions for another drink. He takes a long sip and then asks, "Had you not heard of the bounty on kobold heads? They would not have survived a meeting with the Whores, unless there were a good deal more of them than us."

Oak and Eagle
"Bounties?" asked Cyrus.

All of the present members of Dead Reckoning looked chagrined at that news.

"Yaaar, we all be worthy of a good keelhaulin'." said The Butcher.

Brother Martel eyed  The Butcher "You're really selling the hell out of that pirate accent.  Perhaps you can give it a rest."

Runt jumped to the defense of his friend "You aren't too big to cut down, Martel!"

The tension between Brother Martel and the two warriors was palpable.  It was not eased until one of the Twins banged the table with his fist to get their attention.  Once they turned and looked at the ugly little men one of the Twins motioned towards his own eyes and then back to Leon.

Reality dawned on the adversaries and they quelled their quarrel.

Cyrus took that opportunity to ask again "Bounties?" 

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Granite Cup

I have an outstanding question a few posts up, Mr. DM

OOC: thanks for the reminder!

The Granite Cup

Larry confers with Daryll and Darrel, who don't seem to talk but communicate with Larry nonetheless. "Oh, sure, we can carry torches for you too for that price. But we won't split up. It's all three of us or none."

OOC part 2: The helmet lights use curved mirrors and candles to shine beams of light like a flashlight. Definitely not as good as a torch or lantern that sheds light 360 degrees. It's maybe a 30 degree arc that goes out 30' or so. Better than nothing, if you don't want to be eaten by a grue!

The Granite Cup

"OK, sounds good.  Report to the Oak and Eagle just before dawn in five days."   said Yor to the 3 Dwarves.

OOC: I assume Postue heals 1 HP / day without any other treatment beyond bed rest?

"We should head over to Westgate Inn next to hire some muscle." suggested Yor.

"Errr...I've heard stories about that place.  I think we should pick up The Twins first.  I doubt anyone will want to mess with their ugly mugs even in that place." Postue replied.

Oak and Eagle

Yor and Postue return.

Yor says "Kano, Kane, can you come with us?  We are heading to the Westgate Inn and could use some backup.  Just in case."

The Twins gauged the table.  Silently satisfied they nodded and went with Yor and Postue.

Westgate Inn

Yor, Postue and the Twins entered and looked over the place.

Postue bellies up to the bar and smiles at the barkeep (I assume Viola?) "I heard that this was the place to hire hard men for hard cash to perform hard work." the thief slid 3 gold across the counter out of sight of any nosey neighbors. "Can you help us?"

The Westgate Inn

This seedy watering hole is dark and smokey. There are several groups of patrons in the place, some hunched in whispered conversation, others gambling, some just well into their drinks in the early afternoon.

Viola takes the three gold coins and slips them into her pouch. "Talk to that half-orc over there," she says, pointing to a large, intimidating half-orc with an eye patch and several scars on his face.

The half-orc eyes you askance as you approach him, and waits for you to state your business.

"Apparently you can ask at the Granite Cup... there's a guy there who pays for each kobold head he gets."

"We were told you were the man to talk to for hiring mercenary men-at-arms." Postue stated. "I am Postue and these are a few of my companions.  Can you help us?"

Leon bids Cyrus farewell and good luck, and returns to the Whores. They confer about what should be the next section  of Level One they should check out.


OOC: Ready to head out, Mr. DM, sir.

The Party Posse spends about 5 gp here on food and drinks, and another 2 gp on rooms for the night.

The next morning they are ready to head back to the Dungeon as well.

The Westgate Inn

The half-orc gets up, the muscles in his powerful body flexing. He looks at you with his one good eye, and says, "Well, gentlemen, it seems we have a spot of business to attend to. I am Julian Habersham. Come, sit, and let us discuss arrangements."

After the party takes their seats, he continues, "There are three human lads looking to take on some muscle work. Each is good with a weapon, and has a suit of leather armor. Their standard price is 10gp per day each. If you prefer, I could arrange a meeting with these lads in an hour or so."

Postue answers "We are looking for 2 lads, the better two since you know them best.  We have some extra armor to help protect them so whichever ones are more comfortable in heavy coats of steel  and shields are the best choice."

Kane, the Twin who speaks occasionally, said "We know you: you're the Half-Orc that wanted to hire us to kill Orcs and find a horn.  You offered a map in exchange for a full share of treasure." 

Kano nodded his assent to Kane's words.

Yor looked back and forth between the Twins and the Half-Orc he was lost in the exchange.

The Westgate Inn

Julian nods. "You are correct, sir. Apologies on not recognizing you immediately. Are you still interested in my previous offer? I'll go contact the gentlemen who may be interested in your offer of employment. You can inform me of your decision with regards to my own offer at that time."

The Half-Orc gets up and leaves the inn. About an hour later he returns with two human men, both wearing leather armor and armed with swords and slings. One is huge, nearly 7' tall and well-muscled. The other is slim and trim, with a curious gleam in his eye. Julian introduces them. "This is Ferdinand the Bull and his companion Felix the Cat. The third member of their group, Frog the Toad, told me to 'bugger off.' Pardon my Elvish."

Felix makes his offer. "Ten gold each per day, we'll fight for you. Plus put up an extra five gold each for insurance. If we die, that five goes to our next of kin. If we do well, we'll expect a bonus."

[Feel free to reply to both Felix and Julian in your next post]

Postue nods to Julian "I thank you, sir, for finding these men." he leans over and offers the Half-Orc 3 gold pieces (I offered 3 GP because that seems like a good day's pay.  Lemme know if that's too little.)

"You are both hired.  We agree to the weregild as well.  We have heavy armor and shields for you too.  Report to the Oak and Eagle at dawn in 5 days." he explains to the two men-at-arms.


Kane stares for a long moment at the Half-Orc "Not yet.  Soon."

The group waits 5 days for Postue to heal up before leaving.

The Westgate Inn

Ferdinand and Felix exchange excited looks at the prospect of getting better armor. They agree to meet the party in five days' time.

Julian simply nods and smiles.

New thread coming up for you shortly.

The Whores return to town and heads for...


The Grey Friars' Monastery

We ask the friars for a pair of Healing Potions.
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The Gray Friars' Monastery

Ushered in to the Alchemy Lab by silent monks, the party finds Brother Holger fiddling with some sort of still made of copper tubing and stone crucibles. "Ah, two healing potions? I have some in stock. 500 gold for two potions."

We hand over our newly-found electrum load to pay for two potions.

The Gray Friars' Monastery

Brother Holger takes the coin, rummages around in his workroom for a bit, and then hands over two bottles of light blue liquid to the party.

We thank Brother Holger, and return to the...

Oak and Eagle

We spend a pleasant evening here before retiring for the night in two upstairs rooms. The next morning we head for...


Silverwood Trading

Here we replenish oil and rations and such, before heading to the...


Trade Bazaar

We are on the lookout for anything of interest here.

Trade Bazaar

After spending a night at the inn, the Adventure Whores spend some time wandering around the Trade Bazaar. There is an old woodsman selling seven arrows. "These arrows belonged to my father, and he says they were enchanted. I never had no need of them, and I could use some money. They're yours for 200 gold."

At a booth set up by a merchant who regularly passes through Silverwood, you find a wand. "This wand was sold to me by the conjurer Gwynddolyn. It paralyzes your enemies so you can capture them or run away. I had your town mage Rupert take a look at it yesterday. He says there are nine uses still left in it. I'd say it's worth 1500 gold, and not a copper less."

Gary, who usually lets Leon do the talking, pipes up. "May I examine those arrows, sir? I can tell how strong the enchantment is with my magic." If the woodsman is receptive to the idea, he'll cast his Detect Magic on the arrows. If the woodsman appears to get belligerent, Leon will stop Gary and apologize profusely.

What happens when Gary attempts Detect Magic?

(Leon will buy the arrows either way, especially if he has to pacify the woodsman.)


If the merchant will hold the wand for us, we need to make a trip to the vaults for the money, and he's got a deal. Is that acceptable to him?

Trade Bazaar

The woodsman is happy to let Gary inspect the arrows. The gnome casts his spell and does indeed see an enchantment on the arrows.

Satisfied, Leon pays the woodsman for the ammunition, and the woodsman heads off to The Westgate Inn to celebrate his windfall.


The merchant with the wand says, "Of course, I would be happy to sell you this wand, good sirs. But what if someone else comes through the bazaar while you are away and offers me more for it? For a small holding fee of, shall we say 50 gold coins? Yes, that sounds good. For a holding fee of 50 gold, I swear I shall not sell this wand before you return from the town vaults."

Leon shrugs and says, "After our last purchase, we don't have it on us. In the vaults, sure. Here's the last 20 gold pieces we have." Aronson and Acidum hand over the money. "If that's not enough, we'll just have to take the chance that we don't get outbid."

Leon continues, "Aronson and Acidum, you stay here. The rest of us will be back as fast as we can."

The party heads for the...


Town Vaults

We greet Tallenhauser if he is in, and ask to make a withdrawal of 1800 gold pieces.

Town Vaults

Tallenhauser greets you warmly as you enter. "Ah, you're back! How good to see you, yes! I say, very good to see you again. How may I assist you fine gentlemen this morning? We're rather busy, don't you know, lots to do. But I have time to see to your needs, of course."

Explaining that you need to make a withdrawal, Tallenhauser sends his assistant to see to the withdrawal while he dives back into a stack of papers and ledgers on his desk.

The assistant returns later with the requested coin in three large sacks.

Trade Bazaar

The merchant is waiting with Aronson and Acidum. He looks a bit annoyed that he missed out on his chance to earn an extra 50gp from you.  But he's still happy to sell you the wand.

We hand over fifteen hundred coins, and make sure the the party members that can use the wand know how before we leave. We thank the merchant, while Leon distributes the remaining three hundred coins to the party. Then we head out of the Trade Bazaar, toward...


Rupert's Tower

We hope that the magician can verify what the merchant told us about the wand. We will gladly pay the 100 gp to have the item identified.

Trade Bazaar

The merchant happily counts out his coin, then hands over the want. Then he teaches Keldon and Gary the command word.

Rupert's Tower

Rupert takes one look at the wand and says, "So, you bought this? I just examined it yesterday. Yes, it is indeed magical and contains nine charges. Point it at your enemies and it emits a cone of magical energy. All creatures within the cone may be paralyzed by the enchantment." Rupert waves off the fee, since the merchant already paid him for it. Business must be good for the town mage.

"Thanks very much. Just had to be sure, you understand." We head to...


Bowyer

We inquire about a short bow for Leon.

Bowyer

Avella Martine, the bowyer, greets you. "Welcome to my store. You'd like a short bow? I have three that I've crafted myself recently. Each is twenty-five gold coins."

She shows you the bows. Two are made of yew, one of ash. All have deer bone tips.

Leon selects the ash bow and pays Avella, "Thank you very much. It is just what I needed."

We return to...


The Oak and Eagle

We get one more night's rest so that Gary can recover his Detect Magic spell. Then it's back to the Dungeon.

The party Posse visits Tallenhauser and asks to speak with him privately.

Town Vaults

Tallenhauser raises an eyebrow at the request to speak privately. "Well, that is unusual. Yes, certainly. Of course, please come with me." He leads you back to a quiet corner of the town hall, and shoos away all of the other clerks.

We show him the Jewel of Vendredi and ask him if he has heard anything about it.

Town Vaults

Tallenhauser takes the gem carefully, and then brings it to his work table.

After examining it, he then consults his ledger book. He beckons the Dragonborn party close to him and tells them what he learned.

"I see..."

We tell him that we would like to store it for now, and if the Lord Mayor wishes to make an offer for it, or knows of someone who does, that we will be in town at the Oak and Eagle.

Town Vaults

Tallenhauser takes the gem and examines it once more. Then the gnome hands it to the young dwarf assisting him. "I will have Arvan Hasrell appraise the gem for you. Of course, there is no tax for you this month on deposits. Once the appraisal is complete, the gem will be here if you should so wish it, or an amount equal to its value will be added to your balance. Yes, that should do quite well, yes."

We thank Tallenhauser and head to the now-familiar...


Oak and Eagle

Ralph springs for the party out of his share, and we spend a pleasant time relaxing at the inn. The next day, we return to the...


Town Vaults

When we see Tallenhauser, Nelson asks, "So, what did you discover?"

Town Vaults

Tallenhauser smiles. "You will be quite pleased with the value, I do say so. Quite pleased. Ahem, the Jewel of Vendredi, this flawless emerald, is worth six thousand gold coins. Would you like for the jewel to remain in the vaults, or would you surrender it to the Lord Mayor in return for equal value in coin?"

Nelson replies, "We would be honored to sell this artifact to the Lord Mayor. Would you convey our regards to him when you make the exchange?" He thinks for a moment. "Unless you would rather that we come along this time. We trust your judgement."

Town Vaults

"Regrets? Yes, I see. That I will do. The Lord Mayor is out of town, don't you know? Barony business. I am authorized to make transactions like this on the Lord Mayor's behalf, yes, quite so. Please sign here. Yes, that will do. Coin will be credited to your account. And have a good day."

We head back to the Oak and Eagle to spend more of Ralph's money. I'll figure out what to spend some of this on soon.

The Oak and Eagle

This evening, there is a jester entertaining. He tells comedic stories, makes jokes at patrons' expense, and lampoons the local notables. He's fairly entertaining, and there is a big crown there to enjoy the show.

A half-elf in plate mail and the emblem of the Kings' Knights is tacking a note to the message board.

Nelson will weave his way through the room (even if it's mostly empty) and read the notice.

The Oak and Eagle

The notice reads:

Let it be known, on the KING's Authority:
The cult of Toralesh, Serpent of Midnight, is on the rise. They have been expunged from the Crown Lands, and were seen fleeing north and west. As it is known that the evil wizard Yeffal once had dealings with the cult, it is suspected that they will flee to the ruins of Yeffal's castle.

The King offers a bounty of 10 gold coins for each cultist captured, 5 gold coins for each one killed. If the Shrine of Toralesh is discovered within the ruins, there is a bonus of 100 gold coins to each member of the expedition.

Signed,
Yaevellin Moonstar, King's Knight

We rest for the night after the show, and then go shopping the next day. First we head to...


The Grey Friars Monastery

We ask after a pair of Healing Potions and a Potion of Flying.

The Grey Friars Monastery

Brother Holger greets the all dragonborn party. "Good morning, sirs. You are in luck, I happen to have a potion of flying in stock. And the healing potions. That will be 1000 gold coins."

We send Nelson and Bart to fetch the coins from Tallenhauser, and when they return, pay for the potions and thank Brother Holger for his time and efforts.

Then we head over to...

Rupert's Tower

...and ask after three Sleep scrolls (or whatever he has in stock, if not all three).

Rupert's Tower.

Rupert greets you warmly. "You are in luck! My apprentices have just completed two scrolls of sleep today, as it were. Plus we have available scrolls of charm person, detect magic, and protection from evil if you're interested in any of those. Or maybe something with a bit more oomph?"

OOC: 2 sleep scrolls available, plus the other level 1 spells listed. Apparently some level 2 and/or 3 spells are available if you're interested.

"No, thank you, just the Sleep scrolls today. Other purchases today, you see. Thank you again." We pay the 200 gold and then head to the...

Temple of the Sun

We ask after two scrolls of Cure Light Wounds and pay a couple of gold to get Nelson healed fully.

Temple of the Sun

Sister Clarion tends to Nelson's wounds and has a temple servant fetch the scrolls. After depositing your donation, Sister Clarion tells you, "Have you heard of the Cult of Toralesh? There are rumors going around of their return. The Mighty Sun can burn away impurities in the daytime, but these serpent-worshipers are active by night, or underground. It would be good to put an end to their activities."

"We just heard about them yesterday, ourselves. We will do what we can to stop their activities. Thank you for the healing, and the scrolls."

We now head to the...

Trade Bazaar

We are looking for anything magical, obviously, that we might not normally get to purchase.

The Trade Bazaar

The Party Posse is sure to check out every stall, every booth, and every roped off square in the plaza for anyone selling any magical items, but today there doesn't seem to be anyone with anything magical for sale.

The Oak and Eagle

Dead Reckoning shamble into the Oak & Eagle.

Cyrus looks at their remaining Hirelings "Friends, we will be attempting another foray in a week.  Ferdinand, we will see to your medical needs."

The group sits and drinks in somber silence until The Butcher returns.

A wagon laden with turnips rolls up to the Inn and a Dwarf dressed in rags carrying a large pouch falls out.  The Dwarf throws the turnip farmer a few coins and saunters into the Inn.

The Dwarf looks around and declares "I am Zed Beardface of Clan Beardface and I seek treasure and adventure!"

Cyrus von Stryker stood up and motioned the Dwarf to their table "You seem like a trustworthy fellow, come join us we are planning our next foray into the depths of yon hill!"

"I would gladly join you, good sir, but I must outfit myself first.  I am fresh off the turnip wagon and need to outfit myself better."

"Nonsense!" answered the red robed noble "One of our former companions tragically died within the hill.  I am sure his friends would share his gear with you as he won't be needing it any more."

Runt's gear is pushed across the table to the hairy Dwarf.

"Much obliged, gents!  Let me pay for your rooms for the day and drinks for the night and donate this pouch of gold to the party treasury.  The least I can do for my new comrades-in-arms!" answered Zed.

The group sat and drank and planned on their next move.

The party rests for a week while Ferdinand and Yor heal up.

35 sp for common rooms for The Butcher, Zed, the Twins and Postue
21 gp for upstairs room for Cyrus, Martel and Yor.

Zed goes and buys a Broad Sword and Heavy Shield and sells Runt's short swords.
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We spend one more night at the Oak and Eagle, then in the morning, gear up and head for the Dungeon again.

Temple of the Sun

Postue, Yor and the Twins take Felix's corpse to the Temple of the Sun.

Yor approaches Sister Clarion "Sister, we have brought this man, Felix the Cat, to you for burial.  Can you see to his spiritual and mundane needs?"

Silverwood Trading

Zed makes his purchases. Relf Bluetooth smiles his tusky smile. "Adventuring? I bet you're after the Eye of the Frost Troll, aren't you? It's said to be one of the more beautiful treasures that Yeffal hid around his castle."

Temple of the Sun

Sister Clarion directs her acolytes to care for Felix's body. "Of course, my sons. May the Sun always shine upon you for this pious deed."

OOC: I think she mentioned the Cult of Toralesh to the Dead Reckoning. If not, she also tells you what she knows (a few posts back).

Healing services can be had here for 1gp per 1hp healed, if you'd rather not pay for a week of inn fees.

The Oak and Eagle

A thunderstorm blows over in the evening, leaving only The Dead Reckoning and The Party Posse as patrons of the inn this night.

To The Dead Reckoning, Ferdinand the Bull says, "If you want to replace Felix, I know a guy. He's not the most honest, but he's good in a scrape."

In the morning, the Party Posse heads out into the still falling rain.

Silverwood Trading

Zed grins broadly at Bluetooth "Thanks!"

Temple of the Sun

When offered a blessing of eternal light upon him Postue tugs at his collar uncomfortably "Errr...thank you, Sister.  Here's a donation."

Postue hands over 2 gold to ease his Thief's conscience.

The Oak and Eagle

Martel considers Ferdinand's offer "He fights like a tiger, but has the soul of a rat?"

Cyrus was a bit more pragmatic "Forewarned is forearmed.  Please offer him a position Ferdinand, we thank you.  You may want to *ahem* warn this man that we will be watching him closely.  I find it best to be delicate with these sort of matter and wouldn't want to offend him by mentioning it myself."

Martel frowned in disapproval, but did not gainsay the Magic-user.

Silverwood Trading

Before Zed leaves, Relf slips him a scrap of paper. "I never did figure out what this clue was supposed to mean. Valentio the Pungent, a mage I adventured with, assured me it was the key to the gem, but I couldn't make heads nor tails of it."


The Oak and Eagle

Ferdinand returns later with a squat, plump human in leather armor with a wicked fanged hand axe at his belt. The bald man has a fleshy face, a broad mouth with thick lips, and large eyes. "This is Frog the Toad," Ferdinand says. "He'll hire on for the same deal as me."

Frog the Toad just stares at the adventurers and frowns.

Silverwood Trading

Zed takes the scrap.  "Hey!  Thanks, Rel!  You're the bees-knees, you are!  If we find this Troll-eye you'll be the first to see it." exclaimed the grinning Dwarf.

The Oak and Eagle

Cyrus and Martel exchange glance.  Cyrus says "Umm..welcome aboard, err...Frog the Toad, was it?  Ferdinand vouches for you and we know he's a good man to have in a scrap.  Do you have next of kin?"

West Gate Inn

Postue, Yor and the Twins head over and find Julian and Viola "Our foray did not end well.  The boy you help us hire was killed."  The young thief hands over Felix's weregild "Can you see that this makes it to his family with our condolences?"

OOC: We will leave in 2 days time instead of a week.  I just have to refund 5 days of lodgings.

With this change, at some point Martel takes Ferdinand to see Sister Clarion and pays for his healing.  6 gp.
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The Oak and Eagle

As you might expect, Frog the Toad has a low, croaky voice. "No kin. Debt to Viola. I die, pay her for me." He licks his fleshy lips as he speaks and fingers his axe.

Westgate Inn

Julian nods when he's told the sad news, and takes the coins. "Gentlemen, leave this to me. Our gratitude that you informed us of his passing. He was a promising young lad."

Viola rolls out a barrel (of her cheapest rotgut). "A round on the house for Felix the Cat!" The patrons gather round for the free drink.

West Gate Inn

Yor and Postue drink "To Felix!"

The Twins stare at the thief and magic-user for a few moments before shrugging and joining in.

The Oak and Eagle

"As you wish." says Cyrus.

The group rests and heads out in two days.

When they leave they give Frog scale armor and a small shield.

The Whores head for the Oak and Eagle, wiser about the Dungeon but not richer this trip. They have a few drinks and spend the evening there. In the morning, Gary studies Read Magic, and we head out for the Dungeon again.

The Oak and Eagle

It's a fairly busy night at the inn, but nothing unusual or noteworthy happens during the night.

Constable's Office?

Dead Reckoning returns to Silverwood like conquering heroes.  They march the surviving cultists to the Town Square like Roman Legionnaires parading before the Emperor.

Yor asks a curios passerby "Excuse me, can you tell me where we can find Captain Carlonus?"
 

Double Post

Oak and Eagle

Dead Reckoning celebrates its victory over the Cult of Toralesh with a Fete to their hirelings and anyone else that wants to drink and party for a night.

During the celebration Martel makes a speech "We were so successful with our mission we want to reward our companions with a little extra as a thank you for their fine service:

Ferdinand and Toad will each have Plate Armor for our next foray with a bonus of 20 gp apiece for brave service to our cause!

Larry, Darryl and Darrel will each get 50 gp for their toils.

Well done, men!"

Dead Reckoning cheers for their Hirelings.  Except the Butcher who mumbles something about wasting money on meat shields, but everyone ignores the frugalest member of the group.

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In the morning  Cyrus casts detect magic on the Cultist weapons and armors and the Cult Leader's gear.



And the Icon of Toralesh just to be safe.

OOC: Can Yor and Cyrus share some of their spells?

Grey Friar's Monastery
Yor and the Twins take the Carrion Crawler heads to the Grey Friars Monastery to see if Brother Holger has a use for them.

OOC: If Postue has not waken up by the next morning they lug him with them so he can see his paralysis.

Rupert's Tower
Cyrus and Martel take any items that they learn are magic to Rupert to see if he can identify them.

Trade Bazaar
Zed and the Butcher wander about for the day seeing if they hear or see anything interesting.

Dead Reckoning plan on staying in town for 2 days (first day to Detect Magic, second day to re memorize Sleep)
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Postue recovers from his paralysis during the long march back to town (sorry I forgot to mention that).

Town Hall

Captain Carlonus takes custody of the captured cultists and has them locked in the town jail. "Good work capturing these miscreants. We will interrogate them and try to learn what they were up to in the ruins."

One of the guards hands over a sack of gold with the reward money.

The Oak and Eagle

All the hirelings cheer at their rewards, especially Larry Darryl and Darrel, who promptly have most of the money delivered to their families. It's enough to keep their loved ones living comfortably for several years. Many other locals participate in the celebration as well, offering up congratulations to the party for saving them from cultists.

In the Morning:

The gauntlets and cane are magical. The holy symbol and ring are not. None of the weapons or armor are magical, either.

OOC: if you would like Yor and Cyrus to share spells, that's fine. But they each need to cast Read Magic to read the other's spell book, so you'll need another day in town for this, and a scroll of Read Magic for Cyrus.

Grey Friar's Monastery

Brother Holger is pleased to receive the carrion crawler heads. He performs a few tests, consults some manuals, and announces, "I believe I can use these heads, and the alchemical reagents within the tentacles, to create a potion that will protect the imbiber from insects, spiders, worms, and the like. I will brew one up for you, and it should be ready within a week."

OOC: You will receive a Potion of Bug Resistance in one week if you wish to wait in town the whole time, or we can just say after your next delve if you still want to head out right away (so we don't forget about it). Potions of Bug Resistance are now added to the list of potions Brother Holger can create.

Whoever drinks the potion can't be touched/attacked in melee by normal or giant insects, arachnids, or worms, and gains a +4 bonus to any saves from effects caused by these creatures. Giant or monstrous bugs can save vs spells to get past the hedging effect.

Rupert's Tower

Rupert is happy to oblige. "You are aware of my normal fee, correct? One hundred gold coins per item identified."

Once the fee is paid, Rupert will analyze the items.

I have to go, I'll figure out some interesting info/rumors/items for sale at the Trade Bazaar later.

Rupert's Tower
Martel and Cyrus happily hand over 200 gp.

"Please, tell us what these do, Magi!" pleaded Cyrus.

OOC: Can Postue estimate what the Holy Symbol and Ring are worth?

OOC: The Bug Resistance Potion is awesome!  They won't wait for it, though.  Next time they are in town I'll collect some.  I won't forget ;)

OOC: Ran out of money for that Read Magic scroll.  Dang it!  Will save some up for later.

Rupert's Tower

Rupert takes the gauntlets and the cane and puts them on his workbench. He passes his hands over them, mumbling mystic syllables, his eyes rolled back in his skull. [Yor and Cyrus can tell he's just putting on a bit of a show for the non-initiated.]

Finally, his eyes glow with a brief spark and he says, "The gauntlets are called Gauntlets of Ogre Power. Whoever wears them gains great strength. The cane is actually a magical wand that allows the user to see magical auras. I estimate you can use it seventeen times before it is depleted."

He pulls a dusty grimoire off a shelf and leafs through it. He stops on one page, reads for a moment, shakes his head, and turns to the next page. Then he smiles as he reads. "Yes, I thought it looked familiar. This wand is called Fitcher's Cane. Fitcher was a dastardly sorcerer who used to kidnap young women, and if they refused to marry him, would kill them. Well, that's gruesome, but I'm sure the wand will be a tool for good in your hands."

Town Hall

Martel, Cyrus, Zed and Yor step forward and speak with Captain Carlonus.  The Twins were always in the back,. Postue itched his face and stayed in the back having the natural hesitancy of thieves around Guard Captains.  The Butcher held back too; there was no telling if here inland that he might get recognized by some ex-marine.

Cyrus said "Thank you, Captain.  If you ever need help our group, Dead Reckoning, is on call!"

Rupert's Tower

Martel and Cyrus were happy at the news, until Rupert shared the knowledge of Fitcher's gruesome past.

"Well that is disconcerting." said Martel "It seems odd that a wand that simply detect magic would have such notoriety, though."

Well it is rather flamboyant." Cyrus mentioned as he hefted the walking stick "Does it have a command word?"

2 suits of Plate - 120 gp
bonus for F and T - 40 gp
bonus for L, D, D - 150
Identifying 2 items - 200 gp
staying at the O & E for 2 days - 6 gp 10 sp
Paying a week advance for a room - 7 gp (I'm going to store some extra gear in there while the group is in country)
622 - 524 gp spent = 98 gp left.
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Rupert's Tower

Rupert smiles. "Well, Fitcher was, by all accounts, a right bloody donkey, if you get my meaning. For this wand, you do not need to speak, only to hold it up and concentrate to activate its power."

OOC: Magic-Users, Illusionists, and Bards only can use the wand.

Trade Bazaar

Wandering around and talking to the various locals, merchants, and out of town shoppers, Zed and the Butcher find two interesting bits of information.

An old wise woman tells them of the Pool of Prometheus. Somewhere in the dungeon is a fountain with a carved stone eagle. Yeffal stole the fountain from a Promethean shrine in the land of Temria.

A rotund, bombastic, mustachioed man named Throckmorton P. Ruddygore is looking for new beasts to include in his traveling menagerie. He will pay top prices for any strange or unusual creatures that can be captured and brought back to town. [100gp per HD of the creature]

Rupert's Tower

"Thank you, magi, we will return with more treasure for you to identify, hopefully." said Cyrus.

Trade Bazaar

The Butcher had to drag Zed away from Ruddygore's exhibits "But, but, all we need is a wagon with a cage attached to it!  Think of the possibilities, Butch!"

The Butcher stopped in his tracks "You call be Butch ever again and we draw steel over it."

"Geesh!  Touchy much?  If you want into the barrel of inky darkness I'll oblige you, though." grumped Zed.

At dawn of day 2 the group was ready to set out again.

There is a bit of debate over who gets to wear the Gauntlets and who gets the wand.  The argument ends with acknowledgement senior membership and willingness to chop up corpses for the benefit of all being a strong point.  The Butcher, with a rare smile, dons the gauntlets while Cyrus getting the wand, but does so with the caveat that a charged item "belongs" to the group as a whole.


Can you update the ACs for Ferd and Frog?  They now have Plate and Lrg Shields.  PLus, if either wants to upgrade weapons we'll buy them what they want.
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Double post.

OOC:  To help out, the plan is to re-check the areas we have already been to to make sure they are still empty before returning to the Cultist lair and then checking out the tower to the north east along the outer wall.

With their new elven acquaintances, the party leads the way to Axehaven Manor south of town.

Axehaven Manor

When the servants answer the door, they seem pleased to see the Adventure Whores, and somewhat surprised to see elves from the Blackwood southwest of town.

Maglor smiles imperiously. "Send out this petty knight so that we may have our property returned at once."

The servant bows his bald head and rushes inside to call his master...

To The Adventure Whores: Not sure if you want to get involved in role playing the negotiations or not. If so, jump in. If not, I'll provide a summary in the next post.

No, go ahead.

Axehaven Manor

Sir Constantus appears and demands to know what's going on. Maglor demands the jewel, and describes it in enough detail that Constantus has to admit it is the same one. Lady Marguerite is summoned, and she brings the jewel, reluctantly handing it over to the elves, who take it and depart without a word of thanks.

Sir Constantus and Lady Marguerite control their emotions, but you can see signs that they are not pleased with the situation.

We take our leave of the mayor and his wife, apologizing for the inconvenience. Then we head for the Oak and Eagle.

(Here's hoping they don't blame us!)

The Oak and Eagle

There is a buzz of excitement in the Common Room. An old adventurer's journal has been unearthed. The locals have been reading the notes and discussing what they might mean. Many pages have been ruined by what appears to be blood stains, but several passages stand out.

- The cross-shaped pool of Yggdrasil cures.
- A riddling painting in the Keep guards a magical [unreadable].
- On a deep delve to the third level, white dragon eggs were found, and wisely left alone.
- In the alcove, work the middle lever first. Left and right together can save your life.
- The kings of ancient Galadorn guard the way to Jirto's Star.

After a night at the Oak and Eagle, we head back for the Dungeon.

The Party Posse arrives back at the Oak and Eagle, minus Nelson. The loss has deeply affected the dragonborn group, as this is the first party member they have lost. They eat and drink in silence before Bart finally clears his throat and says, "We need another fighter who can breathe acid. Or lightning in a pinch." Maggie will search around over the next few days and find a suitable candidate. Meanwhile we will stay here and recover.

The Oak and Eagle

Several locals commiserate the Party Posse on their loss.

Sir Yaevellin Moonstar, the King's Knight who acts as courier, says that he knows of a small tribe of Dragonborn a day's journey to the south. He will convey them a message asking if any of them will join the adventuring group. He will send one of his pages with the message on the morrow.

Soon enough, the Party Posse welcomes Jimbo and spends some of their hard-won cash to equip him.

The Oak and Eagle

An old raconteur entertains the crowd the night Jimbo joins with the Party Posse. He tells a tale of a famous treasure hunter of days gone by, named Deana Joan. Joan was a student of history and was famed for her skills in acquiring rare antiquities. She entered many ruins, especially temples and other holy ruins, and brought back many relics. She used a whip both as a weapon and as a way to maneuver around the dungeons and ruins. She was last seen entering the Ruins of Yeffal's Castle, never to return, and The Raider, as her whip was known, is believed to be there still.

The raconteur finishes his tale, "And they say, if you want to acquire The Raider, you must perform acts of derring-do just as Deana was known for doing."

After several days of rest and getting Jimbo equipped, we return to the Dungeon.

The Oak and Eagle

Dead Reckoning is heard inside the Inn well before they actually enter the place.  The dulcet tones of glorious harp-music joyously swirls through the air as the triumphant Adventurers barge into the Inn calling for ale, mead, grog and food by the steaming plateful!

The group hauls an enormous Harp inside and deposits it next to their traditional table.  The harp plays by itself!  As if some ghostly musician beyond the ken of mortals stroked the strings lovingly and skillfully.  The group also drags along bags of loot and 4 stuffed trophy heads: One of a great and fierce bear, the others are all giant reptilian heads of the mythical Hydra!

The group eats and drinks with great merriment over their haul.  Boasts are made and the group promises bonuses to their usual hirelings once everything is tabulated.

Those lucky enough to be in the taproom when Dead Reckoning settles in are bought rounds of drinks aplenty and treated to the newest tale of derring-do by Yor and Cyrus  all while being serenaded by the harp.

During the night Yor and Cyrus let it be known that the group will be hiring on more Men-at-Arms before leaving for the next expedition in the hopes that they will get some job interviewees.

OOC: Can a Hireling be training up to an actual level and become a Henchman?

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The next morning the group goes about its business in Town

Rupert's Tower
Yor, Cyrus and the Twins visit the sage.

Cyrus asks "Hello again, good sir!  Can we trouble you for a few things?  We would like to learn about these things." Cyrus placed a piece of slender polished antler with a small ruby on the tip, about 1' long in front of the Sage and motioned toward the door as the Twins cursed and struggled to carry the magical Harp into the Tower.

The red robed magic-user turned back to the Sage "We found this wand near Yeffal's Throne.  Could it possibly be the Wand of Skelmis?"

OOC: It looks like Magic-users begin the game with Read Magic.  I must have missed that because I was about to buy a scroll for it.  Does Cyrus already have it automatically?

The House of Gold
Postue dragged Zed with him to see the local jeweler.

"Greetings, Master Dwarf!" called Postue as he spilled pearls and gems on the counter "What can you tell me about these?"

Zed stood near the door with a grumpy look on his face.  There was drinking to be done and he was stuck playing bodyguard for the group's shill.

Oak and Eagle
Martel and the Butcher begin talking to the patrons about the ruins.

"Does anyone know who 'the Raven King' is?" asks Brother Martel.
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The Oak and Eagle

Most of the town regulars are there when the Dead Reckoning arrive and start living it up. Word gets out, and pretty soon, the place is packed. Everyone's there to congratulate the successful adventurers (and get a free drink or two). The harp is a huge success, and Barnaby Rienswald, a local merchant, offers the party 800 gold coins for the magical curiosity.

When the adventurers ask if any men-at-arms are willing to adventure with them, they get several applicants.

OOC: how many would you like to hire? Normally men-at-arms don't gain XP, but you could try to hire retainers who have class levels and do gain XP, but they'll each want shares of treasure and a signing bonus instead of daily pay. We can discuss this in PMs if you want.

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The Next Day:

Rupert's Tower

Rupert is happy to see you again. "Ah, you've found magical treasures? Excellent! I'll be happy to look at them. My standard fee, as you know, is 100 gold per item." [Assuming you pay up!]

He calls for one of his apprentices, in a pink robe, to bring his book of lore. Paging through it, he finds the page he was looking for, and examines the wand the party found. "This does indeed match the description of the Wand of Skelmis. It has a curious ability. If you hold it and think of a type of metal, the wand will point it out if there is at least 100 pounds of it within 20' of you." [23 charges, charges are only expended on a positive detection]

After examining the harp, he declares, "This is a fabulous device, but I don't see any purpose to it other than its entertainment value."

OOC: Yes, he should have started with Read Magic. I probably didn't realize you didn't have it since you have Detect Magic as your first listed spell for him.

The House of Gold

Arvan grins when he sees Postue and Zed enter, especially Zed's appropriately grumpy dwarven mood. He happily examines the gems with his magnifying lens and his cunning eye. "Each of these turquoise are worth 10 gold coins, while the pearls are the real valuable ones. Each pearl is worth 500 gold. I can cash them out for you. My fee is 3 silver per turquoise, and 15 gold per pearl that you'd like converted to coin."

The Oak and Eagle

Martel and the Butcher gather rumors and evaluate the candidates for men-at-arms positions. They hear several tales of the Raven King. One says that it's just an old wizard with a raven familiar who disappeared in the ruins around forty years ago. Another says that the Raven King was a raven cursed to become a creature similar to a lycanthrope, and that it haunts the ruins. A third story says that the Raven King is a demon that Yeffal summoned from Hell, and that it controls ravens and crows to do its bidding.

Rupert's Tower
The Magic-users happily pay to have the items identified.

"We would also like to purchase spells for our spell books, Sirrah, if that's possible?" asked Yor.

Can they purchase scrolls of Charm Person and Magic Missile?

OOC: Is the range on that wand correct?  20 feet?

House of Gold

Postue smirks "I like it." He hands over the turquoise and 2 pearls and squrrels the others away for later use.

Zed's frown turns upside down and his usual psychotically happy smile returns "Now you're talking my language, Sonny Jim!"

"We have another errand to run, Zed." says Postue as he drags the Dwarf out

The Grey Friars Monastery

Halfway to the Monastery Postue stopped and slapped his forehead "I forgot to grab a sample of that dang sticky tar!  So far we've used it to great effect."

"Yeah, well boo-hoo, boyo, we are cutting into my drinking time.  Let's get this over with before I get touchy and stuff you in the Barrel of Inky Blackness." grumped Zed, though the happy look never left his face.

Postue eyed his companion, but said nothing.

Once at the monastery Postue asked to see if the bug juice was ready yet (Potion of Bug Resistance)

Oak and Eagle

That morning Brother Martel gathers up the hirelings.  To Larry, Daryl and Darrell he says "Here's a bonus of a month's pay for each of you guys.  You are hard working and brave.  We head out again in a few days."

To Ferdinand he says "You're a strong warrior, Ferdinand, we'd like to ask you to join us full time.  If you are interested." He hands the warrior 100 gp as a bonus.

The Butcher and Brother Martel interview the candidates.

"Any of you swabs a Halberdier?" asked the Butcher

Martel looked at the ex-pirate "Uh, you realize that a Halberdier isn't going to be able to handle his weapon and a 10' pole?"

The Butcher stared at Brother Martel for a few moments as he processed the weak spot in his plan. "By Bel's bouncing buttocks...."

"Wait!  He doesn't have to probe with the damn thing, I can do that.  He just has to poke doors open so I'm not standing there like a jerk if a monster pops out."

Brother Martel nodded, "Now you're thinking it through.  Plus, he's right there in the second row stabbing over your shoulder."

OOC: They try to hire 2 Men-at-Arms.  Preferably Halberdiers.

After that, they will head down to Granite Cup

Granite Cup

The Butcher and Brother Martel enter the tavern.

Brother Martel approached Ivanus and speaks (in Dwarf) "Hello, good Dwarf, could we trouble you for some drinks and sound advice?"

The cleric puts 3 gold coins on the counter "We are looking for a stout Gnome or Dwarf warrior willing to brave the terrors of Yeffal's Keep.  Do you know any likely candidates?"

OOC: While they are there they will also ply the bar with drinks to see if they can drum up rumors about the Keep.  Specifically the Keep itself since they plan on entering it again.
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In reply to Dead Reckoning (msg # 282):

Rupert's Tower

"Why, I believe we do have those scrolls in stock. First level spell scrolls cost 100 gold each." Rupert sends the pink-robed apprentice to fetch the scrolls.

OOC: Yep, only 20'. Good for checking closed chests, behind doors, etc.

The Grey Friars Monastery

Brother Holger shakes his head. "The potion is nearly ready. Please come back tomorrow and it should be finished."

The Oak and Eagle

Ferdinand thinks for a bit, then nods slowly. "I can do that."

When the Butcher calls out for halbardiers, a pair of finely dressed men with waxed mustaches approach. "I am Geisler, and this is Kessel. We are halbardiers, and have served the Venerable Elder Karl and his companions when they ventured into the ruins a few years ago. We would be willing to hire on, but our prices are higher than normal."

OOC: Two men-at-arms from when I ran the megadungeon for my regular group. They have fancy clothes gifted to them from Elder Karl, plate armor, halberds, and swords. Each asks for 25gp per day as pay, and they will only go together.

The Granite Cup

Ivanus accepts the gold, pours drinks, then sends the barmaid around to ask if anyone would be willing to venture out with the local heroes. He sits and polishes his brass listening horn in the meanwhile.

Some time later, the barmaid approaches with a young dwarf. His hair is golden -- the actual color of gold, not blond like a human -- and his beard is braided into three coils. "I am Igor. I'm no warrior, but I am better than most at stonework. I also speak Dragon and Medusa languages. I am willing to try the Keep with you, if you'll have me."

OOC: Igor is a noncombatant, but he gets 3 in 6 chances to all the normal Dwarf detection abilities, plus speaks two extra languages.