Dawn 1st of Fading

The three party members stand before the massive “River Gates” waiting for morning access into the fortified city. The gates close at night fall and open again at daybreak, keeping out the all too often seen Orc raids and Bandit jumps.
A large group of people await access with the party members, some with their carts and goods others with nothing. Space is not an issue so the people are separated into their own formed groups. Some people wait in silence, some people mingle amongst each other, a fatherly type man can be heard lecturing his son just a short distance away. ” Boy this ‘err is a place where a man like you can really be somebody. You can start with the Shields, then the Watch. One day boy you might even make Legion.....”The old mans voice trails off.
Waiting their turn in line behind the party members is a rather rough group of what seems to be adventures, four strong is their number. The rough looking group shifts back and forward on their feet as they wait patiently, as they shift one can see that two of the men carry a make shift stretcher with a man lying on it, making their number five.
The air is brisk in the late summer morning the last Tear of Selune can just barley be seen low in the sky to the west, the sun fights its way into the cloud covered sky on the eastern horizon.



OOC: Welcome to Sundabar. The gates will be opening soon
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"Oy I wish the Dawn would hurry up and break. That Pickled Boars Tongue I had for lunch yesterday is fighting back and I swear I best get to a privy!" She looks at the other travellers and there wagons. "At least food and goods seem plentifull, even if our Gold is not."
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Milo thinks to himself how bad human cities smell, and says to his dog in a hushed tone. "Keep you eyes out for trouble Ruff, these city folk are tricky"

He then looks up to Vespian St Brandi and says: Why are we here agian?

"Herbs, hebs and spices Milo." She grins, "That runaway swarm of Katydids and Boxelder bugs wiped out our stored provisions and blighted our plantings. Your tending to the wounded and ill animals is not as effective without them. And with my yeasts and hops cleaned out, I can't brew a descent batch of Stout Ale worth drinking." She holds her stomach with a grimace for a moment. "Wouldn't hurt to research a ward against fleas for fluffy either."
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A gruff voice pipes up from behind Vespian and Milo, it seems to come from that rough group of adventures. "Hold on der Tender. We at the gates, we'll get ya some heal'n real soon. Real soon ya hear now boy, just stay with us." The dwarf then stands up from next to the stretcher and wispers something into the ear of a second dwarf holding the stretcher.


OOC:The group consist of 3 dwarves a human, and cant tell about the person on the stretcher.
any skill checks you wish.

*Ding* Overhearing a conversation that just begs for Goodly Intervention, Vespian walks straight away to the side of the injured  something on the stretcher and speaks to the Dwarves who are in conversation. "I have a very tiny knowledge of the healing arts, but such a small bit is better then non at all. Pleae let me examine your friend to at least see if there is any help I may provide." She then quietly waits for their response, permission or rejection.
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Milo not wanting to be left out walks over with Vespian and looks at the person on the stretchers wounds.
Milo Hardbottle rolled 10 using 1d20+7. Heal Skill Check.

Vesp notes the Druids interest in the patient. "Maybe trauma associated with loss of blood? Eh Milo"
She gives the patient on the stretcher a good look too.

The patient on the stretcher is certainly in bad shape, it seems that his flesh is ripped and torn in more than one place, he is losing blood. The figure is about the same shape and build of Milo, he appears to be a Halfling, but he is badly wounded.
The old gruff dwarf pipes up loudly when speaking with Vespian "Well of course my dear anything you could do to ease his pain until we get him to the temple. We would be much obliged." The dwarf lowers his head as he watches Milo intently.

As Milo reaches down to help, the little one he feels the chill in the wounded ones skin, the blood is not clotting, it seems that he will soon travel on. He will need temple intervention, so it seems.

"Mayhaps I can provide at least a measure of comfort."
Vespian St.Brandi rolled 14 using 1d20+1. Heal Skill Checki
What caused these wounds?

Milo smiles down at the poor fellow on the stretcher Dont worry my friend I shall ask the forest father to bind your wounds.

Milo casts cure light wounds on the halfling on the stretcher

Is very impressed with Milo's powers of healing. "Your presence at my side gives me a great feeling of confidence in our ability to remain victorious!"

Milo's touch brings the warmth and color back to the boys skin as some of the wounds bind themselves closed.


OOC: Milo how many Hp healed?
Just so we all stay on same page. PLease everyone post important game info in a stat block, like this one :)
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Excuse me, do you have any information on orcs? Gimuld asked a random person in the crowd.

Gimuld Froking rolled 2 using 1d20+1. Gather info check

Gimuld walks closer to the gates and as he moves forward he spots an old woman getting her cart ready for the move inside the city. The Old Women straps down her load in her small one donkey cart, and then tends to her donkey.

As she brushes her donkey's hair and mane. "Orcs ya say boy?" Her toothless mouth flaps and gabbers as she speaks. "Whelp, me and Gissupie err made the long trek from Auvandell, in lass fer days." she props her head up a bit to get a better look at the boy Gimuld "and-a we's a dint see a one." She pauses with a toothless smile "corse we's was follow those there Dwarves in that fancy caravan they got der."

About 50' in front of the old lady in a small clearing sets a well armored caravan pulled by a six team of oxen. Three stout dwarves can be seen in worn plate guarding the caravan as another two dwarves tend to the oxen.



The massive 100’ tall stone and steel studded gates begin to slide their way open allowing access to the inner gates

Milo Hardbottle rolled 6 using 1d8+1. Cure Light Wounds.

Milo smiles and steps back happy to see the boy looking better.

To Milo & Vespian
As Milo heals the Halfling man back to strength the City gates begin to open. Seeing the lifeblood flow through his friend the Gruff dwarf gets overly excited and pats Milo hard on the back. "O good show Me boy. Good show. He'll surely make it now." Then reaching out with his hand."Names Gunther, me and my boys is much obliged to ya's. Come see us at "Goat's" tonight we'll make it right." He then dust his hands off and knells down to pick up his pack and hoists it over his shoulder. "Gates  err open'n its time we get 'em to a Temple. We'll see yous two tanight." He nods his head as he motions for his crew to advance.

The two dwarves lift the man on the stretcher as they nod thanks on the way by, as does the remaining human with the two stuffed packs.

"Orcs?" Vesp bored and about to die if she doesn't get throught the gates was listening in on other folks conversation. "It all depends on if you prepare a swamp fed Orc, or a herd fed Orc or a Halfling fed Orc. I personally would never touch a swamp Orc, but there are those who swear by them with a good smoking or 2 day stewing. Make sure you use a lot of onions. Now the migratory herd Orcs, they usually have a fair-off flavor that can be overcome with a good seasoning. They are usually best for making jerky out of. But then," halfling fed Orc, its......" She catches her self as she remembers her good friend Milo is right next to her. "why its the epitome of all evil and a terrible abomination of sheer nastiness! Such practices must neve be allowed!" She then quietly whispers to Gimuld, "but if you have to face such utter evil, best to do so with a wine of Red Vintage and sauteed mushrooms. Add in a Rasberry Croissante and you are feasting like a King!"
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EAT orcs?!? Gimuld exclaimed. I'd rather kill orcs. They destroyed my hometown and I want revenge
I wonder if there is a tavern around here...

I want to try and find a tavern for a drink.

Milo Stumbles at the force of the dwarfs slap..cough!...see ya at the goat!

Milo jumps back on ruff as the gate opens and moves in with the crowd, hearing Vespians cookbook ala orc makes him green.

A drink sounds good lets get out of this crowd

"uhmm......okay. Well the usual idea is that you kill them first before preparing dinner." She laughs.
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A man in a common suit of scale mail, appearing without frills but dignified, finds a short hill by the side of the road and begins addressing the crowd.


"Hear ye, hear ye, the goddess Siamorphe hereby offers her protection and guidance to this land.  She comes not to usurp power, but to support it.  In these trying times, unity under fair leaders is essential, and Siamorphe will lead us toward that end.  I do not expect your support immediately upon meeting me, however.  That is why I, Deacon Bazyli Urgarius, offer my services to this community in the hopes of building a church upon Sundabar's generosity."

The man waits to gauge reactions, then moves to mingle with the populace.

Diplomacy = 14 + 5 = 19
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"On our way then..," She follows Milo through the gates and for some sort of signage that might direct them to the Goat.
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Milo and Ruff look up to the human crying out to the crowd.
What strangeness these city humans have  He thinks to himself.
Then looks to Vespian and askes  Who is Siamorphe?

"I'm not really sure. A human diety I would guess. Though a diety of war, crops, grain or rain I do not know." She looks over at Gimuld. "Do you know anything about that priest's faith?"

Before entering town, Bazyli makes another announcement.

"A short service will be held at noon today in honor of Siamorphe...assuming I can find the proper accoutrements....we will meet outside the Temple of Tyr, not out of defiance, but in the name of accord."

The priest comes down from the hill and addresses Vespian, "Mistress, might I inquire...do you or either of your companions know their way about town?"
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A small group of about seven to eight people seem to take interest in Bazyli's quaint little sermon. One of the common folk pipes up, he is a simple looking older human man with thin gray hair and a leather apron. "protection and guidance....huh? We'll see about that, will she protect us from the Hordes of Orcs that fall forth from the north mountains cutting off Felbarr, will she protect us from the bandits or the goblin kingdoms, and will she protect us from the fell beast of Moon Pass?" The old man pauses for a moment and gets some inspiration form the crowd... "Yeah!" , "yEah!", "yeAh!".. The crowd pipes in with the same skepticism of the old man. Then the old man continues on. " No I think she'll not! Less thy prove us wrong." He points a crooked old finger at Bazyli, the point turns to a wave of the hand in a disgusted motion "Bah!" He states as he walks off in the direction of the gates.


OOC: good to see everyone get together ;)
And now that most everyone is together, what is the plan of action?
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Good day to you Sir Priest She smiles. I am afriad that I have never been here before. I can not speak for Milo or Gimuld. She looks at the others for moment. We have an engagment to meet with some travellers after dinner, but that it is early morning. We were looking for an establishment from which to get drinks just as you began your sermon.

After Bazyli's little sermon, Quindil approachs him, and the rest of the group.
Doesn't sound like they're exactly convinced does it?  I for one would like to know exactly what this "fell beast" of the Moon Pass is.  I take a keen interest in abnormal creatures, and this certainly sounds like an odd one.

Quietly waiting for the others to speak, Vespian looks up and down the roads. Examing signs, roads, shop displays. She is also looking for signs of an organized town gaurd as well as beggars or street urchin that might be able to give directions.

"In a world of fell beasts and orc hordes, the persistent skepticism of the plebeian for law and faith is truly confounding and frustrating," utters Bazyli shaking his head.

Recovering from his minor bout of frustration, Bazyli addresses Vespian again, "Nevertheless, Siamorphe appears to have led me to an affable company.  Let me join you and your band, Mistress, for the toils of the road are upon me in full.  After a lounge, I must seek a tailor for to fashion some appropriate vestments, but if your assembly should require the skills of this Deacon Bazyli Urgarius, they are at your service."

Bazyli follows the rest inside.
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The five newly met party members make there way to the gates. The once spacious crowd has now condensed itself into a tight knit snaking trail, making it much less spacious. The crowd wonders on for a bit making their way inside the main gates, the process is slow going and sporadic, coming to a complete stop on occasion and speeding to a slight hustle at other times. Further up the line, one can see that sentries line the top of the wall, there also seems to be a few sentries manning the front gates, watching as people enter the city.

"I welcome your company good priest, though I do not speak for all of us." She looks to Milo and Gimuld. What say you lads, perhaps the company of the good priest will bring us luck? She feels her nearly empty money pouch inside her chain shirt and behind her belt. I could use a measure of luck that brings coins with it Eh?

Gimuld nods his head.

A priest is many times a good thing, although I hope his goddess is fair and kind. But for now, about that tavern...

"Amen to that, good lady.  I hear there is work in this town, and while I am no hired swordarm, I do long to hear the jingling of gold.  I'd just as soon we find the local guild for such endeavors as anything else."

Bazyli scans the area for a tavern, "As is though, I imagine I can still foot a round of ale."

Bazyli turns to reply to Gimuld, "Siamorphe is just and noble...and it is the job of her clerics to insure that all in power act likewise."
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Whistling a merry tune, merry enough to break the eardrums of anyone with any sense of tone, A huge half-orc, carrying a huge double axe, eats up the highway with huge strides.  Grinning hugely, he slows only when he's about to run into the gate guards "Hail!  And Well Met!"  I roars, hugely, in passible - if strangely accented - common.
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OOC: Erdthar is ahead of the group. He is just now entering the gates

To Erdthar
As you approach the gates you find little difficulty in working your way to the front just as you are about to enter the main gates, a large over built human in full plate steps out from his guard post. "You sir!" He points to Erdthar with his halberd, ignoring the orcs bid of good day. " you sir, step aside please, and state your business in the city this day." The guard points to a nook just beyond the gates "Over there Sir. They will take your statement" Two more soldiers await in the nook. It does seem like a little bit of discrimination as Erdthar is one of the only ones pulled aside.

The two men in the nook look at Erdthar with an awkward eye "Ey, You, state your business, what’s an Orc like you doing coming to the city. Your not here to cause trouble are ya? We'll keep our eyes on you."


To the Others
Within moments you will be upon the gates. There are many townsfolk around that might be able to answer some of your questions or at least point you in the direction of a good tavern, if that is what you wish.

Hmm, well jobs sometimes can be found in a tavern. I think I need some ale first... beer... wine... alcohol... and some strong cider.

Over hearing the groups conversation about drinks and work, the old women that Gimuld was speaking to chimes in. "say boy, I din get err name. You and your group look like a stout group of lads.... and lases." She adds the last bit after seeing Vespian. "we sure could use more o' your kind in these parts.,,,Names Molly" She states loadly with her toothless gums flapping and an out stretched hand. "say if'n yer look'n for a good place to go eat'n and catch a tale 'er two, well then I'd head to "Goat's" best joint in town, if'n yer ask'n me" she pushes on her cart to get the donkey to move forward with the line as she finishes talking.  "if'n yer new to town I can show yous the way, I got a spot right out front a Goats to sell me wares, so I's already head'n that way if'n you want to tag along, more than welcome?"

Gimuld figures he can trust this lady.

Sure Molly, my names Gimuld. Lead the way if you will?

Vespian listens to Molly's words. WOW! Directions to the very place we had to find, possible work and drink! She then looks over at the priest and gives him a hearty slap on the back. By the stars, you are lucky to have around! Then she thinks for a moment, But I need to be honest with you, unless an enchanted Greatsword drops out of the sky right now. I am not converting. She gives the sky an hopefull glance, just in case.

Erdthar fumbles around akwardly, shifting his axe from one shoulder to another so smoothly, it's only after the act is done, that he realizes it may not be quite smart to handle his weapon around worried human guards.  "Business?"  He thinks on this a long moment, his brow furrowed in effort, then finally admits.  "I got no business here - just traveling and this is where the road went."

Quindil follows a pace behind and to the left Vespian & Bazyli as they head off to the bar, keeping fairly quiet, as is the norm.

Milo looks around bewildered at all the people in one area.
He stays very close to Vespian and keeps Ruff close also.
Lets get to this goat place he says. I hate crowds

"Converting?" says Bazyli as he gives Vespian a queer look, " I serve Siamorphe as a deacon, but I would be a fool if I didn't look to other heroic deities for guidance.  "Conversion" is not an element of my mandate, Mistress.  Besides...and I mean no offense, but I would not wager that you are quite what Siamorphe is looking for."


Bazyli turns his attention to Molly as he follows her toward the gate.

"Your kindness is met with gratitude, Gentlewoman.  May I ask what manner of vendibles you deal in?"
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The guard looks you up and down as he pats you on the shoulder and shakes. "well ya seem like a stout lad, take my advise, make your self usefull round here, The Shields dont take much to vagrants." He removes his hand from your shoulder and looks you in the eye for a breif moment. "Go ahead, move along." He steps to the side, and for the first time you can see across the moat to the main city.

A group of people walks beside you as you work your way across the moat. The group consist of a Halfling and his Dog Two Humans and an Elf half bread Women,  it seems an elf also tags along behind. They speak with an old women pushing a cart as they walk, it is easy to overhear their conversation.
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"Well sonny I deal and trade all sorts of wares, less see today I got some fine crafted wood bowls and spoons, I deal with trinkets and I just got some rare spices from down in Auvandell. I come across the occasional rare item here and there, and if'n I aint got what yer look'n fer , well then I knows someones that does. But my most popular item would be my fresh made sugar almonds, they make a might fine snack." She smacks her lips as she thinks of the almonds.  She seems to lose her train of though for a brief second and then keeps speaking." I tell you one thing if'n yer new here, you be watchin those damn cut purses, they grown'n like wild fire, with a lot o' the guards gone off and all" She points to the main gates, "Once we get up her to the gates we gunna make a left b'fore "windswept way", go round back to "Ironleaf Trail", that ways I can park me cart. You boys stay close, and watch them purses!" She franticly works her way through the crowd pushing her way through, she moves with practiced precision.


A rather large Half-Orc comes from a nook located at the main gates he walks along side the group.

"Sugar coated almonds, you say?"  The large half-orc interupted.  "How much do you charge?"  He jingled hi thin purse, no more than a few coins, but looked intrigued.

Some what startled by the large orc, Molly turns to look at him quickly as she continues to walk. When she turns she dips her hand into her apron pocket, and pulls forth a nicely wrapped bundle of almonds. It is a large handful of sugared almonds wrapped tightly in a cloth pouch. She hands them over to Erdthar with an outstretched hand. With a large smile she exclaims " 2 silver bits a bushel, my dear." She is a well practiced merchant being able to keep her pace, as she makes the sale.
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Notes Quindil's step back from the rest. She turns and addresses him, My pardon's traveller, but might I ask you name? I find your interest in this lucky priest's, "fell beast" interesting, though I do hold my own beliefs that it is the character and free will of creatures that determine their nature, not the race they were born into. She smiles, Not many agree though..,
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Cut purses you say? Hmm... maybe I should secure my purse better.So 2 silvers a bundle? If you have any more I'll buy a bushle.

Gimuld pulls out his purse and hands Molly 2 silver pieces. After that he secures his purse in a harder to get place, like next to his heart.

"Most reaonable, dear lady." Erdthar replies as he hands over 2 Silvers, taking the bundle.

OOC:
How much does a bushel of almonds weigh?  I always thought a bushel was a rather large basketfull - a bit more than a cubic foot.  Wheat is around 60 pounds per bushel. so nuts would be about the same?

Name's Quindil Liahstia.  I was curious as to the nature of this Fell Beast, as some there are some creatures I beleive should not exist.  Creatures such as Beholders, who have become a twisted and evil mockery of nature should be destroyed completely and utterly.
Quindil's voice adopts a harsh edge as he continues.  If this Fell Beast is such a creature, I would dearly love to hunt it down and crush it.
Then he falls quiet again, and continues in a softer tone.
My apologies for my little tirade.  I do believe that character is most important in a creature, but I also believe that there are some creatures that will always be evil.

Bazyli raises his eyebrows in mild offense and takes a step back as the others interrupt him to grab some nuts.

Once they calm down, he addresses Molly again, ""Now that that is over with Gentlewoman, I must ask...as you know this town, perhaps you could direct me to the nearest tailor, or any other potential furnisher of some appropriate clerical vestments?  While I am indeed far from the grace of Waterdeep, I should hope that this road attire does not suffice for nobility in this burg."

As he listened to the elf's words Erdthar brightened.  "A fight?"  He smiled cheerfully.  "You wouldn't need a good axe beside you, would you?"  He asked, fondly slapping the face of his great double axe.

Milo walks up to Molly. I want some almonds.

Molly reaches down to Milo with another satchel of almonds. "Here you are my dear. Two bits please"

She then looks over to Bazyil with a quizzical look.  "Whets wrong with those duds?" She smacks her lips a couple times. "But if'n yer need'n new ones, there's  a tailor down the end a Calderfork south, right up near the wall. They might fix err up fer ya.  Don't see as ta why though."

Milo looks confused...a bit of silver or a bit of copper?

She looks at Mile with a crocked head. "Silver my dear. Coppers not worth much these days." She says with a frown as she awaits payment.

Milo reaches into one of his pouches and gives the silver to Molly. Theres your coins ma'am

"Thank ya me dear, Less move along  now, the streets will be getting busy."


The hustle and bustle of the city starts to begin in the morning sun.



OOC:I ll get a good discritption of the city streets later, for now I got to get to work :)

As they follow Molly in a group, Vespian greets the Half-Orc. "And a good morning to you Sir. It would be well to see one such as your self fighting alonside one of Elvish Descent. She nods towards Quindil, Or Mortal, then gestures towards Gimuld, To imagine, the hardened champions of three races, long known for their bloody wars with eachother, lasting years if not centuries, now fighting side by side against a common scourge, not just a fight over who will command the land their blood is shed upon, but a fight to save it from destruction! Said smiling, It would be a great epic in the making!

As the group crosses over the frigid moat into the main city, a loud clatter from the wagon's, cart's and caravan's fill the air as their wheels pound the cobblestone pavers. The streets are wide and open with tall stone buildings lining each side, occasionally there is a small ally that juts between the buildings. The buildings of the city are strong stone construction with most of them reaching at least three stories with many far above that. The local shop owners seem to keep things up nicely, keeping their windows polished and their rubbage out of site. The streets have some what of a dark "Mardis Gra" feel with the tall buildings, steel over head shop signs, and the busy crowds. The people of the streets don't seem to be overly friendly, in fact most folks do what they can to avoid eye contact. Many of the lands common races are represented in the population. Dwarves and Humans are overly common, Halflings and Elves some what, even the occasional "monster race" has representation with the odd Kenku or Ibixian crossing your path. The horizon is dominated by the gigantic stone fortress located at the center of town known as "The Master's Hall". The early morning sky is  filled with black soot from the forges that work around the clock. The town is beginning to wake up as doors open to the various shops and parlors and the shop owners set up some of their goods on the street. A brand new day in Sundabar. What adventure will it bring?

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Following Molly the adventures make a right at the main gates and follow the Wall as they work their way to "Iron Leaf South Loop"  Once there the team makes a left up "IronLeaf" and follows it a ways, when they start to approach the center loop molly motions to an ally.
"That's me spot. Goats is just round der corner." She points and makes a circular motion with her hand. "You kids can go round front, I'll be round in a second just got to set up me cart." Molly begins to pull her cart into the ally, once it is in place she removes her donkey and walks him around the building to the back. Her cart sits in an ally in-between Goat's and another building the front of her cart faces the street, so that she deals with customers right in front of Goats, the donkey gets tied to her cart in the back of the ally.


Goats is an old stone building with ramshackle wood doors and shutters, a large wood sign over hangs the door. The sign has a picture of two mighty rams united in a mighty clash of power. The sign has signs of many mends and repairs, the right side is tied up with an old piece of rope and the left side is held by its original chain.


OoC: Well sorry it took all day, work was crazy.
If any Pc's have questions on the surrounding area, just ask in OOC, and we can get you some more discriptions.

Ahh the goat!, finally I need to dry out my boots.
Milo presses his boots against the ground and water seeps out the tops.

Erdthar looks around at all the people, and the great buildings.  The activey and density of population visibly shakes him, and he hilds his axe close, tightly over his purse.

"I've been told places like this want money, before they provide a roof."  He nodded toward the Goat "I have very little money, I don't know if I can afford to stay in such luxery."

Milo looks at the orc Then we can go back out and sleep in the trees its cheaper, and I'de wager its safer!

Erdthar nods, then looks around.  "Trees outside the main gates?"

Milo nods his head
Yes indeed I hate cities...I really dont know why I'm even here. Or how in the world I got into a conversation with an orc, normally i run away from folks like you Milo chuckles and smiles a little to let the orc know he's not trying to insult him.

Erdthar grins "Most run."  Then he frowns "The one's that don't - try to kill me - I don't like that so much."

Why dont you act like the other orcs Ive met?Milo speeds up so he can keep up with this larger persons steps. Ruff trots along beside him.

Erdthar gives this question serious consideration, and after long deliberation, answers.  "I don't know.  I like to fight, same as the boys I grew up with - do it better than most too - but - well most of the guys, they enjoyed killin' things.  An that - well, I never did enjoy killin' things, or causin' pain when it weren't needed."
 The he grinned a wide, tusky grin, showing plenty of large, yellow carnivore teeth.  "Though those that thought I was weak, they got more than their share of pain."

As the group stands before the ramshackle tavern waiting for Molly, a black cloaked man with the hood drawn up around his head approaches Molly.
"Madam Molly, may I speak with you." He speaks in a low cool tone.
Molly continues to unpack her cart and set up her display, and replies quickly "Yeah go ahead, speak."
The man looks up to the group and responds to Molly some what irritated. "Privately , Me lady."
She looks up to him with a tilted head and a squinted eye. "As you wish, Arnen.". She then looks up to the adventures. "You kids go on and run along now, I'll speak with ya later. Good day to ya's." When she finishes speaking with the adventures she looks up to Arnen and nods him to the back alley.
The two go speak privately in the alley.


OOC: So are we going to Goat's? or possibly down to the tailor for Bazyli, or to the Masters Hall for hired blade work...or....???? you decide.

"Well lads! I've heard enough of you boast that you aim to get a drink this morn. And here be the place to do it." She heads straight to the door and then gives it a try to see if The Goat is open. I hope they got something with real Kick to it!

Will enter if the door opens

I could go for a drink.
Quindil takes a few silvers and coppers out of his change bag, and tucks the rest next to his bosy, under many folds of clothes and armor.  He then heads into the bar, to order an ale.

Milo follows the others to the door. Ive never been to a tavern before

As you walk into the Tavern it is quickly seen as to why it is named Goat's. Tending bar is a muscle bound Goat headed humanoid. Upon entering the bar he speaks up in a deep rumbled form of common. "It a might early for a brew, but what can I do ya for.?" He wipes the counter with a bar rag. "Come on in and have a seat." He motions to the bar stools. "Ain't seen the likes a you b'fore. Where ya hail from?

The tavern is rather large with a few odd tables here and there, it can probably hold at least 50-75 people. However at the moment there is only one patron in the bar. A human sits loathing over his mug of ale in the far right corner, next to him is a stage with a tattered curtain, the curtain is drawn and the stage empty. The bar is about 25' from the door and there is a staircase to the left of the bar that heads up and down. The tables and chairs are all miss matched, and many of them show signs of abuse and repair. The floor is swept yet not very clean, piles of dust are seen below many tables and chairs. The are is dank and stale. A pot sits behind the bar that is slowly coming to a boil.

Drinks: Mugs) Light ale: 4cp, Medium ale: 1sp, Dark(homebrew) ale: 1gp
Spirits: per shooter) Shine: 5cp, Dwarven Grog: 1gp, Imported Scotch: 2gp
Meals: Plates) Stew: 5sp, Roast and Potatoes: 1gp,  River Prawns: 2gp

Erdthar stands outside the tavern for awhile, eating his almonds, and considering how far out of town he'd have to go to find a spot to sleep.

Gimuld was to involved in eating his almonds to notice. They were pretty good

Tavern? Were here at the tavern! Yay! Time for some ale... beer... wine... alchohol... and... I'll just go for the beer.

Gimuld enters and sits down right next to the bar.

Hey barkeep! Can you give me some Dark Ale and some Dwarven Grog.

Gimuld pulls out 2 gold pieces from his pouch and give them to the barkeep.

The Goat headed man looks at Gimuld "Ahh double fisted! My type of man!" He laughs as he poors the drinks. "You had better hold on to your britches with these boy. I hope your stomach is made of Iron." The barkeep also serves anyone else taht would like a drink and then he intorduces himself. "Names Baughzwerth. whats you s names." He points a stout finger in the adventures direction.

Ah beer, one of lifes greatest things.

Gimuld examines the 2 drinks. He then proceeds to drink them at a moderate pace.

Name's Gimuld, Baughzwerth. I like this stuff you got here.

I haven't used the drunk problems before so I don't know what to do. One or 2 constitution check?
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Milo scrambles up onto a bar stool, and Ruff lays down beside his chair.
He looks at the goat head man and says "Give me some potatoes and river prawns, and a mug of light ale. do ya have any old bones I could let my dog chew?" and then lays 4 silver on the counter.

Baughzwerth looks down to Milo and his 4 silver pieces. "That will get you a bowl a stew, and a cup water, but I'll get ya a bone for yer dog, just cuz I like dogs." He laughs and licks his lips as he serves the thick stew.

Finally, after reviewing in his mind his scant funds, Erdthar shrugs, and walks into the Inn.  After hearing the prices, he orders a mug of stew, and a weak beer.

M'mame's Quindil...I want the stout draught, but I don think I can afford it.  Make it a medium draught.

Quindil takes one of the silver pieces he had in his pocket, and drops it on the counter.

"Oh my" She considers the prices, I would prefer water for the morn, but this a festive even to celebrate, the grand meeting of all these noble adventurers. I shall have a Light Ale then!" She pays for her drink. Then raises it to the assembled group. "I toast to you Lads and this wonderfull Morn. What adventures shall ye both bring. Salute!" She tips back the Ale and drinks it in a single motion, then slams the empty glass down on the counter.

"Oh dear i dont have enough for prawns." Milo says
"ok then stew it is, I'll just go fish some out myself one of these days, the river gives them for free" Milo shakes his head sullenly
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Baughzwerth smiles at Milo as he serves the rest of the group.  "Eye she does give them for free, yet fer some reason I keep paying more to keep them on the menu, Who knew?" After serving everyone their meals and drinks Baughzwerth tends to some bar chores. A few moments pass and finally he speaks again. "So whats a crew like yours do'n in town? You got an exploration planned, maybe route out some kobolds." He takes two shadow box swings into the air as he says "kobolds" and then continues. "There's a might lot o' work in these parts these days. I hear half the companies can’t even keep their ranks full, couple o' the smaller ones have shut completely down....Hmmphf a shortage of blades never heard o' that before? hmmpf who would of thought?" He looks each of the party memebers in the eye as he waits a responce.




OOC:If one walks or looks around the bar they would notice that there is a large Board posted to the right of the bar. The board is marked "Jobs”, the writing is crooked and barley legible, there are a few "post its" stuck to the board. The old man in the corner still has not moved.
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Fighting's good, Kobolds are bad, Kobolds would be good to fight.  As long as I get to swing my sword, and get gold.
This statement is slightly odd, since Quindil carries a spear, not a sword.

Who is the old man?  Milo Says

Baughzwerth looks to Milo. "Ahh poor old guy comes in here all the time. Just sits there and drinks his beer, staring endlessly into the bottom of the glass. He's here almost ever' day."

Milo gets up and walks over to the old man  Whats wrong oldtimer lose something in the bottom of that mug?

The old man does not move to acknowledge Milo. Instead he just sits there gurgling something un-intelligible. "Graaaahh Greeggg OooGallend"

The door opens, and a red haired gnome passes inside, dressed in shinning black leather. Making a beeline for the bar, he mounts a chair, and asks Baugh somewhat frantically

"I've heard that you make fiery spirits? True?"

Baughzwerth looks to the little Gnome "Some do say that. You can find out on your own for just 1gp a mug."
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Milo not understaning the mans ramblings shrugs and goes back to the stew he was eating. "Hmm that is odd does he always talk like that Baughzwerth?" Milo asks as he takes another bite of he stew.

Baughzwerth replying to Milo "pretty much, most I ever get out of him is a nod when he needs a beer. He dont never say much to anyone. Poor old guy."


OOC: Ohh and Gimuld, dont worry too much about the drunk rolls, maybe if you get really sloshed :)
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Milo shrugs again at the bartenders response and says to the others around him: Hey I saw that some guy needs a diamond mine cleaned out. 700 gp! what do ya think?

Erdthar quietly sits and eats his stew - occasionally giving a feral look around the room.

Quindil shrugs.
Sounds good.  What's the details?

The big orc looks around at the mention of money.  "Fighting for money?"  He asks, with a broad grin.

Pello nods to Flarne, and pulls out a gold piece, "One of those then."

"Dang Straight!" The lass pats her falchion hilt. "I have always enjoyed a spirited row and getting paid for a little adventure is just what I have been looking for." She orders another cheap drink and bowl of stew. What say you Bazyli? The people of Sudabar may donate funds to build your church, but this seems like a sure thing eh?" She ches a bit of the stew thoughtfully, Providing we don't die and our victorious, those last points always help.

Clearing out a diamond mine? Sounds good but why don't we grab a few "rocks" while were there? Extra gold is great!

Gimuld thinks the mine clearing is a good idea. He starts to think about supplies. He asks Baughzwerth where a general store is.

Is there a general store in the area?         

Baughzwerth speaking to Gilmuld. "The Bloodaxe have a supply house north of here. They always have good wares and a fair price. It is located on "Behind way" just before the "Sword Gate"
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"Eh, and where might a fetching lass as myself get a good price on the trade-in of the Falchion towrds the purchase of a Great Sword? She asks sweetly.

At the talk of adventure and reward going on around him, Pello takes a quick peek into his almost empty money pouch. It wouldn't hurt to get it filled. Nodding to himself, he spins around in his seat to face the adventurers.

"Say, what is this I here about cleaning out a diamond mine? Should you perchance be interested in magical support?"

Aye, ye read headed spell tosser, that we would. That we would. And what do we call you? She asks kindly.

"Ah, how forgetfully of me." still seated on the stole, and with the mug in one hand, Pello flourishes a bow.

 "Pello Flarne at your service. A student of the school of Anor. And spell tossing is indeed my speciality." Pello finishes and takes a deep gulp from his mug, and nearly falls of the chair.

Looking at the mug he grins surprised, "Whoa! Good stuff!"

Milo laughs Milo Hardbottle Druid of the High Forest, nice to meet you.
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Vespian laughs along with Milo. "Indeed, well met. My friends call me Vespian, Vespian St.Brandi." She lays 2 Gold on counter. "Barkeep, another round there for my redhaired twin. She notes the only similiarity between her and the Gnome. And one for my stodgy Druid Buddy here. Milo gets a friendly clap on the back. "The rest of you gents will get a round on old Vespian, with interest, when we get back from the Diamond caves. Her stew is finished with lip smackin chug and a hearty belch. "I'm off to meet our new employer and then trade in this stumpcutter for some real steel. Something to take a girls breath away. And with a wink, she is out the door to go trading.

Wait for me Im going  too i need some herbs and a few other things to keep you guys from dieing if you get cut up. Milo jumps down and follows Vespian Ruff is close behind.  Oh and dont forget we need to meet those dwarves we helped,maybe they'll give us some gold for helpin there buddy out? Dwarves are good at makeing steel things arnt they? Maybe you could talk one of them into a cheap deal for one of those big metal cutters you guys are so fond of.

The red haired lass stops suddenly as if slammed straighway into a Donkeycart, "Aghm,,,,Well of course Dwarves are good at making weapons, but not all Dwarves. Thats like saying they all frolic about in groups of seven catering to the whims of precocious, lost princesses. She looks up and down the road. "And I'm yet to see a princess or hear a single Hi-ho!" She laughs,Milo, Milo Thats just crazy talk,, Thinks about it some more, ,,, yet Crazy Like a fox! It just might work. Okay, I will sell my shrubbery cutter, but will not buy a new weapon until we meet with our new friends after dinner. She tuns to look back at The Goat. Now Milo my good friend,  Would you be so kind to give me a moment to take care of little lady's buisness? It will only be a few minutes. And while you are waiting, might you go back inside and partake of that drink I bought you? It was my last gold piece, a token of my respect for our friendship. It would hurt my feelings so to think that you left it there such.

Milo looks up at the woman Uh yeah ok sure Milo walks back to the  drink lifts it up and shouts  To the Forest!!! and takes a long draught

Returns to The Goat. "WHoh! Does my dress still fit? I think I lost ten pounds. Whoooooh." She smiles at Milo. "Okay, I'm ready now. Lets go." Walks back out the door and waits for him.

Milo turns seeing Vespian and says. Thats what your wearing to buy a sword?Then walks after her
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Oh yeah going to the employer. Get the downpayment, get supplies. Pello, nice to meet you.

Gimuld follows after Milo and Vespian.

My schedule is now finally clear

Erdthar follows the merry conversation with bright, red eyes.  All the while, he eats up is stew, soppign up every drop and crumb.  When Vespian leaves - he frowns - but doesn't move from his seat.

When the group decides to move out and seek employment, he stands. "Mind if I lend an Axe to the cause?"

Sitting with a half full (or is it half empty?) mug of fiery brew in one hand, and a full one in the other, Pello is placed in a dilemma as everybody suddently leaves. After all, it would be a shame to leave the liquor behind, especially free liqour.

Luckily, wizards tend to be intelligent fellows, and it doesn't take many seconds for Pello to come up with a plan.

"Well, nice to meet you, Baugh old buddy, but it seems its time to go. Since I'm in a bit of a hurry I hope you don't mind if I borrow these two mugs. I'll get them back to ya in a few days, without content. See ya."

By the time of the last word, Pello has reached the door, and disappears out onto the street, mugs well in hand.

As Pello heads out of the bar with his two bar mugs Baughzwerth raises his voice in protest. "Hey! you cant take my mugs! You had better bring those back along with two more, or you wont be getting served here any longer!...... And neither will your pals!" He goes back to cleaning down the bar as he shakes his head.

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After a few moments of traveling south through the busy streets of Sundabar the party comes to the indicated address, 120 IronLeaf. You stand before a 4 story building made of fine granite, a stone porch with two steps lead up to a massive oak door with two adjacent stone pillars holding the second level balcony that looks over the street. The windows are lined with well crafted wood shutters, the first and second story windows also have some heavy iron grates protecting them.
  A man sits on the balcony smoking his pipe, as you approach he rises from his seat and makes his way inside. The streets are busy with common folk and merchants selling their wares, the skies are still dreary and cloud covered.


Time: 9:37am 1st of Fading

"Well then, Who is doing the talking?" She looks at the door and then back at the others. Negotiations is not my strong suit.
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The party is all togtehr at 12o Ironleaf.
So is anybody going to Knock??

Milo walks up and knock on the door

After but a few brief moments the door servant answers the door. A tall clean cut gray haired human in fancy duds opens the door. With a very ritzy, slow tone of voice. "Welcome! And how may I help you Sirs and Madam?"

After hearing that you are here inquiring about the job, he looks you up and down for a second, then replies. "I suppose you will do."

He steps aside and motions you into the great hall. Where you can see finely crafted furniture well painted paintings and a few tapestries, the floors are a brilliant white marble freshly polished. "Come in please and make your self comfortable, Master Drace will be with you in moments." as he lets you in, he looks down at your feet. "And please be mindful of the dirt and soot on your heals. We just had the floor done." At the finish of his statement he he turns his nose up and walks out of the main hall, no longer to be seen.

Erdthat looked around the place - completely unimpressed by things he didn't understand.  He did pick up his feet though - to inspect the sloes for noexistant mud.

As is the norm, Quindil doesn't say much.  Rather, just steps inside, with only a quick glance at his feet.  His footwear passes his definition of clean, so he continues on (Remember, he did grow up running around the mountains and trees, so he's not too concerned about dirt).  Although I don't know what furniture there is...  Quindil finds a places to stand, somewhat off to the side...  Regardless of how comfy the furniture looks

Looks for a tapestry or some linen table coverings to wipe her feet off on, then shrugs and leaves them as is.

Milo and Ruff walk in, Milo sits on the floor somewhere in the middle and Ruff lays by him.

Taking a small sip from his drink, Pello avoids getting knocked over, but his ears and nose still wriggle obscenely as the liquor passes down his throat. Then he follows the others, almost unconsciously wiping his feet on the doormat before passing inside.

After what seems like an eternity Master Drace makes his prescience known as he comes down the main stair. "Good day, brave adventurers!" He moves slowly as he looks the bunch of you over. He is an average sized human with black hair and a clean cut black beard, he wears a gray shirt under a dark purple vest and a long flowing black cloak follows behind.

As he makes it to the bottom of the stairs he circles around the group scooping out each of your weapons and armaments. He makes various facial expressions as he passes each one of you, none of them very impressive. Finally he speaks with a smooth tongue. " Much the motley crew, but that makes for all the more better. I think you will do just fine." He continues to pace around for a few seconds. "Come into the meeting chambers and we will discuss business.
He motions for you to follow him into the adjacent room.

The meeting chamber is a large room with vaulted ceilings and a balcony on the second floor looking down over the exquisite oak table. The table sits 14 comfortably. Drace goes to the head of the table and motions you to sit. A side table is placed next to his chair and he rummages through it for a few seconds and then produces a large coin pouch that he places on the table, he also pulls out two pieces of parchment.

"If you are to be working for me. We will have to state the terms, and both parties, you and I will be accountable for our terms. If either of us break terms, then we will be brought before the council, and they will decide our punishment."

"Now I assume that you would like a little information on the mission you are about to partake in?"

"I have recently purchased a small mine in the Rauvin foothills. The Cryoden mine as it is known. I purchased it from a small group of dwarves that have moved north to Citadel Adbar. The mine is rumored to have a few nasty residents that I wish to disperse before I send a team of miners."

He un-rolls one of the pieces of parchment, as it rolls out you can see that there is a primitive map drawn out showing the location of the mine. Drace points with his finger and traces out the trail that leads to the mines.

"As you can see the mines are tucked into the foot of the Rauvin Mountains. Just below the Goblin Kingdom of Malauth. It is about 40miles as the way the crow flies, the trail is closer to a 55 mile trek, just over a two day walk. There is a look out shelter located at the half way point, it is old and run down but can keep you out of the nights cold."

"I am willing to pay you well for this mission I offer a 700gp reward of which I will give half as down payment, for you to use as you wish. I also offer the plunder that you find in or near the mine, all of it is to be yours, if any. If you wish to take me up on this offer I will give you a nights stay at my in "The Falling Feather". Time is of the essence, I expect you to leave at first light."


"What say you?" As he finishes his statement he pushes the large coin bag out into the center of the table, he also pushes forth the contract along with a quil pen and ink.


I am trying to get my scanner to work so I can get a better map of the Vale for you. But for now you'll have to use your imagination. :)

Quindil thinks about it for a while...
I like the sounds of this, and I need more coin.  But a little more info would be nice.  What type of undesirables are we talking about removing?  I'm worried, I have seen warriors get crushed by creatures in mines.

Listens quietly. Ready to take the offer but does not wish to appear to eager.

Pello on the other hand is nearly dancing around in the background.

Might be the liquor though, seeing how on mug is now empty.

Milo does some math in his head hmmm...thats not much gold split between us all. Do you think we will find some more on the monsters we kill? I guess that depends on the kind of monsters we meet. We arnt going in to kill some animals that dont have pockets to keep gold in are we? Oh and can we keep the diamonds we find?Milo looks worried.

"Oh, good one Milo! What if we find diamonds on the bodies of whatever riffraff you want dealt with?"

Master Drace takes in your questions and thinks on them for a moment before replying. ”Well the dwarves that I purchased the mines from stated that they have been plagued with goblin raids, however, I presume that is not what sent them packing. So more imminent danger could be present.”  He stays silent for a brief moment and then looks to Milo. ”My good man. If you feel that this is not a good price, you could always go else where for employment.  But I would assume that there is more than a fair share of plunder to be found. And the diamonds well they will be quit useless to you, unless of course you can cut gems.” Drace raises his eyebrow and seems somewhat irritated by the druid’s implication of poor pay.

Milo looks at the man. I really dont know what is fair price for risking my life. Silvanus teaches that all life is valuable beyond compare. I am not complaining about your offer Im just thinking about it outloud Milo then smiles.

Can we keep the diamonds we find?

”Well that would depend if you decide to take my offer or not. But I tell you what I’ll split them with you 60-40, I’ll take the larger share seeing as it is my mine.” Drace smiles and pushes the contract forward just a bit more, as he waits your reply.

Milo reaches over and scribbles his name onto the contract.
Does my dog get a share? Milo says with a wink of his eye.

So with 7 of us that give me 50 gold now right?
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Sounds like a good deal, I'm in.

Gimuld puts his name on the contract.

Having stuffed the first mug into his backpack, Pello walks up to read the contract, while trying to hide the other mug on his back, without spilling too much.

I'm in.
Being illiterate, Quindil puts a Q and an L down for a signature, the only two parts of his name he could bother to learn to write.

Master Drace smiles wide "excellent choice!" He then glances around the room looking to the others. "What of the rest of you?"

Pello continues to look through the contract.
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Vespian holds a pen in her hand, "Hey Red, anytime yor ready, I'd like to go ahead and sign."
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"Oh right."

Pello shifts the mug from his right hand to his left hand behind his back, and signs with an amount of flourishes and loops that would make any civilised man jealous.

Cute, pretencious but cute. Vespian remarks on Pello's signature then adds her own in short, neat script.

"Well that just about does it." Drace retrieves the contract from the table, he then reaches out his hand with the contract in Erdthar's direction. "What say you master orc?"

Milo looks around feeling uncomfortable in this building.Come on guys, lets get this done so we can get on the road.

After everyone has made their mark on the contract Drace smiles. "I look forward to your return. If this goes well your pockets will have no hard time staying lined. Now go. As I said you may take a nights rest at "The Falling Feather". It is located north of here on " North BehindWay" near the gates." He then retrieves the last piece of a parchment from the table. "Here this is the voucher for your rooms."

He moves to shake each one of your hands in turn. "Good luck! May Tymora smile upon you!"



The meeting took almost 2hrs to complete so it is near midday.
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"Ohhhh Nice,, Thank You!" Vespian smiles as the man shakes her hand. She waits for the advance payment.

The Bag of coins is the 350gp down payment, it is in your possession, and I will add it to the treasure thread

If you would like you may go to the Bloodaxe Mercantile for supplies. If you want to purchase anything, Post it in the Bloodaxe Mercantile thread. Make a list of the items and the listed cost, I will then ok your purchases. One post per pc please. If you want to combine your monies , work it out in the OoC thread.

Milo looks over all the stuff in the Mercantile and sees nothng of use. So looking to the group he says  Nothing I want here, give my my share of the gold so I can go back and get some river prawns from the goat.

Vespian sells her barely used Falchion and then buys a Greatsword and ShortBow. She still has her quiver of arrows left over from when she gave up her Sabre, Shield and first Shortbow to gain the Falchion.
"Weapons are like fashion, one never knows what will take a lass's fancy. I only hope to have such wealth some day that I will have a great closet of weapons, all types and all in different colors to match my shoes." She smiles sweetly and heads back to The Goat with Milo to drink water by the fire, eat peppery stew and wait for their meeting with the Dwarves.
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Cackling ensues from Pello as he spots Bloodaxe Mercantile's alchemical goods. A few minutes later he leaves the establishment with two flasks filled with warning labels.

Sitting at the Goat. Eating Stew. Waiting for dinner time. Wondering what the rest of the Sultans of Swinging Sundabar are doing.

Goat's traffic increases as the day goes on, with patrons coming and going. At first Baughzwerth was hesitant to serve you but when he saw his two mugs he let it go, seems he must of forgot about the other two that he wanted.

Milo and Vespian are set at a large table with plenty of  room for everyone in the back corner near the stage. The drunken old man is still there in the same spot muttering over his cup of mead.

No sign from the dwarf or the Halfling that was healed at the gates this morning, but the day is still young.



1:45 1st o'Fading

Gimuld walks back into Goat's after doing his shopping.

Oy, Baughzwerth give me some Dwarven Grog and Dark Ale and some Roast and Taters

Gimuld sits down at the barstools and lays 3 gold pieces on the counter. When his drinks come he sips them slowly while munching the food.

Baughzwerth! Milo says in a cheery voice A plate of River Prawns and potatoes, and a pint of your best Ale... Its time for lunch! How much will it be Ive got  money now!

Baughzwerth takes Gimuld's coin and hands him a tall mug of mead, and a flask of grog. "Dats my kind a drinking! Yer meat and tatters be out in a few, Mate!"
He wipes up some of his mess as he looks down to Milo "Welcome back! Lad, Good ta see ya got some coin in yer pocket. It'll be 3 gold bits, and I'll throw in the tatters, on the house!" He then gets a large mug and fills it at the keg and then slides it down the bar to Milo. "Food I'll be right out."

He hustles into the back room as he shouts some obscene orders at a couple of his barhands.

Vespian watches the old man for a bit, then notes that he is not going anywhere so instead rises from her seat. "I'll be back in a minute boys." She says to Milo and Froking, "I want to check on Molly." She walks out the door and looks to see if Molly is back to tending her cart.

Molly is in fact tending her cart, however she has no customers. She looks to be stirring a small pot over a small flame on the back of her cart, probably just making more almonds.

"Hello Molly. I want to thank you for your help. We have employment now." Vespian smiles, "Though that is good fortune for us, I have noticed a man down on his luck and heavily in his cups inside." She gestures towards The Goat. "Do you know anything about him, or what we might do to possibly help him?"

Well, Quindil doesn't have much that he needs to do, so he's just gonna head back to the bar, order a pint of Dwarven Ale (mmm mmm good), and slowly enjoy every drop of it.

Molly looks to Vespian. "You must be speaking of old Eisenhower. Poor old coot lost his wife and daughter not but a yer ago. Disappeared in the night they did, lef no trace but a small spattering a blood on the door. Lest that what everyone seems to think.

Now he comes here all the way to Goat's from his farm cottage just out side the North gates. He comes once er twice a mont' just sets there in his sorrows, 'ell I don’t think I heard 'em spoke a word since his family gone.

Don’t know if there’s much you can do with that one, Lass.

Erdthar follwed the rest of the party back to the Goat, and quietly sat in the corner, drinking water and small beers, and nibbling sugared almonds.

"H'mmmmm,,, indeed. I'm not sure either. Perhaps we will discover a way to aid his grief when we return from our mission." She counts her coins, "How much for two bags? One for now and one for the road."

"Two silver bits a bag, so 4 if ya want 2 of 'em"Molly replies.


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Back at the Goat, things are still quite and no sign of the dwarf. A few more patrons have come in and made the place a bit more lively. A band is beginning to set up its instruments, looks like some Congo drums and a few flutes.

"Here is 6, 4 for the 2 bags and 2 more for those less fortunate then I." She heads back through the doors of The Goat, but leaves the cart vendor with a nod. "If you ever need anything good Molly, all you have to do is but ask."

As the night draws to an end, there is still no sign of the dwarf. The band sounded pretty good, played a couple catchy toons. Baughzwerth notes that you guys have been in the bar awhile and mosses his way over to your table, and grabs a seat. "So what you boys gett'n into? Seems ya been heres awhile, you wait'n on somebody? If'n so, maybe I can pass on a message for ya? I know most folks that come in here. Be happy to pass it on if yous got business to tend to"

Milo says  We were waiting for a few dwarves and a halfling fellow I healed this morning as we waited to enter the gate. They told us we might meet them here tonight and I was hopeing to see if the lad I helped was ok

"I think I know who you speak of, I beleave that would be Tender and his boys. Tenderfoot as most know him is the lil one. I'll pass the word on to them. Who should I say left the message? " Baughzwerh replies.

Ummm..we didnt exchange names so just tell them that Milo of Silvanus and Co. Tell em I gave them a bit of healin and just wanted to check up

"Will do" Baughzwerth replies with a wink of his right eye.



The party leaves the Goat and heads to The Falling Feather for a nights rest before heading out in the morning.

The group travles down from Felbar following the river Redrun. You pass by the small forest known as Fletchers down, you all remember an adventure that took place amung the trees, one filled with goblins. You also remember an underground entrance that is not too far south of the Down. Trotting along the river brings back memories of days past.

Before too long you pace the old outlook and are nearing the north gates of Sundabar.

It is the 1st of Leaffall and the morning sun warms you as you head to the gates. As normal the northern gates are closed when you arrive.

Looks at the gates suspiciously,

"Have those always been there? I'm so not expecting rejection at this point in time. Could they not prepare a proper reception for triumphant Heros?"

Quindil also eyes the gates...
"Pah!  What do you care?  You've got wings.  Just fly over the gate and arrive in a dazzle of splendor, like the triumphant wing'd hero you are.  Me?  I prefer to knock."

"I agree with the lady. We should have a heroes welcome. But I'll settle for not getting chased out of town."

Reaching the gates a guard calls out from the wall above.

”Harr… who goes there? What be your business with Sundabar?”

"Got a delivery for Dundbar Gemaxe." Pello calls back.

The guard scratches his head and then looks over to his comrade. The two discuss something for a minute and then he peers back down to you.

"Come on in....you'll have to find that person yourself, i've never heard of him."

A loud clank comes from the otherside of the door as someone release the bolt that keeps it locked. The huge doors slowly start to swing inward. revealing the long platform that goes over the moat and leads to the city proper.



You all came in through Swords Gate (north) , labeled 5
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"Somebody'll have to refresh my memory...where do we go for a soft bed and a cold ale?  Not necessarily in that order, of course."

Quindil pauses for a second and thinks.

"Where was that one place?  Something about a goat?  Anybody remember where the heck that was in this town?"

Quindil pauses for a second time.

"Wait a tick, I think I have something here that'll help."

He rummages through his backpack.

"Ah, excellent, my Tourist's Guide to Sundabar's (in)famous Bars and Grills™.  It's in the southwest corner."

Quindil marches off towards the alehouse.
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The morning sun continues to rise on this the 1st of Leaffall as the group parades down the streets toward Goats tavern.

Upon arrival the place seems to be a bit deserted at this time of the day, but the bar is open.

AS you walk in Baughzwerth greats you well. "Lads and lass. How be thy? Long time it has been since you came through these parts. Good to see. What would ye like?"

"The strongest liquor you have. I need something good after trudging around in nature all this time."

"What he's having, but stronger.  Not that watered down stuff you give gnomes.  Real liquor.  Oh, and a steak.  Or whatever chunk of flesh you might happen to have in the back.  I won't ask questions."

"I've learned to throw around fire balls since last I was here, so no watered down stuff."

Baugzwerth laughs a bit at both Pello and Quindil and then supplies them both with rather large mugs of a very dark ale that is thick like molases. He grins "No water in there other than what is needed, the ale is safer to drink than the water here in the city. Now where i am from, high on the mountains, the water is pure and fresh, Not so much here in the dirty city. Ale is better than water anyway."

He grunts to teh back room and then look to you all, "Your food will be up shortly, a nice rack of Lamb." He smiles and winks and then continues on "So were be you heading now? Not too much excitement here in teh city. Helm has gotten a good handle on the few small street gangs that are here, so things are looking good in these parts. Provided no dragons come down from the mountains."

Baugzwerth speaks pretty good for a goat.

"No plans at the moment. Except for selling one excessively large gemstone." Pello states as he enjoys his brew.

Baugzwerth scratches behind his left horn and then look over to Pello "Gemstone huh? Im sure you can find a suitable buyer here in town. Perhaps i can help. What type of gem are we speaking of?"

A couple of human patrons walk in through the bar doors. Baugzwerth looks away from you all and greats them, he then wistles to the back room. Of female same race as Baugzwerth comes from the back to go out and serve the two patrons that sit in the corner table.

Baugawerth then looks back to you all with anticipation in his eyes as he rubs his hands together, in a some what greedy fashion.

"Well, let's see.." Pello riffles through his pockets, and pulls out the diamond and the star ruby.

"It's this diamond I was really thinking about, but this one.." he nudges the ruby "should probably be worth a good deal too. I dunno," he looks around at the other members of the group "Maybe you could get a share, if you can direct us to someone who will actually pay what they are worth."

His eyes nearly pop out of his head when he eyes the diamond. He grabs it and take a good long look at it. "where the hell did you get this big ass thing?" He keeps eyeing it and holding onto it.

"An uncut diamond like this will bring a lot of cash. If we can find a buyer. I want a 10% fee and i will find a buyer." he glances over at the ruby. "I can find a buyer for that too, also 10%"

"As long as the buyer gives us a price that we can accept, I agree." Pello replies.

"And here I thought you were going to get yourself mugged, showing that thing off."
Quindil turns to Baugzy...
"You manage to get us a decent price for those things and you'll have earned yourself one helluva tip."

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Pello snorts

"Anyone powerful enough to mug us, would probably have better things to do."

"Like what?  Enjoying a beer at the bar after a tough day?  If we're here, there's no reason for other, more unscrupulous, adventurers to not be."

"I wouldn't call it a mugging though, when you have to dodge fireballs. Mugging somehow suggests a victim who can't defend himself properly. Now we could have been involved in a robbery. Or a heist. But I think we are beyond muggings."

"A helpless victim?  Like, a wizard who got blackjacked when his back was turned?  You keep talking like we're hot shit but we almost didn't make it out of that place.  A little more discretion might be a prudent idea."

Pello scoffs "Now I really didn't want to say this, but having an Astral Deva as a girlfriend, and being able to bend reality to my will might put me in a different class than you. I don't remember having any trouble, except for keeping you guys alive.

Not that I mind, I'm just saying that I might not be afraid of the same things that you are."

"To reiterate: bending reality to your will won't do a damn thing for you when you're too busy ogling and fondling your gem to notice the scumbag sneaking up behind you.  Not unless you have a magical guard dog or something.  Since those generally aren't on fire, they're probably not in your spell book.  On a similar note, healing spells aren't either, so I don't think you're really the one 'keeping us alive'."
Quindil chuckles to himself.
"And an Astral Deva for a girlfriend?  Is she aware of this?  Are you sure this isn't one of those one-sided relationships?"

"You just don't recognize manly charisma when you see it." Pello replies, and downs his drink.

Redirecting his attention to Baugzwerth, he gathers up the two gemstones again "Anyway Baug, when do you think you'll have this buyer lined up?"

Baughzwerth looks around to you all and smiles.

'Ohh i'll have a buyer this night' he states with confidence and a smile.

He then leans in closer. 'bring your selfs to the back door at high moon. I'll have a buyer here. And dont forget that 10%' With that he walks to the back and gets your food ready.

"High moon?" Pello asks out loud, after Baugh has passed through the door to the kitchen, then looks at Quindil "That's when you do illegitimate stuff, right? Do fences pay better than a gem broker?"

Baugzwerth comes through the swinging double doors with his hands full of plates and platters he sets them down on the bar before you with a few clangs. The food looks good, not the fanciest you've seen but it will do.

"Its on me boys and lady" he smiles toward Vesp. "Just make sure you show tonight or my friends wont be happy."

"I don't know." Pello answers "Couldn't we handle it more comfortably? Say, a couple of hours before midnight, and inside. Discuss it over a pint."
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Baugzwerth laughs and looks down to Pello, "Don’t you worry little man, things are on the up and up. I am after all a retiree of the Blood Blades (See town plots rumors). I served and protected this land for many moons. I am not an underling of the evil doers. But sometimes one must use a different path than that laid before them. My intentions are good and just, as are those of the soon to be buyer.

You know, diamonds and rubies of that size can be used for much more important things than jewelry.” He winks as he grabs a couple of mugs full of brew to hand to the bar maid, who then takes them to the two patrons in the corner.

”More ale boys? He smiles and walks to the tap and fills five more mugs and hands them out to all of you.

Having arrived at the gates just before dawn, Nolo was glad to dismount and take a break.  He was not the most accomplished rider, in fact he preferred to walk, so his backside was a little sore.  He took the pre-dawn moments to stretch and meditate while his horse grazed.  Nolo was not entirely sure why he was here, not that this was bothersome, often times one had to journey a ways down the path until the Moon Goddess revealed her will.  Even then the answers were cryptic; the wisest of his Order could not always extrapolate the meaning.  Nolo had always found meditation to be helpful in this regard.  The calm, centered silence allowed him to open his spirit and mind to her message; make connections that were otherwise not intuitive.

Just then the morning bell rang.  Nolo was conscious of the others who had approached the gate, but ignored them.  Now he rose and took account of what he saw and entered the gate with the others.  Turning to the person closest to him, Might you know of an Inn where I could find lodging?

"So we got us a business deal.  Whyadda we do now?  Buy a cottage?  Castle?  Waiddaminute...we buy a brewery and retire.  The perfect plan!  That, or I suppose we could buy a bunch of weapons and potions and crap and march off to certain death."

Falk finally speaks up after being so quiet

Heh, a brewery for you? You'd drink it all yourself and not make a copper piece!

"If I'd buy anything, it's be a library. And then I'd still need to go out and find new tomes for it."

"Well, I'd hafta go get...umm...exotic plants and hops to make new beer...

...alright, maybe th'brewery's not the best choice now."

The group chit chats for a few as they plan to spend their yet to gain loot.

A newcomer (Nolo) makes their way into the bar and is greeted with joy by Baughzwerth the Goat Folk. "Welcome lad. never seen the likes a you in these parts. Make yer self at home and enjoy the good food and great mead. What can i get fer ya?"

The day is slowly fading away as the mugs of ale keep coming on and on, soon everyone will be three sheets to the wind if they keep this pace up.

Upon entering the Inn, Nolo takes a quick appraisal of the the room and its occupants.  When the innkeeper approaches, Nolo looks at Baughzwerth with a straight face and responds very seriously, I do not believe that the likes of me has been in these parts good sir.  I am interested to find where my journey leads me, but for now as I have been travelling for many days and recently through the night.  A hot meal and a room to wash and rest would be greatly appreciated.  May the Goddess guide you and bless you and yours.  Giving the innkeeper a slight bow, he awaited the jovial man's response.

Overhearing the conversation, Falk gives a snort, just loud enough for Nolo to hear "pfft, the Goddess. She couldn't fight off a blind kobold!"

"Depends on what goddess we are talking about here. I'd bet ya Sune could knock out anything male."

He strokes his chin thoughtfully "Though, of course, the kobold being blind would complicate things."

At hearing the comment regarding the Goddess, from one of the patrons, Nolo was curious.  In part he found it offensive, being a priest, he was respectful of the faiths of others...well except for those that followed the Dark Lady of Loss.  They deserved the mercy they gave others, which meant none at all.  Emboldened he strode over and looked down upon the speaker seated at the table, who appeared to be a warrior of some kind.  Although irritated his face was placid and his voice calm.  I can tell from your comment, that you are ignorant of the Daughter of the Night Sky, but you are right she would not fight with a kobold blind or otherwise.  Much like I imagine, you would not fight a small child.  There is a saying among my people...When one knows nothing of the topic conversation, it is best to keep silent and allow those about you to think you an ignoramus, instead of speaking and confirming it as fact.  I suggest you heed this advice for the future and save yourself much embarrassment.  He stood calmly expecting the man to react in some way.  He was not sure why the Goddess had led him here, perhaps it was to defend her honor...not that she needed it, but her ways were mysterious, so he would travel the path and see where it led.

"Ah suggest ya watch yer mouth.  That there holy man is a damn good man to have in a fight.  He saved ma arse, so he did.  So perhaps ye should take yer own advice.  Maybe ye can find a druid to thicken yor skin."

Falk is slightly amused at this reaction.

"I assume you mean that fairy Sehanine. She's too busy playing with that big ball of cheese in the sky. Now, my God Tempus, huh, now that's a true God! He guides my sword and my magic and grants me strength to defeat my foes!"

Falk picks up his mug in triumph "To Tempus!" and downs the rest of his ale.

Pello leans back against the bar, to see how the conflict will play out.

Nolo seeing that the man's friends stood up for him, did not wish to provoke them further, he was not interested in fighting.  His journey had left him weary, and perhaps he had spoken tersely.  Still the Goddess had led him here, his curiousity was aroused, could it be that this was a test...of his patience?  Tempus, The Father of Battle, Foehammer...yes that explains much.    I apologize for my coarse words, I have traveled far and through this past night without rest.  Perhaps we can start over, without the disparaging comments of the Goddess, or your intelligence?  I am Nolo Arcamel, and yes I am a servant of the Luminous Cloud.  He gives the group a weak smile, trying not to lean too heavily on his staff, as his eyes search for some clue as to why the Goddess would lead him here and to these fellows.

Falk laughs quite loudly and orders up two more pints.

"I like your funny words, Nolo Caramel! Have a pint! "

Falk thrusts the tankard into Nolo's hands and takes a large gulp of his own. Settling down his brew, he introduces himself briefly.

"Falk Zumbe, by the way"

"And you aren't interested in a bar fight." Pello sighs, and turns back to the bar "How disappointing."

Draining the last fluid out of his mug, he raises it to display it's emptiness "Hey Baughzwerth. Could I get another one of these?"

Actually quite pleased to sit down, he accepts the offer, glad that the situation did not escalate into violence.  Nolo was confident in his martial skills, but he had no desire to spend an evening in the local jail, when the alternative was a bed and a warm bath.  Taking the tankard he tastes the ale, leaving a froth mustache on his otherwise hairless face.  In his weariness he did not realize nor bother to wipe his face.  Thank you, well met Falk.  After a moment, he asks, If I might inquire, what has brought you to this fortress in the North?

Falk gets quiet and serious for a moment.

"Fights and fortune, like most of my kind. Got a bit more than I bargained for on that last expedition."

He then lightens up a bit "But I certainly got plenty of both! Things started going much better once I met up with these blokes. Good fighters all!" Falk raises his mug in respect and takes another gulp.

Taking another swig from the tankard, Nolo nods at Falk's comments, I see so you are...adventurer's then?  I assume you you have just completed your latest expedition...how very interesting.  Might I inquire the nature of your quest?

"Retrieving several hundred years lost property from demons. Nothing out of the usual." Pello replies over his shoulder.

Nolo arches an eyebrow at the mention of demons, These demons...they stole your family's belongings?

"Nope." Pello turns around on the bar stool "The stuff belonged to some dwarves. And it was right where they left it. Matter just was that a couple of demons had moved in in their absence."

Sincerely curious Nolo continues to inquire regarding their adventure. These dwarves, I assume they were friends of yours...you were helping them get their possessions back?  Finally realizing the froth mustache covering his lip probably looked ridiculous, he quickly moves his hand across his mouth to wipe it clean.  His lack of expression might make someone think he was trying to pretend it was never there.

Quindil laughs into his beer.  He takes a swig before commenting.
"Heh.  Friends.  Anyone who c'n pay like them is a friend in my books."

Continuing his inquiry, Nolo cocks his head to one side, so far nothing they had said had clued him into why the Goddess brought him here.  Perhaps he was just weary and missing some clue.  So they paid you to recover these items for them?  So you are mercenary adventurers?  He had encountered such when he was in Waterdeep...that group had been quite skilled and without their help it is likely that the assassination attempt on Helve Moonstar would have succeeded.  He was not sure what they were paid, but in his estimation it was well worth it.  Speaking of paying for something, Nolo looked about for the innkeeper, seeing if he could get a hot meal.

"Yep. Pays well, and more exciting than sitting around in a tower. Though I wouldn't mind skipping the nature bit."

The gnome leans forward "Don't you agree that the gods aught to have made stairs a natural feature, back when they created the world?"

From his expression and tone of voice, the gnome is dead serious.

Posed with a philosophical question, Nolo's eyebrows both raise indicating his interest.  Are you so sure that they didn't?  Simply because you do not see stairs where it might be convenient or logical to have them, does not mean they do not exist.  Rarely do the gods give answers or reasons in such a way that is obvious to us mortals.  Often the answers to one's questions are revealed in the journey more than the destination.

Buaghzwerth standing behind the bar enjoying a tankard of his own, laughs at the lot of you. "Stairs..." he says with a laugh and a click of his heals. "Every mountain has stairs, just have to find them, although with your all's small hooves you might have a problem finding the tiny footholds."


He finishes his tankard and slams it down as he turns and quickly looks toward Nolo, "I'll have a plate for you soon" He then turns with a smile and a click of the heals toward the kitchen.


The two patrons in the corner continue to sit there drinking nearly the same tankard of ale that they were drinking an hour and a half ago.
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Pello looks from Nolo to Buaghzwerth and back, then throws his hands into the air in exasperation

"Convenient stairs then! Stairs are no use if you can't find or use them."

He settles down again

"It's not the journey I mind, it's just that its dirty, tiring and sometimes wet. I gotta get around to learn a teleport spell some day. That would make journeys worth remembering. Cut out all the boring stuff."

Nolo thanks Baughzwerth, handing him the necessary coin for his meal, when he notices the two patrons observing them. Hmmm, must be slow drinkers...or are they watching this group?  At Pello's exasperated comments, Nolo brings his attention back to the conversation, and smiles kindly.  You may very well have the answer...perhaps the gods wish you to learn such abilities, and that is why in your journeys you have not encountered the stairs you seek.  The trial of a journey lacking stairs has given you cause to seek an alternate method of achieving your goals.  If the stairs were already there, then perhaps you would not have come to the same conclusion.  Then again, they might simply think that your belly grows soft from too much ale and thought you needed the exercise.
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Quindil pushes his empty plate away and slows down the drinking.
"Tha'was a damn good meal.  My complments Baugz.  All this chatter about gods and their plans is givvin me a headache tho."

"Well, gods wouldn't want to make life *too* easy or it'd be pretty boring. Though it'd be better if they made really tall stairs, and then it'd just be amusing for us taller folks to watch you midgets! BWAHAHA!"

Falk lets out a large burst of laughter, much more than a joke like that should warrant.

"Ya, ya. Let's everybody pick on the short folk. Let's see how you like it next time you want a conveniently placed fireball."

Nolo noted that Falk cast his disparaging remarks about to everyone, so it was not that he had any particular emnity for the Goddess.  He was just crass in general...and seemed to find himself rather amusing.  Nolo was not sure what was funny about a short person navigating tall stairs, but smiled just the same...no point in making waves.  So do you all have a new mission now that this one is complete?

The group gets to know the new guy a bit better as they continue drinking and eating.

When Nolo throws some coin toward Baughzwerth he snatches it up and then looks toward Pello "This guy with you?"

"Depends on what you mean. If you asking if he is paying for our drinks, the answer is yes."

Nolo ignores the statement from Pello and comments, his tone is somewhat muted. Is it possible that you lads have made some enemies along the way in this town?  Some reason why anyone would want to keep an eye on you?  He takes another swig of his ale and turns to Baughzwerth, Did you ever confirm whether you have a room available...preferrably one with a hot bath?

"Not that I can think of."

He turns to Quindil "Have I burned down anything while in town? Not in this town, right?"

"I don't remember any burning.  So...unless I suffered a case of drunken amnesia...no."

Nolo shrugs, Well then maybe those fellows over there just find you attractive.  Else I cannot think of a reason for them to be giving us the hairy eyeball.

"Oh, we're probably just famous. Maybe I should tell them the story. Then they'd owe us beer too."

While intently updating her journal up to this point, Vespian seems to come to awareness of the conversation around her.

'Girlfriend? You have a girlfriend Pello? Do you supposes she will sign on as one of my minions? Didn't we burn down an entire tavern once,, Grey Orcs falling trough the roof an all,, that was long ago,, Brilliant Falk, really, always appreciatet the voice of reason, Nice to meet you aquaintence Nolo. Thank you for the warning."

Nolo gulped, nearly choking on his ale.  For all his grace and calm, pretty women turn him into a bumbling a idiot.  G-g-goddess g-guide you m'lady.  He could feel his cheeks warm, and tried to focus on not swallowing his ale down his windpipe to hide his discomfiture.
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Quindil laughs quietly but makes no comment.  It'd not readily clear to the others if he's laughing at Nolo or Vespian's comments.

"But.. we.. I.." Pello stammers, then looks crestfallen. Turning to the bar, he raises his empty mug.

"Can I get some service!"

Baughzwerth fills everyones mugs and then looks to Nolo. "I dont have any boarding here, just great ale. Check down the street a couple blocks"

After filling the glasses baughwerth hands Nolo back his coin. "The drinks are on me this night." He leans in closer "You may want to slow your pace though, the two behind you seem to have issues with you, there eyes wander all over you all. plus they know what you carry. Keep it safe until the buyer gets here or there could be issues."

Nolo accepts the coin, but places it on the table. If Baughzwerth did not want it, perhaps the serving girl could use it as a tip.  Disappointed at hearing he must find another place to lodge, Nolo finsihes hsi ale in a gulp.  Well it seems that your admirers are after more than your dashing good looks...  He reddens slightly as his gaze reaches Vespian, ...ah yes well...uhm.  In any case, I have journeyed through the night without rest and am road weary, and none to accustomed to drinking ale so early in the day.   I think I shall take the good Baughzwerth's advice and see what the Inn down the street can offer in that regard.  It was a pleasure to make your acquaintence, and if you intend to take on a new job, please let me know.  He then stands and gives them a slight bow, gathers his things and heads off.  As he reaches the door, he pauses and looks back at them.  A most interesting group, I shall have to meditate further on why the Goddess thought I should meet them. He also glares at the two skulkers who seemed to be eyeing the group.  He did not like the look of those two and had half a mind to confront them.  I wonder what they have that would attract such swarthy fellows...some treasure from their expedition?  Perhaps I should watch their beacks for a bit?

Pello looks over his shoulder at the two men.

"You are too nervous." he replies to Baugh. Raising his mug towards the two men, he raises his voice "You people aren't out to rob us, are you?"

The two patrons each look at each other and then each of them takes a big drink of ale.

Slamming the cups down they both rise and one of them shouts toward Pello. "And what would you do about it if we were, short stuff?" He swings his cloak to the side displaying a very finly crafted sword and pummel.

"Uhm, I'm a wizard you know." Pello replies, though he seems somewhat unsure of himself.
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Glad that he had stuck around, given the demeanor of those men towards Pello, Nolo moves back into the bar silently up behind the two ruffians.  There were too many obstacles and people to really do this effectively, so once near them he says,   Yes he is, and if you care to step outside we can demonstrate how we handle theives and ruffians.  Or you can get on your hands and knees and beg his forgiveness. While you are down there grovelling you can contemplate the meaning of shortness.  If you lucky the Goddess will light the path to enlightenment for you.  Half expecting one of the men to retaliate, Nolo shifts his weight to the balls of his feet, ready to strike.


OOC:

16:59, Today: Nolo Arcamel rolled 6 using 1d20. Move Silently (+4). Mv Silent 10

Ready to strike should they make a move to attack.

Nolo approaches the two men from behind. The one speaking continues looking toward Pello. "Oh my a wizard, what are we to do?" He smirks and looks toward his comrade, neither one of them paying any attention to Nolo.

"You carry something of ours, so no we will not rob you, but we will reclaim that which is ours. You know what i speak of.....

The large crystal. It is ours. So if you will be so kind as to hand it over and we will be done in this nasty little pub they call a saloon."

Baughzwerth snarls at the man's last comment, but he says nothing.

The few other people in the bar move closer to the walls, anticipating a bar fight before too long.

OoC: at this time the bar is nearly empty, say only 3 or four patrons in here other than yourselfs and the 2 "Hoods"

"I'm afraid I don't carry any crystals." Pello replies "I do carry a very large diamond though, so I can see how you might have been confused. But no crystal. Where did you lose that crystal of yours? For a fee, me and my lads might be willing to get it back for you."

Maintaining his position behind the two men and still ready for a physical confrontation, Nolo speaks up again.  You heard him, he does not have your crystal, so take your threats and whatnot, and walk out the door, or prepare to face the consequences.

"My, you are an aggressive fella." Pello comments past the two hoodlums to Nolo "As far as I know, these gentlemen haven't issued any threats. Just asking for the location of their missing property and such."

Pello smiles at the two men "Yes? Now, before we can go looking for this crystal, we need to discuss our fee."

Quindil sighs.
"Dammit Pello, couldn't you pick an ordinary bar fight?  One we could settle by throwing a few mugs and chairs around?"

Quindil's hand rests on the pommel of his ornate sword.

Nolo merely arched an eyebrow at Pello, obviously he had been drinking ale for quite some time prior to Nolo's arrival.

The man that was speaking takes two steps closer to Pello. Now within about 10' from the gnome. "You are mistaken little one. The diamond you speak of rightfully belongs to us. We have been looking for it for quite some time.

Now unless you wish us to call for the gaurd, to report that our property has been stolen, you had better hand it over. Then we can part ways and you can keep your drunken self out of the brink"

The other man turns to eye Nolo. He says nothing, just looks Nolo over real well.

Baughzwerth lets out a low laugh when the man mentioned gaurds.

"Oh.." Pello says, then nods at Nolo "Appears I owe you an apology."

He directs his attention back to the man "You were threatening me. Please stop doing that. When I start using spells inside the city borders, buildings have a tendency to burn down, and I'd hate to have to do that Baugh. His, uhm, nasty little pub, as you like to call it, is quite a favorite of mine."

He leans back against the bar, jovial as ever, not appearing the least intimidated by the man "So, you have three choices. You can go back and enjoy your drinks. You can leave as the gentleman behind you advised. Or you can force me to burn down this tavern with you two inside of it."

The man before Pello takes a look down toward the Gnomes hand. "I see your point." He then turns to his friend and the two of them begin to head for the door.

The man turns back around to Pello. "We will meet again, mark my words little one."

With that the two men exit into the street, a ray of sun shines through from the outside as the door comes to a close.
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Nolo observed the man looking at him, he assumed that he was sizing him up, in which case he probably figured Nolo to be an easy target. He had assumed that Pello and his friends had acquired the diamond on their recent expedition...however they might have stolen it...he had only just met them afterall.  His instincts told him otherwise, the Goddess had led him here and he was sure that these mercenary adventurers, would lead him to his destination.  The only thing that bothered him was that most of the time thugs do not threaten to call the Guard.  There is one other option.  They could pay you for it.  You were planning to sell it weren't you?  He was thinking that he could mention that they show proof of ownership, but that would merely stir the pot.

Watching the encounter while holding back a claw, she waits till her party has some space for discussion. "It is a Diamond right? They are sure that claming it from us will give them some power."

She smiles at Nolo and gestures towards Pello. That is our Pello, Scrappy, blunt and yet still strangely cute in his own way when not excessive on the flattery.

Looks back at Pello "You? Me,, Ohhhh,,, and here I always thought you liked Erd such,, the way you two always carried on arguing an all, like an old married couple." Turns back to Nolo in part so not give any clue if she was kidding Pello or serious, "You have my thanks for watching our backs Sir. Some of the louder of us are known to incite trouble and leave it all for good Quindil to clean up."

"I do apologize for my occasions of aloofness. I had an amazingly, complex  childhood which still leaves me wandering in deep thoughts and contemplation at times, almost as if I wasn't even here, though, obviously I am." She laughs and offers her hand,   My name is St.Brandi, Vespian St.Brandi. Vesp for short.
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As the door closes behind the two men, a man whom until now had simply been sitting quietly to the side rises to his feet. He is tall and clearly in good physical shape but otherwise appears nondescript. Were it not for his sudden rise to his feet with the closing of the door, he would most likely have remained inconspicuous among the other patrons of the tavern.
Now he strides off confidently to exit the tavern and without braking his stride as he passes the gathered group, he turns to regard Pello, striking emerald irises meeting the gnome's.
The man grins and with one eyebrow raised gives the gnome a half nod as if to say "touche".
Without a word he exits the tavern after the two men.

Falk walks back into the bar from outside, readjusting his codpiece to fit correctly with the rest of his cumbersome armor. He looks pretty dejected

"Gah! That sounded like we almost had a fight! I always pick the wrong time to relieve myself! Any idea how long it takes to get this armor out of the way?"

Pello takes a sip of beer

"If you run out in the street, you might still be able to catch them."

Looking at Nolo he replies "I have a feeling that those people wouldn't be able to acquire the money, even if they were interested in doing so."

"Funny.  I seem to recall we found that bauble in a dwarf mine.  Those two didn't look dwarfish to me.  Dwarfs aren't always friendly but they probably wouldn't hire a couple of arrogant pansies like those two."

He sips at his beer.

"Especially not for a bauble like ours."

After they leave Nolo sighs in relief, he was prepared to fight but certainly preferred not to.  The parting threat seemed empty and baseless but one can never tell.  You know my first impression is that they were simply thugs wishing to rob you, but when he threatened to summon the guard it made me wonder.  That is not normally something a criminal would do, even if they were not engaged in an illegal activity.  Earlier I saw no markings or insignia, but my guess is that they work for someone, otherwise why would two alone be so bold?

When addressed by Vespian, the priests cheeks redden and he looks at his feet shuffling them uncomfortably for a moment.  Uh sure no ah problem, I like to ah think sometimes too.  Err, I mean deeply you know.  By all the mysteries of the Goddess, why do I always turn into a blathering idiot around women.  She must thinnk me mentally defective or something.

"Calling the guard is odd.  But they didn't.  They may not be mere thugs...I suspect they work for a shadowy guild or lord.  We'll need to watch for them."

Quindil turns to Baughz.

"It might be a good idea to relocate our little meeting.  Those two were here when we discussed it."

Baughzwerth looks to Quindil, "We will be ok." he points over to his axe. "They wont be a bother around these parts. Although you all had better make sure that you keep it safe between now and then."

Quindil shrugs.
"If you think we're safe, I trust your judgment.  They just look like the types that might have all sorts of unsavory friends."

Baughzwerth shurgs his shoulders and kinda blows off what Quindil says, but then he speaks up a little "Ya know i aint never seen them around here before. But they sure seem intent on snatching up what they call the crystal.


Say where did you find that thing, you said a dwarven mine? Which one?"

"Don't actually recall which one it was."
Quindil turns to Pello.
"Do you remember where we found it?"

"We looted it from goblins for a fact." Pello says as he scratches his jaw "So I claim legal salvage."

He looks at Baugh "When do you close down shop?"

Baughzwerth looks down to Pello "So you don't know where you got it other than it came from some goblins. huh...


Close down shop? Well its just after noon, it aint even dark yet. We aint going to be closing down until the wee hours of the morn. The best buissness is after dark you know?"

"Goblins...right right.  That was when we cleaned out that mine for that guy.  Huh, maybe he knew the gem was in there and is looking for it.  Well, he never said don't touch, so it's his problem.  If he wants to make it our problem, he's welcome to try."

Baughzwerth "Who was it that hired you?"

Couldn't help but notice Falk's adjustments, "Men,, they got it so easy,," Raises an eyebrow back towards Nolo,, "So,, you seem quite comfortable with your weapons and drink,, what did you say you do? Not really being overly inquisitive I hope,, just wondering in case,, ohh say there are any certian dieties that you worship that may or may not have certain predispositions or say dislikes to any particular races,," Then waits to see if there is any answer from the man while trying to speak up and get her opinion heard on the current matters

"Goblins with accents I think,, hard to recal which dialects for sure. but wasn't that before we got to the mine,, certainly outside of anybodies claims that the Crystal belonged to them.. Now as for who hired us,, wasn't it an overly large gentlemen, bald and oily,, gave us dinner maybe,, but certainly not the owner of any land that we fought the earlier said goblins upon in case he may wish to lay claim to it as well" Studies Pello for a moment "Any claims except those considering appropriate finder, retireval and salvage fees of course."
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Nolo merely listens, not being privy to teh details of these excursions he had nothing to add, but he might glean something oftheir character and exploits.

When addressed by Vespian again, he takes a deep breath and clears his throat, making a valiant effort to not tie his tongue in knots, or stick his entire foot in his mouth.  He, for some reason cannot control the involuntary reddening of his cheeks. I well...yes, ah thank you, but I am by no means a master, and to be fair I only had one drink.  I uh prefer not to drink to excess, which in most cases means I am at about my limit.  I am a Priest of Sehanine Moonbow, Daughter of Night, and Lady of Dreams, may her starlight guide the beautiful Vespian St. Brandi, on her journey to enlightenment. He can feel his cheeks heat further at his semi bold statement, and so he bows slightly hoping she will not notice. Oh Nolo you are a tragic fool.

Pello smiles to Baugh "Well, if you don't close before the meeting, that pretty much solves it, doesn't it?"

He looks around "Who's up for playing some Three-Dragon Ante?"

Baughzwerth looks down to Pello and smiles. "Yeah that pretty much sloves it, although they wont be entering my establishment. As said before, we will meet out back.


So are you all to stay here all day and get drunk before the buisness takes place?"

Having been gone for but a few minutes, the man who had locked eyes with Pello walks back into the tavern now and without braking stride moves to sit himself down next to the gnome. Raising his hand to flag down Baughzwerth's attention, he smiles politely at the barkeep.

"A mug of ale, strongest you've got."

Placing a silver on the counter, he waits patiently for his mug and after receiving it and taking a good swig he speaks up, not quite looking at the gnome. His voice is loud enough to be heard by those gathered around but low enough so as to be clear he's addressing the gnome and not Baughzwerth.

"So, you're a wizard you say, eh?"
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"I might try, but we gnomes hold a lot of liquor." Pello replis to Baughzwerth.

When the man sits down next to Pello, the wizard gives him a single look, and then smiles "That is what I say, and it's even true."

The man grins at the gnome's words.

"Is it now? I've found truth to be a very slippery thing. One man's truth is another man's lie. But supposing you are what you say, and I've no reason to say otherwise, mayhap you've heard tell of a distant land called Halruaa?"

"I'm a horrible liar, so I don't use it much." Pello says and scratches his nose "Halruaa.. Halruaa.. I think I know some arcane theory from there, but I wouldn't be able to point to it on a map."

"I see..."

The man takes another swig from his mug and swallows it slowly, savoring the taste.

"Well, those two gentlemen that just stepped out are from Halruaa. If that truly means nothing to you, being a wizard and all, then you, and any with you, are in for a painful lesson."

Now turning his head far enough to actually look over at the gnome, the man shakes his head.

"That's not a threat mind you. I'm not big on threats. I do, however, know a thing or two about Halruaa. There is no one in that land who cannot call on a cantrip when in need. If Halruaan's have come this far north in search of something they think you have, they can call on far worse things. The type of things you, as a wizard, would know something about."

This time the man takes a slow sip from his mug, as if he were to say more but was waiting for something.
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"Sehanine Moonbow, you say. Sounds lovely." She flicks her hair, "What are the goddess's views about things like, being nice to stray animals, helping the poor cross the street, feeding the blind, or ohhh say, judging people on her, *cough* I mean their, their own merits as opposed to their race of birth? Really just wondering," Nonchalantly drains her drink before continuing "Idle curiosity, thats all,"




"Baugherz, Your drinks are indeed of the finest quality, but I do not wish to be spoiled by such luxury before taking back to life in the barren wild,, do you perhaps have something a bit rougher,, anything named like Old Millitary  Man's Special, or MadDogsHiil,, 20Rotgut?" She smiles sweetly,,
" maybe some old bottle that no one has wanted to touch for years?"

Pello looks thoughtful for a moment, then looks like his mind changes track and turns his attention back to Argost "Ah yes, that rings a bell. Still couldn't find it on a map, but the population's predilection for magic. Smart people. Wouldn't say those guys seem like the type.

Besides, compared to cantrips, curses are pretty sure to pull off. Dispelling likewise."

His eyes linger on Argost

"But who are you who can recognize people from Halruaa on their looks?"

Given the opportunity to discuss his faith, Nolo seems much more confident.  My dear lady, the question you ask is not as simple as it seems.  There are seers who have spent their lives trying to fathom the mysteries of the Lumionous Cloud, but she evades definition.  However, as we do not have all eternity perhaps I can provide you some insight.  Life is a journey, during which we encounter mysteries and obstacles, and even the death of our mortal form.  It is through the unraveling of these mysteries and overcoming these obstacles that we achieve enlightenment and wisdom.  Some mysteries we might not understand until we have transcended our mortal form.  Sehanine helps us on this journey by giving us glimpses into those mysteries through visions and dreams, and shepherds the spirits of the dead once they have left their bodies behind. However she rarely just gives one the answer, as it is only through our journey and our trials that we can truly understand the signifigance of the mysteries that are revealed to us.  I am on such a journey, and as of yet know not the purpose or destination.  So far it has led me here, to you. He pauses for a moment to see if Vespian wishes to hear more.  He tries not to stare but her beauty is enchanting, and her interest, although merely "idle curiousity" has made him feel a bit more at ease around her.

The man raises an eyebrow at the gnome's question and takes another sip of his ale before grinning.

"Their looks? Who said anything of recognizing them by their looks? Looks can be deceiving, all the more so when the deception is the work of... How did you put it? "Smart people"?

The quote seems to amuse the man and for a moment he looks over his shoulder at Nolo and Vespian. He sighs, though whether it is the sight of the two or their conversation that prompts this is anyone's guess.
Looking back at the gnome he frowns.

"I'm sure your wit and carefree attitude is a charm with the ladies and such. Those two wont find it amusing. Who I am is of little importance in this affair. You, I know, are Pello and if you must put a name to the face you may call me Argost. What I offer is of much greater importance to both of us. I offer a trade. Information for information. Perhaps, if we are both pleased with the results of the trade, we can aid each other. What say you?"
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Pello's expression flickers slightly, when Argost declares that the Halruaans wouldn't be impressed by his charm. However, whatever expression replaced his carefree attitude is gone before its nature can be ascertained.

"Depends on the informations, of course. But I'm open to the possibility." he answers with a smile.

"Well, I say we just let em get way in over their heads. Let em ambush us, and then we'll send em crying ta..." Falk lets out a small belch "To their mums!"

Quindil juts in with a half-growl.
"He," he gestures at Pello, "may deal in magic and wit, but the rest of us," pointing to Erdth, Vespian, and Falk, "operate with a different currency."
His hand still rests on the pommel of his sword.  He's obviously not ready to trust the random stranger who seems to know too much.
"Just keep that in mind."

He turns his back on the conversation, leaving Pello to deal with the newcomer.  He beckons Baughz closer.
"Different topic.  Do you know where, in this town, I could get some custom equipment made?  And I'm not talking the Paladin's Armory or anything.  Sometimes, you need to do whatever it takes to win...that's the type of place I'm looking for.  No black magic or anything like that, I just need somebody who's not going to shy away from something a little underhanded."

Nolo does not look over at the man, but responds.  The teachings of teh Lady of Dreams are not meant for one's amusement and require a disciplined mind.  He looks over at the man finally, his tone is light, but as he does not smile it is hard to determine if he is serious.  The fact that you consider me carefree and witty, does not speak well for your powers of observation.  Perhaps you should consider the source of the information you are about to trade for Pello.

Wuindil thinks for a second, then continues talking to Baughz.
"Also, I might need a spell or two cast on that.  Nothing too heavy, but still more sophisticated than your average cantrip.  There a mage guild or wizards tower that'll do it?"

"If the Lady and her followers are as enlightened as you speak of them, of you, I would like to hear more as the opportunity presents." Looks away for a moment, then back and speaks again, Please do not forget what you have said now, or the conviction that you have in your faith, there may be a time, soon, that you will need to remember." She raises a finger to bring a point of objection to Agnmosts statements, but then is further distracted by Quindil's conversation with Baughz. She sighs, confused at how busy all the voices, in the room, have become all of the sudden and choses to concentrate on the barkeep as if to remind him that her glass is still,, empty."

Pello looks at Vespian and smiles "Speaking of that, would you mind holding the stone? If those guys should try something underhanded, there is no reason to make it easy for them, by leaving their target in the same place."

Argost listens to the others as they each, in turn, have their say. To Quindil he simply replies with a nod and a smile, clearly amused by the veiled threat.

""Magic" is for witchdoctors and tricksters. I do not trade in either magic or wit. Your currency, however, is noted."

The words of the red haired elf bring a frown to his face. It would seem he is perplexed by their source. He opens his mouth as if to reply but apparently chooses not to for whatever reason.
Finally turning his attention back to the gnome he smiles at the sound of the short one's request of the lady.

"It depends... Yes, these things always do. I know you have the crystal they seek. Your request of the lady just proves you know its valuable but while you might think it no more then a pricey gem but it is more, much more. I do not want it, to the contrary, I believe it would be safer in your hands and safe is what it should be. Here is the trade I offer..."

The man takes another sip of his ale and continues.

"I shall give you information on the whereabouts and means of those two men. Information that is likely to keep you in good health a while longer. In return, you will hold off on any plans you may have had for that stone and you'll let me study it for a day."

"Sorry, no can do." Pello says and leans comfortably again the bar "The gem gets sold at midnight. You can study it until then, but after that it's gone, unless you give us a better offer."

Argost raises an eyebrow at Pello's revelation.

"Midnight you say? An unusual hour for trade. No doubt you're very familiar with your buyer to be dealing at such hours."

It is clear from his tone that Argost is doubtful of his last statement.

"You would deem information pertaining to your safety and well being, not to mention that of your buyer and anyone else involved of less value then holding off on the sale for one day...? Clearly, your reasoning works different than most. You must be selling it for a hefty sum, a sum more valuable than life..."
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Quindil returns to the conversation for a brief bit.
"It's going to take more than arcane hints and vague threats to convince us otherwise.  Give us actual information now, and we might reconsider."

Pello rolls his eyes "I run headlong into situations all the time that lesser people would consider hazardous. If I didn't think that I could handle them, I wouldn't be in this business, and I wouldn't have gotten my hands on this pretty in the first place. So, unless you grant some proof that these guys be archmagi or demons in disguise, my pointy-eared friend put it quite eloquently."

Argost looks down at his mug and shakes his head, giving the impression he is thinking out loud rather then speaking to either of the two.

"Hmm, archmagi and demons... Perhaps not them, but their master..."

Looking at Quindil and then Pello he nods.

"Do you consider the consequences of your actions beyond the end of your nose? Don't bother saying yes if you haven't investigated that gem of yours. Like I said, its a powerful item of arcana. In the wrong hands it could do much worse than a couple of archmagi or some demons. If you think these two have to kill or even challenge all of you to get their hands on it, you should think twice. Only one of you can carry it at a time. You were going to meet your buyer out back, weren't you? I know because those two have set an ambush for you there. Already they know more of you than you do of them and no doubt they have an idea of your strengths and weaknesses too. You saw but two and you are five, plus the buyer, that makes six. You speak of "handling them", do you think they would take on such odds if they did not know they could handle you? They have Art at their beck and call and possibly worse. Demons and archmagi as you like to put it. If you let me study the gem I might be able to unlock some of its secrets. With those secrets you could not only stand a better chance against this enemy but you might discover the true value of the crystal and be in a better position to asses whom you should sell it too and what its true worth is."
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"All this talk about studying it.  How can we trust you with it?  How do we know you won't pick it up and trot it off to those lowlifes?  And I don't want to hear any bullshit about 'how dare I judge you' or any crap like that.  You come in here claiming to know all sorts of arcane secrets, yet you can't do more than hint at it.  What's worse than archmagi and demons?  If you know so much about it, you'll have to explain not only about it but about yourself too."
Quindil's face darkens, violence reflects in his eye.
"Stop dancing around the $%&#ing question and answer it straight.  What do you know about this gem.  How do you know it.  And what do you expect to find out about it.  These aren't questions.  These are our terms, our demands.  You want to study the gem.  I'm not about to entrust it to you without knowing more.  I'm prepared to give you the time you need.  You have to earn it."

With apparent astonishment at Pello's suggestion, She steps back from the table and smoothly unclasps the gaurd from her sword, "Who are you imposter and what have you done with MY minion Pello?!"  She raises her voice to get the attention of Falk and Quindil "I think we have been infiltrated! In one afternoon alone this scoundrel has ignored a blatant jibe at his gender of choice of love interests, has refused to cheat at cards for material gain, has suggested that someone else hold onto an item of apparent value instead of keeping it in his clutches,, and, and I can not even repeat what he has just.. just,, it is just unthinkable." She points directly at the person appearing to be Pello, "I do not who or what you are,,, I have my suspicions,, but you are not Pello!"

Argost frowns at Quindil and is about to reply to his outburst when Vespian makes her accusation. Rising quickly to his feet and stepping away from Pello, he glances back and forth between the lady and the gnome, eye narrowing and fingers flexing as he does so.

"What..."
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The person masquerading as Pello looks shocked "What?! No! I was suggesting that you hold on to the gem, since you are both the most dangerous and prettiest thing in the room. And I suggested we get someone else to cheat, who'd be better at it. I wouldn't put my own skin in danger for a couple of gold. I get other people to put their skin in danger to earn me gold. And Erd is minion! Is it even possible to love them?"

Something seems to click into place in his head

"Hey! I'm not a minion!"

Nolo pipes in again, hearing the talk of this Argost fellow, he thinks a clue to one of his mysteries may be resolved.  More importantly why do you care, what is your stake in this transaction?

Argost's edgy stance seems to relax as the accusation plays out to be more of a jest than an observation of danger.
Composing himself and taking up his mug without sitting back down, Argost takes another sip from the mug and sighs, looking from Nolo to Quindil and Pello to Vespian. Finally his attention settles on Quindil. His voice, when he speaks, is calm and composed.

"I never asked you to trust me with the gem. Like I said, its safer in your hands. What I asked is that you not trust another with it, yet. I ask your permission to study it and you ask what I know of it? If I knew everything I wouldn't need to study it, now would I? I don't know what dances you're alluding to. If anything, I've given you far more than you have given me so far. I have told you the gem is a powerful artifact, I have told you an ambush is being set for you and I have warned you that your foes have magic at their beck and call. What have you told me so far that I did not know already? This is how you bargain and you expect to get a good price for your wares?"

Argost sighs and shakes his head. Looking up at Nolo and then at Quindil he grins.

"Much like you lot, I am a traveler. I take on tasks and work where I can get them. Along the way, I gather information. It is my "gold" as you might put it. From what I have gathered, you are not a group bent on the destruction of realms and so when I found out you were the ones in possession of the gem, I was relieved. Though I do not pretend to be a champion for the cause of good, I am wise enough to know that great power in the hands of evil can cause harm to all, good or otherwise. That gem holds great power. A wizard of accomplishment has told me so and I would know what that power is so that I might better guide the gem into the right hands. I do not want the responsibility of such power for my own."
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Quindil's facial expression relaxes a little.  There's almost a flicker of a smile, of amusement.
"I'm speaking personally now.  If this were just a gem, I'd be happy to sell it, pocket the gold, and carry on.  However, what you have said about it disturbs me greatly.  We found it in an abandoned dwarven mine.  Goblins had infested it and the new owner, naturally, wanted them removed.  We cleared it out and found the gem.  That's all we really know about it.  I daresay that, if it is as powerful as you say, it's a damn good thing we found it.  The new owner of the mine did not strike me as a scrupulous individual."

He studies Argost's face for a few seconds.

"You present us with a conundrum.  Either we sell the gem and risk our lives doing so.  You say we'd also be risking far more than that.  Or, we can hold off, allow you to examine it, and we lose a profit.  But we don't need that gold to pay the tab.  I will allow you to have an extra day.  But you have to convince the others as well."

Argost nods his head respectfully at Quindil and looks to the others.

To Pello "Of course you can love a Minion! You know how I feel about,.,,Oh never mind,,," She takes her hand away from her sword,, "So you are saying that you put the life of somebody else at risk to protect your own??? Ohhhhhhh" She grabs Pello out of the chair and squeezes him into her chest with glee for a moment before dropping him to the ground, "False alarm Boys, it is him afterall!" She sits back down waiting for her drink, "and for the record," She addresses Nolo and Argost, I am not dangerous or threatenting at all. That appears to be some delusion the Pyro-Gnome is suffering under." Thinks for a moment, And as for being pretty, it's all the make up. I really do wear to much, really, She takes a cloth from her pouch, and after wiping her face with her head turned to the side, she does indeed seem to have become much more common and plainer looking when finished. "Now then, about the crystal. I have dreams of great wealth, and selling what appeared to be a simple gem seemed to be one step towards that dream, but all I really want is a new sword,, a new dress not ripped and bloodied from battle and a descent drink that has some fight in it that lets me know I had a drink, I agree with Pello that I want the Gem out of hands as soon as possible because it appears to be dangerous to us,, a danger that lies in hiding instead of being an obvious  target for my sword to strike,, Quindil though, is the well proven voice or reason that has often saved Myself, Pello and Erd when our emotions have overtaken our common sense, so I have to follow his counsel as well., She looks at Pello for a moment, "What if we leave this trap that lays about us, give Argost  his day to study the crystal, and then,, *coughs* give it to the dwarves whose land it we found it on. Be rid of it and the skullduggery it walks with. I do not like living like this, and want no more of it."
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Yeah, alright. Selling something with more value than meets the eye is a lost profit. Study it as you like, but I will be keeping an eye on you. No funny business, or you will get the business end of my axe!

Pello sits in dazed happiness for a moment, then returns to the real world and turns his attention to Argost "I just want to know why you need an entire day. If I was willing to spend the coin, I could learn everything there is to know, in about a third that time. That is to say, well before the sale is up.

As for appealing to the better side of my nature, or my future interests, I'm afraid that I'm pretty shortsighted in that regard. Otherwise I wouldn't be banned from Newerwinter for burning pubs down."

Tries to stay quiet while waiting for Argost's answer to the question posed but, is not able to stay completely quiet. Whispers to Pello. Your Minion? Helllo, wake up Bells chiming, I think not,, It is so obvious that Erdthar is MY minion,,

Argost smiles at the gnome and winks.

"Ahhh... But are you willing to part with the coin?"

Dropping the smile he continues.

"To study the gem properly would take time, it is no simple trinket from what I have been told and I would rather tread carefully. Information can be a dangerous thing and even more so when gleaned impatiently."

Argost takes another sip from his mug only to discover to his dismay that it appears to be empty. Motioning with his hand for a refill, he sets the mug down on the counter and turns to the group.

In the meanwhile, if you would store the gem away safely in a place of hiding, I would be willing to help you five set a trap for your would be ambushers and help you turn the fortunes of Tymora against them. After all, they now expect five, not six. i know where they are likely hiding and if we move with stealth we might gain the upper hand and buy us all some time."
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