Peter Aubary - In Pursuit of Knowledge.   Posted by Dungeon Master.Group: archive 0
Dungeon Master
 GM, 363 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Mon 19 Jun 2006
at 06:02
Round 5
The bandit watched with great dismay as his 'easy mark' grew more and more determined, confident and deadly with each passing second. Finally he managed to defeat his defenses and draw blood but it was not without a price as he too felt the muscles in his own knee flayed open by his opponent's blade. He had half a mind to flee but his opponent grimaced and he knew the pain may soon overwhelm him, and so he stayed, if only for a few moments more, still hoping for the purse that he would not now have to share.
   | 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |
---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---|
 A |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 B |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 C |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 D |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 E |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 F |    B02  P  B01                |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 G |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 H |                               |
---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---|

INIT  NAME             AC  HP  SPECIAL
 17   Peter(P)         18   4
  2   Bandit(B01)      13  -2  Unconscious & Dying
  2   Bandit(B02)      17   1  
Post Round Five Actions

Peter Aubary
 player, 184 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Mon 19 Jun 2006
at 10:16
Re: Round 5
By now Peter was breathing heavily and each breath was full of the smell of sweat and blood. As he assessed the situation he was surprised to conclude that despite his opponents heavier armour and shield that he still held the upper hand. It was not much consolation though when the tip of the man’s sword pierced his armour.

Forced to take a step back Peter paused momentarily before he threw himself back into the combat. He might have run but could not risk losing the rod so pushed him self to continue. He swung his blade and fought on valiant if not successfully though he guessed it was only a matter of time before one of them finished this fight, he hoped for everyone’s sake it would be him.

Through his gritted teeth he offered quarter.

”Give up.”
Dungeon Master
 GM, 366 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Mon 19 Jun 2006
at 15:00
Round 6
The fierce fight drew on as the swords in each man's arm seemed to grow heavier by the second. "You give up! It's your head that will roll across teh road before we're through here. Give up or die!" The bandit's swings grew less artful and more punishing but Peter's guard held and they battled on.
   | 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |
---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---|
 A |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 B |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 C |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 D |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 E |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 F |    B02  P  B01                |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 G |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 H |                               |
---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---|

INIT  NAME             AC  HP  SPECIAL
 17   Peter(P)         18   4
  2   Bandit(B01)      13  -3  Unconscious & Dying
  2   Bandit(B02)      17   1  
Post Round Six Actions

Peter Aubary
 player, 185 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Mon 19 Jun 2006
at 20:25
Re: Round 6
Unable to surrender to the bandit for fear of losing the rod that he was sure would cause much devastation Peter fought on. Deftly he continued to strike at the other man’s defence attempting time and time again to penetrate behind his shield. To no avail the young man attacked both high and low.

”Your companion lies dying at our feet. We can save him if you will put down your sword.”

He began to back off allowing the swordsman to reach his comrade.

”I’ll not kill you if you save him, I’ve had enough of killing.”

He stated plainly, it was still fresh in his mind that he had murdered Herman however unwilling he was in the act. To be responsible for more pointless deaths would weight heavy for the scholar. The lessons he had learned seemed far from what he had dreamed off. He now had to learn how a Guardian should deal with common brigands.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 373 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Tue 20 Jun 2006
at 05:00
Round 7
Now that was an offer that gave the bandit pause.  He was more than willing to let his friend die and take Peter's loot for himself, but there was no debating the fact that waylaying travelers was accomplished much easier with a cohort.  That and the fact he now doubted whether Peter was a more competent swordsman than he.  The bandit slid to his right putting his fallen comrade between he and Peter.  "Go on your way then and be thankful I've let you live."

Spot check please with your next post.
   | 0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |
---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---|
 A |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 B |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 C |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 D |                               |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 E |             P                  |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 F |            B01                |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 G |            B02                  |
---+   +   +   +   +   +   +   +   |
 H |                               |
---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---+---|

INIT  NAME             AC  HP  SPECIAL
 17   Peter(P)         18   4
  2   Bandit(B01)      13  -4  Unconscious & Dying
  2   Bandit(B02)      17   1  
Post Round Seven Actions

Peter Aubary
 player, 186 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Tue 20 Jun 2006
at 12:52
Re: Round 7
The fight had tested the young scholar so Peter was glad of the reprieve but not enough let his guard down yet. Warily holding his sword and shield at the ready he watched as the man tended to his injured comrade. It was against even his own hope that the brigand had agreed to the break in fighting.

His limbs aching from the exertions Peter wanted to walk away and never see the man again but common sense dictated he wait a moment to discover if the man still had ill intentions.

While he waited he wracked his brain for a plan of action that would get him out if the mess he had gotten into. Unfortunately the safest option he could think of was to kill both of the bandits. It seemed to Peter both a ruthless and unkind act to complete when he himself had learned that unusual circumstances could lead to what could be construed as an evil act. Had he not murdered Herman after all? What had brought these two men to become highway robbers? In his usual manner the scholar enquired further of the bandit.

”What brought you here sir? Do you have family nearby? And why did you seek to rob me?”

Spot check = 13 , Total defence AC = 22
Dungeon Master
 GM, 377 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Tue 20 Jun 2006
at 16:53
Never Trust a Bandit
The bandit warily knelt by his comrade.  "I told you to be on your way!" he snapped at Peter as he fumbled around with the man's wounds.  Almost before Peter realized what he was doing the bandit pulled a dagger from his firend's belt and hurled it at Peter in one desperate motion, almost.  Peter had suspected such subterfuge and deftly ducked aside of the hurried throw.  The bandit was back on his feet and once again Peter was forced into combat.
You still have init so go ahead and kill him already would you?  :0)
Peter Aubary
 player, 188 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Tue 20 Jun 2006
at 18:44
Re: Never Trust a Bandit
The flash of metal was all Peter needed to see to know the bandit was up to no good and he leapt away before the advancing menace. He had little time now to consider the implications but his own safety as he plunged the Aubary blade into the charging man.

The sword driven deep by both men’s’ impetus Peter was almost dragged to the ground by the dead weight of the comatose body on it. Eventually he managed to shake it free and the bandit finally dropped to the earth to no longer trouble the residents of Rosewood. With a sigh of relief and desperation Peter thanked the gods he had survived.

With sword still drawn he was more cautious now as he readied to move on and reach Rosewood before nightfall. Before he left though he did what he could for the men in the hope they would not die and maybe be found by another traveller who could help them. While he tended them he checked them both over and searched their belongings.

[Private to GM: to hit 19 damage 2, search 15]
Dungeon Master
 GM, 379 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Tue 20 Jun 2006
at 22:13
Re: Never Trust a Bandit
Kythorn 30, 1373DR
Dusk
Partly Cloudy



The nature of one's mortality weighed heavily on Peter's mind.  He had experienced far too many matters of life and death this day and new the harshest consequences were likely yet to come.  The bandits apparently had been quite successful at their craft as each carried a rather heavy bag of coins on their person.  The swordsman's chainmail shirt and steel shield were of expert quality and the hand crossbows of the other at least appeared to be fine weapons to Peter's untrained eye.  Gathering up what he wanted Peter ambled on toward Rosewood.

The sun was setting by the time Peter reached the edge of town.  His chest wound throbbed with each step and the sight of the temple meant both a relief from his pain and the infliction of more when he would relay the news of Herman.  An acolyte posted at the gates saw Peter coming, the front of him soaked in blood , and ran out to meet him after shouting for a healer to be summoned.

Peter was whisked into the temple and into a small room with a comfortable bed.  He was careful, even adamant about nobody touching the rod, a fact attributed to the shock induced by his wounds by most.  Until Tristan arrived and laid eyes upon it.  Dismissing everyone from the room she sat alone with Peter and asked him what had happened.

1500gp equivalent in the pouches.
You don't need to go into specific detail about what happened if you don't want.  I'm rushing things for you a bit so we can get to a good stopping point before your absence.

Peter Aubary
 player, 189 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Wed 21 Jun 2006
at 12:20
Re: Never Trust a Bandit
Peter collected some of the bandits’ gear up before he staggered the rest of the journey to the supposed comfort of Rosewood. Once it loomed into his sight, its presence was less than comforting though as he considered what he now had to do. He was set to confess to the murder of Herman but he would have to be careful how he told his tale and who to. He was a Guardian after all and the protection of the townspeople of Rosewood was his prime concern. He could not allow the rod out of his sight until it was destroyed or somewhere he felt it would be safe, and someone had to be warned of the worshippers of Velsharoon who had been living in Rosewood for years.

Fortunately the first person who spots Peter as he approached was an acolyte of the temple and Peter was able to avoid the town and anyone who might question him. The sanctity of the church lifted some of the heavy burden Peter carried and apart from his insistence that no one touch his belonging and that he wished to speak urgently with the Dawnbringer he was instantly more at peace.

Once seated the state he was in distressed him, covered in grime and blood he assumed he was an affront to the church that would have rejected him had he not been on church business. Then when Tristan had asked Peter the question he sighed with relief and it began. He told her first of the rod and the Herman’s murder, wracked by guilt he sobbed as he spoke. The flood gates opened he continued to talk of all that had happened in no apparent order. He told her of their success in discovering something buried beneath the floor of the cabin, the encounter with the bandits who he feared would take the rod, the hard work of unearthing the chest, the evidence that had suggested a cult of Vesharoon in Rosewood that could span many years, the contents of the iron chest and the traps on it. As he talked his gazed flicked between the rod and the Dawnbringer’s face as he searched for absolution.

After he had unburdened himself Peter felt calmer and could once more begin to act in a more constructive manner. He knew he should be held accountable for the death of Herman but dearly wished to in some way make amends before he was punished.

”I’m sorry for all that I have done but please let me be the one to destroy the rod and also return to the portal and make Rosewood safe from further disaster. Then let justice be served.”

[Private to GM: Peter will be telling all to the Dawnbringer.

At this slight pause I was also wondering how we might deal with the Aubary Blade. Have you a plan in mind or should instigate something? Checking Ancestral Feat rules I see Peter now that he is 4th level will need to sacrifice some valuables and spend two days in meditation to get a +1 sword. I guess if he sacrifices most of the bandits’ loot it should cover the 2000gp. I’m considering keeping one of the crossbows though not definite yet.
]
Dawnbringer Tristan
 NPC, 5 posts
 In the dawn beauty reigns
 and the way is more clear
Wed 21 Jun 2006
at 14:06
Prisoner or Guest

By the time Peter had relayed all he and Herman learned and every detail of the tragic turn of events darkness had fallen over Rosewood.  Tristan listened with true compassion to his tale when it turned to Herman's demise for she knew of the Rods of Death and knew their power.  Many of them she knew held a foul sentience of their own and if Peter were to be believed, and she had no reason not to believe him this was one such rod.

"This has become quite a complicated matter..." she said reflecting upon everything.  "The portal will most definitely need to be destroyed.  I will be forced to consult with Eloranth about this, there is no time."

Tristan sat down heavily upon a chair and stared out the window in the direction of the retreated sun, her lips mouthing a silent prayer as she considered what to do.  After several minutes of increasing awkwardness she spoke again.  "Herman is, was, a favored son of Rosewood.  His demise will not be taken well and I fear you Peter will draw their ire.  I do not wish to see that happen for I believe you innocent in this and I will speak on your behalf but first I must confirm what you have told me about this rod and seek a means for its destruction.  You quite enjoyed the chapel with the many books did you not?  I would like you to remain a guest of the temple for a couple days.  The chapel and all the temple grounds will be open to you but I'd ask that you remain here until this matter can be sorted out.  I know it is far from ideal but perhaps your soul will find peace within these walls as mine has."

Sending a PM shortly
Peter Aubary
 player, 190 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Wed 21 Jun 2006
at 15:08
Re: Prisoner or Guest

Peter was gladdened by the Dawnbringer’s trust in him, despite their only short acquaintance. He managed a smile as he thanked her for her generosity.

”I am indebted to you and the temple.”

He bowed his head deferentially.

”I understand that justice be done.”

He hoped that in time the church would as Tristan suggested offer Peter the peace he needed to find within himself.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 419 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Sat 1 Jul 2006
at 21:11
A Guest of the Dawnbringer
Kythorn 31 through Flamerule 2, 1373DR



Peter agreed to the Dawnbringer's request that he stay within the temple until the unfortunate series of events was sorted out.  He was quite relieved to be rid of the rod and the responsibility that went with it.  Peter was shown to his temporary home, a guest room likely used most often by visiting clerics of the faith for it was sparsely appointed but comfortable and lacking for nothing save a lock.  Peter was not under lock and key, a fact much appreciated by him.

As he slept that night he was haunted by the voice of the rod.  So whole was its evil that it had consumed his free will and forced him into the most unspeakable act Peter could imagine with only its touch. Death to all he kept hearing over and over as he tossed and turned soaking the starched sheets of his bed with the sweat of his dread.

The next morning came and Peter put the night's dreams behnid him.  He returned to the chapel-library and lost himself in the books there.  Volumes upon volumes of ancient histories, bard's tales, legends of heroics, religious writings, and more were his to consume, the only limitation the speed at which he could read.  He was left unwatched and undisturbed for the most part though near midday he could hear excited voices outside the building discussing the temple's unusual visitor, Eloranth of Fulgar's Five.

When Peter returned to his room for the evening he found himself contemplating all that had happened and all that he had read of during the day.  He was an astute scholar, a young man with the mind to quickly get at the heart of the matter and understand the deeper meaning in things.  As he thought about the goblins, the undead, the portal, the evil forces that had constructed the rod that was capable of so much evil he came to realize that knowledge alone could not defeat these things.  The knowledge was only means to an end.  Even Herman, Lathander rest his soul, had studied and known far more about zombies than any of them yet he was the first to fall to them.  Peter drew the Blade of Aubary for its sheath and laid it across his lap.

The Blade of Aubary had been in his family for many generations.  It is said that it was gifted to his grandfather's grandfather by a dwarf who wished to honor him for a deed long since forgotten but greatly appreciated by the dwarves.  It was a manificent sword with precise balance and unmatched sharpness.  Peter had long forsaken the martial training offered by his tutors, instead turning to books and scrolls but now he understood that he would need both, a keen mind and a capable sword arm.

And so the next several days past, his days in the chapel voraciously reading books and his evenings practicing and meditating with the Blade of Aubary.  He discovered something else as well, something some flaunted and others kept secret, he was unsure of what to make of it but it was truly a boon to his newfound focus.

Tristan was a frequent visitor, not a meddlesome one, but a thoughtful one.  She knew Peter would be anxious for news of the happenings and so she made a point to share it at every opportunity.  Eloranth had indeed responded to the summons that first day and had agreed that the portal be destroyed without further study.  She had assured the dawnbringer that she would personally destroy the portal and had returned the following day with news that she had been successful.  herman's passing was marked with a memorial service and pyre on the first day of Flamerule.  Tristan had said only that he had been lost tothe dark forces of Velsharoon.  It was in fact the truth but the whole truth was far more complicated and something that would apparently be kept in confidence between Tristan and Peter.

On the second day of the first ride of the month of Flamerule Tristan visited Peter in the chapel where he was just finishing the book Academia by Adalius Cornwall.  "Good afternoon Peter." she said resting a hand upon his shoulder.  "The reasons for your stay here have been concluded and while you are certainly welcome to stay I can foresee no harm in you leaving.  As you know, the portal has been destroyed and Herman has been sent to Lathander.  You and I are the only ones that know of Ilthanis' Scepter and its role in Herman's death.  I have uncovered much about the scepter, it is an ancient weapon, one of seven created and gifted to high clerics of Velshaoon's faith who were tasked with travelling to the far corners of Faerun to raise armies of undead.  The power of the scepter is beyond anything I have ever encountered and it will need to be destroyed but as of yet I have not uncovered a way to do so.  Until then it will be secretted away with me, only the two of us knowing of its existence.  Perhaps a time may come when I will call upon you to help me destroy it."

"Camille was shown mercy by Hawthorne and is now living at the Red Rose Inn where she is working full time.  The orchard is to be sold as it is not safe for her to live there alone and half of the proceeds will be given to the church in memorial of Herman.  The other guardians have begun to return and you should join them soon so as not to arouse suspicions.  Goldy has gone missing, returned to his clan is the rumor, and his presence is already missed by farmers and passing adventurers alike."

"Thank you for all you have aided me in these past few days, the house of Lathander will be open to you always."
Peter Aubary
 player, 191 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Tue 4 Jul 2006
at 20:34
Re: A Guest of the Dawnbringer
The house of Lathander was as a balm for Peter’s troubled heart. Its peaceful air and its orderly function penetrated even his dreams and he was less worried by his past. He had cut Herman life short and would never be able to right that wrong, though now he would let his actions attest to his remorse.

With regular visits and news from Tristan, the destruction of the portal was glad tidings but the news that the rod was yet to be destroyed and that more maybe still existed worried him. The obvious politicking in Rosewood also gave Peter plenty more questions to ponder whilst he studied.

It was clear that Tristan had not fully explained everything to Eloranth, leaving Peter in an unenviable situation of never being able to mention it without betraying Tristan. He was very grateful to the Dawnbringer though and prayed his loyalty would not misused. He had witnessed similar circumstances at home in Cormyr, his father and the nobles would spin rings of truths and lies to manipulate each other. Knowing that he understood Tristan had equally compromised her self in allowing him to know to go free without others knowing of his deed and that he knew she held Ilthanis’ Sceptre. He prayed that one day he would repay her by destroying it.

Meanwhile in his studies Peter forged ahead and his book was swiftly completed. Chapters on history, legends, seasons and cycles, heraldry and noble ties, religion and places further than even Faerun held him rapt in awe both night and day. The Blade of Aubary equally held his attention and he was surprised by his intimate understanding of it. Taking to meditating quietly with it he reminded himself of Serol the militant priest and his daily weapon practices, with such thoughts he knew soon he would be expected to rejoin the other Guardians soon.

When Tristan finally visited Peter to release him from his enforced stay he was relieved to be freed.

”My thanks to you for all you have done for me and what the house of Lathander has offered me the last few days. The day I came here was a dreadful one but there is always another morning.”

He quoted a common saying among the acolytes of the church.

”I will be leaving today then but I will return. I will be leaving my chain shirt and steel shield to the church do with it as you will, be fertile in mind and body.”

He offered another common insight of Lathander.

As he departed he was apprehensive of the reception he might get and chose to avoid the obvious destination of the Red Rose Inn. He wanted to know if any of the other Guardians were in town though before he did anything else and decided to ask at Horrace’s store. Entering the store he greeted the hin cheerfully.

”Hello, have you any crossbow bolts?”

He enquired half heartedly before asking the more pressing question.

”Have you seen any of the other Guardians lately?”
Horrace
 NPC, 16 posts
 Hin Shopkeeper
Wed 5 Jul 2006
at 16:18
Always the Dealmaker
<i>Flamerule 2, 1373DR
Noon


"Ah, Goldy still not back then?" Horrace surmised when asked of bolts.  "Goldy and I have an arrangement you see, he sells the weapons and armor and I sell the rest."  It was actually quite a shrewd deal for Horrace when he made it.  No adventurer in their right mind would pass up a dwarven crafted weapon and that would leave Horrace out of that market anyway, but to have Goldy agree to sell nothing but weapons and armor, well that made him the source for everything else without having to deal with any sort of competition.

"But before you go running off telling people I couldn't help you, I did take in a case of enchanted bolts from a passing mage in exchange for some of my supplier's more sought after items.  I haven't yet had the chance to sell them to Goldy, what with him being gone and all."  Horrace put his stubby finger to his lips and his brow furrowed as if in a deep and troubling quandry.  "I suppose I could sell them directly to you, for the price I'd have sold them to him plus an additional markup which would be given to Goldy as his rightful markup as soon as he returns...?"
Peter Aubary
 player, 193 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Wed 5 Jul 2006
at 20:55
Re: Always the Dealmaker
”Well…”

Peter started to form a response to Horrace’s offer before he realized the guile the shopkeeper was employing. Peter other encounters with the hin had been in the presence of the other Guardians and he had been able to get about his own business largely undisturbed, but now alone he knew he must attempt to use guile also.

A bright lad Peter could see that unless he could present himself as a good deal Horrace would not divulge any information to him. Leaning closer to the small Halfling Peter kept his face straight.

”Let me take a closer look at these bolts though my purse is rather light at the moment.”

He remarked honestly letting slip some of his own information to encourage an exchange.

”I’ve heard Goldy has returned to his clan, and I plan to pay a visit to Fulgar’s encampment though I would appreciate any news of the other Guardians whereabouts first?”

He asked innocently as he examined the pro-offered magical bolts. Sure he could afford at least a few of them Peter thought as he enquired on a price.

”They seem exceptional what price would you put on them?”
Horrace
 NPC, 17 posts
 Hin Shopkeeper
Thu 6 Jul 2006
at 02:28
Re: Always the Dealmaker
"Aye, I haven't seen much of the Guardians, yourself included, of late though Antoine was here earlier today.  She left the Red Rose with Jaerod Hawthorne a little bit ago.  I must say, I'm a bit surprised you don't know where your fellow Guardians are...  I've not seen Serol, Darwin or the dwarf, I mean Dorn.  I've heard Dorn's back in town but I have yet to see him myself and you know how unreliable rumors are."

Horrace reached up and lifted one of the bolts out of the case for you to inspect more closely.  "There are ten in total, crafted and enchanted by Crothus of Baldur's Gate himself.  You see these markings here?  Adding in Goldy's profit you could have the lot of them for 400 gold, a pittance for a wealthy Guardian such as yourself, no?"

Sheesh!  You want me to try and tell you where all the guardians are when some haven't even woke up yet today?  What am I god???  :0)
Peter Aubary
 player, 195 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Thu 6 Jul 2006
at 19:33
Re: Always the Dealmaker
It was soon clear to Peter that little was known of the other Guardians whereabouts and he hoped all was well with his companions. Reluctantly he felt he would have to spend the night at the Red Rose Inn if he didn’t locate another Guardian soon. But after being ambushed so easily the before the unwanted questions from the towns people would be preferable to fighting for his life. He still didn’t know quite what to say to anyone and was grateful that Horrace seemed to only concern himself with his latest sale.

Peter held one of the enchanted bolts and dearly wanted the full set. He was as much interested in their pedigree as he was their use. Unfortunately he had didn’t possess the funds to pay for them immediately; his money at the moment seemed to be easy come easy go. His money pouch had more money that he ever had but not enough.

He sighed as took a breath before he confessed his predicament to the Halfling.

”I wish it were true that I had the money to purchase all ten bolts now, but I’ve only 200 gold. Could I pay the rest later or is there any service I can do you?”

He kept the bolt he held firmly in his grip to convince himself that he would gain possess of it.
Horrace
 NPC, 18 posts
 Hin Shopkeeper
Thu 6 Jul 2006
at 22:31
Re: Always the Dealmaker
Horraces eyes swept over Peter noting the twin crossbows hanging from his belt.  "I've been known to barter in addition to selling for coin, these bolts are proof of that.  I know Goldy doesn't much fancy making bows and such, I'm sure 200 gold plus one of those fine weapons would meet his price."  Horrace was crafty and skilled in the art of negotiation.  By framing it as Goldy's deal he was negotiating, any hard feelings on Peter's part that came of it would not be attributed to him, but rather Goldy, which in turn left him free to pursue future deals with Peter without hindrance.
Peter Aubary
 player, 196 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Fri 7 Jul 2006
at 20:13
Re: Always the Dealmaker
At Horrace’s question Peter looked down at the weapons at his waist surprised by the presence of them. When he had first come to Rosewood he had but an eating knife and his childhood practice sword, with the Blade of Aubary packed away and carried on his back. Now that sword and the twin crossbows accompanied the other weapons. He shrugged sheepishly as he tried to focus on the question at hand and the answer was profound in its simplicity.

What has more purpose two crossbows and no bolts, or one crossbow and ten bolts?

The answer was simple and Peter grinned as he nodded to Horrace. He resisted the urge to ruffle the small man’s hair reminding him self that he was one of the small folk and not a child. Instead he shook the Hin’s hand.

”A deal sir.”

He unbuckled one of the crossbows and handed to Horrace willingly. His last gold he was more reluctant to part with but was sure he would soon survive without it.

”Here’s the two hundred gold but now I'm pauper I must be on my way.”

Peter departed the shop glad of the diversion but again stuck with the dilemma of what to do now. A return to the church would only stifle him and he knew he must face up to everyone now. Goldy no longer in town Peter knew he could not pay a visit there in hope of avoiding the Red Rose Inn.

He gazed up and down the street before he took that first step to cross the street and then continued on dreading what may come. Across the street he pushed open the door to the Red Rose Inn and entered what he imagined would be a hostile environment.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 441 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Sat 8 Jul 2006
at 04:04
Red Rose Inn
Flamerule 2, 1373DR
Midday



"Welcome ye in to the Red Rose Inn, where the ale is cold and the soul is bold!" came the familiar greeting from those partaking of food and drink in Jebodiah's fair establishment.  The reception Peter received following was not at all what he had expected.  Several unknown faces approached and clapped him on the back, thanking Peter for all he had done for the town which drew 'here, heres' from those sitting close.  Across the room Jebodiah beamed with pride even as he poured your usual drink and shooed a customer off his stool at the bar so Peter would have a place to sit and talk.
Peter Aubary
 player, 198 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Sat 8 Jul 2006
at 09:34
Re: Red Rose Inn
Full of insecurities Peter was dumbfounded by the warm welcome he received from the patrons of the Inn. Self conscious he tried not to rush to sit down and take a deep breath, so he was close to being rude to all his well wishers as he concentrated fully to the small but for him difficult task of composing himself and barely acknowledged them.

Once seated he deliberately focused on the ale before him in the hope many of the townspeople would tire of watching him. Unable to avoid the company of Jebodiah Peter attempted to deflect any unwanted questions by asking his own.

”I’m lacking in local news Master Jebodiah, how fares Rosewood?

Asking questions came naturally to the scholar and served to settle his nerves. It was clear that his failed mission had not become part of the town’s gossip and he hoped it would stay that way.

[Private to GM: Gather information rolled 18 ]
Jebodiah
 NPC, 2 posts
 Owner and Keeper
 of the Red Rose Inn
Mon 10 Jul 2006
at 04:08
Re: Red Rose Inn
"All is well though we've been missing the Guardians of late.  We didn't know you was off destroying some undead until the Dawnbringer brought word.  It must be exciting to always be in the know aye?  I wonder what else is happening around these parts that we don't know anything about..."  Jebodiah placed another full ale next to Peter's.

"Word is Goldy left town for a spell, visiting his clan I guess.  Strange time to do it though, what with all his open orders and all.  It's not like him just to be up and leaving."  Camille sidled up to the bar with an empty serving tray which Jebodiah quickly filled.  The young woman had a blank look on her face, as if all emotion had long since been killed within her but she did make a conscious effort to avoid Peter's eyes.

"You know, something that might interest you as a Guardian...  A group of adventurers just came in from Iriaebor two nights ago and they were talking about a giant they saw near the road."  Jebodiah lowered his voice as he continued with a grin "I don't think they wanted any part of him but they said he was acting 'funny', whatever that means.  If he gets too close to Rosewood you all will probably be sent out after him to make sure he's not looking to sack the town.  News of Edwin's passing no doubt has travelled far and wide to those who had their eyes on this town.  Excuse me Peter."  Jebodiah nodded and then went to the far end of the bar to deal with another new customer.
Peter Aubary
 player, 199 posts
 Corymrean Scholar
Mon 10 Jul 2006
at 21:01
Re: Red Rose Inn
As he finished his first ale Jebodiah’s words struck Peter was too enlightened to be purely speculation.

”To know everything you would surely spend more than a lifetime in learning.”

He chuckled and accepted his second ale, drinking deeply from the first and wiping the foam from his mouth with his sleeve.

”But you must see a lot of what’s going on in Rosewood from here.”

Peter nodded knowingly, interrupted by Camille he was disturbed by her obvious distress but welcomed the fact he would not have any difficult questions to answer. At Jebodiah’s last revelation Peter was both excited and concerned. The story of a strange giant in the locality sounded like a wonderful tale straight a book. One only a few days ago he would have been keen to investigate. After the success against Grintak and the goblins he had been ready for anything. But now he was but one of five and had been taught a lesson against recklessness with Herman’s death. The giant would have to wait.

With a thin smile he lifted his second jug of ale and waved Jebodiah away to deal with his other customer. Alone he rose from his stool and moved to sit by a wall and watch the door in hope of seeing another of the Guardians.
Dungeon Master
 GM, 447 posts
 Blessing the Rolers
 Cursing the Rollers
Tue 11 Jul 2006
at 04:32
Re: Red Rose Inn
Thus concludes your mini.  Please join up with the others in the new thread, The Guardians Reunited.
link to a message in "3.5 DnD - Guardians of Rosewood"

This message was last edited by the GM at 04:07, Fri 14 July 2006.