This is for Larry's side adventure.

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 1):

One by one your training instructors get tired of you and tell you that you are done.   It is late in the day when you wander into the library to relax, get some food, and catch up with each other.  The last to enter the library is Ez’ard who has just returned from an overnight trip to Arcturus.

Ez’ar drops into a chair and pulls out a coin.  He begins to roll it from finger to finger… making it disappear and reappear.  He seems a little better at it that before.  He looks up from his play and says.  “Shorty has some crazy mission for his Goddess.  Said he would check in with us in a couple days.  Something about protecting some women out in the forest somewhere.  Shorty stuff.”

Dualis walks in a few minutes later with Art on his heels.  Dualis pauses to look around the room examining each of you.  “Too many hard battles and then your instructors worked you hard.  You all look worn out.  I think before we discuss another mission, I think you all need to go out and relax for a night.”

Art seems to perk up ath the mention of going our for a night.  Dualis looks at him and shakes his head.  “Not you Art.  We have a dinner to go to and politicians to win over.”

Art turns away from Dualis and pretends to gag on something.

Dualis looks at you and says, “I will see you at noon tomorrow for a lunch meeting.  That should give you time to sleep after your adventures tonight.”

Art waits till Dualis leaves the room and comes over to stand before you.  He is suddenly all smiles and looks excited.  “He is right.  You little people all look stressed.  You need to have more fun in life.  Luckily for you, Art is here to take care of you.”

Art motions you to lean closer and he begins with a mock whisper.  “While the lot of you have been slaving under your instructors, I have spent the last few nights surrounded by the most incredibly beauriful women in Delith.  They were all very impressed by my tales and of course my… well, by my just being me.”

When no one seems as impressed as he would like, Art shakes his head.  “Close your eyes and imagine pale blond hair, blue eyes, perfect skin.  Or if you prefer.. flaming red hair, green eyes, amd ,pre [erfect skin.  Lots of skin.  And each of these women delivers the finest brews I have ever tasted.

Finally seeing some signs of interest, Art gives you a sly wink.  “I found this new tavern on the edge of the capital.  I swear it sprang up overnight.  But it is the most popular place right now.  Long lines.”  He pauses to shake a finger at you.  “Not to worry little buddies.  I know a barmaid there.  Blond hair down to her ankles, sky blue eyes, and when she miles… Wow!!  Lissel always saves me a table and since I am being punished tonight.  You can all go and blow off some steam in my place.”

In reply to Shorty (msg # 2):

Warwick shrugs.  "I don't feel any particular need to blow off some steam, Art, but if ye others want to, I'll come along to keep an eye on ye."

In reply to Warwick (msg # 3):

OOC: Sorry, I have to throw this in since you are at HQ.

Celestron flies by, "Yes, please do. That little scamp" he waves a claw at Ez'ard "made a complete mess of aisle 36B. Take him to another place he can mess."

--DM2 ;)

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 4):

Morteft looks tired. His hair is longer and he has nearly a full beard. "I could use a break. I have been working non-stop for the last few weeks." You see all his fingers are colored by various inks. "I could probably use a bit of time in a bath and a day spa, but a drink sounds lovely."

In reply to Morteft (msg # 5):

Trysk stretches and nods, "R&R sounds good to me. Maybe we should invite Trinny, too?"

In reply to Trysk (msg # 6):

Morteft chuckles. "How you two can be infatuated with someone after so little time escapes me."

In reply to Morteft (msg # 7):

Trysk looks at Morteft quizzically, "What's that supposed to mean? Are you trying to start a rumor that Trinny is infatuated with me?"

In reply to Trysk (msg # 8):

"Hahaha!" Morteft laughs. "No, I am not."

In reply to Morteft (msg # 9):

Art chuckles at the biplay.  “Sorry Trysk.  Trinny is a part of the treaty negotiations team.    You can ask her if she is interested when the treaty is signed.”

Art describes a fountain not far from the tavern that you can teleport to.   “I will have a friend of mine meet the lot of you small folk in the courtyard I described.  He can lead you to the tavern.  Buy Tzar  a drink in payment and he will make sure you get past the bouncers.

You all head outside to the grassy knoll before headquartersh.  Everyone looks to Ez’ard.  With a touch of snark he reminds everyone that the Arch was destroyed.  Everyone  looks at each other waiting to see who is going to do the teleport.  Finally, Morteft mutters.  “The drinks had better be as good as Art said they were.  He then casts teleport.

You arrive in a small courtyard paved with cobblestones. The fountain that Art described to you  rests in the  center of the open area between 3 large apartment buildings.

The fountain was gurgles merrily.  Water flows from an urn held by a rather curvaceous statue of a young woman.  She is fully clothed as this is a kid friendly courtyard.

A man is sitting on the edge of the pool at the base of the fountain.  As you appear, he stands and walks towards you.  Hr is a tall human a bit on the young side, He is wearing  smokey grey plate mai.  A bow pokes up over one shoulder.l, You can also make out the rim of a shield that is strapped to his back.  As he walks confidently forward, two things stand out.  A golden bracer is attached to his belt not far from the golden hilt of his sword.

OOC:  Who swings first?

In reply to Shorty (msg # 10):

Trysk lets the party diplomat take the lead. That's Warwick... ;^)

In reply to Trysk (msg # 11):

Warwick strides forward.  "Greetings.  I presume ye must be Tzar.  Art sent us for a night of rest and recreation."

Ez’ard joins the rest in the teleport to town and carefully appraises the young human at the fountain. Ez’ard has switched his appearance during the teleport to be that of a moderately well off businessman that could be found within the town. His daggers and wands are not seen.

In reply to Ez'ard (msg # 13):

Morteft watches and waits.

In reply to Morteft (msg # 14):

OOC:  Heading to bed.  Got a 101 fever.  Finish your introductions and we will move on the the tavern in the morning.

In reply to Shorty (msg # 15):

Feel better, Larry!

In reply to Trysk (msg # 16):

Yikes!  I hope you feel better, Larry.

In reply to Warwick (msg # 17):

Rest well, Larry!

In reply to Warwick (msg # 12):

The handsome young man, he is about 6'3" and has light brown hair with blue eyes, looks you all over, narrows his eyes at Trysk, before answering Warwick with a smile "You presume rightly my good, dwarf, right, Warwick is it?" he seems a bit uneasy while talking to Warwick.

He looks over at Ez'ard "Um, Art said that there would be 4 adventurers, uh, who is this ponce, wait, what's the word .." he pauses starts to nod his head and say "right, gentlemen?"

--Ron, Tzar

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 19):

Trysk meets Tzar's narrowing eyes and just grins.

He raises an eyebrow at Tzar's jibe toward Ez'ard, but says nothing and continues to let Warwick speak for the party.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:42, Sun 19 Feb 2023.