Masugatan, Harlan, and Beodir look up from their ale as a bedraggled
 elf with a ferret on his shoulder steps into the bar.
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Jareth takes a moment for his eyes to adjust and then scans the room looking for Bertrand, he gets a momentarily cross look as he spots Masugatan, but slides his gaze past him without comment.

If Jareth spots Bertrand, he'll amble over to join him, otherwise he pulls up to the bar.

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 2):

At the bar is Jean Paul, a burly, ugly man who brews the foul
Ale this tavern is known for. Two dark clad men sit by the fire, both are armed with shortswords, and one has an ornate
Wand in a sheath at his waist as well. You cannot see into
the back room.
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"JeanPaul. Bertram in today?  Some de-animated zombies he might be interested in.""

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 4):

"He's round back."

Jareth tips an imaginary hat and sets Akimbo down, "Ya clear some vermin fer JeanPaul an I talk business with Bertram."

"Squeack-quip!"

"No, we ain switchin jobs."

"Dooook-do?"

"'Cause Bertram don speak ferret an I can't fit in t'e tiny places t'e bugs live."

"Dok-chukle-dok!"

"Thanks for t'e offer, but it's best ya do t'e fun job this time."

Akimbo scampers under the bar dook-dooking merrily and Jareth heads to the back room.

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 6):

A squeal comws from under the bar as the ferret finds prey.,,

Jareth continues to the back room to speak with Bertram.

Beordir settles his feet near the fire contently after nodding to the visitor. He perks up after hearing about zombies, but the elf doesn't stick around having business. He does leave his ferret hunting vermin.

He turns to Masugatan and asks, "A wight and a zombie. Seems like there's a lot of undead around. Do you know that could happen?"

In reply to Beodir Nalas-Radin (msg # 9):

In tbe back room, a sage Jareth knows by sigbt and little more is staring intently at a spread of tarot cards.

Jareth scans Bertram's tarot spread, taking a quick cold read as he steps into the room and over to the table.

OOC:  17:58, Today: Jareth Mooncalled rolled 9 using 3d6.  Occultism 15, reading Bertram's Tarot spread.
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In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 11):

Bertrand seems to have laid out a celtic cross spread  using
Death as a significator. The card indicating the opinions of others is slightly askew and partly  covered by the next card in sequence, indicating both an obsession and a disregard for appearances.

Masugatan shrugs.  "Undead ain't that much of a step down for a bloke living around here."

"Hope ye ain't lookin fer too much change.  Got t'ree zombie corpses if ya want to buy 'em."

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 14):
Bertrand looks up from the spread,
"Jareth. Walking, or former. And if so, how dispatched ?"

"Former.  Arrows mostly, all three were shot in t'e head, one took ax to t'e chest an anot'er smote with fire bolt."
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Beordir shudders at Masugatan's suggestion. "I think I should learn a bit more about undead...later."

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 16):

"Intact heads do best for alchemical purposes, although if you are working with other than mere reanimates,
there are other parts of interest to me. If that other bunch does best the master wight, its head, heart and  liver would be dear to me.

"Have no idea what ot'er group ya be talking of, do ya wnat fy t'ree zombies?"

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 19):

"They might be of use to me. Bring them to my laboratory after dark. I would pay 4 silvers for the lot,
My man Holgien will recieve them."
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Jareth shakes on it, "Right, pleasure doin business."




OOC: Does Jareth know where his Lab is?

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 21):

He passes you a slip of paper with an address scribbled on it.


Area knowlege,Northport at +1

Jareth scans it and hands it back, then nods and heads out to the bar.




OOC:  22:04, Today: Jareth Mooncalled rolled 9 using 3d6.  Area Know (Northport) 13 (12+1); Bertrand's Lab's Location.
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In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 23):

Reanna walks into the bar with Cassile, a sack of oblong objects and a gently used crossbow slung over her shoulder.

Reanna finds Beodir and Masugatan, offering them the first selection between the two short swords and the mace. "Vilgar has lent these two us to help clear out the area. He does expect them back."

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 25):

"A shortsword would be useful."

Jareth nods to the newcomers as he walks over to the bar.

"Sorry Jean, no time fer drink today," he leans over to look about the floor behind the bar. "So what did t'e mighty hunter exterminate this time?"

Reanna hands one of the shortswords, pommel first, to Harlin.

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 27):

"Looks like he got a mouse. See ya."
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Beordir smiles and replies, "A shortsword! Great! Thanks."

With the second, and last, shortsword handed to Beodir, Reanna asks Masugatan, "You any good with a mace, or want to learn?" as she holds out the silver mace Vilgar had lent them.

Jareth a couple of clicking noises with his tongue, "Come out Akimbo, time to go!"

He gathers up the happily squeaking ferret as comes out proudly dragging it's kill.  Then they head out to catch up with Mario and the laborers.


OOC:  Narrator, just let me know when I get there.

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 31):

"Masugatan! Are you taking the mace or not?"

Looking around the bar, and not seeing Masugatan, Reanna asks Harlin, "Should we just have the bartender let Masugatan know that we've gone back? He should know where."

In reply to Reanna Draegan (msg # 34):

"If I see him, I will.


Occ we may have lost him.

"Yo!  I'm over here.  I'm more of a blade man, but I'll take what I can get.  Just give me whatever."

In reply to Masugatan (msg # 36):

"They headed back over to the other spot while you were in the latrine."
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"Somebody get me a drink."

In reply to Masugatan (msg # 38):

The barkeep plops a tankard of his thin acrid ale.
"Young lady went off to see the ogre for gear. You wanna see what he's got, or you wanna see if she brought you something. She couldn't  have gone far."

In reply to JeanPaul (msg # 39):

"Are you going to want another brew, or are you heading after the young lady or going vsck to the Ogre?"

In reply to JeanPaul (msg # 40):

The bartender sighs and polishes a glass.

In reply to JeanPaul (msg # 41):

A motley crew including a pair of shadow elves, an ogre and a couple of humans step into the bar.

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In reply to Narrator (msg # 42):

Gareth looks around, waiting for Mischa to find his man.

Sorsha will find a table in a corner or a large booth or something.  She then sits down and lets the rest follow her.

She looks to see who else might be in the bar and what the customers are like.

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 45):

The bar tender is a brutish sort, and there is a rough aspect to the place. There is a prominent set of dartboards, and a few midday drinkers, at least two of which are oddsmen, discussing recent rakings in the dart throwing league.

The ale is poor, but he has some decent fortified wine. The evereyday today consists of sardines, and pease porridge with salt pork.

In reply to JeanPaul (msg # 46):

Mischa enters with a bewhiskered man in robes.
 "This is Ronpierre, a practicioner of the alchemical arts."

In reply to Mischa (msg # 47):

"Sir, can I interest you in some admantium? Perhaps in exchange for a spell technique and some cash?"
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In reply to Gareth (msg # 48):

"Spells I know little of, but adamant... let me see."
He takes a set of items from his pocket, items that resemble burrins or awls of different material, and a glass vial as well. When he is satisfied that none of his implements save for one pick that resembles dark bronze, and that your stone can scratch the glass, he accepts.
" This appears to be the genuine article. I will give you ten pieces of silver for the lot."
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In reply to RonPierre (msg # 49):

"For one little stone, Ok. What about for the rest of it?"

He says, dropping the rest of it on the ground in front of him.

In reply to Gareth (msg # 50):

"That is for the lot. Your
compatriot gave me an estimation of how much you gathered."


Ooc:10 silvers is $200

In reply to RonPierre (msg # 51):

"Only 10? I was hoping for a little more..."

In reply to Gareth (msg # 52):

Ooc make a merchant roll if you are haggling

In reply to Narrator (msg # 53):

OOC Gareth tries his hand at merchant...

In reply to Gareth (msg # 54):

"How about 11 then?"

In reply to RonPierre (msg # 55):

"Well, still less than I was hoping for, but perhaps it will be enough if you can give me some advice on where to get some good fireproof clothes. I understand Alchemists know such things..."

In reply to Gareth (msg # 56):

"There is an alchemist and tailor named Darius who works out of a shop near the Sahudese district of Dockside. I am told he came up with the technique to keep his drapes from catching ablaze during their dragon celebration."
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Havern stepped into the place, slumped over and was courting a slightly weathered look. He'd been outside through the rain and it showed in the dampness of his hair. Or maybe it was something else, but he slipped a hand through the strap of the large shield on his back and re-shouldered it properly and then made his way into the place, heading straight from the bar.

He made little or no eye contact to anybody, and after catching his gait managed to make a few purposeful strides.

"Gods man, give me a bloody ale before I fall dead on your floor the humour might have sat a little more lightly on the air if he hadn't had a rather grim expression pasted as well as his wet hair across his face.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 57):

"Thank you. Dragon Celebration? I knew of Dragon raids...did they take over some time in the last 400 years?

I will want some directions to that place, as I am not familiar with Northport now. It has, err, been some time since I was last here."

He hands over the admantium and accepts the 11 silver offered.

In reply to Gareth (msg # 59):

"Took over? There haven't been dragons in this place for centuries!"

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 58):

"Pull up a stool and I'll pour you a short one. Who's  the dame, she with you?"

In reply to JeanPaul (msg # 61):


A well dressed, goodlooking woman with a cameo necklace and a broadsword at her hip nods to her companion, the striking looking gentleman with a greatsword.
"I could use a glass or red, if you have it, and perhaps if a card game could be located?"

In reply to RonPierre (msg # 60):

"Yes, well, it has been a couple of centuries since I was last here, so I expect a lot has changed, so I would appreciate accurate directions to your friend."

Haveron gave a small grin as his companion headed to the bar, maybe catching a little on her walk before he returned his notice to the barman and said "Hers is on me., as she approached he casually pushed her and then wrapped an arm around her for a sidewards hug. It was a friendly greeting that he used to give his little sisters.

"This dame is the one and only Ms Montaigne. I have found none other that has such a disarming voice or a heartstopping smile he said with an enthusiasm that grated almosty palpably against the grim, lumbered demeanor that had been present moments ago. A casual smile exploded onto his face and seemed to reduce his age visibly by a decade. The man was youthful, after all, it seemed.

"I like short ones as much, but make sure that ale comes with it too. And I'll be thanking you plenty with my coin tonight" he said casually before asking Amelia Find anything you were looking for around town?". She had tottered off as they entered Northport proper, he didn't ask what, but now that she was here and it was their time to relax.

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 64):

"We need to get a little cash influx. I stopped at the guild to get the travel dust off of my accoutrements, and I would like to pick a few things up."

"Always business aren't you Amelia" he said jestingly, knowing it wrinkled her.

"We can sort out finding some work tomorrow, for now drink your red and relax a little he said gently as he reached for the short and took it down in a gulp. Before putting the glass down on its rim and moving it over to make room for the ale.

He licked his lips, whetting them to the frothy and hoppy ale that he had yearned for all day. He was too thirsty and hadn't drank enough and was eyeing it with intent. Without turning his head he asked What things are you going to pick up?



toGM:

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Berry darts in the door, slams it behind her, calms herself down and walks over to the bar and "One cheap ale! Not the cheapest, but still pretty cheap, I'm celebrating my official admission to the Adventurer's guild! Now I just need to find someone who wants to go raid with me... Hey anyone need a spare wizard for dungeon diving? this is probably really awkward and marking her as one who is clueless, but Berry doesn't really care.

Haveron cast a curious glance at the new woman and then turned to face that direction. One elbow leaned heavily on the bar and his legs crossed and he continued to pull on his ale while watching the spectacle.

Glancing to Amelia, mid drink, he gave a small nod and then wiped the foam from the beginnings of his beard.



To GM:

In reply to Berry (msg # 67):

The door pushes back open, and a bedraggled looking goblin steps through, and pulls off his hat to wring it out.
"Make that two ales, but not your worst. That barrel on the left
leaves a reek in the mug that makes me wonder if you keep a lot of cats,
JeanPaul. And Berry, you hurt my feelings! Hold the door next time!"
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In reply to Var (msg # 69):

The bartender grumbles  and reluctantly reaches for the right hand tap, and draws a couple of ales.
"Funny, I  don't remember you in here before."

Haveron glanced over to John Paul and spoke again "I reckon these two are with me also. Give 'em some ale, would you? he said, purposefully casting his eyes away from Amelia, whom he knew would be rolling her eyes at his spending of their money. She was always giving him a hard time for being too free with the giving, but a Wizard was still a good thing.

Take your drinks from me.

Haveron's my name, and my paramore over there is Amelia." he gestured casually with his tankard to the dark haired woman standing off to the clueless wizard's right.

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 45):

Gareth will thank Sorcha, Mischa and the Alchemist for their information (and cash) and head out to the dock districts, telling Sorcha he will be back in an hour or so after he has organized fireproof lining for his armour. Heading out, he will note the other mages at the bar.

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 71):

First, Berry apologizes to Var, "Sorry Var, but those were some damn scary dogs."

Berry gets her drink and sits by Haveron and she whispers to the bartender "Sorry, but he's not the brightest he's probably getting this place confused with somewhere else."

Turning to Haveron "Thanks for the drink. Just trying to help a lady celebrate or did my impromtu speech actually accomplish something?"

Well, if it did work that's a good enough reason to celebrate, I reckon" he said with a grin.

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 74):

"Cousin, should we join them?"

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 74):

"Yes, indeed that would be a good reason to celebrate! So you could use a wizard? I got some light spells, food and water creation, and my current favorite Magical Bolt out of just how ingenious it is. No healing unfortunately. Apparently that's the path to evil super bad necromancy."

She rolls her eyes at the last bit.
"Enough about me. What about you?"

In reply to Berry (msg # 76):

The half shadow elf shrugs.
"I am cabinet maker, and knife collector. Very good with fine tools.
My cousin is sorceress, good with fire and lightnings. We could perhaps use work also, not much treasure had in our last expedition, or there was, and we gave it back to strange prisoners we liberated. Big man with blade, what is your story?"

Haveron grinned in response to the woman, but then gave a puzzled look as the cabinet maker begin to speak. maybe they're all a little odd around here he said inwardly with a smile.

He handed over his tankard to the shadow elf cabinet maker and then nodded to the barman to get him another "Drink this he said casually before glancing a little more intently at each of the new people. Suddenly the two had become five, and perhaps six once Haveron figured out who the elf's cousin was.

"Well, i've never made a cabinet nor cast a spell. Though these are certainly things in which I take an interest.

I don't know much of either to be fair, but I feel that people who can build things and people that can blow things up and create food out of thin air could be nothing but useful. And I do my best not to require healing too often, being wounded isn't good for you, or so i'm told. " he said with a wry grin.


"Probably can't see it..." he said with his face refreshed with the grim expression " But the chipped paint of the shield showed the Stormwal's crest, from the duchy that is now a wreck of chaos and a damned fine bloody mess. he reached down and grabbed the ale infront of him, taking a long pull as if to punctuate his words before continuing "Fought for them we did... he said, signalling Amelia too "... lot of good it did though. Now there's nothing left of it, from what I hear

"Well, that's a damn shame. For Stormwal!" Berry says lifting her glass and then takes a sip. "So I take it you've come to Northport to find a new way forward? City of Adventure! Built upon countless ruins of ages past just filled with treasure waiting for anyone brave enough to dare past the deadly monsters and traps... okay, I made most of that up, but it sounds right to me. Although, if that even resembles the truth it might be a good idea to ask how does this place keep going to ruin? Wait, so you're new at this adventuring thing too then?"

"Well, i'll be first to admit that I've never battled a dragon on the site of ruins from an ancient empire, but I've been around a little bit. It's been a few years since Stormwal because yet another ruined place.


He grinned again, and lifted his own tankard in salute of his family's province that once stood well and strong

"The frontier seems to be the place where most opportunity can present itself, y'know, if you can deal with the deadly monsters.

I've had a mind to put together a group of people who have high hopes for their own future and use this place as the foundation. So, if you folk, wizards and cabinet makers want to be part of that, you'll be welcome, and it seems like a good way to get richer than I am now.

He casually took another drink and then gestured Amelia to come over "Amelia will help with everything you all think you'd need he offered and then added "We should have work tomorrow, so make sure you enjoy your night too .

Haveron turned back to the bar and then took another sip, after a few moments he realised that he might have not answered the question. He turned back.
From what I understand, this place is built on old ruins and over the past few decades, or however long it's been, has been contested between a lot of different factions. Orcs, beasts, merchants, thieves, and all the like. People just want a piece of it, and it offers the best inroad to this area of the land, the only strong port in the area from what I gather

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 80):

"I am going to see what I can find out about goings on and try to get a few coins ahead. Look for me in the main room of the guild around midmorning."

Don't be too late back Amelia, I'll miss you too much... he said teasingly before pulling from his cup again.

"So... sorceress, and cabinet maker. Where are you from? What's your story?

Stay safe! Berry says to the departing woman.

In reply to Berry (msg # 83):

"My mother was a refugee from the war, came from Shevnia seeking work, became a servant to the shadow elves of Twilight House, later I was born, took up the woodcarving trade of my uncles. Sorsha is my cousin, on my father's side. Together we have fought demons and things that dwell in the pit and threaten trolls,"

"I for one am glad there will be another mage. You learn a little bit of magic and suddenly everyone expects you can do anything and everything! At least there will be one person who understands the struggle." Berry says semi-jokingly.

"Refugee, eh? And a wood worker?

Tell me, have you heard of woods with odd powers? I've heard many tales about things built from woods that give a living essence to the carving, or indeed woods that can be hard as iron or light as feather. Do these exist for true?

If they are, and you can carve them, i'd love to see you take your hand to a few pieces. We can probably get hold of some after we've fought a few more trolls and demons.
he asked holding back his genuine interest and excitement at the prospect.

He'd always wanted a ship, after all.. (OOC: ;))


In reply to the young mage woman Haveron cocked one side of his mouth and replied with equal humour in his voice. But you wizards come sauntering in and promising us lowly mundane folk the world and always fail to deliver there was a hint of honest flirtation in the undertones of his voice, but it was mostly without bite.

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 86):

"I think druids make that sort of wood. I can actually do something similar with food. Its what "elven" rations are made out of." Berry answer about the wood, before returning the barb, "Hey, its not our fault people misunderstand what wizards promise. We've developed precise and exacting terminology to both accurately describe magic and sound really impressive. If people somehow misunderstand its totally not our fault."

In reply to Berry (msg # 87):

"You two be wanting another round?"

In reply to JeanPaul (msg # 88):

Gareth returns, looking for Sorcha...

Sorsha walks into the Wastrel's hope and over to her cousin Mischa "Hey cousin, sorry I am late." she looks over at Gareth "Good to see you"

Unlike her cousin, she is a full Shadow elf.

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 90):

Ooc- you have been here since mssg 45. Glad you are back.

Well, I suppose a round celebrating some new beginnings for everyone that's going to join he said

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 92):

Gareth greets the others politely before turning to Sorsha

"I have some new undergarments, but could not afford shoes. Should we find some profitable employment now?"

I'll take another drink as long as I'm not the one paying! Berry says. Although I suppose I could summon some snacks...

In reply to Gareth (msg # 93):

"Glad to hear that. I was not looking forward to the view if we walked through a no-manna zone."

In reply to Mischa (msg # 95):

"I will blow stuff if I can, but mostly I like to burn stuff. And create food from time to time..."

He gives a little gesture, and some rice and vegetables appear on the table, some of which he starts to eat.

"Haff shome..." he offers through a mouthful.

Shroud walks into the Wastrel's Hope after a day of patrolling and getting rid of pests. He walks over to the counter with his backpack over one shoulder, his unique helmet strapped to his side. Smooth Steel hammered into the shape of his head with a lower half of a face mask only, revealing his eyes completely when worn, the whole thing stained black. He still wears his armor, Black Cloth which is almost too thin to count as armor but has served him well ever since he had it made.

He sits down while taking in his surroundings, reaches for his pouch on his side and mummers a curse. He forgot he was broke at the moment.

In reply to Gareth (msg # 93):

"So how much were the shoes? I am not one for creating lasting things. But I might have some extra coin" she says to Gareth

"Yes, another drink is good. So what kind of work are we talking about?"

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 98):

"Any work that pays. Shoes are $40 a pair, and some wooden torches would be good too. I will pay you back when I get paid. Fire is most useful when creating fire elementals."

Sorsha grins at Gareth "Here you go" she hands him $50 "Get what you need, we don't want you walking barefoot"

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 100):

"Why, thank you again! I am in your debt!"

He heads out briefly to find some footwear.

"Well, seems like there's quite the adventuring party in these parts" he turned to Amelia to make some joke and then realised she wasn't here.

I'll worrk about work tomorrow, today I'm going to enjoy these ales. Barman, get us a stack of them, would you? he said in a mock exasperated tone. He was enjoying himself considerably.

After listening for a while and ignoring his empty wallet Shroud chimes in on the group forming.

"Couldn't help but over hear that you folks are grouping up for a job, got room for one more? I am a decent scout, trap worker, and I can make maps if provided with ink and paper and an expert with a dagger."

Haveron looked over the rim of his glass at the new arrival. He gave a pointed stare and then let his eyes narrow suspiciously. He held the pose for a few breaths and then put his cup down with a huge grin, his sense of humour now obvious.

"No man works... no man or woman works for me unless I know their name! Dagger experts and scouts are worth their weight in gold, so i'm told from the wisdom of a past life. he said jovially, the edge of his words taking on a fuzzy sound as he slowly began to slur. Not quite drunk though.


"I'm Haveron. This hereis Ame... well, Amelia is off attending business. But we have our cabinet maker here, our wizard, our green skin friend and a couple of others that are loitering round the area unsure about their futre... he eyed all the nearby people with the same humourous narrow-eyed suspicion and then added.

In all the ruckus and my eagerness to get an ale or two I think i missed their names. So... he said looking around pointedly at the gathered group ... let introductions commence!

He patted Shroud heavily on the back and then passed him the tankard of ale he was holding.

Shroud grabs the tankard before it can spill while grunting with the swing Stormwal, careful not to spill is new drink. He takes a sniff before deeming it, and his parched throat, safe for consumption.

"I go by Shroud." He manages to say between gulps.

In reply to Shroud (msg # 105):

"Gareth. Sorcha and her friends just got me out of an underground slugs pickle jar, where I sat for the last 400 years or so. Events prior to that are, well, ancient history."

"I am Sorsha, a mage and I have some scouting skills." she says as she get an ale and drinks some.

"Sorsha, Gareth, Shroud....

And you too? firey wizard that likes food, cabinet maker and Nav. he mused.


OOC:

looks like we got a party and are good to go!

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 108):

"Looks like you folks are covered for infiltrating a magical stronghold!"

"Well, I can"

In reply to JeanPaul (msg # 109):

"I can too as long as the guards are easily distracted with food." Berry adds

Haveron chuckled at Berry I imagine they'd let us in for free after that. I'll be wanting to try some of your food now that you've talked about it so much

Then glancing over to Sorscha and JeanPaul "You know of any round these parts? I'm sure we could manage to bring something interesting back from such a place... he said, grin still on his face, but an undertone of seriousness to the question.

"No, not really. I have recently been on a trips to the underworld."

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 113):

With a grin, Mischa slyly suggests "Well, there is Twilight House..."
He breaks out laughing.

"The adamamantine spire just beyond the cathedral is the abode of
the Shadow Elf Lords in this part... I think we would need Gorgath and the
 entire Deep Guard to survive Dybbu and the rest of my cousins."

"Adamantine, eh? How'd they build that? he asked curiously.

"I would rather not go back underground, I new path might be fun"

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 115):

"With many wizards, from what I gather. They built the damned thing almost two millenia ago and they talk about it like it was last week's accomplishment."


OOC: Let us fast forward to tomorrow.

In reply to Mischa (msg # 117):

The next morning,after catching some sleep on the guild floor (or in rented rooms if living like that), you meet again in the Hope, which smells of stale ale and despair.

"There has been a lot going on lately, street collapses, preserved corpses plaguing Dockside, a fishfok was seen with an ogre walking through the market,and the goblin-orc conflict was solved by a wedding and a concert with three musicians."

"Workwise, I found three potential gigs.
The first one is local, a Shevnian moneylender who wants someone to rob his rival-apparently this guy's daughter ran off and got pregnant by a bard, and he blames this guy for helping her get out of his house to meet the bard, who is apparently a Nymph. The moneylender put a hit on the bard, but the assassins ended up spending the night drinking with him and refused to do him in. He goes and meets thebard, can't stay mad at him and decides to ruin the other pawnbroker. No one in little Shevnia will take the job because he has connections, and Camilla at the guild won't advertise it."

In reply to Amelia Montaigne (msg # 119):

"The second job is standard fare, a point to point escort of a Valdassyan caravan, back through the northern mountain pass heading west to the city of Al Menir, about three weeks through the mountains, where there have been problems with bandits, of course. This merchant group is in the habit of hiring extra staff in one city and leaving them in the next, as many from Al Menir come here to carouse and then book passage on ships. The Aralaise that go that way usually head south in search of adventure. I spoke with a couple of the released guards and drovers and heard an interesting tale, which brings us to the third prospect."

"The last thing is more of a rumor, about a dying shephard the caravanseri found wandering on their way. The man was starving, incoherent and was suspected to have been bewitched. He said he was chasing a few rabbits and went to a place in the woods he had never seen, got lost for weeks following his footprints in circles until he found a way out. He remembers sometime seeing a tower near the cliffs that he could never get close enough to see... and found a long dead man with old tools. Oddly, he mentions that the way out was also the way in, a tree struck by lightning.
That's all I've got."

Haveron chewed on the last of his breakfast, some hard cheese and bread mixed in with a sausage and another tankard of ale. It was a good breakfast and made a nice change from cooking pots on the road.

"Well, you have been busy haven't you Amelia, three jobs to choose from. It's like my birthday. he said in between chewing and then took another pull of the ale to wash down his breakfast.

Then, leaning forward he pressed his bristled chin into a hand and considered.

I don't think we should be getting tangled up in matters of love. Plus the group we currently have is probably overkill for offing a charismatic Nymph. I especially couldn't imagine the idea of losing you Amelia he said with characteristic good humour, a stark contrast to the rather grim visage that he'd painted while eating alone before the woman's arrival.

... plus I doubt that'd bring in enough money... he said, thinking deeply about the best course of action.

I also am not eager to build a reputation as a caravan guard in these parts.

Which part of the rabbit-chasing man was a job? What are your thoughts on it, do you think it could bring us some coin? Or have you heard something more about the tower he asked in quick succession. Curiosity was getting the better of him and he felt that while the first two would bring a few coins to each person, guard duty for caravans can be gained by anyone with enough sense to throw a closed fist around a blade.

The last option intrigued him, but he wasn't quite sure how it translated directly to work.
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"Icing the nymph is off the table. Robbing the pawnbroker pays a thousand coins for his papers, and we could keep whatever else.  The shepherd's story sounds like something because no one would hide a tower and lay that kind of magical defenses unless there was something worth hiding."
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In reply to Amelia Montaigne (msg # 121):

"I am good with all but the first..."

"I have to admit, the tower sounds good to me, who knows what we might find there. And I admit, I want nothing to do with the first job"

Shroud managed to eat breakfast, which was a miracle since he barely has two coins to rub together.

Listening to the jobs, he goes over the last two of the choices in his mind.

"I hate Nypmhs, because they can work you till you are paying them, So I agree on us not taking that job, though it would not be an issue for me to take care of it, the pay would not be good enough. That second one sounds good...If we want to find our own way back, which would probably cost me money. It's a risk to take that last job, though. Too many uncertainties. Don't know where it is or what we can get paid with or if there is a tower. Of course if there is then we can liberate it of all its goods. Its a risk, but I would go with the Tower in the woods."

"Curiosity wins the day then! Haveron said with a clap.

and eagerness seems to be just what we need where the pay is measured in uncertainty" he added wryly

"Robbing a pawnbroker seems all sorts of illegal and not worth it, plus if I wanted to be a common thief I wouldn't have joined up with the Guild! Now, I'm pretty sure the right answer here is the caravan job if we want to be practical. However, it also seems like way more work than anything else. Plus you'll know they'll try to use us as labor when it comes time to unload or load cargo. Finding this tower seems a heck of a lot funner."

"Yes, I agree, the tower as I don't do manual labor and that might be an issue on the caravan job.

Haveron couldn't help but chuckle at the girls' comments. What have i gotten myself into?" no manual labour, averse to any loading unloading.

"Then it's settled, we'll take the risk that is that is the tower.

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 130):

"Can we do the caravan job to get to the tower? Guards don't do manual labour."

In reply to Gareth (msg # 131):

"I was figuring the caravan job would let us get paid to travel fairly close to the tower, and while Mischa over there, as a craftsman might be asked to do manual labor, and I may be involved in trading or supply related work, but the rest of you would be hired on as guards or sorcerous defense. Pay will be based on having cost of living deducted, and is paid as a lump sum on arrival in Al Menir, with a small sign on bonus after vetting. I think we should consult a sage about the tower before we go. Anyone have funds for that?"

Haveron cursed sharply under his breath and pushed his plate away. "Last thing I bloody want is to become a glorified babysitter. his annoyance was apparent at the notion of standing watch over a caravon, simple guard work he seemed to dislike.

"But if we're going to travel that way, we might as well be paid for it. We can use the money to pay for a sage if you think that's the best idea Amelia.

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 133):

"There are likely to be other mercenaries to work with, especially  since many will be released from service when we get to Al Menir, we can probably add some on. We can get the lay of the land, and probably  reduce the bandit population while we have backup."

The man seemed satisfied at the explanation and then put his trunk-like arm around her and pulled her close for a friendly hug.

"Good work Amelia, we'll do it that way.

See if we can get a this sorry lot a bucket of coins before we set off to look at this tower. he said addressing the assembled group, with a grin.

Brushing a handful of hair from his face Haveron's youthfulness became apparent, easily seen when he was in good humour. "So, anyone opposed to the idea of making a few coin protecting some fat merchants before heading out to investigate this mysterious tower?
he asked.

"As long as we can get paid for part of the caravan gig, I'm good with it."

If anything else I can always walk away with some goods from the caravan. Shroud thinks to himself.

In reply to Shroud (msg # 136):

"Sounds good, but I have zero cash...debt in fact."

Haveron patted Gareth on the shoulder. "Well those big bruiser folk are much less likely to find you on the road anyway.

Nobody will be snapping your legs when they can't find you he said in a friendly and unconcerned way, as if the idea of debt was no real problem.


"Tell me Gareth, what is that made of? It looks like bone, but I'd guess it's just a kind of wood i've not seen before he asked pointing towards the stick that the mean carried.

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 138):

"It is Dragonbone, made from the leg of a wyvern that used to raid Northport when I was young, ironically. Actually, my debt is to Sorcha, so if she sends bruisers, it is likely you! But since I intend to repay her as soon as I have something, she will see that I am not lying."

Sorsha looks at Haveron "I am fine with working as a guard. I can also work as a scout. Find out if they will provide us horses or are we just going to ride on wagons or such?"

Haveron chuckled at the question "I'll doubt they'll be supplying lowly guards with horses. At best we'll be able to hitch a lift on one of the wagons, but more oft than not, we'd be walking.

An elf like you should be pretty fleet of foot though, i don't doubt. I'd expect that without a horse to burden you down you'd be as elusive as the name of the wind.

She grins at Haveron "Even if I am fleet of foot doesn't mean I like walking everywhere. As I also have magic, I suspect I will provide magical help"

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 142):

"Alright, so we are going to pass on the pawnshop raid, and take up the offer of legitimate work and make a go for the hidden tower once we get to Al Menir.  Do we have any funds to hire a sage at this point? I knoww I don't. Also, is everyone square with the guild? That will be our reference for this job."

In reply to Amelia Montaigne (msg # 143):

"I recently acquired basic membership."

"Zero coins, and I am a member of the guild."

Haveron pushed his tankard aside too and dismissively, with casual attitude said "Everyone can chip in their part from the guard money to hire a sage.

"I'm square with the guild. They even let me access restricted areas. But I don't have any money either. And I'd really prefer not to be spending money I don't have yet. Poor life choice. However, I could talk to my mentor about the tower. He's pretty wise, so maybe he'll have some ideas." Berry chimes in.

Sorsha rolls her eyes "Am I the only one with a few coin? So what does a sage cost?"

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 148):

"We may need our money for what travel gear they don't provide. A sage costs $60 for a day's consultation. $20 for a single question."

Haveron banged on the table to draw people's attention to him, like a judge making a final verdict.

"A sage's cost is fine. I'll pay it for now and Amelia will keep the books for our group. The costs and purchases we make, and who can be settled at the end once we're paid.

For now, lets get some information and then we can go sign up to save this merchant's fat purse.


Leaving little room for debate, Haveron Stormwal stood, and gestured for the group to make to moving. He was grinning widely.

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 150):

Gareth smirks and follows.

Sorsha grins and rises and follows. She likes going into old places, who knows what you might find.

With the group that was providing the free drinks and food leaving, Shroud follows suit. Might as well try and make some money.

In reply to Shroud (msg # 153):

"Let's  go to the Dismal tower then, boss. It is where the sages keep their library. Who do you want to make the request? And we can meet up with the guild recruiter, Saskali Kolaj after."

In reply to Shroud (msg # 153):

Berry will also follow to the sage's tower.

We can all head there, en masse, but it would be best If you and me go in. Representatives of the riff-raff, you know? he said while patting shroud on the shoulder indicating the group, affectionately.


"It'll give everyone a chance to relax, or get some last minute supplies before we head over to the caravan departure area

She looks at Haveron "You might want to inquire what might be there as well as if there is anything the sages might value. And what dangers might be there. If mages were there, it might be profitable as well as dangerous."

In reply to Sorsha (msg # 157):

Any looking to consult sghould go to the dismal tower, the rest "shop" for possible outdoor gear (just show me expenditures) and head over to the Caravan thread.

She will go with the group to talk to the sage.