This is the main game thread that hosts the Wayfarer's Inn which is the launching and returning point for all adventurers in this special nexus that ties all the universes together.

This game finds players starting in a unique game sphere where time in effect stands still and the character enters a state of limbo when they enter the Wayfarer’s Inn. During this state of limbo, characters are able to perform down time activities.

Characters are at liberty to do absolutely anything they want to do in this sphere of limbo from chatting and trading with other players, engaging other players in games of chance, studying other player’s spell books, shopping, crafting, and most importantly finding adventure. One doesn’t even have to leave the sphere if they choose not to do so, for such character’s may want to spend their time gambling, crafting items for other players to buy, or peddling wares to other players. If you rise from peasant to ruler it’ll be because of the actions you took to get there. Again, you may do as you please, and develop your character as you see fit. So, the first thing one must consider is what character one will want to play.

Character selection should not be dependent on what you think others will need for a party, but should be based more on what character you truly want to play personally. With so many classes, prestige classes, and professions to choose from, the choice of a character class or profession seems daunting, but in your heart of hearts, isn’t there that one class you’ve been dying to try?

Once the GM approves your character class, race selection, and approves the final character sheet, you may enter the inn and usurp your destiny.

Welcome to limbo. Welcome to The Netherworld Plane Campaign.



Once a player embarks on an adventure, being it solo or in a group, a separate group will be established for them. The player(s) will be given access to this group and removed from the group containing the Wayfarer's Inn. The player(s) will lose access to the Wayfarer's Inn group until they return from their adventure or express their intentions of returning to the Inn. Players can journey back to the inn at any time by retracing their steps back to their point of exit from the shrouded mists. Upon return, players can enjoy a brief downtime before returning to the adventure, or they can even quit the adventure altogether. If they choose to quit, they can do so without incurring any penalties whatsoever. In fact, earned experience will be calculated, and the player can do whatever they would like from there. This is especially handy for players who need to take some time off without being kicked from the game. When you come back from your break, you pick up right where you left off. Don’t like the party you’re in or the adventure itself? Then tactfully roleplay your exit and return to the inn. Parties that have player’s roleplay their departure will have to decide to continue, or return to recruit new help. Another thing to keep in mind is that recruiting help doesn’t mean you have to recruit another player. If you have the money to spend, you can hire NPC’s.


The Chronicler's Game Rules apply to this game and can be found in the notices section of the main menu.

I will give experience at the end of each encounter, or in cases where I deem experience has been earned through other roleplaying methods. Experience can be given at any time. If I forget to give experience after an encounter, please remind me to do so.

What I'd like everyone to do, only if you want me to consider working in something particular for your character, is to put in your "PLOT HOOKS I WOULD LIKE TO SEE USED BASED ON THIS CHARACTER" section anything you'd like me to consider specifically to include in my game plots that might pertain to your character. An example would be a rival that is trying to cause you grief, or you're trying to find a long lost family heirloom, or you've designs to become a ruler of a nation, take over the general store here at the inn or even run it out of business so you can start your own store. I'll consider anything within reason.
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The following is a list of all posted notes on the Wayfarer's Inn message board.


Message 1 : Paying best prices for herbs and such at the Apothecary.


Message 2 : A copper nub to the one who layz to rest that yaller egg suckin dog whats been stealin me eggs! See Nester outs back nar the henhawc.


Message 3 : Top coin for fresh venison, bear meat, rabbit, squirrel, and any other edible varments. See Blaze with your kill to haggle a price.


Message 4: The Wayfarer's Inn is hiring entertainment of all varieties. Seek an audition with Fleur the Rose.


Message 5 : BEWARE !!! of the traveling gypsy Halfling known as Peddler whose selling fake elixirs, and magic potions. A bounty of 50 gold will be issued for information that leads to the arrest of this con artist.


Message 6 : "You lost something, or it was stolen from you?  You need to find someone who's eluding you?  You are in dire need of crucial information? See the Keeper for Felmin Pasdeloup.



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The following is a list of the staff and shops available at the Wayfarer's Inn.

STAFF


The Keeper is the Head Innkeeper who answers to no other name.

Blaze - Assistant Innkeeper & Booking Agent for bets.
Fleur the Rose - Blaze's wife and Head of the Serving Staff
Yana - Daughter of Blaze and Fleur the Rose. She preforms duties as a server.
Jarrod - Son of Blaze and Fleur the Rose. Jarrod does whatever is asked of him from splitting wood, helping in the stables or washing dishes.

There are 20 humans that are the serving staff and maids. 15 are woman, and 5 are male.

Mon, Wed, Sun - Alenna, Luranna, Quest, Pearl, Opal, Willowdine, Naomi, Harold, David, and Lawrence.

Tues, Thur, Sat - Klaire, Diva, Gisella, Helen, Belline, Foxy, Jora, Xerra, Walter, and Billy.

All Serving Staff work on Friday


There are 7 bouncers, and 3 bookies. Like the serving staff, the bouncers and bookies work days are divided similarly.

Grunger B. Gumpsha, Nuella Gumpsha, and Timothy Wainwright (Bookies)

John Smith, Cora Rhubard, George Killrat, Sam Stonelifter, Lim Jorns, Dale of the Dale, Francis Zolgert (7 Bouncers)

Wayfarer's Inn Stable - Wynn Dixie and  his young daughter Isobel Dixie.

Wayfarer's Inn Cook is Harold on Mon, Wed and Belline is the cook on Tue, Thur. Both work Fri, Sat, and Sun.

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SHOPS and SERVICES


Pickpockets General Goods

Wayfarer's Inn Stable

Blacksmith Joe's

Weapons and Armor All types and sizes

Archers - All things shot, thrown or slung.

Will the Surgeon

Butcher, Baker, but no Candlestick Makers

Apothecary

The Magical Shoppe

The Transport Shop - Transportation Purveyor

On weekends (Real Life Weekends),there is a Farmers Market held in the yard of the inn. It is much more than a farmers market however, and boasts peddlers and purveyors willing to buy and sell unique items found anywhere.

The Keeper will hold excess money for players, and no matter where a player is in the universe, if there is a need for the money, he'll get it to them instantly and without charge.

There is a Chapel Hall in the East Wing that offers many small prayer and meditation rooms. There is also a large non-denominational chapel for player character priests to hold services.

Between two crossroads is a non-dimensional grove of trees commonly used by rangers and druids who do not like to reside within the inn. It is also used by hunters and trappers to supply the inn with meats and fish. Some claim that the grove borders the ocean allowing fisherman to provide the inn with both freshwater and saltwater catches.

There are other areas not yet found and explored that lie between the lonely roads that lead off from the old inn, and tales of newly discovered areas come to the ears of patrons all the time.
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Games:

The games of chance are monitored by the staff to ensure that they remain safe, and to prevent cheaters from taking an unfair advantage. It is a well known fact that magic is used to determine if someone is trying to use something that will give them an unjust benefit. Get caught trying to use bracers of strength or a potion of luck to enhance your chances to win will get you fined. If you get caught, the fine is 10 gold. Those who refuse to pay the fine could find themselves banned from participating in all betting events or even worse.


ARM WRESTLING – VIPER or SCORPION DEATH WRESTLE


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D20+STR – Lowest roller’s arm is brought down 1 tier (x).

Natural 20 roll wins the roller a 2 tier (2 x’s) advantage against opponent.

Natural 1 roll loses the roller 2 tiers (2 x’s) against his opponent.

The bet is between the wrestlers, with bet raises as agreed upon by both. Bets can occur on each roll between the wrestlers if both agree to the bet.

House bets are conducted by the bookie for that event with top bet limit being 20 gold. Bets cannot be raised after the event starts. House payout is double the placed bet for those who bet on the winner.

Individual bets between guests are allowed with no limit to the bet amounts.

Participation in viper and scorpion wrestle is at the characters own risk. The poisons from these matches can cause a character to be sick to the point of death from 1d6 days.


DART THROW – DAGGER THROW & ARCHERY


D20+DEX. Target DC is 15 and it’s the best of 5 missiles. Tie starts all over with the best of 5 till someone wins.

Natural 20 is a dead center hit.

Natural 1 means there is a 10% chance you hit your opponent for 1/2 damage.

The bet is between the throwers only, with bet raises as agreed upon by both. Bets can occur on each roll between the throwers if both agree to the bet.

Multiple players to a maximum of 5 are allowed. If there isn't a winner in the first round because of a tie or multiple ties, the players with the highest tie number will play a tie-breaker round. This round is played using a single throw until there is a winner. (EX: If three players hit four out of five, and 2 players hit 3 out of 5, the lower tie loses, and the 3 players with the highest tie go to the next round, and so forth until there is a winner.)

The House doesn't conduct bets on this game.

Individual bets between guests are allowed with no limit to the bet amounts.



DICE


Serpent Eyes

2D4 are used.

Snake eyes wins automatically unless there is a tie or multiple tie.
Highest double wins if there are no snake eyes, or unless there is a tie of that double or multiple tie of that double.

Tied players re-roll until there is a clear winner.

Multiple players to a maximum of 5 are allowed. If there isn’t a winner in the first round because of a tie or multiple ties, the players with the highest tie number will play a tie-breaker round. This round is played until there is a winner. (EX: If three players roll doubles, regardless of number, and 2 players roll snake eyes, the players who rolled snake eyes will continue, and the 3 players with the doubles will lose.)

The first bet is between the dice players only. Further bets can occur on a tie roll between the players if all agree to the bet again.

The House doesn’t conduct bets on this game.

Individual bets between guests are allowed with no limit to the bet amounts.




PIT FIGHTS

From time to time the inn conducts matches between noted personalities who excel in brawn, or weapon finesse. These matches draw quite a crowd. Sometimes even guests wish to get involved and show their prowess by asking the inn to sponsor a match between them and a noted personality or even a dangerous creature. More oft than naught, guests will outright challenge another guest. Most know of how the management frowns upon unsanctioned brawls and personal fights in the inn, so these challenges are kept respectable by having the inn sanction the fight. If both parties agree to such an encounter, the inn will sanction the fight the same as any other event.

Unlike other events that the inn sponsors, these events are not heavily restricted. A challenger is allowed to bring the best they have to the table, including magic. The only rule is that the inn isn’t damaged in any way during the bout.

Most events of this nature are held outside, since they draw large crowds, but some are held indoors in the pit fight area.




*These games are just games I have used in the past, and I welcome any other games you would like to donate to this list. Short and easy games only please.
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WINE and SPIRITS


House Ale, Mead, Lager, and Red or White House Wine  1 SP.

Bitter Black - This hearty stout is one of the inn's major exports. This stout is jet black with a heavy head of foam and a kick like a mule. 2 SP

Dragon's Breath Beer - A strong fiery brew that is best consumed with our dark rye bread and death cheese. 5 SP

Golden Sands Brew - This light lager is very easy on the taste buds with a faint hint of orange. 4 SP

Bite the North Wind Brew - Living up to its name, this dark amber liquid has a harsh but not unpleasant aftertaste (Revered by Northmen as "the bite of the north wind" that is, for many, an acquired taste. 1 SP

Black Bart - This hefty stout is as black as ink and nearly as thick. Possessed of a sweet flavor and a frothy head, this halfling brew is nothing to smirk at. 1 GP

Old One Eye - The kegs of this brew are stamped with a stylized Cyclop's skull. This molten colored lager with its hot aftertaste makes this drink a one-of-a-kind lager that will surely make you cross-eyed or stand you on your head. 5 SP

Desert Runs Dry - This fine red wine is very dry and is served at cellar temperature to best exhibit its woodsy undertones and slightly berry-like taste. 4 SP

Sunbeam Dark - This is heavy, sweet, and burning wine. It's a very dark hue, almost black, and very high in its alcoholic content. 3 SP

Clarry -  A blend of table wines sweetened with honey and spices. 5 SP

Evermead - This Elven mead is the one which all other meads are judged. A sip is reputed to taste of the higher planes themselves. Aged for a hundred years and a day, very few kegs of this mead ever reach non-elven lands. 25 GP

Fire Wine - This thick, dark, almost black wine is named for the fire it creates in ones belly. Fire wine is extremely strong and spicy. It is reputed to have medicinal properties. 5 SP


FOOD


House stew, a 1/2 loaf wheat or rye bread, and a slice of pie or a piece of cake. 3 SP

Healthy serving of meat, cheese, a 1/2 loaf wheat or rye bread, and a slice of pie or a piece of cake. 5 SP (All types of meat, fish, and seafood are available at your request.)

Brick Cheese - What is a glass of wine without the taste of cheese. We offer every variety of cheese available for consumption, and maybe some that are not. Just name your vice, and we shall have it served to you. 3 SP

Platter of Spicy Potatoes - 2 CP

Cold Meats Platter - This platter is served with lettuce or endive and sauces for dipping. 2 SP

Soup of the Day - Usually fish of some kind but on some occasions plain vegetable. 2 CP

Hot Meat Pies - Mixed meat and vegetables stuffed into a dough pastry and baked to perfection. 2 CP

Pease Porridge - 1 CP

Sausages and Sauce - Mild, Spicy, or Fire-breathing hot. 5 CP

Beans and Meat - 1 CP


DESSERTS


Cream Tarts - 3 CP

Cake of the Day - 4 CP

Pie of the Day - 4 CP

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Today's Economy (04/26/2020)

Bolt Case +3 cp

Chicken         +2 cp

Beef / lb -1 sp

Hawk, Fledgling +5 cp

Reptile Hides +3 sp

Wood Cart -2 cp


The concept of a fluctuating trade system is difficult in this kind of game, so I won’t be implementing this in regards to pricing every single commodity. However, at times I will raise or lower the price of a few commodities. This could happen at any time. The selling of treasure, alchemical ingredients, raw materials, and the cost of crafting items will be at the prices listed in the various WotC published sourcebooks, and I’ll allow prices that are recommended in The Great Net Equipment List at http://members.tripod.com/lord_eadric/netequip.html.

At the start of the game the cost of these goods will be at the prices listed in these references.

This will be the only thing I’ll do with the economy in the game, though the economy could be affected by players buying and selling among themselves. Shrewd players could buy and sell to make a profit, and of course a player can try to charge anything he wants for things they’ve crafted, gained as treasure, or bought from another player. Selling to NPC vendors will only get you the going economy rate, but you might try selling the item to another player for a profit above that which an NPC vendor would give for it, and etc…


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You suddenly appear in an area void of color and of which everything that you do see appears in shades of gray. It is bitterly cold. Before you materializes an immense building that appears as if it has continuously been added on to for many years ambles about the yard like an apparition with many arms. A ragged sign beside the entrance announces the establishment to be the Wayfarer’s Inn. If the building is the first thing to capture your notice, then the eight roads that come in from all angles like the spokes of a great wheel are the second thing that attracts your attention. Each road only goes a few hundred yards before vanishing in the mist and fog that utterly hides the surrounding countryside.

The drab dark grey shingles drip drops of water on the soggy ground below as if either heavy dew or a light rain occurred. Looking aloft, you see that the overhead sky is as dull and grey as your surroundings. Thick heavy rain clouds loom ominously above, and appear to move very slowly as if no wind could possibly push their bulk onward. A whinny comes forth. The sound comes from the other side of the inn letting you know that life does exist on this plane; a hopeful sign indeed.

Looking more carefully at the walls of the inn you notice that there are quite a few windows, but all let out no light as there seem to be hung across them thick hide coverings. A waft of smoke rising from one of the many extensions, and the smell of bear stew lets you know that within is at least a warm hearth and a hot meal.

Time has come to a standstill and you neither care nor desire to know what the hour is, or what day, week or year it may happen to be. You can choose to wear what you like for the temperature here will always stabilize so you will always feel comfortable. Step forth now and usurp your destiny!

(The inns door faces north, and the inn is like the hub of a wheel. The roads leading away from it are like the spokes of a wheel. The north road runs smack into the door of the inn. Clockwise, the roads are northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, and northwest; respectively. The lands between the roads vary with one direction leading off to the oceans, another into the swamps, hills, mountains, forests, and etc.. If you choose to wander about this plane, you'll have to discover these areas for yourself.)
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Tandon looks at the strange surroundings ... he looks again unsure of the passage of time.
The older man taps him. Young Hahpet, is this our destination?

The prince jumps out of his reverie I suppose he says without commitment. He walks forward entering into the Inn.

The gray weather and gloom suit Flyd's mood as he squelches through the mud in his equally soggy boots. It feels like he has been stumping along for an eternity, stubbornly ignoring the wet and the chill trying to creep into his bones...and the empty churn gnawing away at the pit of his stomach.

The thickly-built Dwarf's leather skullcap drips water into his gray-white beard and from his bushy brows and the end of his thick nose.  A thick nose which starts to twitch, wiggle, and snort, "Eh, whazzat? Bear stew?  It cannot be...oh.  Well there we go. An inn...wit' a hearthfire and brew! 'Bout time! I'd like to o' starved clean t' death."

Stumping to the door he thumps it open unceremoniously and saunters in, "Ah!  By the Ancestors!  I'd be Flyd, an I'll have and ale...erm..." he squints at a menu placard, "Dragon's Breath, s tasty!  ...And yarp! Wit' the rye an' death cheese.  I'll be sitting here wit' Grandad."

The dwarf pulls off his wet cap and hangs it from the back of a chair, clambers onto whatever rest he can find for his weary arse, and plunks a stout urn on the table next to him, adjusting its positioning carefully, "There ya be Grandad...supper's comin'" While waiting, he untucks a pouch and pulls out a thick cigar, struggles to get it lit, and finally settles for chewing on one end unceremoniously, waiting for his repast.

The minute the door becomes even the slightest bit opened, a cacophony of sound is emitted. To begin to describe the chaos that is the Wayfarer’s Inn one must not look inside and expect to see a room of set dimensions. No, one must put perceptions of normality aside, and just accept that the inn simply is whatever size it needs to be at any given moment.

With that aside, you see the inn bustles with activity as patrons unlike you’ve ever seen call out to the serving staff for food and drink; typical of any inn-like environment, but very much atypical in its clientele. The gleaming polished bar seems to go on forever, and the kegs are stacked so high you wonder if the place even has a ceiling. But surely, though skepticism pervades, there is indeed one up there somewhere?

Tankards clink as people fellowship in cheerful camaraderie at tables of all shapes, heights and sizes. Cubby hole alcoves can be found down the outer walls where games of chance are always in full swing. If you head towards any of the many corners of the room you are sure to find some form of entertainment from bardic serenades to plays or even small circus acts.

(OOC: I’ll not be delivering drinks and food to characters, if you desire to actually talk to the serving staff, then I’ll NPC the talk, but as far as basic services go, it is an assumed thing that this is always happening. This inn is the chat room for players to engage in roleplay among themselves until they take off on an adventure. It is the trading post, the crafting hall, and will serve as the place all business is conducted. Have fun!)
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OOC: my post begins at Lestroniuk's previous world and describes how he enters a portal ending up at the Wayfarer's inn.

Lestroniuk witnessed the apocalyptic end of his world. Seeing all life forms being suffocated by the toxic fumes, Lestroniuk fled to the nearest mountain. He was near the top when he saw that thousands and thousands of humanoids had gathered there, hoping to escape death for a day or two. There was a lot of pushing and pulling going on as everyone tried to get to the highest point of the mountain. People were being trampled to death, it was horrible. Lestroniuk didn't want to enter this death struggle. If he had to die, let it be without violent struggles and killings. He patted the eagle on his shoulder and said:
"So, Presky, this is the end. We shall not struggle in vain to keep alive. We shall fly towards our end, you and I, and that is how we say goodbye to this world"

So he turned around and ran down the steep slope of the mountain again, unfurling his wings, he rose a bit into the air and started to glide, with Presky the eagle at his side. What could be a better end for a raptoran than to glide towards one's end? So Lestroniuk glided towards the toxic smoke below. He held his breath when he entered them, wanting to enjoy his last glide as long as possible. As he glided through the billowing smoke, his air ran out and he knew he would have to breathe soon. But then, suddenly, through the haze he saw a blue flickering light. He steered towards the light and saw that it was some kind of portal.
Normally Lestroniuk would have stood back and taken ample time to consider whether to enter the portal or not. But now, with hardly any breathable air left, he entered it right away and Presky did likewise...

Through the portal, they entered a new world, a bit darker because of the clouds heavy with rain, but with breathable air!
The ground, however, came up to meet them hard and the old air was knocked out of Lestroniuk, who immediately gulped a breath of fresh air. "Brave New World, what a wonderful miracle, Fresh, Luscious, Fertile Nature!". Presky had entered the world close to, but a little higher than him and managed to avoid a crash to the ground. Presky flew a few circles of joy to show how delighted he was to be here.

Soon they spotted the strange large building which was moving around. He folded his wings and called Presky to sit on his shoulder again. Lestroniuk wondered whether he was dreaming. This couldn't be real, could it?
Lestroniuk decided to investigate and entered the Wayfarer's inn. He was amazed by the bustle of activity there and the strange mix of creatures sitting at all kinds of tables. He walked over to the dwarf who's just put his wet cap on a chair.
"Hello, I am new here. This is a miracle. How can one arrive here so suddenly? And what are all these people doing here? Oh, uhm sorry, I am Lestroniuk, a raptoran. My world is at the end, the apocalyptic end, toxic, smoke, death."

Tandon and Ankhatup meander to the bar and look around taking in all of the chaos and wonder of this place. Tandon scratches his head wondering what exactly brought him here. ”I feel foggy, were we looking for a particular place? Perhaps a meal would help ....
He wonders and Ankhatup shrugs.

Tandon begins to look over the bill of fare. Then is interrupted when his companion taps him to point out the bulletin board.

The youth looks at it for a long moment ... ”Yes - perhaps what we need is a job, it would give me time for my head to clear and we can discover where we are ... hmmm we must be near Neverwinter, that’s interesting. They have many temples and such there. Huh, hiring a mercinary leader? “ he chuckled ”Not me, I’m not much of a guard either. Perhaps you could help me find herbs? Or I can kill a goblin or two. ... could you identify Old Keep?”

Ankhatup gets the attention of one of the staff to identify the Keeper and the two gentlemen approach.

Good Keeper, thank you for your time. Could you tell me more about our whereabouts? It seems Neverwinter must be close by according to your posts here....
He listens ...

Ah thank you, can you tell me more about this job of killing goblins here? What are the problems of these goblins?

    A dark grey hooded form barely failing to leave five feet tall, willowy figure moves slowly forward , out of the fog.
   The form slowly separates from the fog, wearing a cut of cloth often seen on fellows of monastic orders.  Loose tunic and long trows, dark grey, not belted, but bound with even darker grey sashes at waist, and limb joints and cuff hems.  Oddly the figure has no emblem, chop, or colors to mark the monastery.  It also carries and odd weapon for such on the only visible belt(?)s a baltei, crossed over the shoulder on each side.

- On the left belt hangs a black scabbard holding a matte black basket hilted rapier the hilts basket framing a macrame of black wire. 
- On the right a simple cross hilted short sword, simple in construction, and design, but an elegant swept shape.. Just as matte black as it’s partner on the other hip.
- An equally matte black backpack also relying more on sashes and loops then buckles carried on the figures back a bedroll bound beneath, and a throwing axe similar in design to the short sword hanging on the pack near the right shoulder.

The hooded form studies the grounds, the air, the lay of the “land”, a young voice whispers;  “[Language unknown: Eenoss ekfi omil ec Lin alca, ta tervorday astsompro Ni]”.. after a pause “[Language unknown:  Andareillres ard Latingnceint le witundkor se ine.]”

The form turns away,.. Exposing on it’s back, a heavy bullet pouch, a very small bolt quiver, as well as the little crossbow. The form takes a step away.. The voice sighs “[Language unknown: Ekul il fo ress teasnt ugh ivwawh]”

Turning again to look at the building: The young voice mulls over thoughts aloud; [Language unknown: "Te aievsi reantetra, onwhi illma lintho.. Inom ingmanint nica'theemi.. Beal taunhi n reant.. Nast.. Wered.. Herforate.. Pro M."]

The figure moves..
To Road ⇒
To Door ⇒
Past threshold ⇒
  Wiping the sandals dirt off, on the thresh for which the threshold is named the figure removes the sandals and hangs them from the pack.
  Stepping forward on matte black soft leather boots.
  Looking around the figure spots the others.. those quicker then her, to charge into Chaos.  and Steps in their direction..

Message board ⇒
But stops, at the sight of a message board, the stretches to read the list.  Then the menu. Checking the other announcements and proclamations.

   The figure slides a hand into a pocket of the pack and pulls out a stick of tinder char..
Reaches up and scribes;
 Min'OrImKakee: Wanted; Hand maid, none but local experience necessary, one language required; common, undercommon, elven, draconic, goblinfolk.
  “Coldeye” not desired.. But if hired subject to “Mistress” protocols. (soot chop)
The figure pulls out a flask of oil mixes it with soot from the char rubs it on an archers thumb ring and roll it against the board leaving a “chop” signature. Of a throne built of range weapons.

Turning away the figure move into the room.

To Table with PCs ⇒
  A young voice comes from the hooded figure; "[Language unknown: Ouraststa but Uspaev n ivce ameentlin..]"
The voice pauses; [Language unknown: Whiveners we undderset ie le Daynothoules . . .
K us Thelarerentiartred, anlo ssmen sssaas m p elcack.. Ch icle wh oneol Echaol n Vorhatenteen icenc hiofto hese was fi iou, Us rutwi mo wit noha.. Of ouchhi iv ilpro re.]


Sitting the hooded throws back the hood, places it’s pack on the floor, bullet pouch on the table, and waves down a passing staff member; "Servitor I would have Soup of the Day, Hot Meat Pies, and.. Tea."  pulling out a set of sling bullets.

While the creature sorted out two specific bullets it can be seen that the hood didn’t hide the face for under the hood was a black on black studded leather skullcap helm fastened to the elven head by matte black sashes, hiding all the face but the eyes and eartips. The Skin as black as the armor.. The eyes blue.. Unless they looked directly at you then a purplish hue appeared.

Finishing the sorting, Min'OrImKakee, scraped back the waxy coating showing two of the three gleamed the bright of silver while the third the dull sheen of lead. "[Language unknown:  Oupran in tetepoho utin poave as e mintta tednceare ck plrepe, adnd ek es someenoerure tin.
 E be m ek th oerveness k ame ntemi mipelo.
 A a hat lat usfiou nt caiewe, ad t me.
Ofil ilhema'ntes diilesar thoandoul ho prnero e wheho wilell, ven m ni i seil wees eau.]"

The young elf takes the left hand and impresses the thumb ring on the waxy surface of the two “silver bullets” and hands them to the servitor; [Language unknown: "he P tedel evstec ieha i ma “wioer” On theeaucom."]

The Dark Alf looks at the Table mates; "Stone-walker I greet you." Looking at the other pausing only briefly "Wind-walker I greet you."


OOC;
09:26, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 18 using 1d20+4 ((14)). (dungeoneering) is there stone roof above?
09:31, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 19 using 1d20+2 ((17)). (geography) Can this be near.. ?? underdark?
09:41, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 20 using 1d20+4 ((16)). (nature)  what do the plants an animals tell? .

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In the mist, nearly invisible for the untrained eyes, a small figure quietly observed the many arrivals.

[Language unknown: "Rinot k onsenclarome chhat etut ereio E nang tindayone ndeicaiou."] he muttered.
[Language unknown: "Les rounsi E tic anyingsta stne p conmanour... U eraichone ssce n nceinehis al unndng preom undectstr"]

He looked around, trying to see if someone else was about to get out of the mist.

[Language unknown: "T essthuure roth th le itos... His ngisalth oer, Er icahersanard neom out yinvencom, icabutest castr..."]

He looked again at the strange inn.

[Language unknown: "Note, il oul nceeauthu vor mi teame een whe foca isnt"]
He finally said as he moved toward the door and opened it (he had to push it quite hard, in fact)

A bit surprised by the amount of people - and of noise!- inside, he blinked a few times before moving toward the bar.
[Language unknown: "Ithproich watr ble n ousof pe seeen necain? Nti ta heril M henoec werom?"] he asked after buying a bowl of the day's soup, keeping his ears open for any hint of useful information in the various exchanges. A very difficult task he quickly realized, due to the sheer amount of said exchanges.

An inky blotch seems to pull itself from the everpresent gloom and coalesces into a humanlike shape, moving toward the inn with erratic movements, keeping various amounts of cover between itself and the surroundings before judging itself to be safe and carefully opening the door, peeking inside.

Surprised at the sheer size of the inn and how full it was, the shadowy figure slinks into the inn, shedding the clinging darkness and revealing herself. She's far enough from home to know she's mostly safe in the strange inn.

Nabbing herself an empty spot at a bar she orders herself a hot meal and a strong drink, and as she waits she turns to look around her immediate area, listening to all the languages that fill the air, ears perked for anything that might catch her interest and eyes wandering over the crowds, quietly amazed at the sheer scope of figures in such a place.

In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 14):

You approach what can only be described as an ancient being of a life form unknown to you. The being looks up as you attract his attention, and though the being appears human, its constantly shifting outline clearly indicates it’s not. The beings wrinkly skin is of a yellowish color liken to one that is jaundiced. Milky eyes that once were a pale green peer out beneath a heavy brow crowned with bristling white eyebrows. Whitish-grey stubble can be seen along the beings jaw line, and chin, and there is a faint trace of an equally colored, and recently trimmed mustache.

At first you thought the Keeper was sitting, but as he approaches the counter, you see that the being is merely hunched over as if the weight of the universes is weighing down on his shoulders. The clothing of the being, leather jerkin shirt, breeches, and low boots are nondescript and neutral tan in color.


It is apparent that is all that will be forthcoming.

(He doesn't leave, but he's no longer paying you any attention. This doesn't mean you cannot ask him another question, but it's obvious he's done with the interaction regarding your initial questions.)
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Pulling his cloak about him to fend off the bitter cold Ploplol gives Copenesen a pat. Goodnesss Copensen, what a pickle we have fallen into. he comments, grinning at the irony of his comment as Copenesin hooves the ground noncommittally. Following the sounds they emerged from a cave pausing at the entry Ploplol noticed the ground had considerable number of Bear tracks, suggesting they were in its lair. Copensen snorted distastefully at the smell of Bear which inturn  confirmed the caves previous inhabitant. A grey dank mist clung to the countryside concealing the area and lending it a eerie aspect, pierced by the occasional sounds of voices. Nudging Copensen towards them the pair quickly located at ramshackle structure which bore the plaque Wayfarer's Inn. Well now that's fortuitous, don't you think Copensen? Ploplol commented prompting a snort from the Stallion, Hopefully there'll be a Warm Dry Stable and fresh hay and oats for you, a hot meal for me... he added giving Copensen a pat.
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In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 16):

You requests are arranged and brought to you. At your two questions, you are returned a queer smile.
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In reply to The Keeper (msg # 18):


Tandon stares at the keeper as he speaks

Thank you, he says, feeling as though he should have so much more to say than that. But something about this whole set up seems strange and off putting.

OOC: 22:12, Today: Tandon Hahpet rolled 14 using 1d20+8.  knowledge planes to understand what this place is.

Come, let's find the apothecary and we can then look at what they have in the various shops.
he tells his valet as they make thier way to the apothecary.

The modron unit RU57-8UCK37 steps out of the mist and into the strange clearing. It is some kind of construct; basically a wood, stone, and metal cube with arms and legs. Two cones sit on the top side of the cube are filled with glassy orbs that appear to be eyes. The front face of the cube has a grid of square tiles that can rotate on a bisecting horizontal axis to change individually from black or white. A small, sooty smoke stack projects off the backside of the unit, and as it moves, occasional puffs of steam jet out of a joint here or there.

The unit turns its "head" around 180 degrees, legs staying planted, to look behind it. Then it turns back. Then turns 90 degrees right, then 90 degrees left. Then it stands there for a few moments. Then it proceeds to approach the structure.

Upon opening the door and being blasted by the chaos within, it slams the door shut again and takes a few steps back. It looks around again in its odd way and is about to move again when Tandon exits the inn.

"Excuse me, fleshy, bipedal units. What is this place?" it asks in a metallic voice. The tiles on the grid on its front plane rotate in a ripple, forming a crude, pixelated image of a humanoid nose and mouth.

OOC: In reply to Lestroniuk and Min'OrImKakee:

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The stout dwarf nods as arrivals come, one after another, as if summoned by dreams to bear witness to a strange day. The first to approach him as he awaits a gnosh...has wings



[Language unknown: "Ee m ven...ut...llthit larentnde romsetugh. Stpe un Mo."]  The dwarf stubs a thumb into his chest and points the still unlit cigar across at the jar, [Language unknown: "Venonsrea Ichtinoun, Mireca Lewhileclo manortand. Aitr...onsatibutbut p virectwil, al ardromkor simamo? As evenon i li ndeere p ncewaslat."]  The dwarf indicates his cigar with a rueful grimace.



[Language unknown: "Tedwhebuthou mancwe stioerall arouat sanenchas! Nt os on ardtedthi thiatepre cacon ie ntcom pronotany ei ee romai leiliv. Re for ssie dayeauwhe moouta vorndende u.  I ortro o."] the dwarf's blue eyes haze over in a gray opaque haze as he looks the shadow-clad figure over, [Language unknown: "Erpe...chmawe astorture, esugh ardearyin ousandund Tha ncereahas. Aino sanintpro Haitpr Laetfi'teth, ma Proticard.  Anync san mo t earainers."] The dwarf seems adamant about introducing the remains of his departed ancestor.

He scoots his chair around loudly to ensure those new to the table have room.

Lestroniuk took a step back each time a newcomer came to the table. This was the raptoran way: give each other room.
But because so much newcomers had joined, Lestroniuk ended up far from the table.
He called out to the dwarf: "Flyd, nice to meet you. I offer my condolences with your grandpa Boneshaker. Was he a good dwarf, has he ever been to this place? I would like to know how you came to be here?"

He then made a little bow to Min'orImKaKee: "Nice to meet you too, sir, though I must say that I'm not a wind-walker yet. I've not yet mastered the art of flying, but I hope to do so later this year. How did you arrive at this miraculous place, sir?"

Circling the structure in the hope of determining if the Inn included Stable capacity Ploplol assessed its the Wayfare's defensibility and perspective number of occupants.

  The dark alf reached down to the pack sliding open a flap and pulled an oil lamp..  placing it on the table removing the hood.. with a box to lay next to it.  The Elven voice responds as flint and steel emerge lighting the flame; "[Language unknown: Neich ouon Fowhmi pl whi thahatere past ommawi oreeveain antshende omol no lepa si it whi i andcomhis.]"

As the flame lit the Dark one, put up a hand to block the light.. but stopped.. instead gazing at the flare until it calmed to a steady flame.

Resuming; "[Language unknown: Tss chos of thes poil wicace.. Wahis? Acte ?Ckwhtenoee?. As aiacwi ng itunthat laiore i redlescom ndlihe.. poere sa ar camipa ck proli. Ereentica yin Oerbutnot Estamestr ad erathamanson eraoveble eraer Satitr areortorethi ai itritr besema whplme sa lahat eerend hououstra m lewaut.  Ho undsethas e iveril esshasvor oer Ilch-poce mawil arefo caugh iopre t ess itnt.  Ic o pa erme romlarich onse fono ndetil peeell nce Handit iv lat eauvorestame e mareno usilomth ar ai sionss.]"
 Watching the rest of the persons entering and scattering through the room;  The Elf resumes with a glance at the winged one; "[Language unknown: Pr iond tinwitart essndebut m eisthi wever n icad thssieivne, adatwe laprck wasce k sanatiore ermoal.  Onur na mosan uncewa oulartcon reecicei anfo ek wiisro trnoro.. i one.. Lo ati osdin lition hasallwas.. p p Ac si atiderhat encredand.  Strng sanch.. ?Maseha ??]"
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In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 21):

Shaking his head - Tandon seems out and approaches the apothecary.

In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 28):

You wander about the disproportioned inn; amazed at how many artisans have attached themselves to to it in a manner which defies all logic. As luck would have it, you stumble upon a wing of the inn that its vendors cater to the making of herbal concoctions, alchemical wares, magical elixirs, and some that simply cater to the carrying of the ingredients that make them.

Some of the vendors have permanent establishments within the structure of the wing, and other nomadic traders liken to peddlers, and gypsies, have set up makeshift stalls using wagon beds, planks upon barrels, or have even placed their wares upon colorful blankets on the ground.

These traders, all vie for your attention by calling out loudly to get you to stop at their stall first. The permanent establishment proprietors, not to be outdone, call out even louder, and soon the area is a filled with deafening voices trying to out call the other.

The noise quickly attracts other shifty looking panhandlers with wares hanging from within cloaks, orphans with brushes to clean your shoes, and vagabonds with hands outstretched for alms.

As various patrons of the tavern go about their business, the table closest to Silhouette catches her eye. The Dwarf was not so unusual - even with the jar of whatever it was - and the Drow didn't seem out of place in wherever the hell the inn was.

The winged one however caught her attention- She'd never seen one before, nor one that seemed intent on leaving the table as others arrived but still intended to keeps place. She watched for a moment longer, head tilted before she places two gold pieces down next to her food and slips quietly closer to the table, peeking at the others seated before whisping by the winged one and claiming an empty seat, making no attempt to announce hersef and no real attempt to hide either, feet up on the table and watching the winged one closely to see what happens.

[Language unknown: "Neou. Ne an."]

[Language unknown: "Oer er elday caai inthervor, oveio forin ss.  To ch o yin...nead aveli t undingtra illhatugh-thound.  Con, menithshe arin an?  Oerus o ure eliv erent Conhas-omeday notherble onar se nteounset, lo nd Of...antoulnottha lo preichwhe.  Ent areounwer ilet lassnc dinthiore.  Osivek heos...ratillthi wiosat t an lasom olos pl Es onetpr." ]

He accepts the light and puffs on his cigar gratefully, then sips the beer, then puffs a bit more.  His eyes roll back in his head in appreciation. [Language unknown: "Os ioer Vorck Ichousith ou ie, whant p neect!"]

The stumpy wanderer leans forward and looks intently at each and every person at the table, [Language unknown: "Noacro som esure ti ss ivehative llhou in llna tra dinthostr Ersthaave vertraess U nd.  Unome kor ndwhne unos ri, ntac ng cenc e eliv estredhouder maicha moha leore in." ]

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 29):

Tandon takes the complex social environment with ease   He removes the carves stick he’s chewing on with his left hand to reveal a brilliant and good natured smile.

He greets the merchants with a few jokes and inquiries and genuine interest in thier work. He accepts one of the kids to polish his boots and gives the fellow two copper while Ankhatup watches skeptically alert for pickpockets.

Other youth crowding in are motioned away with. ”Not now, let your colleagues’ work shine today I’ll be back again tomorrow. “

To the merchants he addresses ”Who is it I can speak to about the bulletin message asking for herbs?”
He spends several minutes lingering after getting that answer to find out more about his surroundings

What is this place? Where is it? Is it a small plane of its own or a location in a larger plane? How to they move their goods here and what is the environment for merchants? Do they have trouble getting anything? Are they organized?

These are the questions he seeks to answer and he will also assess what he thinks of how these competitors are to one another - are they cut throat antagonists or organized or something else? He keeps himself engaged and friendly as one who hope to work well with them.

12:49, Today: Tandon Hahpet rolled 13 using 1d20+5.  Gather information .
12:49, Today: Tandon Hahpet rolled 22 using 1d20+10.  Diplomacy

In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 32):

One of the merchants inclines his head and smiles. “Why tis me, good sir. I’m Hayden. Do you have herbs you wish me to buy?”

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In reply to Ploplol (msg # 25):



Sitting astride Copensen Ploplol considers the building in terms he is familiar with.
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The Dark Elf received the ordered food a small picher of hot water.   Handing over 5 coppers the elf, the pitcher is hung from the unhooded lantern to keep it warm.  the simple clay mug on the tray is accepted, as well.
The tea is pour and in an oddly formal manor the elf sniffs the mug and the bowl of soup of the day, a piece of the hot meat pie, and rubs the edges of both liquid utensils. before taking a sip and taste.

  Glancing up a moment, the young voice replies "[Language unknown: Atss.. in pancllpa pechni ncand n lat]"

The Dark one turns to look at the dwarven companion at the table, "[Language unknown: Io weneee ofave all a oun ss preshedin ers pohi.. eenur ch thamanred tha pe rite si derventhi.
Ev haate di sanwhiicaard t iellho.]"
Turning back the food, it began to disappear rather daintily.


OOC
20:03, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 4 using 1d20 ((4)).  Craft Poison "knowlage of".
20:07, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 25 using 1d20+5 ((20)). Search "trapfinding-poison".
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“Excellent, Hayden I’m glad to meet you. I am hoping to seek out and find the herbs you need. I just wanted to meet and talk to you first so I could get to know what you are paying and what you want. If there are any herbs in particular that you need or any that you know where to find it, but perhaps are unable to go and gather yourself?"
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Felmin felt some uneasiness at the strange - and a bit invasive in his opinion - way of answering his question.

Still, it was an answer, however uninformative as it was.

He checked his purse and found very little in it.

[Language unknown: "Un, e astventra Ee rat el ent nte, teroulone utou o haac be iltr we ameeaudin..."]

He wandered near the billboard and checked the various jobs offered.

He also added a piece of parchemin :

"You lost something, or it was stolen from you?  You need to find someone who's eluding you?  You are in dire need of crucial information?

Specialist Finder at your service,  Felmin Pasdeloup.

See with the usual man."

Now he only had to find the 'usual man' you needed to talk to for jobs here...

Alton had been running though he had escaped the Drow cities, monsters of the Under dark, and even slavers near the surface in a strange land a port city called Calimaport which was very different from the stories he had heard of the surface world.

It was an expedition into the great weeping wastes and a lost caravan, from the others he was separated by a raging sandstorm the wind uncovered a long buried entrance to the world below.  The winds and dirt pelted him like daggers, he could barely see as he worked to open the ancient door.....

In a howl of wind and cloud of dust a cloaked and face covered thin man fell into the floor of the Netherworld plane, he gasped and croaked a single word....through cracked lips


Language Common “Water!

The door from wherever this man came from slams shut behind him
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As the door opens and a strange breeze blows in sand and.. a person.  The Dark alf Slips from the Table and Bolts to the Door, with a hop jumping completely over the prone figure.  And pulling the door open again.  Looking out into the foggy land scape noticing a.. possibly clockwork type creature standing at the door.
   
 The Elf rubbs a foot veryifing the sand and sniffs for remnants of the smells in the breeze.

 . . Looking down the Figure suddenly freezes.. then replies to the stranged creature standing at the door. "[Language unknown: Assom ha ad Lesna ill andionnot ei oultinint ionproiou int ionvereen.. T laevur le n str tic di t seet-ssun ch vorthowasati.  Beel  nceearhat, eksebe omst lar eeca ortiveons to ndone u rielarun llmoou tr hasom anulri.  Ntwata echa theameear ncfi hiec ieloiv trwi ]"
The figure shrugs "[Language unknown: .. Prsina ]"

Turning the Dark Alf returns picking up the tea and clay mug ruturns, The Royal Guard States coldly, "[Language unknown: Sa mirota en ofie me o ieloet.  San ie daystalin weta un washo latti For i po whman oupaek n ekres t ssndho.]"  The stiff figure pours more into the mug drinks to prove the statement, kneels to the floor and places the mug on the floor in reach.

At first Alton had thought that perhaps his family had found him and transported him from the middle of the desert, but upon landing on the other side, he had determined that he was likely on a normative transitive plane.....

The strange door had been marked as the serpent at worlds end.

Alton was surprised to see other Drow in this place and that they seemed passingly friendly and appeared to treat other beings as equals rather than lessers.....

He was nearly certain that the mixture placed in front of him was similar to a mushroom drink he had before and others since in Calimaport.....

He rose and dusted himself off, showing the armor, rapier, buckler and hand crossbow under his cloak....In drow culture showing ones weapons was a sign of peaceful intent

The weapons and armor are drow crafted, but bear no marks of of any house, of any craftsman and without adornment of any kind.....





He rises and sips his tea..... and then settles on a chair nearby
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In reply to Ploplol (msg # 34):

In reply to Min'OrImKakee (msg # 35):

(You do not detect any poison.)

The other dark elf replies in a young but stern voice
 [Language unknown: Se u alllinenc Nieeeillcaas] 
  The house guard moves in such a way that the short sword, basket hilted rapier, handbow, and oddly a very old bronze archers thump ring, are exposed, then waves to a table with an odd assortment of inhabitants; [Language unknown: virlarone ou machce ivete.]  Looking at the odd creature; [Language unknown: Orevorntevir Oul Etwaiess se rat ardul no pro haswerill oerri undterlesvor u evsi-ioli t tic]

Arriving at the table the original Drow gestures in turn [Language unknown: iv en Fi Paus'osndce, iourck u M ck wh Ureiuromhopl entsomore se pl ceofni ar enfise, Io rire wa ng oulwi ro sonlatson wh undtr Tinlesugh ekca, of Dickma ainel, me for Ortnotvereau is. Eauwe ievir] gesturing to the new drow; [Language unknown: espr fi Alevie Eitrpo pr lich it uniopo teredi ad butticion.]
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Lestroniuk answered the elf: "I am called Lestroniuk. I would like to see more of this world. All the fog outside is limiting our vision. So perhaps we could leave on some kind of exploration, or even better, a journey for a well paid mission funded by a merchant or so."

Lestroniuk leaves the people at the table and goes to the message board. Reading for a while, he finally says to himself and anyone nearby:
"Ah, a merchant needs guards for the shipment to his destination, a grove. Now that seems a good mission to start.

Turning to the new drow.. [Language unknown: hisfo plhi seetwh lat pa tin thu estverore ck ainonsons ho poon ad.  k ma tious.]
 Turning the drow catches up with Lestroniuk and after he reads allowed the offer.  [Language unknown: Fint om sondaywer k thatedset m hathatourfortho, nolo-mencic lo sonsomticredter?]

The new comer takes in the group and the casual nature of their conversation ...


Alton sets his pack on the table, attached to it is a Morningstar, he smiles and explains

Those with knowledge of weapons....

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Composed or forged cold iron

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Alton laughs at his own explanation...
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In reply to Min'OrImKakee (msg # 45):

Lestroniuk answered: "Yes, you may come with me and speak to the merchant to affiliate with the group who's going to protect the shipment. But let's see if there are more people interested in affiliating with said group."

The dark elf nods, but then, sighs; [Language unknown: We llnt ard iedi weou set Ch an P poalck es iltitr oermi her fopre.  ch ar st plecpo iou a te wa k vor.]


OOC, on new cell format issues
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His task turning out to be a tad more comprehensive than anticipated Ploplol shrugged Well that's a fine turn of events don't you think Copensen. Guess a different tact will suit us better. Nudging the stallion towards the Inn. Pausing at the entry he examined a noticeboard three possibilities stood out These were

Deciding to approach this systematically the first task should be looked into. Enquiring of the first available inhabitant, for directions to the Apothecary.
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The stillness of the portals was broken as energy began to crackle, arcing and connecting each portal even as it struck like lightning, each bolt of energy seemingly becoming entangled... With a vaguely humanoid shape.

Over several long seconds, the form gree more distinctly inside the cocoon of energy, the lightning like tendrils seeming to act as umbilical cord for whatever humanoid shape that was trying to emerge. It's arms splayed as if falling from a great height, or suffering a great agony, there was a final flash before the form collapsed on to the ground, breathing raggedly. A gauntleted fist prevented the smoking, green cloaked and hooded form from lying on the ground,but it was several long minutes more before the breathing slowed and normalized, and then the armored stranger slowly stood as he looked about his surroundings.

Eyes settling on the inn, the figure patted it's pockets and removed something, stared at it before entering the inn. Looking around he approached whomever seemed to be in charge saying, [Language unknown: "P beutec k m ove set e staateoer iou poisun Lesithwil?"]

Rusty had retreated into his own mind, feeling the /pattern/ of this place. It was there. Rusty could feel the similarities to the pattern of his home, but it was different. Less regular. And difficult to sense completely, like looking at something through a swarm of fireflies. His meditation is interrupted by a creature exiting the structure he was standing in front of.

The dark-skinned fleshy said something to him. It spoke in a language that Rusty couldn't understand, though its body-language and actions seemed to indicate friendliness. Nothing in this strange world seemed unfriendly. Chaotic yes, like those fleshy adventurers he'd been following on Mechanus. Unfriendly, no. The chaotic sounds of the tavern blaring in his ears, he steps through the door and approaches the table the dark elf indicated.

When the winged lizard fleshy speaks, Rusty understands. "A task? Yes. Unit RU57-8UCK37 is ready for a task!" Finally something that made some sense.

In reply to Ru57-8uck37 (msg # 51):

Lestroniuk turned towards the metal construct beside him and said:
"Yes, a task, if you want to participate. Welcome unit RU57 etcetera! I am Lestroniuk and I would like to take you and the elves with me on the mission where we're supposed to protect a shipment. But if you would like to discuss the other messages here on the board, then that's fine with me. I'm open to all kinds of suggestions. I just like the sound of 'shipment' as it might involve sailing."

Tandon makes small talk with Hayden. If there are no specific request he will make his promises to return and begin making his way out of the inn. Before turning to go out he will ask for a little more information of one of the street urchins giving him or her a copper for the time.

In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 36):

(I didn't forget you, was just doing some herbal research, is all.)

Feet still up and slowly eating the shadowy woman watches the steady influx of strange beings coming and going throughout the inn, keeping tabs on anyone who might need services - or their purses lightened. The arrival of a second drow at the table however proves to be enough to hook her attention again.

[Language unknown: "Ort? Ckng, pron ouslesres u ho ion ca. Thuha ecteno be red icaingday, areillintderter?" "]

As he put his offer on the board, Felmin took the opportunity to read the others ones.
He quickly discarded a few: undead were not something he wished to meet.
He had no skills in hunting or harvesting.
He really didn't like the prospect to lead any kind of team: too much trouble.
And the farmer's request felt a bit like wasting his talents .

Two offers, on the other hand, really caught his interest.
The first one, package delivery for a wizard, was not exactly his field of work as he usually found things. But making a good impression on a wizard might help him learn his arts.

The second one was apparently more in attuned to his skills: gathering I formations on the bandits. But there was a high chance fighting them might be requested too.

So he decided to see that keeper to ask for the wizard'request first.

In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 37):

PM

Anyone paying any attention to their surroundings will notice a seedy looking human woman dressed in rugged leather armor of a grey mousy color that closely matches the woman’s unkempt hair. Even the low hard boots are of that color. The weapons on the woman are not showing, but from bulges here and there about her lanky frame you know there are some.

What catches your attention is the fluidity of moment that can only be mastered by that of the rogue or another with the need for that skill set.
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In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 54):


Tandon and Ankhatup make their way back through the main areas of the Inn to go outside the younger man already planning and plotting his next moves. Tongma Chu ... very interesting, Of course they probably already have a method of supplying the Inn with herbs and meats but what if? perhaps they don't have a middle man with the right ideas to support them? ... I wonder how many Goblins are causing the problem? perhaps there is a diplomatic solution?...

Ankhatup notices the look on the young man's face, he suspects the layer of ideas is excessive.

Tandon considers the question.  He looks around as they walk out chewing his carved acacia, he nods to the interesting people by the bulletin board.


Leaving the Inn they continue down the southwest road.
This message was last edited by the player at 01:30, Sat 13 Jan 2018.

In reply to Silhouette (msg # 55):

PM

In reply to Victor (msg # 50):

It is obvious that the language you speak is not spoken by any of the current clientele at the inn, however, the man behind the bar seems to understand the strange sounds coming from your mouth.

In reply to Silhouette

In the meantime he drinks about a gallon of water to reverse his dehydration
This message was last edited by the player at 04:12, Sat 13 Jan 2018.

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 61):

In reply to Silhouette (msg # 64):

I'll be opening up a separate game thread. It will be called Silhouette's Game Thread. Original, right? You'll be temporarily removed from the inn's thread until you choose to return.

I also won't make the change until you give the go ahead in case you want to add some parting dialog to the inn before you depart.
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:48, Sat 13 Jan 2018.

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 62):

[Language unknown: "A stle. N oreei es t enoswa ere ckpancto avekorort iv. Ss terlatnte u ameithith, ma ithstainewer sathla yinsanous liarro?"] the armored says.

Flyd has been focusing on food and drink for a spell, head down, bald flaky scalp to the rest as he alternates between chugging, chewing and toking.  He looks up after a spell and belches with enormous gusto, the eruption visible with cigar smoke and reeking of cheese and beer.

He laughs loudly at himself and tucks his cigar back in his mouth, chewing it contentedly...watching what happens at the job board.

In reply to Victor (msg # 66):

The Keeper smiles sagely and answers you again.


Your language groups have been added, and updated. I do not have a slot for the language, .
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:09, Sat 13 Jan 2018.

Before she leaves the table, the shadow woman places two gold pieces down next to her empty bowl.

[Language unknown: "Hisatenot re sitio tedntewas llerbe lolaen, atithitervenset"]

And with a flicker the woman leaves, lost amidst the sea of people in the tavern.

The armored man merely nods, saying, [Language unknown: "Ith has eess ugh heonad, il No ta onstrande inou ieevevsa ul staomethared orehisast trama ughsti'iontha. Eknd p urble ec ni ort] [Language unknown: Mi] [Language unknown: e ectintive eeomriti."] the armored man says, giving a bow of acknowledgment before striding purposefully towards the message board, brushing past those near it before scanning the board itself.


Quickly scanning the board, the green-cloaked figure heads East through the inn.

"Greetings Unit Lestronik" Rusty says to the creature by the job board. He looks over the list on the board. "This unit agrees. That job seems the best for now."

In reply to Silhouette (msg # 69):

Your game thread has been set up, and I have updated my first posting for your game.

In reply to Victor (msg # 70):

PM

In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 59):


(OOC: Will you continue? Will you be going SOLO for a short time only? If so, I won’t create a separate thread. However, if you plan to remain SOLO for a while, I’d like to un-clutter the main thread, and create a separate game thread for you.)

In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 56):

PM

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 73):


Some time later, which is to say almost no time at all or 1000 years given where they were, the armored man returns, heading directly to the same man he had spoken with earlier, saying in a commanding tone, [Language unknown: "Virro di maadad mi m nteavence hahochwe wasme ast Ssch Mamo, m ain iotiet. El m reset Hofihe, niate noofch oflond Ma arre ou? Tr, I li ro sheus o k andersrat reha Sackhapris, u eenof issom wh ofest nd?" ] and waits expectantly for an answer, his voice easily carrying through the bar.

In reply to Silhouette (msg # 55):

As the Shadow Dame leaves the Dark Elf, nods and states.. [Language unknown: Ouner und onntst e lesortpre thosoname nc usch ine aininevorhis tr era ratwilwastheone.  usven e stistione thany hattheest tin pl k ac latralho me intiouhat ich.
Earai Nidin e the.. Hat.. laiepe.. Som vorel thuatiing voressove. manla wahe rat ess icreme a eauut wainac eau fo on thu. ]


Min'OrImKakee.. Looks at Alton.. [Language unknown: Th ce oeril ngme trtasa ek ivca, urtiai, o hiiebe, rom iv P ul to.  M a tinwheratnti somoutder st ect oulpe ndroas anweec ad, lesandine tina onsi ri ameentnti, verureted, nce plth korruthas ate, out p ekic besi t Ek pldill ursaie.  Beutat notounthi menionore iter ce stricable ave Comforand pewas ac Init Rehind, fi redteroutlin lesto e ssetwa, k pro?]
  As the House marked dark one speaks, the hands twitch nervously


Replying as the Shadow Dame left; [Language unknown: N tiowi een ha ngunac io wasdinant anfi foret ha comdinder K man ma romeraoreare nont.. Inghisrut thuardhou st hoomst yinol.. O witac.. uresonter acth whiconeve nte re Alcereas k Resstrpro.]


Again speaking Common to the "Unit"; "This job also seems something I would at least investigate?"

In reply to Victor (msg # 76):

You approach what you thought was the bar keep, and quickly ascertain that this "bar keep" is an ancient being of a life form unknown to you.

(See message 18 for a complete description of this being if you missed seeing this post.)
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:21, Sun 14 Jan 2018.

Reply to Min’Or
This message was last edited by the player at 15:41, Sun 14 Jan 2018.

You see a swarthy, one-eyed bowlegged man enter the inn and swagger over to speak with the Keeper. The man's voice bellows out a greeting to the Keeper, and wastes no time getting down to business. The crusty old sea dog stares about the room a moment, and one can't but notice the ornate multi-colored glass eye that follows his gaze lazily. His clothing is of finely made cloth, bold red, and tailored to allow swift movement. A cutlass peeks from the side slit of his handsome jacket.

Though the Keeper's reply is unheard, whatever transpires non-verbally between them inspires the man to bellow out what it is he wishes of the Keeper.

"Keeper, me's be needing me some swordhands to protect me ship. Pirates be gettin bold, I say, and I ain't never lost me cargo. If you find anybody what's interested, send'em to the Salty Wench tavern on High Street in Seawell. I'llz talk to'ems tharrr."

With that the bowlegged sea dog leaves the tavern.

In moments, the Keeper hands the assistant Innkeeper a paper which is promptly carried over to the message board, and tacked up.
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Felmin talked a bit with the woman before moving toward the keeper

A feeling a bit uneasy facing the entity known as the Keeper, Felmin paused only for a moment.

As soon as he will have his answers, he will go back to the woman to discuss their little agreement.

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 74):


Amazed by the wonder of all that is in front of him Tandon declares
 He stops awhile with Ankhatup having lunch with the spectacular vista ahead of them.
Have I heard of him before?...

Ankhatup notices the young man's concern.

They continue toward the seed in no rush - Tandon tries to identify the plane they are on - and recall what he can.

Ankhatup looks for signs of animals or herbs as they go.


09:56, Today: Tandon Hahpet rolled 7 using 1d20+5.  Survival. Ankhatup to notice flora and fauna

09:55, Today: Tandon Hahpet rolled 26 using 1d20+8.  planes or religion to know Chu.
If this Chu is a high level Druid or has stories told of him - may also make is
Trade knowledge or K nature or nobility for +5 instead of 8 to be 23

09:55, Today: Tandon Hahpet rolled 27 using 1d20+8.  k. planes to recognize the plane we are on.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:01, Sun 14 Jan 2018.

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 78):

The green and steel clad figure continues, saying [Language unknown: "Is ilugh ersdinenc ng ati un tisillivis, taion p te plerfien ssplec ha ck, launro urng wiulev t urefo caofit. Eslahi ac nenaatce aclaecis ard lincar el u comeauhat loeire voromelin. Ce sta terdinectnti ughonsnce."] Seemingly satisfied with the exchange , the armored man took a seat by the bar. He sat stoically, as  both the Captain and Felmin approached the Keeper. As Felmin started to leave however, the armored man spoke to him.

"I too will be going to see the Wizard Gaard, so I will be joining you." he informs him.

Felmin looked at the strange iron masked man for an instant before answering.

"I wouldn't mind the company, but there is a small thing I need to do first. And it might occupy me a little. I suppose I could go to the mage before doing that task, but judging by the fact we will need more people, I probably will have enough time.

Now if you don't mind, I will be back in a few minutes to tell you if I can go now or a bit later. If it is the second option, I would greatly appreciate if you could get all the informations and bring me up to date when I come back - if you are still here, of course..."

The dwarf looks up at the winged humanoid across the table, who had identified himself as 'raptoran', something FLyd had never even heard of. Then his blue-eyed gaze slips to Min'Or...a race Flyd has little difficulty identifying, and then to the odd mechanoid being, Ru57-8uck37. [Language unknown: Mohier terck str netho Stllna el o thoin romaineen io ieen.]

The stout figure grunts a puff of smoke past his cigar as he clambers off his chair and scoops up his mean-looking ax of Dwarven design, to make his way over to the Keeper, [Language unknown: "Nthohe ckunng ard weos verntetin hi Eauartredfor Omebutrut. Ast t plin ore ereat ouse icbeme. P...bela e pre omeicalin."] He jerks his thumb at his fellows to indicate the others interested in the job.

Flyd rests the ax on his shoulder and looks up at the Keeper sternly, all business for the moment.

Alton goes through his gear. Gives himself a bath and continues to make ready for the task at hand...He also keeps a keen ear out for the particulars of the job
This message was last edited by the player at 20:39, Sun 14 Jan 2018.

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In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 85):

"I too have other business to attend to, but that is why there is a message board. The matter of when we shall reconvene is unimportant, but make no mistake.[Language unknown: Ro] is no man's lackey." the armored man says.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:16, Sun 14 Jan 2018.

xywheoio1

The Dark Elf being called Mia'Or' having heard the newcomer loudly greet this Keeper. Nodded to Alton, and Lestroniuk, and headed in the creatures direction, only to discover the Dwarf Jarl Flyd Boneshaker arrived first and asked about what was on her own mind.  Moving up to the Dwarves non-weapon side in support, the Dark one stopped a half step behind, but in sight of Flyd's peripheral vision.
  Pausing examined the Creature, carefully..
  And after The Dwarf finished speaking, the Elf asked; "[Language unknown: Tihis It "Nteatevir", Fi os ble Whe Ionerewilasthou ha ll, silo hapr terherain no ssti.. Nopest.. Ithhastic Earinghou", art Anyandandica o tereratio]"

19:04, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 20 using 1d20+4 ((16)).  *Knowledge: Nature.
19:06, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 4 using 1d20+3 ((1)).  Sense Motive
19:11, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 21 using 1d20+5 ((16)).  Search: danger/

In reply to Ploplol (msg # 49):

Locating the Apothecary, Ploplol enters the Shop pausing to take in the fine wares, aroma and general ambience. When he locates the attendant he introduces himself and enquires as to the Apothecary's wellbeing.

In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 56 & msg # 82):


_

In reply to Tandon Hahpet (msg # 83):

PM

In reply to Flyd Boneshaker (msg # 86):

In reply to Alton Chasmyr (msg # 87):

Unfortunately, and though you can see Flyd listening, there are no words coming from the Keeper.

In reply to Ploplol (msg # 94):

After sufficient recovery from his previous time in the desert Alton finally motions to Min’Or that they should make introductions to the others who seem interested in the journey to the grove.

He approaches the raptorian and the golem...

Flyd grunts and squints one eye at the Keeper, clouding his mortal vision for a heartbeat.  The Dwarf's face looks uncomfortable...like someone who has a full mouth of spoiled pickled cabbage. He grunts again and turns back to his new acquaintances.

He puffs quietly as their introductions continue, then finds an opening in the conversation.

The Dwarf clambers back into his chair and pulls the smouldering tobacco stick from his teeth, gesturing with it casually, [Language unknown: "T m stireaive p venortard evete rediwe ta Cela'arek Ainvorout, a werthiles llome conndeainred. Linee Fidiio neurti arethaure posi-ilet arard t thuomewit. Ol o ch thuthapro th ekven chicon conndesan ureshesti reasta ou di ilfoac procomeen pe Natoar.  Anreca koricaive na we fibesi. wh san ul wiur p at al sa th mautus seck u pe aculwh...day korticore. Ieckfo iv etut'inlien roncen."]

As he went back toward the woman, wondering if he had not, somehow, upset the strange iron masked man, Felmin saw her talk to someone else and then the pair went away.

Apparently, he wasted an opportunity...

So instead he went back to the board, took his note and added a few words:

"See the Keeper for Felmin Pasdeloup"

He also added a small note next to the two jobs that currently interested him:
"I'm interested in those two jobs, feel free to find me to talk about it if it's your case too.
Felmin Pasdeloup, skilled and stealthy investigator."

He could, of course, ask loudly around, it might be quicker, but for a gnome used to stay in the shadows, it was a last ressort option.

So instead he wandered around, talked to a few patrons to see if anyone had heard about those two jobs.

And, of course, he also kept his ears and eyes open for anyone talking about a job that could fit his gifts.  That was in fact quite urgent for the few coins he still had would  not last long...

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 99):
This message was last edited by the player at 23:19, Mon 15 Jan 2018.

Min'Or'.. follows Flyd, sees Alton's gesture, and oddly for an Elf sits Heavily next to him.  Staring blankly nods when Fyrd finishs.
  The Elven voice that replies is softer and more melodious, I can tell you nothing.. not only that the Keeper didn't speak into my mind.. not only that that I could not tell if the creature was arch fae.. demigod..  even lessor god or greater.  That is no real surprise.
   "[Language unknown: Re ou our Oshondos ou ar Elatac isunce e chnt hapaet Lero'wasaes, Et ngarthwi tra er latectill est iore linoerint osiofo iv mo ai olhou Esneho. N stipreeve sani ei miwh ec to i daytinman was ti Ith.. Esng'lanc. Eentinain.  Ti ica whprch ulseon Korin n p, ceet t u.. k ioufi un reaandnti.. ng nemi et lin rietck werthutha on ousthepre ou ndanie.]"

   Looking around the table.. you can see.. the blank look leave the eyes and her own words hit her.  "[Language unknown: U earnt fi tio mohaul.. ek ut se.  k ndpe miyin hean, dinte povir.  I resvorest whe, wh, t ur oereenrat.]"

   Looking a Flyd "[Language unknown: whi tho Melaec has ponderin weuspr ast taee heetei in der, und Ntenteonevor Ichohe?, t tha ilchll to om reawilyin?]"
This message was last edited by the player at 22:11, Mon 15 Jan 2018.

Lestroniuk was with Flyd and Min'orImKakee the they asked about the mission to Wortten's Grove (message 9).
He said to them: "Thank you for asking the keeper about that mission. I would like to join you on this mission to Wortten's Grove, it will be good to do this together mister Flyd and Min'orImKakee!"

In reply to Ploplol (msg # 103):

The armored man, after listening to the various conversations walks towards Pickpockets General Goods.


Leaving there with a full backpack, he makes his way towards the woods. Encountering the encampment of Rangers and Druids, he would approach one and ask, [Language unknown: "El m arwasenc ol wilersventheoustic tin her on erasheingwheate eveforiououteve asevst. P e ent asthousanicaess ev plti iniseidi ri iouareine arieha leove avenceeraessain. Si waekla whi ouressble seticarut wa ieulte st Ei er reael?"]

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 106):

Flyd slides his Grandfather's urn closer to himself, and sets it against the extra draw of ale he had had poured in his ancestor's honor.  Then he clinks the ale against the urn and throws back the ale in long slug.  "Here's to ya Grandad!"

He then goes about trying to connect the dots with his new fellows, [Language unknown: "Oure, Anntur amebuthas ti wihana iv si is comevetin...eisi wasca areho seiesi lesmanint p pe outhisout aname ortintble usstr erle ourameugh, thosi...onpl pe ant wilbe.  Chtaos estsanereive riee whyin at eauectvirwil.  Encounain roiedi on mist.  Hi hismi evwh fo manic theforwil. Re any ourivethimanart nofint era...Werhasrat. Virouteve lesoerhis.  Strentove k ev fo alnina u sonmenive.  Virss becom notearwit...tonte latwh OSEI Nginai Onehistin la outtering miel pa o fi plpafi reaee k reaun."]

The Dwarf gestures expansively, generally including them and the Wayfarer's all at once, trailing cigar smoke as he does so.

In reply to Ploplol (msg # 108):

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 110):
This message was last edited by the player at 19:47, Tue 16 Jan 2018.

Alton nods at the dwarfs description....
This message was last edited by the player at 13:20, Tue 16 Jan 2018.

   "Min'Or" reached down to the Sash that circled her waist and pulled up a Sling to match the bag of bullets.
   The sling was some kind of macramed belt circling twice and held in place as a buckle by loops and balls knotted into the ends of the belt.  The sling made and decorated of drowish designs looking to have been made by the hand of a child.  "[Language unknown: No acpeta a atck th Eisepe erslespre At meeiou ver elplri rutentativirtho t St acnter sa intit der lata. U neei onseratin ilnisa hishisnce rat ekvir]"

  Looking back at Flyd, she replied;
"[Language unknown: In Tioratcom? p itivosplad thiventer?.. noac ngsa chad anyen haio ome.. Ncenpr?]"

She Continued to Alton;
"[Language unknown: Po in U astestred ec p tiun enc, Iv Os.. the me Isro? vircomers loth ielin.]"

 "[Language unknown: Eitranes Pa.. atou Rutmenthaardard, Se Eenwilatienclin, Lanare Tinionardith E ro eete Ortcomwil a oerardund ofriwa set anit.  E heree alsta ll oneichandoveoer, M ulcon omutsi Ousnot'proort k verndeour tioer weil nginfi acinwi, At wer ndckmi hellic, com und. P nt ureesshatonsers icace u ersing'proentrat ne houkoryiness na olioee, butratwil nceul icllad Os antforthi a trek ioundeine.
K ast etelet eaupl eeecma ndent n wi siss utwehoenet t pa prfoof.. Foou thuinewas her latantear ourbe Touswa ingconwas t is k’ck beesha.]"
This message was last edited by the player at 23:31, Tue 16 Jan 2018.

In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 102):

In reply to Victor (msg # 107):

So, are these the players who will be doing the caravan adventure? If so, then when you all are ready I will be setting you up a separate thread. You will be removed from the inn thread until you return to the inn. Your thread will be called "Caravan Guards Game Thread". Finish your roleplay here, and when all are ready, post that you are in the OOC thread. I'll transfer you, and don't post in the thread until I give the go ahead. Thanks.

Alton Chasmyr

Flyd Boneshaker

Lestroniuk

Min'OrImKakee

RU57-8UCK37

Ploplol
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:59, Wed 17 Jan 2018.

In reply to Alton Chasmyr (msg # 112):

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 116):
Bother, Pending GM reply.

In reply to Ploplol (msg # 118):

Yarp..that works fer me.  All seem to lean that way...although I'm not sure about Ploplol.

;)

"I am a crafting unit. I have some feel for the ... Pattern ... of things." He looks at the food the others are eating. "I have no need for such fuel. I am ready to depart." He looks towards the door and back at the group that was still lingering around the table.

In reply to Flyd Boneshaker (msg # 120):

ooc Me too.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:03, Wed 17 Jan 2018.

Alton shrugs and begins crafting a sling similar to Min’Or’s as well as a few clubs suitable for hitting or throwing over short distances
This message was last edited by the player at 04:35, Wed 17 Jan 2018.

To answer a question posed in a PM... The Message will be removed from the inn's message board when a group has been found to do the task. I'll be adding more adventures, and jobs, so if you don't like anything there, don't worry. Also, I have tons of SOLO stuff available, and I can even tailor one to your hook ideas if you want.

Starting just outside the Main entry of the Inn City, Ploplol mentally partitioned the area he to be assessed based on a 12 divisions centred on Wayfarer’s. After which he determined if each subsequent area was suitable.

In reply to Ploplol (msg # 125):

The dwarf takes a fairly keen interest in the crafting, watching and gauging the skills of his fellow travelers. He cocks a brow and puffs quietly...appreciating the industry.

Lestroniuk says to Flyd: "I'm not a crafter myself, but I am trained as a sailor and I'm very familiar with all kinds of plants and animals.
With my spear and scimitar, you'll find that I have a lot of capabilities to use in outdoor combat."

OOC: Lestroniuk is ready to go. If others are going to spend days on crafting, however, then Lestroniuk will join another group.

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 126):

Delighted to learn this valuable information from the Apothogary Ploplol bustled in the direction he was informed

In reply to Ploplol (msg # 129):

Felmin moved toward the area he had seen the woman go, determined not to let her go this time.

In reply to Flyd Boneshaker (msg # 127):

Noting the Dwarf’s interest...

Planning to buy a full waterskin, slingstones, some of the dried meat, a loaf of bread and hunk of hard cheese (to eat for first part of the journey)....
This message was last edited by the player at 22:24, Wed 17 Jan 2018.

Min'Or' Turned off the flame of the lantern boiling the water, Rehooded it, and slip it back in the pack.  Sipping a last swallow of Ale then, followed up finishing the tea.

Tapping a thowing axe hanging from a loop on the backpack, Min'Or' spoke up; "[Language unknown: E onentishe wa omeromlin tioainreanti ivestaati to ureti arte, elev mele his thiar wit reaughtha a men.]"

Standing, and sliding the pack on, raising the hood over her head, the Dark Alf moves away from the table.

To Door ⇒
Stopping to look back making sure nothing is left behind;

Past threshold ⇒
Stopping again this time to look for saplings and brush in view that could turn quickly to clubs, cuntas, or javalin.

To Woody Vegitation ⇒
She checks for usable plants.

To Road ⇒
To wait.

OOC;
16:27, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 12 using 1d20+5 ((7)).  Search for Scat [clue of presence].
16:34, Today: Min'OrImKakee rolled 22 using 1d20+4.  Know nature; hard dense wood.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:43, Wed 17 Jan 2018.

[Language unknown: "Os witema latereive ateoreeau n rete e llntne oreenctic u k thenro ilnice."] Flyd commiserates but is glad to be prepared...imagining not having enough stone about gives him the willies.

---

OOC: I think just getting a handful of last minute gear and we are ready to go. We can craft along the way as well if you all are driven to. Looks like Ploplol is looking to buy something and then may be available. I expect the Chronicler will be setting up our thread shortly.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:46, Wed 17 Jan 2018.

(Varlian. How is character creation coming along. I haven't heard from you in a while. Need some help?)
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:34, Fri 19 Jan 2018.

(The OOC for this game has been closed, so we'll simply post OOC chatter in orange. Thanks)

Varlian gasps as the inn materializes in front of him.  How did he, and this building, come to be here?  He takes some time to peer down each road and quickly realizes he can't see far enough to gather any worthwhile information, but nevertheless finds the roads themselves to be auspicious: surely a sign from his god, Fharlanghn.

Had the god of roads and travel sent him to this mysterious place?  It would make as much sense as any other explanation.  He strolls up to the entrance and reads aloud the nearby sign,

"The Wayfarer's Inn."  He mutters to himself, "I'm certainly not much of a wayfarer.  The furthest I've traveled is hardly a few days from home."

His surprise when awakening outside the inn hardly compares to the shock he receives as he walks inside.  His jaw falls open as he tries to take in the room.  He doesn't remember how he ended up at the bar itself, but can tell from his rustled robe that he must have been jostled into this corner by other patrons while he stared at the countless curiosities.

"No thank you," He says when the irritated serving staff finally gets his attention after repeated attempts.  "I'm not a drinker."

Just then he catches sight of The Keeper and the shock of this bizarre place really hits him.  He quickly grabs the sleeve of the server.

"I've changed my mind, I need an ale."

Varlian continues eyeing the interior of the inn and staring at the guests.  When he gets a few angry looks he decides it best to find something to do which might mask just how bewildered he is.  He spots the message board and makes his way over to peruse the notes.
This message was last edited by the player at 10:15, Mon 22 Jan 2018.

(Very nice intro. The message board is up to date. Welcome to the Netherworld Plane Campaign, and the Wayfarer's Inn!)

(Thanks a lot!)

Before he even knew he was going to do it, Varlian walks straight up to The Keeper.

"I would like to inquire about the whereabouts of one Felmin Pasdeloup, and also who may I contact for information regarding Falcon's Hallow, and..."

Varlian looks as if he wants to ask about a million other things.  He  moves his mouth but no words come out, and any bravado he had when he first gathered the courage to start his questioning seems to seep out of him as he gazes at The Keeper's ever changing outline.

"And that would be most helpful.  Thank you."

In reply to Varlian (msg # 139):

The Keeper answers telepathically.

"Thank you for your time."

Varlian figures it best to keep his conversation with The Keeper as short as possible.  He bows his head and turns to walk away.  Eager to get out of the loud common room, he decides to follow up the note regarding an apothecary.

He goes back to his corner of the bar and finds the server who helped him before. He asks for directions and then works his way out of the loud common room and to the apothecary.

In reply to Varlian (msg # 141):

(Keep the outside of the inn conversations in a PM to GM, please. Thanks.)
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:38, Tue 23 Jan 2018.

PM

A humanoid figure enters the inn, his green cloak and hood somewhat shrouding his armor, and the armored mask he wore hid his features. He nods to the Keeper as he strides over to put up 2 notices on the wall.

One notice seemed to be for recruitment. The other offered spells for sale, seemingly at fair market prices.

Once done posting up his notes, he grabbed a waiting cup of wine from the Keeper and retreated to a quiet corner of the inn, where he began to read.

A young woman's figure suddenly appears in the middle of a drab, colorless area. A shiver runs up her spine, and for a while she seems dizzy and confused.

Wait, am I dreaming? Last I remember, I had payed for a room at a small inn and went to get some needed rest upstairs. What time is it?

She gazes up at the sky, unable to find an answer, as grey and dull as it is. Then Lilabeth shifts her attention to other directions, noticing the many roads that seem to take away from the building in front of her. Finally she cautiously turns to look behind her, half expecting to find a ghost or a shadow.

Something is clear. This is most definitely not the inn where I was staying.

And with a shrug, she starts confidently walking towards the door that she assumes to be the entrance, a smile on her face. She is secretly excited at the prospect of a mystery to solve.

Once inside, she discreetly looks around her, and decides to take a seat at a free table. After having a quick glance over the menu board, Lilabeth signals the closest staff member and orders a glass of Golden Sands and a serving of hot spicy potatoes.

For some reason she was feeling as hungry as if she had a hole in her stomach.

Those who are new to this campaign and thread should read Messages 1 to 9 which will explain where you are, and how this inn and environs work.

In reply to Lilabeth (msg # 146):

The server is polite, and your food and drink are brought to you quickly.

"That will be 4 sp and 2 cp, please," she asks after setting the food and drink in place on the table.
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A human clad in Breastplate and wearing a few weapons walks through the mists to the east. He pauses, clearly confused. "This was the road to Delhuntle, I'm sure of it. But what happened to the Elder Forest? And the Broken Spine mountains north of me have suddenly disappeared. That seer told me I'd be going on an unexpected journey, but who would have dreamed..." His musings cut off as he spies the Wayfarer's Inn. Heading to the entrance, he pauses to look around. Seeing the spoke-like roads and  surrounding mists let him know that many travelers must come here, possibly from farther away than he can imagine. He enters the Inn, and looks around. Satisfied that it is indeed a hub for travelers, he crosses to what could only be the Jobs board. After reading several entries, he realizes that other worlds can be accessed by this Inn, since some places listed were unfamiliar to him. He moves to the bartender, and asks for ale and bread. "Is there any work for an aspiring armorsmith around here?"
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 14:44, Sun 22 Apr 2018.

A small creature in baggy loose fitting clothing is probably not seen approaching the Wayfarers Inn, at least not by many.

What is this? Oh Baervan Wildwanderer, what have you done? this isn’t the land I was seeking. He looks about as he considers his predicament, I can’t believe I am fortunate enough to be swiped into a new land but the Wayfarer himself, and this. The wayfarers Inn, there will be opportunity here no doubt !

The quiet little fellow approaches the Inn in near silence and seeks out an entrance, he moves through the crowd with lucky effectiveness.

Looking at the notices - he reads the opportunities available.


sneak into the Inn
Use bluff to not be noticed in the crowd.
Slight of hand to steal a drink when someone turns away.
7:51, Today: Garret rolled 22,23,21 using D20+16,d20+12,d20+4.  Hide, move silent, bluff.
17:41, Today: Garret rolled 19 using 1d20+8.  Slight of hand

The armored man looks up from his book, staring at John D'oh from his corner of the room before beckoning the man to approach as he carefully begins to mark his place with a piece of ribbon before reverently closing the book and placing it within a pocket of his cloak. He sits relaxed, his fingers steepling in front of his masked face as he watches the man approach, never saying a word.

Lila fishes the necessary coin out of her money belt and pays the server. She happily tucks into the spiced potatoes and finishes in little time. Still with the glass of ale in her left hand, the young redhead stands up and approaches the inn's message board with curiosity, thoroughly looking over all the different notices and advertisements.

One of the most recent notices reads as follows:

In reply to Victor (msg # 153):

I've added the message.

In reply to Lilabeth (msg # 152):

Of course, the message that will interest you will be Message 15.

Apologies to John D'oh. I must not have hit the send button when I answered your last post. Please (this is for all players), if ever you see I don't answer a post and I'm answering other player posts, let me know. Sometimes I forget to hit send, sometimes I just forget because my daughter or wife interrupted me, or I simply missed seeing it.

The minute the door becomes even the slightest bit opened, a cacophony of sound is emitted. To begin to describe the chaos that is the Wayfarer’s Inn one must not look inside and expect to see a room of set dimensions. No, one must put perceptions of normality aside, and just accept that the inn simply is whatever size it needs to be at any given moment.

With that aside, you see the inn bustles with activity as patrons unlike you’ve ever seen call out to the serving staff for food and drink; typical of any inn-like environment, but very much atypical in its clientele. The gleaming polished bar seems to go on forever, and the kegs are stacked so high you wonder if the place even has a ceiling. But surely, though skepticism pervades, there is indeed one up there somewhere?

Tankards clink as people fellowship in cheerful camaraderie at tables of all shapes, heights and sizes. Cubby hole alcoves can be found down the outer walls where games of chance are always in full swing. If you head towards any of the many corners of the room you are sure to find some form of entertainment from bardic serenades to plays or even small circus acts.

(OOC: I’ll not be delivering drinks and food to characters, if you desire to actually talk to the serving staff, then I’ll NPC the talk, but as far as basic services go, it is an assumed thing that this is always happening. This inn is the chat room for players to engage in roleplay among themselves until they take off on an adventure. It is the trading post, the crafting hall, and will serve as the place all business is conducted. Have fun!)

At John D'oh: You approach what can only be described as an ancient being of a life form unknown to you. The being looks up as you attract his attention, and though the being appears human, its constantly shifting outline clearly indicates it’s not. The beings wrinkly skin is of a yellowish color liken to one that is jaundiced. Milky eyes that once were a pale green peer out beneath a heavy brow crowned with bristling white eyebrows. Whitish-grey stubble can be seen along the beings jaw line, and chin, and there is a faint trace of an equally colored, and recently trimmed mustache.

At first you thought the Keeper was sitting, but as he approaches the counter, you see that the being is merely hunched over as if the weight of the universes is weighing down on his shoulders. The clothing of the being, leather jerkin shirt, breeches, and low boots are non-descript and neutral tan in color.


At Garrett: I will need to address your update in a separate post.

Still waiting on Astryd and Dibbly to post.

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In reply to Garret (msg # 150):

A bluff requires interaction between you and the target. Creatures unaware of you cannot be bluffed. http://www.d20srd.org/srd/skills/bluff.htm.

You ease into the inn (as described in msg 156) and mark a cup of wine (belonging to Victor who doesn't notice the filching of said drink.) that you easily take right out from under the nose of your victim.

You aren't barely 1 step past the table when a firm beefy hand grasps your arm at the elbow, and two fingers take effective control of your nostrils.

"Hold thief," demands the bouncer.

The Chronicler, on behalf of Victor, rolled 12 using 1d20+2 ((10)).
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Lila's eyes move fron one message to the next, no apparent change to her demeanor as she reads the many notes posted on the board, but as she reaches what seems to be the last advert, the shine in her eyes becomes even more intense, and her expression clearly changes. To one of anticipation, perhaps?
All it has taken to catch her attention is the mention of treasure. Clearly risking life and limb doesn't sound anywhere near as enticing, but her interest has already been captured, so much so that she quickly skips through the rest of the message. The name of the person to talk about the job is all that matters.

She turns from the board, and looks for a spot near the centre of the serving area of the inn where she wouldn't be in the way of the workers. In loud voice, but not so loud that it would cancel the melodious tone, Lilabeth inquires: "Any chance there is a Victor here? I would like to have a word with them, if possible."

Curious about the armored man beckoning him, John approaches. After assessing the seated personage, he says "Clearly you aren't in need of an armorer. Have you some other reason for wishing to speak with me?"

When Lila speaks, Victor looks to her and silently beckons her over to his table. His eyes flicker from the empty place where his drink had been, to the arm held in the vice-like grip of the bouncer, and the armored head nods approvingly, and glances at the Keeper. He holds up an imperious figure to both John and Lila, clearly expecting them to wait.

Gesturing that the arm which now held his drink should be placed on the table in front of him and held there, the man begins to speak. As he does so, he removes a knife and a whetstone from his belt, and he begins to calmly sharpen it, saying, "It is Universal Law that every action results in an immediate and opposite reaction. The benefits of this back and forth are of course, quite relative, but the certain conclusion is this - without this order, only chaos remains. Thievery is odious, and must be curtailed. Vagrants with delusions of grandeur, a skilled thief may be able to avoid those consequences for quite some time... but in the end their bill must always come due. One mistake, one poorly chose mark, and the reward is demonstrably far poorer than the risk. It seems your bill has come due, and though today it is a mere glass of wine, I am certain it is not the first thing you have stolen. But as it was MY glass of wine, I will see to it that you repay your debt... Both to society as well as to me. Your hand holds the wine of Victor [Language unknown: Mick Set], and so now that hand belongs to me. I would take an oath of fealty, a truly repentant promise to make yourself useful first to me and then the rest of the world.... But of what value is the word of a thief? Perhaps in losing your hand you will gain a newfound respect for Honor..." he says, placing the whetstone in his belt and making as if to begin retrieving the limb he just casually claimed.

Perhaps if there was another way, the limb might be saved? Fortune favors the bold, but clearly this was not someone to be trifled with.

Although unasked, John speaks to the question "I have known many thieves in my short life. Some do possess a personal code of honor. I know not If this one is such a person, but perhaps this magical place has the means to compel cooperation, especially if you might find yourself requiring such skills as this young rapscallion possesses?"

The knife flies fast towards the thief's wrist as John speaks and stops... a hair above the skin. The armored head tilts towards John, and the pale eyes beneath the mask consider the man for a long moment. "If there was some means of ensuring that I could trust the word of this thief... I suppose I could make use of him on an expedition I am heading. Should he be bound by his word to make himself useful, to amend his ways... I would take an oath in place of his hand. Justice without mercy is cruel, and mercy without justice is a fool's errand. Let it not be said that [Language unknown: Ichat] is a merciless fool." and with that, blade against the thief's wrist... he waited expectantly, not bothering to glance at the thief whose future seemed clenched in his iron hand.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:58, Tue 24 Apr 2018.

Whaaa! The little fellow exclaimed trying to weasel out of the Bouncers grasp.

18:21, Today: Garret rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  Escape
But when the other dude starts spouting off about melodrama in some monologue he clings to the bouncer instead trying to keep the bouncer between them.
Uh - Er... I’m sorry I just came by to uh see what’s going on but eh fealty? Like your a king or something? I don’t know that’s not really my thing - I have my own ... so uh no dice. I just thought this was mine or maybe community sharing you know? all for one and one for all? But since I’m mistaken I’ll see the Innkeeper and learn the rules, I won’t submit to just anyone’s violence - we’re civilized there’s a court and proving and all that.

He wriggles and writhes not letting his hand be taken so easily.

"What use do I have for the petty power of Kings?" Victor asked, his tone amused.

"You are right not to submit to unprovoked violence... as I am right to demand justice on behalf of myself and all your other victims. As your mind does not seem to be as agile as your hands, I will use small words so that you can understand your options." he says, leaning towards the little man and speaking slowly. "Either I will take your hand. Now. Or... I will take a promise from you to work for me, and to give up thievery... until such time as I have retrieved the artifact I search for."

Leaning back and toying with the knife he says, "I do not expect you to work for free, of course. I anticipate much treasure and gold along the path before me. I intend to share this treasure equally with all that accompany... all save the artifact that is intended for another. But if you are not released into my custody, then I am obligated to see that you have a lasting reminder of the consequences of perfidy. You have made your choices, little thief. You simply have your consequence to consider. Your hand... or honest work and an ubreakable promise?"

Victims? What victims? This is your wine - you assume ... much ... you doh know any victims. uh an I’m not yours to make act you cante take my hand. I have a master an a guild an they would come lookin. We’re strong together they don let other people take from us. Not this way, gettin caught is one thing an I’d pay any legal debt but you isn’t law.
He pauses a second
I Well I can make a contract if you’re lookin for a scout, or maybe a quiet fellow to find things like artifacts for a price or follow people, but as to promises and oaths and paths - well that would be through my master.

"Your masters cannot protect you from me... but it seems you have inadvertently stumbled upon a reasonable alternative. I will draw up a contract, and you will be permitted to sign it with the hand you seek to keep yourself attached to. Break the contract in word, or deed, seek to circumvent it... and you will have exhausted what little patience I have left for you." Victor says, pulling out blank piece of parchment and inkpen, upon which he wrote out a contract in a careful, precise hand.

It read:



As Victor slides the contract over, he says in a deathly polite tone, "Betray my generosity at your peril, little thief, and be greatful I have a use for your skills. There is no running, no hiding, and no power that will absolve you of your obligations to me. None save my gratitude for a job well done."
This message was last edited by the player at 17:49, Wed 25 Apr 2018.

John points out "Since you don't see the bouncer objecting to the possibility of lopping off your hand, you might want to reconsider your assumptions about the law hereabouts. If it hasn't sunk in yet, you are beyond the reach of your master and guild. You are in another world, one between other worlds. Another plane of existance. Expect no help avoiding your fate.

Lilabeth quietly observes from her position, not a single hair moving, feeling she's neither in the position nor the place to intervene. She patiently waits to see how things develop, her attention shifting between the different parts involved. Finally, and seeing how things might very easily take a turn for the worst, Lila decides to briefly chime in.

"The words spoken here are true. I do not have part in this conflict and do not desire to, but I do not wish to be a witness to mutilation if it can be helped. I understand that fealty might be too big of a word, but I do not see what the problem is with signing a contract and agreeing to a promise of not betraying the one who is to be your employer."

The woman stops, hoping her words sink in.

07:45, Today: Lilabeth rolled 10 using 1d20+9.  Diplomacy.
Very uninspired attempt at diplomacy.

Private to Felmin Pasdeloup:


Private to Garret:


Private to Ploplol:
This message was last edited by the GM at 11:49, Wed 25 Apr 2018.

If there continues to be no sign of Dibbly or Astryd for the Victor game, you would be down a wizard and a fighter. We can wait to see if they post, or you can see if any of the other players in the inn are playing that type of character and would want to join. If you don't think you need them, then we go on. If none here are playing that type of character, and you need both or either of that type, we can put a message in the General OOC and see if any of the 42 Applicants want to join.
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:37, Wed 25 Apr 2018.

My kingdom for a cleric. :p But yeah, with Garret I think we can get by without either of those types if it comes to that. You know me though, if anyone wants to join... the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned.

In reply to Victor (msg # 171):

I meant a wizard and a fighter. Dibbly is a fighter.

Also, I've extended invites to those who just finished solo games, and the new players too.
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:39, Wed 25 Apr 2018.

pm



OOC well Felmin could join (he had already met Victor and they talked about the wizard quest). He is a rogue/wizard (more wizard than rogue later on)  so maybe not the best suited to complete your team ?
This message was last edited by the player at 15:53, Wed 25 Apr 2018.

In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 173):

I wouldn't turn you down at all. :)

Hey all - too tired to reply last night. And I had to take some time to figure out what guild I am apprenticed to.
As a player I totally don’t mind being Shanghai’d Like this - I would have resentment overtime if this 1/10 portion turns out to be less than all other player characters but don’t imagine that to be the case. There are rules about the apprentice thing so I need to theoretically be available if my master calls and be accountable to my master and nobody would sign a contract with a clause that says they automatically submit to the capricious whims of another or with clauses written in an unknown language.

The little fellow pauses thinking and shakes free enough to read this contract. He speaks quietly Yeah, sure sure boss - I could use a job - but .... if you value loyalty you cannot cut me off from my master and guild completely ... let me look a moment beforehand so to speak He chuckles at his pun another world? By the gods! this was the road from Telflam!

He make a few minor adjustments looking up ad the sweet lady who provides soft intercession with a shy smile and signs it.

He passes the sheet back. Okay Lord Von Doom, what can I do for you?


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After his little excursion, not as rewarding as he had expected but a good training field - Felmin crossed the strange inn's door for the second time.

He had doubt he could so easily go back here. But, as it was often the case, he worried for nothing.

The first thing he noticed as he entered was the little gathering around one of the few people he knew, if only barely.

He was apparently very busy talking with a couple of, he suspected, would be adventurers.

Remembering the little exchange they had before he left, he wondered if those where people he had gathered for the wizard's mission which interested both of them.

He moved closer and, with some effort, climbed on the bar as to be noticed.

"Greetings Victor sir, do you remember me?"

Glad you aren't taking it personally - I ah... didn't mean for my last name to be revealed yet. :p I hope I changed it quickly enough to not be a spoiler... but definitely trying to play this in character. :p




Victor examined the document before nodding, dismissing the bouncer with a wave of his hand and a glance at the Keeper,  before turning his head to face the man who had addressed him. "Felmin Paselou'. Interested in an expedition to the Wizard Gerard's castle. My priorities since our last conversation have changed. I have acquired a competent enough instructor and tower... and it is that task I have gathered these others to speak on. You may remain." he says.

"Those remaining, you may be seated." he says with a gracious wave of his gauntleted hand to the chairs around his table.

"The terms are as I have laid them out to my new... quartermaster." he said, his tone clearly amused. "I have reserved a portion of all treasures to be retained for miscelanious expenses... and once this task is done I shall bonus those who have been the most useful and competent with whatever remains of that portion. The rewards for incompetence... I suggest you avoid discovering them. Now, I would assume that you may have some questions. You may proceed." he says, leaning back in his chair and having a server replace his glass of wine.

Lila's face shows a half smile. Crisis averted, it seems. For now.

With a polite nod, she takes a seat as the cloaked man gives his permission. Such mystery makes her intrigued, even though she should probably be scared, after such display.

"I would like to ask about a couple of matters, myself." The red haired woman mentions. Once she is given any signal that she is free to speak her mind, Lilabeth does so. "You mention incompetence. That makes me thing I should ask about what skills do you feel could prove helpful or even essential for this task. No point in taking a job we are not suited for. I am also curious to know, can I assume that the whereabouts of this artifact you seek are already known but in a place that makes it dangerous or hard to retrieve?" With a perpetual smile on her lips, the woman waits for the possible reply.

At Lila's question, the hooded, armored face elegantly gestures for her to continue, his brown eyes  intense and focused on hers as she speaks. When she is done speaking, he allows space for everyone to have processed her question, his tone cordial as he replies, "Indeed, your assumptions are correct Miss..." as he allows space for her to introduce herself by name. "We will certainly be facing foes along the way. So I expect everyone to be capable of seeing to their own self-defense... as well as to mine. We will be facing traps, locked and warded rooms, so there will need to be some who are able to engage stealthily. Such endeavors usually require medical attention, so those capable of attending to such wounds will prove useful. As well as those with a bent for the arcane, expertise in these areas is paramount."

With visible relief of his terror averted sweat finally appears on the gnome’s little brow. He drinks the wine and then blushes. I took the risk I should take the reward He mumbles but then quickly disappears before getting killed for insolence.

He practically runs to the bar and asks Please can I buy a bottle of wine with a few glasses for my boss? Offers 2gp

While waiting for the wine to take back he asks the bar person. <blue>Someone said this tavern is in a different world from Toril.  Is it possible to return to Telflamm from here?

John shakes his head. "I possess none of those skills. But I'm an effective warrior who works well with others. I've had some small training in the Sublime Way, and am a decent armorsmith."

In reply to Garret (msg # 180):

You are given the requested wine and glasses, but no answer comes from the lips of the being before you.

In reply to John D'oh (msg # 181):

"Physical barbarism, while regrettable, is inevitable. But whether you choose to expose yourself to the dangers or not... I will require armor to replace these archaic vestments. Should you be up to the challenge, it will be the finest armor you have ever created... with my aid of course." Victor replied in his grandeloquent manner.

"Lilabeth, but I prefer to be called Lila, if you wouldn't mind, such a mouthful of a name." Lila answers with a giggle, as the cue to revealing her name is given.

"I possess neither clerical nor roguish skills myself, but I can pull my weight in a fight, of course. As for the arcane arts, yes, I dabble, but I've still got a long path ahead of myself. Most of the magic I know it's little more than glorified tricks." Lila offers a quick wink of her right eye, making it hard to discern whether she's being serious.

"In all honesty though, my forte lies in other fields. I am pretty good at identifying the worth of objects. Monetary value, that is. I can also find meaning in pieces of text which are too archaic or incomplete for others to decipher. And making use of scrolls and other items imbued with magic comes pretty naturally to me. Not sure if you would find any of these skills useful for your purposes, but I have to confess I'm really interested in this expedition of yours."
This message was last edited by the player at 13:30, Thu 26 Apr 2018.

Thank you - just one more thing, if I am not being too rude. ... but if someone were found to be guilty of the crimes of well “finding things that others may have lost” or even picking up small coins or items - who is the law around here and what is the likely punishment? I want to be able to know this so I can be a good role model for others of course.

Garret is practically shaking from something he thought he heard and is ready to go back to the table but for some reason feels compelled to get the lay of the situation.

Victor waves an unconcerned hand, as if dismissing her concerns, saying, "Legerdemainery is sufficiently covered, so long as you are competent enough to guard me, I shall be able to make use of your skills. it is a shallow mind which cannot make use of even the most meager of skills. Now, you have the great pleasure of meeting Lord Victor [Language unknown: Ing Ome]. You have all been sufficiently introduced to Garrett, but have yet to provide your names." his last name is strange, almost inpronounceable it is so foreign, seemingly with no analogue in common.

In reply to Garret (msg # 185):

PM

Pale and shakey Garret makes his way back to Victor and his discussion.

He stealthily places the fresh bottle of wine and glasses within easy reach and he blends himself into the background unobtrusive as a stain on the wall.

"I have learned a few things in the arcane arts too" answered Falmin after Victor's explanations.
"I would gladly learn more along the way."

The poor Garret was one of the first gnome, other than himself, Felmin had seen here.
So he moved a bit to get closer when he came back, hoping he would have more succession interacting with him than the few attempts in his previous task.

"You look shaken, lad." he began.
"Got yourself involved in something unexpected, eh?"

When Garret returns with his wine and steps back, Victor nods his head approvingly at him before saying, "Then welcome, Felmin. Welcome to the service of [Language unknown: Ncliol An]." the voice, muffled by his mask replies simply. He draws out other contracts, identical to Garret's save for their titles.



"It seems we have no medical specialist, but no matter. I will leave word with the Keeper and a spare contract, along with directions to the Tower.  Should one arrive in time for our departure, that will be welcome... but not necessary. Perhaps the lack of emergency care will focus your collective senses on the task at hand. Are there other questions before we proceed?"

The warrior speaks up. "As far as I know, my name is John D'oh. As for crafting an armor better than what you wear currently, it's beyond what I've managed this far. Perhaps with practice, and the right materials, will I be able to improve on it. I take it you have an actual design plan in mind for this armor?"

Garret looks up with a faint smile:

In reply to John D'oh (msg # 191):

Victor kept his attention on those whom asked questions, fixing John with the same intense gaze he had turned on Lilabeth."I will have to redraw the plans, adapt them to what passes for technology in this corner of the Multiverse, but yes. You will have the honor to have my brilliance guide your efforts... provided your skills are up to the task." he says, managing to take a sip of his wine through the mask... evidently a skill aquired from much practice.

"The materials in particular will be quite rare, lightweight and resistant to the resonance of Arcane energies that... well there will be time enough to go into those details." he says, cutting himself off abruptly.

Garret has trouble making eye contact and is very still when not shifting. He almost blends in to the background.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:39, Sat 28 Apr 2018.

Felmin tilted is head as he heard the exchange about armor and arcane magic.

"I would be interested too, when you have some results" he said, before returning to his conversation with Garret.

John inclines his head to their employer. He says "You carry yourself like a noble. Is there a term of Nobility we should address you as, or do you prefer 'Victor'"

In reply to John D'oh (msg # 196):

Victor silently looks at John for a moment that extends just long enough to trespass on uncomfortable before saying I'm his urbane tone, "Victor will suffice. Titles such as Master, King, and God are intended to symbolize power and leadership, but the truly powerful do not waste their attention on mere appearances. True leaders are humble servants of the people, and as a result will be referrered to by these designations when the people they serve feel they have earned them. I have had the honor of enduring all of those titles and more- and all of them are beneath me, but should you be moved to use such, I will find no cause for offense."

Lilabeth looks through the contract's text and seemingly in agreement with the terms, she signs it with a flourish, and writes her full name below the signature, in beautiful calligraphy.

"Chief of Security, huh? I don't know if I will live up to the expectations, but I certainly like how it sounds, it has a nice ring." She murmurs.

Felmin took the paper and read it a bit before taking something to write.

He scratched a word 'serve' to put 'work with, following his leadership,' instead.

"Serve is a word I really don't like, you see...

Assistant arcanist... Well I'm feel I'm a bit under-qualified in that field at the moment, but I will obviously get better with some training. Let us not forget I could also assist regarding stealth operations."

That being said, he signed.

In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 195):

[Language unknown: Ie Ntouin Eenle? Estwi th m re n ut wermenstr mias ckhewi lo hiri menruthisout? Pa een me ac ce ecthiscon ho li mi sinong isssiv ill has siall utcehe onpeil. A stno iv sonfi ichencted. Se Pecand, Sanof Cewaie Ure n il pracwh ingmaname ne trpo t thionsant ica wiplpe hialitpa ntchwa, ndeantameone a ess Ith, Ivta Satin la ioiv ati memesa, urena ecet aina ersatihis meheelaret o Ivpaac lahata P fo en cellmo teon t erivno...Te houne na eenomewhe, al?]

In reply to Garret (msg # 194):

PM

John signs his contract, hoping he will not disappoint his new employer. His skillset was unique, but he hoped he could find an instructor in the Sublime Way here at the Inn.

Well, it looks like we only have

Felmin - Rogue/Wizard
Garret - Rogue
John D'oh - Fighter
Lilabeth - Bard

and Victor.

The other two have been given adequate time to post or reply to my PM's, but did not.

Is there anyone else in the inn wanting to join this party?

If not, Victor, do you want to try and see if any Applicants want to join as one of the classes you might need?

Yeah, I'm fine with leaving it open, or possibly you NPC'ing a party band-aid cleric? I don't want it to hold up us playing too much longer though... I'm super dee duper eager to get rolling.


I'm torn between us needing a cleric and wanting to hit the ground running (love all the RPing that's been happening so far.

Felmin observed Victor as he got all the papers.
Gathering the information, he came to the obvious conclusion.
"If an escort is needed, I suppose we better find someone with some skill at healing, don't you think?"

[Language unknown:
"Redlinica?  Us urthas liven ter ioion oulntedin.  Our were omch ckwape pre, notndeine."
]

Taking a blank contract and having a server pass it to the keeper, along with a note he wrote in that same, careful hand he replied, "I consider repetition a waste of time Mr. Paseldou', but perhaps the fault is mine in overestimating the faculties of those present... cooperation is relatively new to me, and an inattention at the best of times is an undesirable habit for those in my employ. It will take some time to reach the Tower, and I have made arrangements here with the Keeper to ensure that should a healer present themselves before we leave, that we will not be deprived of their services." he says all this without lifting is gaze from what he writes,  but having no difficulty in replying.

He continues in the same cultured, if slightly impatient tone,"You will undoubtedly need to make preparations for our journey, instructions for next of kin and the like. These arrangements I have made afford you that time, as it is likely that those who prove inattentive will certainly find themselves in need of a healer... or a priest.  One that we may or may not acquire by the time we depart. I trust you will use that time wisely, other than for canoodling with those whom you happily and quite accidentally share a common language." he says, raising his gaze to lock eyes with Felmin.

"But my vast and supreme will shall be done, and with or without a healer, I shall retrieve the artifact I seek. So long as you do not fail in your duties, there will be no need for the services of a healer. That is your job, simply put, to make the services of a healer unnecessary. [Language unknown: Ie] does not fail... and he does not forget." he says quietly, his eyes glancing at Garret as he sips his wine.

"You have two days before we leave for the tower. When you are prepared, you will find me here." he says, his tone a clear dismissal as he takes out a book and begins to open it.

Did my faux pas from earlier give away by background? Also, OOC: I TOTALLY agree we likely need a healer, and preferably a cleric honestly. I just have a feeling that some divine magic is going to be very important. For... reasons. I hope my RP isn't rubbing anyone the wrong way, and if you figure out my backstory... just PM me please. :) Once everyone is in on it, I can stop the Unknown language thing. :p

We'll give this one more day in RL to find the cleric, if no takers, I'll put together a character, and play it. I hate running generic NPC's, and have no problem playing a character. So, those who need to get last minute stuff can do so because by tomorrow morning (5/2/2018), you'll be starting this adventure.

PM

John picks up some bowyer/fletching tools in anticipation of a long assignment, and is ready to travel.

Felmin will buy things too

spellbook, spell compenent pouch, tools to make traps, silk rope (will need someone to carry it^^)

Garret shudders and seems to shrink when looked at by the boss.

It’s easier to respond to Felmin. [Language unknown: Prodinyin, ine la ove ho aistha? ONE: o El ine u in onsvensomtio ivnoou i Ne’n moun ent o manonsear olven ncro? Di’en o niomro latnottho i st’u naart O almo resithention notconcon itenck hisrutnce.ll ]

When dismissed Garet walks alone.  He remains is at a loss, two days is a long time and not enough. He approaches the staff asking for advice. Er hello - I can’t afford a room and need to be here in two days, I can work a little, I’m able to do basic retail, or if there is a marketplase uh outside this plain I could go there and live a couple days and come back?
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Given that two days are to pass before leaving, John checks to see if he can hire on to the local armorsmiths to labor for meals and such while he's not adventuring.

Felmin also get some information on prices for the short stay.

[Language unknown: "I er kor Earoveiou"
]

Lila doesn't feel the need to buy any extra supplies for the coming task, she is already encumbered enough as it is, and she isn't even sure what else she might need, but she can't stand to be idling for two days. She is itching to tell some stories, to pass the time by doing one of the things she does best, so she will approach the assistant innkeeper, or perhaps his wife, to try and obtain permission to entertain the patrons with a tale or two. If she is good to go, she waits for them to indicate when they feel it's appropriate for her to start, and then Lilabeth starts to spin a tale about how life is the most precious treasure.

"Boys and men, girls and women, young and old! Come here to hear a story that has been told many times before, but that some of you might not have heard yet!", Lila exclaimed, thus beckoning all to listen to her tale.

"Once upon a time, there was a famous pirate, or rather infamous, who had long retired of the active seafaring life, but while his thirst for adventure had subsided a little, his greed was intact. He had been known for his cruelty and for not ever showing mercy to his victims, yet he took pride in spending time at taverns telling all of his misdeeds.
One certain day, this pirate, who was known throughout the lands as 'Devil's Grin', was telling his tales as of usual, in front of a varied crowd that happened to be that evening at the tavern of his choosing. He had been drinking plenty and his eyes were blood red as he was speaking of attacks to merchant ships where no witnesses were left alive, true massacres he had somehow managed to get away with, one time and another. Partly because of his many friends in many places, partly because of fearing retaliation. All present were listening to the veteran pirate, some in awe, others scared to the bone."

The young woman continues weaving the tale, slowly telling of how events unfold, every so often mixing in sung sections, though most of the story is just spoken in her harmonious tone. Finally, she gets close to the ending, her eyes and expression saying as much as her words.

"You already have the most precious treasure, seeker. Never forget this." And those were the last words of the statue, before becoming silent once again."

Lila gracefully curtseys, and content and hoping her performance was enjoyed by all, her eyes briefly pass from one set of patrons to another, a big smile forming dimples on her cheeks.
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In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 210):

Make sure they are on your character sheet.

In reply to Applicant 28 (msg # 208):

I'll now put the game on hold again past the date I mentioned until Victor answers.

In reply to Garret (msg # 211):

PM

In reply to John D'oh (msg # 212):

PM

In reply to Lilabeth (msg # 214):

PM

I had already given an enthusiastic Hizzle Yizzle via PM. :)

(OOC: Uh, howdy. One of the newer additions here. Although not a cleric, I would like to join, unless I'm too late.)

In reply to Victor (msg # 220):

Ok. I believe that character is ready to go except for a couple of minor problems. The name is Arbella Elann. I quickly looked it over this morning, and as I always say, if I miss something or something comes to light in the game that is wrong with a players sheet, we'll fix it on the fly.
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In reply to Braal (msg # 221):

Braal, Victor is accepting all players, so make a post to introduce yourself in the inn, and ask in character to join.

John shows up as requested. His armor is buffed, and his blades honed by his whetstone.

(OOC: Gotcha.)
The door to the inn opens with a bang. In stumbles a  tall grey orc with a greataxe in his hands. He looks around with red eyes, showing little if any sign of intelligence. When he can't find whatever he was looking for, he simply settling for addressing the entire inn at once. "Braal here! Braal look for big power! Can smash-smash. Any tinyman want smash-smash?" he not so much asks as roars in a deep, almost guttural voice.
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Those in Victor's game thread please finish any RP here in the inn because as soon as Victor states he's leaving, I'll be removing you from this thread and starting your adventure.
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In reply to Braal (msg # 225):

John calls out "I think you can find plenty of sparring partners. If you're looking to be hired, check the jobs board over there" John points.

Victor quietly approaches Braal and John saying, "An armorer should know the value of a blunt instrument. Such crude tools in skilled hands can be used toncraft master pieces." he says as he moves past the man to stand before the massive orc. "Yes Braal. You remind me of someone I once knew... I am Victor, and I will be your friend. I have many enemies for you to... smash. You keep me safe... Yes?" he says slowly, in a far kinder tone.

Braal looks at John and snorts, seemingly taking offense to the very idea of reading. "Braal no readcan. Reading for no warrior." He then turns to Victor, a horrid grin on his face when he hears the word "smash". He goes silent for a few seconds, visibly deep (for him) in thought, then nods. "Yes! Braal keep Victor friendman safe! Braal can smash enemy! Braal strong... but Braal want more strong! Braal get more strong?"

Victor stared quietly at Braal for a moment before saying slowly. "Perhaps ONLY with my help can Braal become the STRONGEST... but Braal must be able to wait while others talk and read. If Braal can wait for Victor's command, and keep Victor safe, then to paraphrase an acquaintance.... it will be... 'clobbering' time, and Braal will be so strong that all shall be smashed. Braal can wait and listen to me, Victor, to become the strongest, yes?" the armored man finishes, staring at the tall orc expectantly.

Garret works at the shop and does his best answering questions and ringing up sales for two days along with his awkward speech.  When the time to meet back with Viktor comes Garret is there, quiet and unassuming.

Braal furrows his brow as he listens intently to Victor, though it is not clear whether he understood all that was said. "Yes! Braal follow friendman Victor and Braal become strongest! Braal want to follow Victor!" Braal raises his voice at the last sentence, as if to convince Victor to let him come with. "Braal smash-" He makes a motion with his axe one could only describe as smashing. "-when Victor friendman point. Yes?"

Victor nodded in approval, replying, "Yes Braal, very good. When I point, you smash. For now, we prepare for a journey. Make sure you have what you need to travel far away, to a place that may have enemies to smash. We leave soon, so hurry back." he says, sounding quite pleased as he turns to go back to his corner table.

Braal grins and nods, and lumbers off to the Wayfarer's Inn Stable, axe steadily in his hand. If one were to listen to him, they would her him mumbling something along the lines of: "Smash, smash, smash. Sometime slash. Weak tinyman go down in a- uh..." and lose track of what he was saying, starting over again and again.

John crosses to Victor's table, and indicates the half-orc. "Are you sure you can control that hulking brute? I mean, sure, he'd be useful in a fight. But damned little else."

A beautiful, short, slim lass enters the inn—a servant of Pelor by her green and yellow garb and the holy symbol she bears...and healer by her compassionate eyes and the the carving on her staff—which resembles a snake ascending a branch. The assistant innkeeper's eyes light up when he sees her. Miss Arbella! You're a welcome sight! This tooth here...it's bothering me. Could you....

The priestess, with her laden backpack, walks over. Let's have a look. ... Hmm ... Yes, I see. Been cracking nuts with your teeth, have you? You're lucky to have cracked just one tooth. She rests a finger on the suffering premolar. She chants

My Lord Pelor, please observe this tooth.
It's broken and invaded forsooth.
Please disinfect for the tooth's weal;
Then give Thy grace so it will heal.

The priestess withdraws her finger saying My thanks, Dear Master.

The assistant innkeeper sighs That's a relief. Thank you Miss Arbella. If you want to eat and drink, be our guest...a room too. Arbella looks at him. Oh, and thanks be to Pelor, in His compassion, for helping me!

Arbella nods and smiles. Thank you. I'll have a bite and some herbal tea. I leave the choices to you. As for the room, we shall see.

As Victir takes his seat, he seems almost to ignore John's question. For a long moment the silence seems his only reply before the urbane voice responds, "There are only two constants in all of creation, Mr. D'oh. Change, and the supremacy of my will and intellect against all who are foolish enough to consider themselves my equal. Victory is my destiny, and my burden. Were I some common mortal, you would be correct in assuming that I speak with exaggerated arrogance. But as ever, [Language unknown: Ati] is the exception to the rule."

As he finishes speaking, as if to punctuate his point, the cleric enters. Victor watches her, his fingers pressed together in silent contemplation as she heals the man. "And so you see, once again Fate conspires with my destiny to propel me towards the greatness that is my birthright. Fetch her for me. I will have need of her abilities in the days to come." he says, issuing the command casually.

Garret listens quietly- wondering what he got himself into.

Lila's gaze wanders towards the little fellow called Garret, who seems a little bit uneasy, perhaps? She slowly closes the distance between them, and softly whispers into his ear.
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John approaches the cleric. He says "pardon me. Miss Arbella, is it? My employer would speak with you if you are willing. This way, if you please." John leads her to Victor and stands aside.

Felmin was getting curious about the apparently famous Dale area Garett mentionned.
And a bit surprised to find such similarities between worlds.

He expected some nice discussion with the fellow gnome along the way.

As for the rest of the team...

Victor was... strange.  But if he was half as good as he implied, then he doubted his leadership would send them to their doom.

He had learned very little about John, but there would be time to gather intel.

Lilabeth proved to be as charming as could be, in both senses.

And, apparently, there were two new additions.
One was, indeed, much needed.

He was less enthusiastic about the second one.
Mindless brute only brought bad memories.

Braal returns and stands beside Victor's table, hunching his back a bit and generally looking a little disappointed. "Braal readygo now. Braal can go stable after being strongest."

"Miss Arbella" eyes the 'Victor table' dispassionately. She turns her gaze back to the armor-clad youth. First, your name? ...

She approaches. Good evening. Why do you wish to speak to a Servant of Pelor?

Garret seems to shrink without moving as if he walked away in another dimension but only for a
moment.

Victor does not stir, his gauntleted hands remaining steepled in front of his steel covered visage, his green hood framing the skeletal mask. His tone was pleasant...and certain. "Good evening Priestess. I am Victor [Language unknown: Norom Il]. Though I have traveled more of the multiverse than most could comprehend, I know nothing of your god, I must confess. I simply have need of your... talents. By your title and manner, you have devoted your life to serving this deity of yours, and so it shall be your great honor, by extension to serve me. I imagine this comes as a surprise to you, so you may ask your questions, unless as a matter of... Faith... You are prepared to begin your service immediately." It is clear by his tone that he thinks the latter prospect unlikely.

The priestess regards this Victor steadily. Do you not know that none can serve two masters? I'm Arbella Elann, Servant of Pelor; I cleave to Him. If I'm to associate with you for a time, it is to further the Good, serving Pelor, whose image is the beneficent sun. If you also seek to further the Good rather than only yourself, our interests may align. It's fair that I have a bent toward healing...doubtless of some use to those who here associate themselves with you...and in opposition to undead. I've negligible skill in combat. So...what are your plans and goals?

Do I have this list correct as to who's potentially going with Victor?

Arbella Elann       F / Human               Cleric

Braal                M / Half-Orc            Barbarian

Felmin Pasdeloup     M / Gnome               Rogue / Wizard

Garret               M / Whisper Gnome       Rogue

John D'Oh            M / Human               Fighter

Lilabeth             F / Human               Bard

Victor Von Doom      Unknown                 Unknown

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In reply to Felmin Pasdeloup (msg # 241):

PM

In reply to Arbella Elann (msg # 246):

Victor chuckled at Arbella's response."You will come to learn that there is no greater good than serving the will of [Language unknown: Day]. As for my plans... I seek to restore that which was stolen from me by a being of the abyss, in order to ensure the safety of a child with more power than most gods, an innocent child capable of unmaking all of reality with but a thought. The methods I will employ in this endeavor are no different than pruning weeds in a garden, so that Orchids may flourish. Your role in my plans is simple... you shall ensure that I do not fail, and that those necessary sacrifices are kept to a minimum." he says, gesturing to John, Lila, Felmin, Braal, and even Garrett... for it seemed that though the gnome was keeping to himself... he was not forgotten.

"You will be compensated adequately, of course, and I suspect the wealth alone will please your god. Religious institutions everywhere rely on funds to promote their... good works." he adds dryly, as if he finds the concept ironic, while sliding a contract over to her that was brought over by one of the wait staff, along with a note, which he crumbled.

The contract is identical to the others, save that the title is "Field Medica" and includes wards and protections against extra planar interference, protections against the undead as required by Victor, and a provision that states no actions shall be taken before consulting with [Language unknown: Istr] himself. Moreso than the others he seemed concerned that whomever might sign this contract might actually outside of his wishes.

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 247):

And you even alphabetized it
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OOC: Speaking for Alton and myself we were interested in joining Vic's venture. If you are full up, we need help clearing out some water-thieving humanoids threatening the livelihood of Wortten's Grove.

Flyd comes stomping into the crossroads inn, knocking the dust and sand from his boots, "Ye gawds, something cold and wet iffen you please.  Preferably alcoholic.  One for each of us."

The roadworn dwarf plunks his heavy ax against a chair and plops down heavily.
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OOC: Felmin is also a whisper gnome

The notice should still be up on the board, so as long as The Chronicler has no objections, I say the more the merrier. He basically put up a "last call" post though, so we can get this bad boy moving forward, so put in a request with Vic (who you'll see in the inn talking to the cleric in the corner flanked by 2 gnomes, an orc, and a human in armor, with a bard singing nearby. He'll be a bit of an arrogant ass about things and so if the DM says no, it will be just another fun interaction.

Yeah a drow and dwarf step into a bar....

“Better make it two more for the dwarf and I.”
Alton still shows some bruising from the encounter with the ogre

Arbella looks the contract form over. Whoever or whatever this Te is, I serve within the grace of Pelor...may you come to know and respect Him. Your plans seem honorable and, indeed, vital. To achieve them, It would be best if a high cleric were involved, not a neophyte such as I...I currently could offer no protection against extraplaner interference. Nor can I guarantee that your plans succeed. However, I expect you plan to take small steps, and I can..I would hope...aid during each step. By the way, I prefer berries and vegetables to orchids.

She looks at those by Victor and gestures. They will be in danger and are apt to need the services of a healer, and I see none here but me. As between us, I acknowledge that you would be leader; as such, you should receive best advice and efforts. You acknowledge that I serve while with you as my service to Pelor...and out of may good will. Further, we agree that trust, honesty, and fidelity are the bases of our conduct toward each other—even though your abilities now greatly exceed mine. Finally, you agree that the welfare of the party is of equal importance to your great quest.

Thank you for offering material compensation. Such things are good if used for good, and if one remembers that health, warmth, a full stomach, and a good night's sleep are better. The Church of Pelor employs wealth, not hoards it.

Is all this agreeable and sufficient? Do you still think a written contract necessary?

[Wikipedia: Pelor's clergy heal the sick, bless crops, help the needy, and destroy evil and the undead. They are caring and nurturing, with backbones of steel.
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"With or without you, my success is guaranteed." Victor replies, before adding in dismissive agreement, "But yes, I have no interest in the semantics governing your duties or why you choose to serve, so long as you do so competently. While ensuring the welfare of others is still... relatively new to me... I will not require any to make sacrifices they do not choose. Those days are long behind me." he states placing a gauntleted hand on the table as he brings the other to his chin in a thoughtful pose.

"But know this... I am a man of my word, Arbella Elann. Aid me and from what little I know of your god, he shall be pleased with you. Become an obstacle to my goals, and not even he will be able to save you."

Thank you. If your plans are evil, I shall oppose them. Though my body will die sooner or later, I've faith Pelor will embrace my soul and lead it to His realm in Elysium...though this is not why I serve Him. Do we have the agreement I stated?

Seeing as the preparations might take a little bit longer, Lila has started to entertain the inn's patrons once again, this time with a short song about a lonely rose in an old battlefield.

"Beautiful rose of the Battle of Bones,
your delicious perfume is dangerous,
for your beauty hides bad seed sown.
As much as the old battlefield,
your velvety petals hide death,
this secret of your sunset revealed.
Beware of its yellow, orange and red,
since all of this warmth is poisonous
and it will draw your last breath."

While she sings her musical piece, the bard acknowledges the new arrivals with an almost imperceptible nod of her head.


OOC: As for the roll call, Lila is ready and eager to start as soon as everything is prepared.
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In a somewhat weary tone he replies, "Indeed Priestess, I shall honor the spirit of that agreement, though the fact remains none of you in actuality are more important than my goals, as you most of all should well know. But if your concern should be that I do not trade your lives or souls in what would amount to a [Language unknown: Eiiewawe] bargain... you have my assurance that such vanglorious intrigues are behind me. I have exhausted the pursuit of power without purpose to its inevitable conclusion, and I found it... beneath me. That is, in fact, why we find ourselves here today. So prepare yourself... we shall leave soon."

Looking to Lila he adds, likely to himself, "At least the entertainment in this demense is not without it's appeal."

The goals you stated, anyway. Arbella smiles. I appreciate the extent to which you've accommodated me. She hands back the contract form.

She turns to the others. Greetings, comrades. When it's convenient, I'd like to chat with each of you. I think you have a good idea of what to expect of me. I wish to find out some things about each of you to make possible healing work go better. I'll be at that table with my meal.

Master Victor, I'll ask later to talk with you, healer to patient.

Garret silently appears at Arbella’s table about as soon as she sits down, He doesn’t say anything but waits patiently for her to take notice.

The priestess looks her "guest" over. Have you eaten recently? If not, you order and I'll pay...but not for spirits. ... Please hold out your left hand, wrist where I can reach it. Arbella gently settles two fingertips on Garret's wrist below his thumb. Her eyes close; her lips move. In a short while, she explains Taking your pulse and feeling your warmth give me information of your he4alth when all is normal. Your hands, are they steady and deft?

Yes, ma’am.
Garret says, is it for the offer of food or to affirmation that his hands are ... deft? He has more to say but doesn’t wish to interrupt.
I’m healthy and all - don’t need for anything it’s just that you wanted to meet an I thought it would be right now  and by that I don’t mean right now as in an imperitive for urgency and immediacy - I mean it would be right as in adequate or correct or appropriate to meet now if you wish and we can get it over with.

You do seem in good health; your pulse is a litte rapid and strong, which may indicate tension. It's nice to be ma'amed; Arbella will do, or just 'bella. You
gave one "Yes" to two questions. Does that mean you've eaten and that your hands are deft. If the latter, will you consider being my assistant. Sometimes four hands are superior to two.

And...do you have any questions for me?

As Lilabeth finishes her song, she walks back to the table where Victor has been sitting. Hearing that the cleric wishes to have a little conversation with all of them, she sits down, asking to borrow a chair from a nearby table if there aren't enough empty seats. She places the chair close enough that they notice her arrival, but not so much as to invade the personal space or privacy of any other individual, since she doesn't wish to interrupt the talk between Garret and the healer, or any other exchanges taking place.

John muses aloud "Bella means 'pretty' in the goblin language. You asked my name earlier. It's John."

Apparently, there was a second 'charming' lady in the party.
Felmin watched the exchange with a grin, especially the 'pulse a little rapid' part as he wondered if it was because the lad was still worried about Victor or because of Bella.

"I am Felmin Pasdeloup" he introduced himself as the other started doing so.

He also wondered why only the gnomes got the 'assistant' title but decided it was just a way to spot their skills.

Interesting, John? Should we encounter any goblin women of babies, we can see how I measure up. After meeting Victor, I think what you said to me was somewhat different from his words—a good thing too.

As she did with Garret, Arbella asks to take the pulse of each new arrival.

[I took the liberty of stating Garret's results. Will you please give me your results (rate, strength) and you body temperature compared to normal?]

I heard your sweetly sung ominous song. Does it refer to an actual thing or event? It seems to describe a perversion of Pelor.

Greetings, Felmin. Have you ever extracted an arrow or bolt from like flesh?

Master Victor apparently is accumulating several folks. Organizing us too. He'd make a good general in at least that respect.

Braal is still standing by Victor, seemingly taking the "Follow me and become strong" part a bit too literally. However, he doesn't seem concerned by the rest of the party gathering around a single person, as he is convinced he's doing the right thing.

"My name is Lilabeth, though I prefer to be known simply as Lila." The red haired bard introduces herself with a warm smile. "It's a true honour to make your acquaintance." Lila offers a subtle tilt of her head in deference.

"As for my bittersweet song, it's greatly inspired by a legend I once read about. So as with all legends, I'd expect a bit portion of it to be pure fiction. But every legend almost always contains at least a grain of truth, and, to be honest, if I ever find myself near a rose of such colour, I'll make sure to keep my distance, just in case." Lilabeth gives a soft chuckle at her own statement.

In reply to Arbella Elann (msg # 255):

Corrected :)

In reply to Lilabeth (msg # 258):

As I told you in a PM, I also feel the need to encourage you and others in public as well. I truly enjoy a player who plays their class to the fullest. Keep up the good roleplay bard, as I'm partial to this class, and always enjoy the oratory and reciting which is the tradition of this class.

Flyd, and Alton. Will you be joining the Victor army?

In reply to Arbella Elann (msg # 264):

Of course, if you like - I generally follow Baravar Cloakshadow and Baervan Wildwanderer, I know of the Sun God but we call him Lathander. There was an older human name but I don't know it.

As the others approach Garret nods and moves away getting more space.

In reply to The Chronicler (msg # 272):

Many thanks for the words of encouragement :), I will certainly keep trying with more or less success, I also feel adding a bit more than just a couple of words about what one is doing gives a different feel, a better one. So yes, don't feel afraid to try and get into the shoes of your character no matter how far it takes you, I'm sure it will be worth it ;)

I was reminded I didn't give out my monthly overall XP to players who have been with me the whole month. I will PM your new XP to you separately.

PM

With a wave of his gauntleted hand, Victor granted the physician leave to attend to her duties as she saw fit, quickly returning to a parchment that he had been writing on in between reading the book he kept pocketing.


He did pause twice in his writing. Once to say to Braal,"The Cleric is a healer. She will check you, to help make you strong. Go to her, wait your turn, and do as she asks. When she is done with you, return to me. You will find me in the Smithy."

The second break in his writing came shortly after, when Lila had finished her performance. "It seems I assigned the role of spymaster prematurely, Miss Lila. I suspect there are few immune to your considerable charms."

It was literally the nicest thing that he had said about anyone that could be recalled.

He disdained to offer any replies beyond that, finishing his writing in the next few minutes and rolling up the parchment as he stood from his table. Turning to Felmin he said, "I have business to attend to, so I leave you in command. As my assistant, I expect you to learn to anticipate my needs, and speak appropriately on my behalf. Abuse this privilege at your peril. Should any others express interest in this current task, assess their usefulness. Those with some skill in combat, unafraid of danger, are most welcome. They will either prove their worth, or provide our healer with an opportunity to enhance their skills. After you have been assessed by the good [Language unknown: Arehatvir], you may come to John and I in the Smithy, to observe some enhancements being made, if that is your wish. Simply assign adding new members to our ranks to one of the others."

With that stated, heedless of any interruption it might cause, he approaches John and says, "Here is your first assignment, which I will be starting on this myself, at the smithy, until you are finished here. This will be the first test of your skills." With that he will hand John the rolled up parchment and leave the inn.
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As he presented his hand (steady beat, no increase in heat or rate) a diminutive black thing, previously hidden Felmin long hair made itself known with a few moves and chirping.
"And this is Shady, a recent companion."
OCC it's a diminutive bat. It might take some by surprise^^

As Victor gave his directives, he got more details on the 'assistant' part that he wished.  While it was true assessing situations and people was something he had to be good at in his field of work, this was going to be troublesome.

"You are expecting more people for this mission? It's starting to look more like a small army than an escort." he said, not really waiting for an answer.
"I will do my best to fill any possible gap the skills already gathered, alright."

Braal, like the others, walks over to Arbella. "I Braal. Victor say you help me be strong." He holds out his hand in the same way as Garret had, with an oblivious disregard for the others. "Braal strong already, but want strongest. Can help Braal strong get?"

Arbella inclines her head. And I yours, Lila. I deal with the health of body and soul. You deal with the the spirit of body and soul. We will have discussions as you are willing, so we blend well. By the way, I too can sing, though far from matching your talent.

[I'm inventing some theology to accommodate the game flow.]

"The name is Amaunator. The various deities, while discrete entities like ourselves, are embodiments of the aspects or urges of life and of the universe. Some deity like beings have poser in and of themselves. Others, like Pelor, are only able to give weal or woe to us in proportion as we give them our worship or at least respect. That's why, when Pelor's healing grace or other weal flows through me into a person, that person should give thanks to Pelor. Should occasion arise, I hope each of you will do so.

"Now, Pelor is the deity, but He is not, just as you are not, just one personality. Some of Pelor's servants and worshipers find those aspects called Amaunator appealing: Fair but harsh lawfulness. Pelor at times has to remind such folks that mercy is warranted or even given as a gift, and that the law cannot cover all eventualities. Others, especially the young, favor those aspects called Lathander, the optimism and new beginnings and ideas of a dawning day.

"So, Garret, you can—and please do—extend the circle of your veneration to Pelor. And thanks for your willingness to help when healing is called for."

{Draft about Shady; will delete or change if not ok.]
Most satisfactory, Felmin. ... Oh, how cute! If I may.... The priestess reaches out a forefinger toward the bat. Hello, Shady. She holds the tip of her finger so Shady can smell it. If Shady seems amenable, she'll stroke Shady's back three times. You and your protector Felmin will help give us warning, a heartening fact.

The priestess rises. I see you, good you. I Arbella Elann. Call me 'Bella. I not strong like you. Am strong other ways. I no make you more strong. You do taht self. But I help keep you strong. If you hurt, I help. If you want talk, I listen. Hold out left hand, please. [Pulse and heat} Arbella touches her backpack To me, this heavy. To you light. Will you carry if I ask?

Braal grins at Arbella when he hears her speak like him, and nods vigorously. "Braal strong and Bella not strong, but Braal like Bella. Braal carry bag for Bella. Bella must become strong like Braal so Bella fightcan good!" He looks over to where Victor left the inn. "Mustgo now. Braal follow Victor and Victor friendman help Braal become strongest."

With those closing words, Braal leaves the inn and makes his way to the Smithy.

Arbella grins. Good you like me. Good I like you. Thank you, Strong Braal.

After Braal leaves, she says I bode there will be times we will owe our lives to him. He has stated his goal and values friendship. I ask you give your honest friendship...and your respect for him and his goal.
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John leaves immediately for the smithy. He is far more fascinated by Victor's designs and understanding of mechanics than he is in the natterings of the priestess. He had no need of her strange ways save for when he was injured. Stout ale and good armor protected him when he was hale. These 'readings' of when the blood flows through the arm seemed some radical idea, having nothing to do with actual medicine...

Doom nods approvingly at John's arrival, barely having time to rearrange the Smith's workshop to his liking before John's arrival. Evidently the armouree was not the only one fascinated by the designs, as that seemed to be the main reason he was given access to his tools and workshop.

For his part, as they worked, Victor seemed immensely irritated, at one point early on exclaiming, "Blast these accursed hands!" While he seemed moderately skilled, he seemed... unpracticed... though that was not quite right either. Truly there was something off, because while he seemed to possess a Master's insights at times, he would also make beginner's mistakes, mistakes that should be impossible for someone that could design an augmentation such as they were working on.

They began with taking his measurements, as well as hanging weighted strings from the various points of his armor. That done, having setup a target some 30 feet away, and then would proceed to take measurements of the angles that the strings hung as he made various gestures, before unleashing a beam of energy from his fingertip.

And then they would do it again. And again. And again.

They could have spent hours or days, but it seemed like no time at all had passed.

John suggests "when you have the funds, might I suggest Mithril to replace those strings? It is lightweight and has properties conducive to enchantments."

"Mithral?" Victor asks, "Is that similar to Titanium or [Language unknown: Weroveesssta]?" Seemingly unfamiliar with the metal.

In reply to Victor (msg # 286):

John scratches his head and replies"I've heard of titanium alloys. The other term you used is unknown to me. From my limited understanding, I'd say that Mithril is less common, thus much more expensive, than titanium or an alloy of titanium. Adamantine or Star metal, even moreso. Master craftsmen of the realms could show you examples of craftsmanship where the materials have properties that make magical enchantments superfluous.  Mithril for example is stronger than steel - alloys but perhaps half the weight."

As Alton sits down and enjoys his drink with Flyd he considers the options...
@Flyd
“So recruit some help and head back to handle the drought or check for opportunities that better fit our skills?  I thought you might have seen some dwarven stonework that had gotten your interest up....”
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In reply to John D'oh (msg # 287):

Victor nods thoughtfully, "Stronger and half the weight? A marked improvement from Titanium then, and an excellent option for the armor I must craft. While the mechanism we are building here would certainly be impoved by its use... a feeble contraption like this is a stop-gap, not a solution. This Mithril seems... adequate... though my calculations tell me that I must rely on enchantments more heavily for my design, as [Language unknown: Ughwitichnde] is no longer a viable power source."

As they continued to work, many of the components that were put into the Gauntlet required small gears, of precise measurements, that corresponded to the angles of the various measurements they took.

John watches, fascinated. He tries to learn by observation, attempting to keep questions to a minimum. He senses that Victor's good mood might become irritable should he be forced into more 'teacher' than builder.

Ok folks. We are still trying to get Victor's game moving along. Is there anyone else wanting to join this? If so, approach Victor in rp and get invited to join. I'll give this one more day for all rp to be accomplished, then we proceed if it's possible and nothing else delays us. The rp has certainly been good here in the inn, and I don't want anyone to feel rushed, but it's time we move this along. Thanks!

In reply to Alton Chasmyr (msg # 288):

"We alerted the authorities, and those folk look like they are gearing up for a real tour. Lets see if their announcement is still open,"

Flyd picks up his half finished drink and quickly checks the board, notes the group, "Hey folk, me and Alton are looking for work."

FLyd points with his beer, "That's Alton.  He's a good hand.  Me...I got me ax...everyone needs and extra ax." OOC: jumping in.  Lets join up with Victor and see what we can do.  :) 
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'Here we go...'

"I will need  a bit more information if you are to join our not so little group"
said Felmin.
"We could use some sets of skills, but 'a good hand' could mean a lot of things. And anyone could wield an axe. So, what would make you better than the axe wielding guy next door?"
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Name                Gender / Race         Class

Alton Chasmyr       M / Drow              Factotum

Arabella Elann      F / Human             Cleric

Braal               M / Half-Orc          Barbarian

Felmin Pasdeloup    M / Gnome             Rogue / Wizard

Flyd Boneshaker     M / Dwarf             Dread Necro

Garret              M / Whisper Gnome     Rogue

John D'Oh           M / Human             Fighter

Lilibeth            F / Human             Bard

Victor              ? ? ?                 ? ? ?

This is actually a pretty diverse group of folks. It's a large group, but as long as everyone keeps up, it's fine with me. Be proactive and make all rolls that you think you need to make, and even those you only might think you'll need. Make sure you also post all spells that are in affect. Post all this info in Orange which is our OOC color. Also use small or sub when posting this info. My colors are Red, Dark Green, Bold, and of course Orange.

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“Well for one he’s a dwarf, no better hand to wield an axe; and I’m a drow who drinks with a dwarf.  Myself I am a dabbler of sorts, full of useful knowledge, getting by traps, and handy with a rapier and hand crossbow.  I also know a bit of magic, though not so much as some.”

Alton shrugs as if that explains everything

So, another one to possibly help with the sneaky business...
This could be useful as long as he didn't plan on taking his place.
He was a bit more secretive about his dwarf companion, who himself didn't say much more... which, of course, picked his curiosity.
They were a strange pair, that was a given.

"Aren't you... perturbed... by the daylight?" he asked.

So many Garret whispers to no one. He goes back to the pickpockets shop for a while, enjoying some time in the quiet simple shop before returning.
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In her own way, Arbella is assessing the newcomers.

FLyd simply takes a moment, summons a skeletal warrior...and promptly chops it to bits with his keen-edged dwarven war-ax, "That's my best bar trick.  Anybody got a light?"  he pulls out a mildly damaged cigar and looks for a light, chuckling.

"Me and Anton seen some stuff. And we sure could use some coin...last job was a little light."