"Ranger you sit on the rear. Take the cloak off like you suggested. Can wear mine of you want. Tesh, Althiof up front driving this thing. The rest of us in back, under the tarp. Let's go." Korkas responds as he has grown impatient.

The ranger and Althiof have already posted. So you may want to redo your suggestion. I moved it along. You can still let me know where you are. With five different personalities this early in the game, tactics may not work just yet. Plus to keep things moving forward and not devolve into days of tactics discussion. Especially when it matters not to the outcome in this particular situation.  The goblins have a storyline happening behind the scenes. So they are not going to be ambushing today. Other things in game are happening behind the scenes.


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Returning to Hommlet

The wagon pulls into town from the north road, the Church of St. Cuthbert the first building the group sees. Standing outside is two Priests of talking among themselves. Some of you will recognize Father Calmert from the night before. He is talking to a Female Priestess, whom you haven't met yet. As Father Calmert hears the wagon he turns and greets the group. "How did you fare?" he asks.
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"Fortune shined upon us. The goblins bandits have been eradicated. Though it seems they were being aided or encouraged by other factions." Korkas boasted loudly towards Father Calmert.

Hollen turns to his companions. And briefly interrupts the conversation between the Priest and the group. "I need to get back to the Ranger's and see where I can help out with the Funeral, I'm not going to say it was fun traveling through the rain, tracking Goblins to their lair, and almost dying three times. But it was an eye opening experience. I know now that I require more training. Its likely that Ranger Robbar knew this when he encouraged me to help you all. I'll take a share of the bounty from the ears, but anything else you all keep, you earned it more than I, I feel like I was more a burden than anything else. I should have been more prepared." he says. You can all sense that Hollen is pretty emotional over all of this. "If you don't mind, I'd like to take my leave from you all. I'm sure we will speak again since I'm staying at the Inn, and for those going to the funeral." he says.

Father Calmert nods. "Likely is the case with Goblins. They are far to stupid to organize on their own, who was leading them an Orc, a bugbear, I've even seen in my years Ogre Magi that have taken goblins and used them for their purposes." he says. The Female Priestess gives Father Calmert a nod and then steps back into the Abby.

"Everyone starts somewhere friend Hollen," replied Kossoth with a respectful nod to the Ranger, "We'll make sure your share of the bounty for the ears is at the inn for you."

Turning to the Priest he answered, "Hobgoblin."
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Father Calmert nods. "Yes, Hobgoblins are known to make great warchief's for the lower goblinoids. You may want to report this information to Rufus and Burne should you feel the inkling. Being adventurers from these parts they know a lot about what is happening around here. They might have some insight." he says. He then motions towards the wagon. "Looks like you came back with more than you left with. Must have been a good haul." he says.
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"Father, what time is the service tonight?  Do you use bells to announce it?"

"You wouldn't happen to know where we could exchange a large amount of copper, would you?"

Father Calmert ponders for a moment. "The local Blacksmith may want to purchase the copper. As for an exchange though, You'd have to travel to Verbobonc if you wanted to find a moneylender. How large of an amount are you talking?" he asks. "Oh and yes services will be held this evening, You missed the morning service, but we have another at nightfall." he says. "The abby will ring its bells." he adds.

Kossoth chuckled lightly and as a result gently winced as it made his injury flare shallowly, "Those small barrel casks hold copper coin rather than fish.  Those others hold the same in silver coin." his hand moved to point between two of the containers that were solid enough to hold the coin they had collected.  It was obvious that he wasn't saying exactly how much coin was in them but the sheer size of a coin comparred to the size of the barrels would give the Father a rough idea.

He looked thoughtfully down for a moment, "I thought I saw a jeweler shop on my way in last night.  Is that correct?  Though I don't know they'd want to sell for such coin it would be worth a try perhaps."

In reply to Althiof Morad (msg # 39):

Ali looks about as they enter the village "hhmm, my my, a start here could aid my works."

Ali waits more or less behind the wagon as he surveys the village then rolls up to be by the father once the conversation lows down, leaving his mobile lab a pace behind him "Father, er, excuse me sir" and smiles with a lowish nod of his head "You are the high priest here or one in a decision position?  I would like to possible see if your wonderful holy church and grounds may have herbs I could trade or buy from you to aid in my umm work?  and smiles.

Yaotl spent her time traveling back to town sitting on the rim of the wagon studying the spell book to see if anything was missing... and if she managed to copy any of it's spell's down into her light stone beads on her headdress, then that was just a fortunate side effect.
Once she is done she returns to the group and listens intently to the father speak.  She seems eager to help with any manual labor that needs to be done with everything that we've loaded up.

Korkas shrugged "Copper and silver spend just as well as gold. Let's get this book to Spunigior and then we can count out the rest and see what we need to do with it. Might need a couple good safes to hold it all though." He looked to the Father "A tithe will be given for your generosity yesterday. Thank you again."

Seeing the priest, Storm nods in respect, acknowledging the man's superior position.
He listens to the conversation and at one point, interjects,"Do you think the blacksmith sells magical arms and armour?" He asks

Father Calmert nods. "The blacksmith's been known to have magical arms and weapons, but I don't think he has the ability to craft them himself." he says. The Cleric looks to Korkas and gives him a respectful nod. "Should you need the services of the church, their are a few acolytes inside that could bind and heal your wounds. If your feeling generous with your newly found wealth." he says with a smile.

"Ah thank you Father," storm says. "I am hoping to be of my use to my party than hiding behind while healing them," he says ruefully remembering his ineffectual attacks.

Father Calmert laughs. "St. Cuthbert would wonder why you are standing behind them and not bashing the enemy to death. Who do you worship my son?" he asks. Normally not a question someone would get, but this was coming from a Priest of St. Cuthbert.

"Currently, I folow the philiosphy of Might Makes Right where we seek to oust evil and the undeath,'Storm says humbly.

He then asks his companions if they should return the spellbook to the mage.

"Might Makes Right, sounds like one of the tenets of St. Cuthbert, although he also has, Hit them with the Cudgel if they defy you." he says with another laugh. "As for the copper talk to the Blacksmith about if he wants to purchase it, or like I mentioned, Rufus and Burne, they might want to exchange gold for some of it, to make it easier to pay the laborers that are suppose to be building the keep." he adds.

In reply to Stormrider Truesight (msg # 49):

Obviously dejected for not being recognized with his request to the father but used to it, Ali turns back to his mobile lab and shrugs "Best we do return that spell book before something else ill befalls it or we all wear away the ink reading it" chuckles

  Setting his lab in motion "I am not sure about the lay of the village yet but it sounds reasonable to trade coppers for gold, less to carry about.   hmm, too bad I have not figured out  the recipe to  turn lead into gold. sighs as he look over his lab as he starts to head into the center of town, "My supplies really need a refresher and this coins will help".

Turning back to whomever of the group is near, "By the way, were do you all leave you pillow for the night, I might want to join you all if that is OK"

As the conversation about this area's religion continues, Yaotl looks distinctly uncomfortable. Shifting her weight between her feet and glancing about as if she would be relieved to be charging down another worg instead of being in front of this man.

"That is perfect!" She interjects at a blistering pace, "You shall go see the blacksmith and I will take this captive to the inn and return the spell book. This will be done with honor, you have no need to fear."

She turns to Ali "Come captive man, I will show you where a kindly plump girl will feed you and, if you have a pillow," Yaotl looks over Ali with curiosity ablaze, "you may rest it there."

The Olman woman heads off the the inn with frisk pace and a beaming smile, as if she knew she handled that interaction with grace and suaveness.
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Father Calmert looks to the strange women and then to the others. "Sounds like one of you has a plan." he says with a laugh. Father Calmert wasn't intentionally avoiding the question by Ali, although it may have seemed that way. He was far to distracted by the Stormrider and discussing religion. Its likely the Father doesn't get to discuss such things with many outside of the small Hammlet.

Storm politely asks the priest what are the tenets of his beliefs

Sirius had been keeping his own counsel, content to leave the discussion to the others.  As Yaotl toll her leave, he excused himself and followed the Olman woman ...