Hommlet as it is commonly called is situated in the central part of the Flanaess, that portion of eastern Oerik Continent which is known and “civilized”. The village (actually hamlet-sized, though local parlance distinguishes it with the term “village”) is located some ten or so leagues southeast of the town of Verbobonc, on the fringe of the territory controlled by its noble Lord, the Viscount of Verbobonc. It is at a crossroads. To the north is the mighty Velverdyva River, along whose south bank runs the Lowroad. Many days’ travel to the east, on the shores of the Lake of Unknown Depths (Nyr Dyv) is the great walled city of Dyvers, the village of Sobanwych about halfway along the route. Below that to the southeast and east are miles and miles of forest, the Gnarley, beyond which is the Wild Coast, Woolly Bay, and the Sea of Gearnat. The road south forks a league or so beyond the little community, one meandering off towards the Wild Coast, the other rolling through the lower Kron Hills to the village of Ostverk and then eventually turning southwards again into the elven Kingdom of Celene. The western route leads into the very heart of the gnomish highlands, passing through Greenway Valley about a day‘s travel distant and going onwards to the Lortmil Mountains far beyond.



[ Please describe yourselves and your actions thus far. Have you been waiting in the common room, were you upstairs and just came down, did the noise wake you from a nap. You don't have to go into detail about where you came from or how you got to Hommlet. Make sure to explain what you look like, if you have weapons on you, if your wearing armor. You can start thinking about how you know Elkiar Rusman, I leave it to each of you to come up with a suitable background connection to the Ranger, why he would have wanted you at his Funeral, please be creative. ]

Notable Non-Player Characters
Ostler Gundigoot - Human (Oeridian), Owner of the Inn of the Welcome Wench.
Glora Gundigoot - Human (Oeridian), Wife of Ostler.
Vesta Gundigoot - Human (Oeridian), Eldest Daughter of Ostler & Glora.
Father Calmert - Human (Oeridian), Priest of St. Cuthbert.
Zert - Human (Suliose), Waiting on the textile merchant.
Furnok - Halfling (Stout), Gambler Shuffling Cards.
Spugnoir - Human (Oeridian), Wearing Wizardly Robe.
Turuko - Human (Baklunish), acting suspicious & Rude.
Kobort - Half-Orc, acting suspicious & Rude.
Elmo - Human (Oeridian), Drunkard, sleeping it off.
Jaroo - Human (Flan), Druid of Gnarley Wood.



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Entering the inn slowly strode a dwarf in an apparent somber mood.  His hair and beard were red, while he wore brown riding pants and a darker blue shirt as well as a brown riding cloak and a pair of leather gloves.  He was armed with numerous daggers, on his thighs, belt and back.  Additionally, a shortbow and quiver were equally visible, and he had two sets of saddlebags over his left shoulder.

He accepted the key from the proprietor, "My thanks, Master Gundigoot.  Please, call me Althiöf."

Going upstairs, he located the chest and tested the key to make sure he had the right one.  Out of professional habit, he inspected the lock to check its worthiness, and deemed it secure.  He placed quite a few possessions within, including his backpack, saddlebags, bow & quiver, and then locked the lock strong. 

Returning downstairs, he was dressed as any non-adventurer might be, except for the numerous daggers upon his person.  The dwarf was in no mood to play at cards, and the drunk was already passed out (and on wine of all things, if one could believe that!).  Now, his interest piqued slightly at the sign of the priestly garb.  He walked up and took a seat next to the man, "Greetings, Father.  My name is Althiöf.  I just arrived from Verbobonc."

Korkas rose from his nap as the day bustled. He donned his tunic, gave it a good wiff nodded with approval "Clean enough" he muttered, as he pulled it over his head before donning his breeches and boots. Then he proceeded to pull on his leather armour, he had debated not wearing it, but he would attend this affair, he owed the man that much but he was going to head out this evening. Strapping on his daggers and pouches he flung his cloak over his shoulder as he closed the pin on it. His pack would sit in the locked chest.


Korkas' soft footfalls can be heard as he comes down to the inn floor he takes note Half-orc sizing him up a moment before as he stops Vesta on her way by bluntly stating "Ale at the table"  pointing to the table with the card player. His attention stopped at the other dwarf speaking to the cleric, not many of his kind in the area, shrugging he continued to walk to the table taking a seat across from Furnok "What's the game?"

Father Calmert turns to Althiöf and smiles. "Welcome to Hommlet!" he says with an excited tone. "I know I shouldn't be joyful, The words of St. Cuthbert are wise, practical, and sensible, and during this time, I feel excited to see others here in Hommlet, knowing that Elkiar had close friends, which respect him enough to come to his funeral, plus we here in Hommlet do not get many visitors, being off the beaten path." he says.

Furnok The Halfling looks over to the Dwarf, eye level since the Halfling is sitting in a human chair. "Ah you want to play some cards do ya?" he asks. "Its Three-Dragon Ante, do ya know how to play?" asks the Halfling with a grin.

Gaming Rules: Make a proficiency check, with success indicating victory. If two proficient characters play each other, the one with the highest successful die roll wins. A character with gaming proficiency can also attempt to cheat, thus gaining a +1 bonus to his ability score. If the proficiency check for the game is 17 to 20, however, the character has been caught cheating (even if he won the game).

"Yes, indeed, he was my friend."

"From what I have learned of St. Cuthbert, he is a good god who upholds weal and order.  I am honored to make your acquaintance, Father."

He motioned for the serving girl and asked, "Do you have some special ale here?  Elkiar had always told me of a special ale here in Hommlet.  I'd like one if you have it, otherwise, a beer please."

Turning back to Father Calmert, "Any chance you will be presiding over the funeral?"

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 4):

"Do pigs wallow in their own feces? Let's Play" Korkas responds with a grin.

"Canoness Y'dey will be proceeding over the services. I am but just her assistant." he says. The serving girl Vesta grins when the dwarf stops her, she bends down slightly to listen to his request. "Of course, Brewmeister Sevensong makes sure that the Wench has his best, Shall I bring you a flagon?" she asks.

Furnok The Halfling laughs and welcomes the Dwarf to take a seat and the two start playing. The Halfling clearly can talk about how good he is and that he is gonna win, and sure enough the halfling pulls through and bangs the table with an excited roar! "I gotcha! Three Dragon Ante!" he says, as others around the Inn look at the Halfling and his excitement.

[ Deduct 2 silver from your Inventory ]

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 7):

Korkas lets out a laugh, then cuts it short staring at the halfling "Again"

"Yes, a flagon of it, please."  She had a pretty grin, so either she was not a friend of Elkiar, or she was a consummate professtional.

'So,' Althiöf thought to himself, 'this isn't a one-priest village after all.'  "Ah, I see, Father.  Well, I am in town for the next week or so.  If you have any time to tell me about St. Cuthbert, I would welcome it.  When do you hold any services?"

Suddenly, at the outburst of noise from the gambling table, the dwarf briefly glanced over his shoulder to see what all of the commotion was about, then brought his attention back to his table when he saw it was just over a single winning hand.

Furnok shakes his head at how bad the Dwarf is at this game. "Maybe you should stop while I'm ahead!" he laughs. "Sure lets go again!" The two start playing and cards are exchanged, bets are made. "Again!, Three Dragons Ante!, you should really stop letting me win Master Dwarf!" he says.

[ Deduct 4 silver from your Inventory ]
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Vesta smiles and leaves the Dwarf to head back to the kitchen area. Father Calmert listens to the Dwarf and in curious of his interested in St. Cuthbert. "Godsday is tomorrow, we shall be holding services throughout the day, once in the morning and another at nightfall. You should come to the church, its at the edge of town to the north, just follow the main road and you wont miss it." he says.

Furnok is a very excited Halfling, even at the smallest of things, so winning falls into that category.

Virius Tesh had traveled to Hommlet from the neighboring Duchy of Urnst.  A barge on the Nyr Dyv had gotten him and his mount as far as Dyvers, and then the trade road carried him south past Sobanwych.  While the journey hadn't been overlong, it was still the farthest afield the amateur historian had ever traveled.

Barely past his seventeenth nameday, the young wizard could not be considered worldly.  Not unless the worlds in question were books.  What he lacked in experience, he made up for in research and learned study.  Of legends, long buried in musty tomes of forgotten lore.  In sagas yet to be translated from ancient volumes.  Tales of a mythic age and the epic collapses of bygone kingdoms.

Still, for all of his trepidation, Virius had been exhilarated when chosen to undertake the journey on the behalf of his academic superiors — the mages of the Wizardholme of Urnst.  Though he didn't know the late Elkiar Rusman personally — as an amateur historian of the region — Virius was passing familiar with the storied exploits of the man and his band of Gnarleymen.

It was primarily for this reason that he had been chosen to represent his school, the Wizardholme of Urnst, and its chief sorcerous councilor, the archmage Warnes Starcoat (who sadly was embroiled in courtly business to attend the funeral).

After seeing his horse stabled and placing his belongings in his room, Virius joined the revelers in the main hall of the tavern.  He carried himself through the merriment with a certain stiffness, a formal grace that one might mistake for standoffishness.  After acquiring a mug of a strong herbal tea from Ostler's wife, Glora, the fair-skinned suel approached Spugnoir, and, after introducing himself ... took a seat.

"Well met, good Spugnoir." Virius said, explaining how he had come to undertake this journey.

"Did you know Rusman well before he passed?"  He inquired.  "Sadly, I did not."

Spugnoir gives a nod. "I've only heard stories, I wish I would have known him and the Gnarleymen, maybe if they had been around, what happened to me wouldn't have. I live north of here in the town of Etterboek, But tragedy struck while I was traveling between the two towns." Spugnoir tone takes a dark depressing sound to it. "I lost my spellbook, a band of goblins ambushed me..After knocking me unconscious they took the book." he pauses. "They even killed my companion." you can see that he is reminiscing over something lost, he shakes his head in depressed disappointment. "I'm not sure what to do now, my Master recently passed, and it was his book that I inherited, and the goblins they have it now, and I don't even know why, its not like they could read it." He starts to get angered the more he speaks.

Korkas looked up from the table to examine once again the half-orc and the other who stood with him as his attention was drawn to the man walking through the front door and getting a tea. Studying him a moment he turned back to the halflings "Luck, like your daddy had all those years ago... Deal em." As he prepares to play again
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Virius' eyes widened in shock as Spugnoir relayed his tale.  For a wizard to lose his spell book was a drastic thing indeed ... and to uncivilized brutes such as goblins at that!  To the layman, it was as serious as the loss of a hand, or an eye.

A life's work, all that one was — or hoped to be — gone in a dreadful instant.  A loss like this would mar this man's life like a vicious bookmark, an ugly scarred wound upon the tale of his life.  There was only the before, and the after.  Everything now would be different.

The envoy paused for a moment, utterly speechless, as the game of three-dragon ante began to get animated.  Though he searched for the words — any words — that might weaken the loss so dearly felt ... Virius knew that it was a losing proposition.
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The Halfling thinks that he has this in the bag, he shuffles, and deals the cards, not knowing that folly is about to happen. The Dwarf is able to do a flick of the hand and produce a hidden card. Furnok doesn't notice the rouse and bets heavily on this pot. And the outcome is bad for him. When the Dwarf wins and calls Three Dragon Ante, Furnok stands up on the chair looking down at the table. "NO!, How did I loose!." He stomps his foot and kicks the flagon of ale off the table. The noise and his outburst cause everyone to turn their attentions towards the middle of the room, and to the Halfling. "You got me Dwarf!, I see how it is." his eyes narrow as he leaps from the chair and walks off towards the bar.

[ Award yourself 5 Gold ]

"Pardon me, Father."

Althiöf rose from his chair, and ambled over to the gambling table, as there seemed to be much commotion.  As five gold pieces changed hands, he could see that they were playing for some serious stakes.

"How goes the game?"  He then mumbled something else. 

He looked to see if the serving girl was on her way back yet.

Korkas smiles as he gathers up his gold and places them in a pouch he keeps hidden within the folds of his clothes. He rose, turning towards the other dwarf a grin on his face

He motioned his head towards Virius
Korkas wandered over to the pair, Virius and Spugonior, his smell reaching them before he does "Pay good, if it gets returned?" he asks directly towards Spugonior.


OOC: Slight edit as the other dwarf approached as I made my post.
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Althiöf nodded, and then offered a slim smile to the halfling, before following the other dwarf.

Spugonior looks up to the Dwarf and quickly reaches up and covers his nose. "Awuf, Sorry." The Wizard tries to play it off that its not bothering him, but his eyes start to water. "Pay, for someone to return my book, I lost everything, they took everything from me, I don't have anything to my name." he lowers his voice and says to the dwarves. "I'm just hear for the free food and drink for the funeral, I didn't even know the Ranger who died." he says with a rather helpless look upon his face. "I really wish I could pay for someone to get my book back, and take care of those goblins who did this to me, but I have nothing." he says, his voice breaking their at the end.

Korkas stands there debating with himself for a minute as he counts a couple things on his fingers and then he addresses Spugonior

"Can't speak for the others, but for Elkiar's memory, I'll see what I can do. Know where the Goblins reside?"

When the dwarves came over Virius was pleasantly surprised to hear that the one that had been gambling was of a helpful mind.  As he had spent his formative years at Wizardholme, the young wizard hadn't had the chance to lay claim to many dealings with the mountain-dwelling folk.  He knew that they were by-and-large a brave and proud people ... and incredibly non-magical.

Tesh inclined his head in greeting and introduced himself to the dwarves (who he assumed were brothers).

"My fellow mage here has been grievously offended by these verminous louts."  Resting a reassuring hand on Spugnoir's shoulder, he continued.  "To a wizard, that book is worth far more than coin."

"I couldn't agree more about honoring Rusman's legacy.  What better way to remember a friend than to continue his works?  My master has often regaled me of the times he found himself in the Gnarleymen's debt."

At that moment all of Virius' training — the countless pain-staking hours spent studying runes, the endless somatic exercises and memorization of esoteric formulae — it all seemed to be building to this moment.  For why else had he become a wizard, if not to shape the world as he saw fit?  Although the young man was not worldly, and hadn't set out on any adventures before ... he felt within himself a rush of pride, of adrenaline coursing through his veins at the very prospect of rendering aid to a scholarly brother in his hour of need.

"Should you find enough swords to take up this journey, I would be a part of this rescue."  He said bluntly, addressing the dwarves, as if his acceptance were a foregone conclusion.

"Some magical talents may yet prove useful in the recovery of this tome."
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Althiöf was more than surprised by this tall one's words.  "Now, I came here for a funeral.  And, aye, I can imagine losing a book of spells might be traumatic, but we know (or at least I know) nothing about this young man."  He turned to Spugnoir, "No offense intended."

"Where were you when this happened?  Were you alone, or were you in a party of folk?  How many goblins were there?  Did the goblins have spellcasters?  Don't you have any spells still memorized?  Could the goblins already have given/traded/sold your book to larger and stronger creatures?  How many days ago did this happen?"

Spugonior looks to the Dwarf that offers his assistance. "Just north of Deklo Grove, between the grove and Emridy Meadows, I was traveling the path south from Verbobonc when they ambushed me. When I woke up I could see the trail of my broken items leading into the nearby forest." he says. With the two dwarves and now Virius interesting in returning the book to him, Spugonior starts to look like their might be hope. His demeanor changes and he perks up a little. Looking to Althiöf Spugonior answers most of his questions. "It was just me and Jeremiah, When they ambushed me I saw around six of them before I was knocked out. I'm surprised they didn't kill me, but Jeremiah wasn't as lucky, when I woke up I found that they had smashed him with a rock. I'm still feeling the weakness from loosing him." Spugonior says. "I didn't see any spellcasters, it looked more like a scouting party, light armor and small weapons." he says. "This happened yesterday morning. When I woke up I was able to make it to Hommlet and Ostler has been kind enough to let me rest here in the Inn, they think I'm here for the funeral." he says in a whisper.

Vesta returns to the common room with a serving tray and a few small cups and a large flagon in the middle. She sets it down next to Althiöf. "Here you go sir, these are a selection of different brews by Brewmeister Sevensong. Here we have a Welcome Wench Ale, Sevensong told us we could name it. I've also added a few shots of his other concoctions. Here is a Blackened Beer, be watchful of it though, its very thick." she says with a giggle. "Also their is Cuthberts Cudgeler, Distilled whiskey. It was requested by Canoness Y'dey of the Church, she could likely outdrink many in this Inn." she says. "Is there anything else I can get the table, Will you be eating dinner here in the Inn tonight, we have a lamb mutton that is about to come out of the oven, along with some bread and local vegetables." she asks.

"Ah, lass, you have my thanks for being so generous in your selection.  You're now my favorite, here at the inn."

He moved slightly to the side, and took the flagon in his left hand.  With his right hand, he grasped the small cups one at a time.  Before tasting each, he examined and observed each beverage as if it was a birthday present.  First he swirled it in its cup slowly, then he would sample its aroma, before finally tasting each cup in turn.  The dwarf thought that each cup's contents were delightful, and his countenance bespoke his reactions.

Finally, he performed the same ritual upon the contents of the flagon before sampling it as well.  "Ah, this is quite special."

Remembering he was not alone, but keeping the flagon in hand, he turned back to Spugnoir.  "That must be at least a couple hours down the road, and likely a couple more hours to find their lair.  Without a good tracker, I don't see how this will be that successful.  And you say that only a scouting party met you, so I wonder how many will be in their lair."

"Perhaps we should tell the Gnarleymen and one of them could lead us?"  Virius suggested, becoming more and more enamored with the idea of retrieving a fellow wizard's lost property.

"They know these lands better than all of us combined, and they would fain see their homelands clear of such thuggery."

Spugonior nods. "I am no tracker, I could accompany you but I fear that my being there would just be a burden without my spells, when I lost Jeremiah it took a major toll, and I haven't felt well since." he says. "I do not know any of the Gnarleymen, but if this is a funeral for one of them, I'm sure some of them will be around." he adds.

Virius would understand that Spugonior is talking about loosing a Familiar, Jeremiah being his Familiar and it having died, thus Spugonior loosing a point of Constitution and having had made a system shock check, which could have killed him.

"Still worth checking out. Might get lucky" Korkas says with a smirk "But we could look for a tracker."

A mage losing his familiar was a grave thing indeed.  Virius knew from his magical studies that when a sorcerer bound himself to a familiar ... he used a portion of his own life essence to do so.

When Jeremiah died, in other words, a little piece of Spugnoir died with him.

"That settles it."  Tesh said, nodding agreement with Korkas.  "If we need a tracker, then we shall see if there are any here."

He rose from his seat and raised his mug as if to make a toast.

" 'Ware and were, friends!"  He called out in a strong, clear voice, using the traditional greeting of the Gnarley Rangers.  He rested a hand on Spugnoir's shoulder.

"A small band of goblins has crept too close to these civilized lands, waylaying this good man yesterday as he journeyed past the Deklo Grove."

"My friends and I,"  Here, a hand to indicate the pair of dwarves.  "Would see these vermin dispatched, and this gentleman's property returned.  Are there any among you that could act as guide?  We possess the will, but lack the knowledge of the area to see such a deed through on our own."

Ostler looks up from the bar and listens to Virius make his speech, knowing what had already happen to Spugonior, he frowns and shakes his head. "Anyone that goes with them, I'll give ten gold for every Goblin you kill." he says, and then thinks about it for a moment. "Up too twenty!" he quickly adds. Gloria his wife whom is sitting over near the bar knitting looks at her husband and smiles. A few of the other patrons listen to what Virius says but none of them look all that interested. The Halfling had already started playing another game of cards with the Half-Orc who wasn't paying attention to anything except for his hand. The rest of the Tavern seemed preoccupied with the merriment of the evening. The Baklunish looked to be thinking about saying something for a moment and then changes his mind. He goes back to sipping his wine and watching the Half-Orc lose at cards.

Vesta looks to Virius and frowns. "The contingent of Gnarleymen are suppose to arrive sometime this evening, It is likely that someone in their group will know how to track, they know these woods better than any Elf." she says.

Althiof heard Virius suddenly calling out to those in the Inn, while he himself was drinking from his flagon, and heard the tall guy speaking of his friends.  'Oh, that's good,' he thought to himself, 'the guy brought some muscle with him.'  While drinking from the flagon, he opened one eye and slowly looked around and then past the guy.  Closing it, he opened his other eye and glanced around, but still did not see any "friends."

Opening both eyes at the same time, he looked back to the tall guy and saw him motioning towards the two dwarves.  Suddenly, Althiöf spit and sprayed out the ale in his mouth.  'How did I get myself into this?'

Dumbfounded, the locksmith could not speak momentarily, but his jaw just hung open in shock.

Korkas nodded his head with Virius as he made his pronouncement. A grin crept across Korkas's face as Ostler made his offer, 10 gold a head, I can work with that.

Korkas burst out in a deep laugh when Althiof spit our his alcohol "That bad?"

Vesta looks to Althiof and frowns. "I'm sorry the brews are not to your liking Master Dwarf." she says. Vesta then walks away from the table and back towards her father to refill her tray.

A lean, dark young man walked into the inn, looking about in the dim light. He was average height, lean but not thin. He had shoulder length, dark hair and blue eyes. He sported a few days' stubble and did not normally wear a beard from the tanned skin of his jaw. He was dusty from travel and appeared to be tired and hungry.

He had come from Gnarly Forest, a trek that had taken him longer than it should. He still couldn't believe the Ranger Knight gave him leave. Elkiar Rusman had been a friend of his father and a mentor to the young ranger. The death had hit the young man harder than he thought it would or could. It was the least he could do to come and pay his respects. Once Ostler Gundigoot greeted him, Hollen dropped his weapons except for his long knife into the chest provided then found a basin and washed up.

Reentering the common room, he spotted those gathered for the funeral. Quietly, he approached and, at a pause in the conversation, he asked softly, "Mind if I join you?" The young man seemed awkward and ill at ease as if he would much rather be out of doors sitting by a fire with dinner spitted and roasting.

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OOC: Hello, all!

Virius nodded and waved a hand at an open seat.  Once Hollen was situated, Tesh introduced himself and relayed Spugnoir's tale and Ostler's promise of recompense.

The locksmith was still trying to get a grasp on the situation and how he had been roped into it.  Glancing to the other dwarf, "The ale?  No, the ale is quite good."

He did not introduce himself, because no one else but Spug had given his name yet, until Tesh barely just did so.  His eyes followed Vesta, because he thought he might owe her an apology.

Around the Inn, the others continue to do their down thing. Ostler continues to welcome newcomers when they enter, and prepares the drinks behind the bar. Glora his wife sits over near the end of the bar within sight of her husband keeping her time busy by knitting what looks to be baby clothes. Vesta the eldest of the Gundigoot children is the Inn's main server. She continues to walk around and take drink orders. Father Calmert sits at the bar chatting with Ostler whenever he is free, the two talk about the happenings of the town and the new arrivals for the funeral. Zert seems to be anxious, he keeps looking out the window near the front of the Inn towards the road outside, as if he is waiting on someone. Furnok is still playing cards with Kobort the Half-Orc, and loosing, but doesn't seem to be getting upset about it, Kobort's companion Turuko looks more annoyed that Kobort is loosing coin, but doesn't put a stop to it. Elmo stirs a little and wakes when the announcement by Virius is made and it looks like he has words for the man, but before he can say them, he passes back out, the wine bottle spilling all over the ground near him. Vesta's not all too happy about this and goes over to Elmo and kicks him in the ribs, hard enough to get his attention but not hard enough to cause any damage. Elmo stirs again and his eyes open "Vesta why'd ya have to go and do that, you spilled my drink." he says through a few hiccups. Vesta just rolls her eyes and walks back over to the bar and exchanges a few words with her Father, anyone paying attention will see that she is trying to get her Father to kick him out of the Inn, but Ostler refuses her, the two seem to be at odds over it and Vesta returns to her work. Jaroo can still be seen outside across the street under the Apple tree, along with his bear.

A few of the Gnarleymen have shown up, three of them including Hollen Jeth. Each of them wear the oak leaf insignia clasp, Hollen and the other two wear the insignia of a Junior Ranger. This with knowledge of the Gnarleymen will know this to be e entry point of the Gnarley rangers and act as the defenders of the Great Forest. The two other Rangers move towards Ostler and start having a conversation about the funeral and schedules.
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In reply to Althiof Morad (msg # 37):

Korkas grabs one of the drinks Vesta had set down for Althiof and pulls up a chair at the table Virus was sitting at as if he was invited to share space and drink. He pushed a chair out for Althiof "Good some of the rangers have come in. Might convince one or two of them to join us." As his gaze wanders over his now filled mug of ale to the men just joining the group and he takes a big gulp of the mug "Names Korkas Stonedelver. Family apparently was a bunch of miners. Aint' seen a mine in my life."

Althiöf followed Korkas' lead, and with flagon in hand made his way to the proffered chair.  If he had been roped into this, he felt he might as well get comfortable and be smart about it.

"Well met, Korkas and Tesh.  I'm Althiöf."

"If we're going to try and pick up a ranger, I'd say go for the leader instead the junior rangers.  He'd likely be more muscle for our endeavor."

Virius watched the two dwarves introduce themselves to one another and chuckled, remarking on his own ignorance.

"Apologies,"  He said.  "I had assumed that you were brothers.  In my homeland, the dwarves of the Cairn hills are ... not as welcoming.   I admit to not having met many of your folk.  Much less two at a time."
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Korkas shrugs his shoulders "You all look alike to me too." he adds a bit of a smirk. "We set out at first light tomorrow? Finish up this nasty business here in town. I'll miss the chap, saved my skin." Korkas seems to look sad a brief moment as he takes a drink.
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"First light tomorrow?  That's how these always start out, so it sounds good.  But I don't know if just the three of us will be enough.  Some armored folk up front would be a good idea, and we still don't quite have a tracker nailed down yet."

Korkas nods to Althiof and stands up and walks over to the trio of Gnarly Men "Hey we are going hunting for goblins on the morrow. Amy of you track well and looking for some work?"

"Tesh, count me in on this, and don't leave in the morning without me."

The dwarf then rose from his seat and went to the serving girl for some private words.

Vesta smiles as the dwarf approaches. When he apologizes she gives a little laugh. "Master Dwarf, you are fine, my attentions are elsewhere, and I've been crass, it is I that should apologize, my father insists on allowing Elmo to come into the Inn and pass out wherever he wants too, I know this should be a time for mourning, but there should be a level of respect too. And Elmo is showing none of that." she shakes her head. "Sorry again to be ranting, Brewmeister Sevensong's Brewery is the double building just out back, across the creek, the path leads to a small bridge, its convenient when barrels are delivered to our storerooms." she says. "You owe nothing Master Dwarf, tonight everyone has been paid for in advance by Anwith and her Husband Marcan." she says.

The group of Gnarley Rangers, or at least two of them, listen to Korkas' request. One of them speaks up. "Sorry, Although normally I would be interested, I've been tasked to get things ready for the funeral around here. Suppose to be a large reception and they brought a bunch of us in early to help. Its possible that maybe one of us could go, but we'd have to talk to our superiors about it." he says. "Good luck though, the goblins in this area have been on the rise the last few months, we found a group of them over near the old abandoned moathouse." he says.
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Again, the dwarf was quiet, not needing anyone eavesdropping.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 46):

Korkas nodded at the Gnarly Ranger "Talk to your superiors. We could use one of you. We leave in the morning to check this out."  Korkas turns and walks back to the table as Althiof walks out of the Inn. He shrugs his shoulders as he gathers up one of the samples left on the table of ale and tries another glass full "Either of you play cards?" he looks hopeful.

OOC: Given my background as written I may know where the Moathouse is already located at. Though I may not.

One of the Rangers gives the Dwarf a nod and then calls over Vesta to get a few drinks. The other looks to the Dwarf when he asks about cards. "I'm lacking in coin at the moment, The Ranger's don't pay like they used too." he says. The other Ranger jabs him in the side. "Don't say stuff like that, we get a good wage, nothing to be ashamed of." he says. The other shakes his head. "Yeah but exploring dungeons brings in a lot more wealth." he says with a laugh. "Let me get a few drinks in me, and maybe my purse strings will loosen." he adds.

Hollen looked at the other two Rangers with a bit of disdain. He knew that Rangers frequently behaved this way in town, they needed to blow off steam. His own father had a legendary reputation for carousing back in the Rakers. He'd not had his fill of the greenwood yet. He came to a decision, "I'll go. Fair hand at tracking and hunting, while I may be a Junior Gnarleyman, my da is a Ranger Lord and I started learning my craft before I could talk." Turning to his companions, "Since it seems you have settled in for some cards and drink, I'll help these folk on the morrow, maybe bring down some goblin."

In reply to Hollen Jeth (msg # 50):

Korkas looks to Hollen "Good. Knew I could count on the Gnarly Rangers. Korkas" as he extends his grimy hand " Leave in the morning." He turns and walks back to his table with Tesh.
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The Ranger look to Hollen. "Might want to take it up with Marcan, Ranger Lord or not, Marcan is your Senior Ranger, and he is gonna wanna know if you run off with these folks." he says. The other Ranger scoffs. "Marcan isn't gonna care, I'm pretty sure he'd be pissed because we didn't offer to help. Clearing the road of these Goblins might be good, Gods Forbid someone notable comes down the north road and is attacked." he says. "Hollen, do what you need to do, Marcan will be here later tonight. He and his wife are finishing up the arrangements with the funeral, talk to them then, but if you don't get a chance, I will back your decision to go with these folks, and let Marcan know." he says. The other Ranger shakes his head. "Yeah, you are likely right, I'm sure this group can handle a few goblins, especially with Jeth leading them." he says. The two Rangers go back to talking among themselves.

Vesta brings back another tray filled with small cups filled with an assortment of different types of ale, wine, and spirits. She sets them on the table for the group, and the Rangers.

A young bard sings of a lost love in the tavern strumming his lute. His tale told of a young knight and how his elven love had passed on before he was able to rescue her. He takes a seat near where he performed, taking a sip of ale and catching his breath for a moment before he stood began up, beginning a new, more uplifting tale of heroic adventures.

Mostly the background noise of the Inn had been the merriment of its patrons, the crashing of cups to tables, and the shuffling of cards and rolling of dice. But over the last hour the soothing strums of the lute could be heard and the soft melody of Harald the Bard. A few of the patrons of the Inn stopped and listened to the melody as others continued to go about their night. Overall the performance was worthy of a few coins, as noted by the coppers spread out on the table where the Bard sat.


[ Add 10 Copper to your Character Sheet ]

Korkas listened to Harald sing them a song as he enjoyed his beer, as he studied the bard his eyes were drawn the tabard worn as he tries to think about the place. He nods as he recalls a bit.

Althiöf tied up his mule and walked back into the Inn of the Welcome Wench.  Seeing Korkas, the locksmith made his way over and took a seat beside him.

"How goes the effort?  Did you have any luck finding a tracker?"

"Yep, got one" Korkas responds pointing out the young ranger "Junior Ranger, but he'll do." Korkas takes another drink "So that's four of us, good split number. Heard about more goblins over by the old moathouse too. Some coin might be easily made here."

Korkas reaches out with his grimy hand and grabs Vesta's elbow as she walks by "Hey that Half-Orc and his buddy. They new around here? I don't like the way they are looking at everyone." his voice carries even though he may have tried to keep it soft.
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Robbar, one of the junior Ranger's that was supportive of the groups trek to the Goblins, speaks up. "I'd be careful around the moat house if you head out that way, lots of adventurers go out that way and don't come back. So make sure you are prepared, lots of stories around those parts, especially with the Temple nearby, and all the stuff that happened there years ago." he says.

Since I edited my post after initial response in case it was missed:



Korkas looked up to Robbar from his seat and tipped his glass towards him "What happened at the Temple?"



OOC: Bolding to make the text stand out more with the color I have chosen. It's not any change in inflection.




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Robbar looks to the Half-Orc across the room, and then to his friend Tomas, the other Junior Ranger. "You know anything about him.?" he asks. Tomas turns and looks just as the Half-Orc wins a hand against the Halfling. Turuko, the Half-Orcs Baklunish companion spots the two Rangers looking over towards them and narrows his eyes in there direction. Tomas shakes his head. "Nope, never seen him or his friend before, but the insignia on the Half-Orc's tabard looks like the symbols of the Pomarj." he says.

Robbar turns to Korkas. "You never heard about the Temple of Elemental Evil?" he asks. "So back in 566, forces of evil from Dyvers and the Wild Coast came together and constructed a small chapel outside the village of Nulb, The Chapel was quickly built into a stone temple, and bandits and other evil humanoids began to operate out of it with increasing frequency. After three years of raids on nearby villages, a combined force was sent to destroy the Temple and put an end to the maruading. The allied army clashed with a horde of evil men and humanoids, including orcs, ogres, goblins, and gnolls, this was called the Battle of Emridy Meadows. Men-at-arms from Furyondy and Veluna united with dwarves from the Lortmils, gnomes from the Kron Hills, and an army of elven archers to face the threat of the Horde of Elemental Evil. The arrival of the elves and Rangers, from the shadows of the Gnarley Forest turned the tide of battle, trapping the savage humanoids against a bend in the Velverdyva where they were routed and slaughtered." he takes a breath. "After dispersing the Horde of Elemental Evil, the allied forces laid siege to the Temple of Elemental Evil itself, defeating it within a fortnight. Spellcasters loyal to the goodly army cooperated on a spell of sealing that bound the demoness Zuggtmoy to some of the deepest chambers in the castle's dungeons." he says. Tomas adds to the history lesson. "The Temple itself remained, and over the following decade rumors of evil presence there persisted. The Viscount of Verbobonc and the Archcleric of Veluna have become increasingly concerned, and paid to build a small castle outside the Village of Hommlet to guard against the possibility of the Temple rising again, That is where Rufus and Burne are, and why their is construction happening near the Tower on the edge of town." he adds. "But with delays, and funding, the Castle hasn't seen much in construction, luckily for Hommlet though, its been blessed by seekers of adventure that come to the area to explore the remnants of the Temple, and find evil to slay." he says.

Althiöf had heard the story of the Battle of Emridy Meadows more times than he would like to admit.  Of course, his grandfather could be a lot more long-winded than this junior ranger, he even had a bard put it to verse in Dwarvish.  Luckily, his grandfather had other tales as well, so this was not the only story he had to tell.

He politely waited for the story to end before asking Korkas, "Is one of these the ranger coming with us tomorrow?"

In reply to Althiof Morad (msg # 61):

"Yeah, that one. Didn't give his name" Korkas points at the same ranger had pointed at already with his mug and then brings it to his lips as he takes another drink.

Robbar points to Hollen Jeth. "I think our buddy here Hollen, is gonna go with you folks." he says, as he pats him on the back.

The dwarf addressed the table, "I'll be back in a moment.  I need a drink to offer a toast."

He then rose and moved to find Vesta, asking for a flagon of that ale she had brought to him earlier.

When she returned with it, he took a sip and inquired quietly to avoid any embarrassment, "Lass, my curiosity is getting the better of me, and I was hoping you could enlighten me.  I visited that brewery you gave me directions to earlier, but for some reason I don't understand, the same ale here does not taste as strong as the same ale at the brewery.  Would you know of what might be affecting it?"

"See, I'm a brewer myself, and these are the kind of things I worry about and feel I need to learn before I open my own brewery someday."
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Vesta listens to the Dwarf when he questions her about the ale. "I'm sorry Master Dwarf, but when it comes to things like that, its my Father Ostler that you will have to speak too. He does the running and management of the Inn and its purchases." she says. "I know we get the ale from Sevensong's and we keep it stored down in the cellar." she adds. "It is strange though, our ale is suppose to be the same, you should really talk to my Father about this, if our ale isn't good, he should know." she says. From the sound and mannerisms, Vesta doesn't seem to be hiding anything, or deflecting.

Refreshing the Map & Non-Player Characters's List.

Notable Non-Player Characters

Name               Race                  Title
Ostler Gundigoot   Human (Oeridian)      Owner of the Inn of the Welcome Wench.
Glora Gundigoot    Human (Oeridian)      Wife of Ostler.
Vesta Gundigoot    Human (Oeridian)      Eldest Daughter of Ostler & Glora.
Father Calmert     Human (Oeridian)      Priest of St. Cuthbert.
Zert               Human (Suliose)       Waiting on the textile merchant.
Furnok             Halfling (Stout)      Gambler Shuffling Cards.
Spugnoir           Human (Oeridian)      Wearing Wizardly Robe, lost Spellbook to Goblins.
Turuko             Human (Baklunish)     Acting suspicious & Rude.
Kobort             Half-Orc              Acting suspicious & Rude.
Elmo               Human (Oeridian)      Drunkard, sleeping it off.
Jaroo              Human (Flan)          Druid of Gnarley Wood, Outside across the Street.
Robbar Marade      Human (Flan)          Junior Ranger of Gnarleymen, Supportive.
Tomas Waterfield   Human (Oeridian)      Junior Ranger of Gnarleymen, Negative.

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Tesh's attention was rapt as the rangers relayed the story of the temple and the Gnarleymen's hand in its eventual demise.  As an amateur historian, the topic had always intrigued him and he looked forward to compiling notes from his observations abroad and comparing them to the official records back at the Wizardholme.

Tesh was finding himself already looking forward to tomorrow's adventure ... and starting to make his own tale rather than just reading about someone else's.

Wistfully, he listened to the bard's sorrowful tale, the melodies of the lute telling the story as ably as the performer's voice, and found himself wondering if he would have any songs sung about his exploits.

"Right," He said, raising his tea. "It's settled then.  Tomorrow we make for the Deklo Grove and see about righting the wrongs inflicted upon friend Spugnoir."

He nodded, looking at the dwarven pair and the ranger.  A junior ranger, of course, was better than no ranger at all, and being a junior wizard on his first assignment ... Virius wasn't really in a place to compare and contrast life experiences.

"Thanks, lass.  Sorry for slowing you down."

Althiöf moved to the bar, wanting to speak with Ostler.  If the owner was busy with another customer, the dwarf would wait a moment and then make his inquiry quietly.  "My good man, Ostler, my curiosity is getting the better of me, and I was hoping you could enlighten me.  I visited the brewery Vesta gave me directions to earlier, but for some reason I don't understand, the same ale here does not taste as strong as the same ale at the brewery.  Would you know of what might be affecting it?"

"See, I'm a brewer myself, and these are the kind of things I worry about and feel I need to learn before I open my own brewery someday."

Ostler listens to the Dwarf, and looks like he is about to take offence, as if he is being called out for watering down the Ale, but then ponders on it a moment, and finishes listening to Althiöf. His face relaxes as the Dwarf speaks about being a brewer himself. "We don't get many folk around here with knowledge of brews, and Brewmeister Sevensong doesn't come in here often, and I don't think she has ever drank in here, Myself, I'm used to watering down my drinks, the wife doesn't like it when I drink to much, I'm not myself she says." he gives a slight laugh and looks over to her. "I wonder what it could be then, its not like the ale is going back during transport, we're only about a twenty yards from the Brewery. You have a talent with these things, how about we go down to the cellar and check this out." he says.

"I'd appreciate taking a look.  I'm curious if it might be something about temperature, moisture, or possibly the wood used for the casks."

Ostler leads Althiöf behind the counter into the kitchen area, and over to some stairs that lead down into the cold storage larder, below the Inn's ground floor. Down in the cellar you see a line of barrels, all of them tapped resting along the north wall. The ground is packed earth and the walls are waxed timber to keep out the moisture. The entire level is about twenty degrees cooler than the air upstairs. "So, here we have the barrels, I try and make sure its nice and clean down here, we don't get much moisture, even when it rains, strong Oeridians built this Inn." he says. He walks along the barrels and gets to one at the end and knocks on it. It makes a hollow sound. "Ah, seems this one is empty." He reaches and rolls the cask off the holder and it makes a thud as it hits the ground, he then waddles the empty barrel over towards a line of empties next to the cellar's outside exit, a ramp that leads up and outside of the Inn. "So, tell me whats happening." he asks.

The dwarf finds this all quite disconcerting.  The ale starts off strong.  Ostler testified that he's not watering it down.  Yet the ale is not the same.  Althiöf suspected that foul play was at hand, with someone likely siphoning good ales and refilling the partial barrels with water.  It was happening somewhere between the brewery and this cellar.

There was a regular drunk upstairs, but the locksmith remembered that the drunk had been drinking wine, not ale.  Besides, if that person had so much ale at home, he wouldn't need to spend money on beverages at the Inn.

Then there was a half-orc upstairs, who Korkas had a bad feeling about, but Althiöf had not had time to pay much attention to that character.

The dwarf began walking around the cellar slowly, first checking out the kegs and knocking on them as the proprietor had.  He examined them for any signs of forced entry (such as fresh scrapes along the edges), where an interloper might have tried to put the water into them.  He also checked the empty keg.

He examined the floor for any signs of spills.  The dwarf examined around the kegs, and behind them for signs of tunneling.  And the ceiling, in case someone in a room above had sawed through to reach the kegs.

Then he checked the door out for methods of locking or securing, including the quality of the devices.  Placing himself in the roll of a thief, he attempted to think of how he might try to break in.  If the door(s) was barred, was there room between the door and jam to use a dagger or thinner sheet of metal to lift the bar?

Ostler watched as Althiöf inspected the cellar, he wanted this, he didn't want to have any trouble with Sevensong, and if something was happening to his ale he wanted to know. When Althiöf goes to inspect the recently emptied barrel, he visually checks the bunghole, prying it out with his dagger to inspect the inside. Once he does this, a slippery slimy eel like creature slithers out of the barrel and onto the ground, it arches up and spits a strange greenish goo which lands on the ground near Althiöf and makes a hissing sound as the acids start bubbling. The creature is about three feet long, and has sharp pincers at its mouth, which is a maw of teeth, its covered in a slick sheen. Ostler jumps back and away from the creature, scrambling for something nearby to defend himself with.

Roll Initiative
Boozebitter Worm - 2
Oslter - 5

The Boozebitter Worm goes on 2, Remember you are trying to roll low. Check this thread link to a message in this game for modifiers to your Initiative. Remember that Weapon Speed adds to your Initiative. Because the worm rolled a 2, its highly likely that it will go first.

The Boozebitter Worm slithers towards Althiöf, and hisses again, spitting out a glob of acid at the Dwarf. Attack Roll 12 vs AC 7, The Boozebitter Worm needed a 12+ to hit your Armor Class of 7, the acid strikes and does 2 damage..

Oslter waits to see what you do, he is not about to charge in empty handed.

Althiöf took a few steps back and loosed two daggers at the beast.





Althiof Morad rolled 9 using 1d10+2 with rolls of 7.  new init with right die.

Althiof Morad rolled 20 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 18.  to hit 1.
Althiof Morad rolled 3 using 1d4 with rolls of 3.  damage 1.

Althiof Morad rolled 4 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 2.  to hit 2.
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One of the Daggers embeds its self into the worm, while the other misses, a strange goo starts leaking from the worms side, its injured by is still moving. Ostler picks up a nearby small barrel and throws it at the worm. The barrel goes wide and smashes next to the creature. The worm looks like its unable to spit again so soon, so it tries to flee by slithering towards the darkness under the barrels.

If you have another attack you can try and hit it before it gets under the barrels.

The dwarf positioned himself to be behind the creature as it slithered and launched two more daggers at it.



(I added +2 extra from behind.  Take away if inappropriate.)

Althiof Morad rolled 7 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 3.  to hit 1

Althiof Morad rolled 19 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 15.  to hit 2.
Althiof Morad rolled 2 using 1d4 with rolls of 2.  damage 2.

Another dagger it thrown, this time from behind, it strikes the worm again near the same wound from before, this stops the worm dead, as the goo leaks out across the dagger, the bubbling hiss of the acid starts to eat away at the metal blade and pommel. Ostler shakes his head. "Do you have any idea what that was?" he asks. As you check around the rest of the cellar you don't find anymore of the worms.


You earn 25 Experience for killing the Boozebitter Worm

The dwarf quickly gathered his daggers, and thoroughly cleaned off the two daggers which scored hits.

"This was a Boozebitter Worm.  I've heard about them, but never actually scene one before.  These vermin live off of strong alcohols.  The good news is that drinking from the cask wouldn't (shouldn't?) have hurt anyone.  But that's why the drink tasted like it was watered down, because the amount of alcohol in the drink was less by the time it was served upstairs."

He grabbed it by the tail and held the tail up and away from himself, letting the head dangle, trying to keep from getting any acid on himself.  "Can you open the door to the outside?  I can get rid of this for you, without your customers upstairs seeing it."

Ostler nods and moves to the cellars double doors that lead up the ramp and to the rear of the Inn. He unlatches the heavy lock, and pulls the steel bar through, and pushes the doors open, allowing the nights air into the cellar. "Here ya go. How do you think it got down here, and into the barrel, what do I need to do to fix this so it doesn't happen again." he says, as he starts to think about it more. "I think I feel sick to my stomach." he says as he bends over slightly holding his gut. "We've been drinking the ale from that barrel, are you sure we are ok?" he asks.

"Well, I'm no doctor, but from what I've read, drinking the beverage is harmless."

He realized that he had dropped the flagon that was only filled recently.  "Ostler, can you fill this flagon for me from one of the full casks?  We should test its flavor."

"Truth be told, I'm at a loss for how it got inside.  I wouldn't have thought that a snake like creature could re-seal a cork after it got in.  We should check to see there are no holes in the cask."

Down in the Cellar

Ostler takes the flagon and fills it with some of the ale from another of the full casks, and hands it to the Dwarf. Ostler checks the casks for holes, and finds none. "You think we might have someone sabotaging my casks, it doesn't look like a creature like that could have gotten in here on its own, it had to have been put there." he says with an angered grunt, he then shakes his head back and forth. "Only people allowed down here is Vesta and Glora, and the laborers from the brewery, but only when they are delivering casks, and I keep the cellar door locked up all the time." he adds.


Back upstairs

The Inn is still lively, the Bard playing his lute and singing the songs of merriment. The Halfling and Half-Orc playing cards. A few more Rangers show up and fill some of the empty tables, most are keeping to themselves, and telling stories about Ranger Rusman. The light rain outside starts coming down a little harder, the beads of rain bouncing off the thatch roof of the Inn giving a relaxing sound mixed with the music of the Bard.

"I'm not an expert in these creatures, but sabotage would be my best guess."  He accepted back the full flagon and sipped at it to test the flavor.

"As far as locks go, there are many ways around them.  Besides picking, wizards have certain spells which can unlock a lock, and more powerful wizards can bypass walls altogether, or so I hear."

The Ale is fine, it doesn't show any signs of having the worm inside, so its possible that it may have been just that cask. You remember when you drank the selections up stairs that it was just one of them that seemed weaker than the others.

"Alright, I'll go take care of this beast."

"If you like, I don't mind investigating more later, if it would interest you."

With that, Althiöf left through the cellar door to the outside and made his way across the river to the brewery.

Korkas finishes his drink and rises from his seat and walks over to the table the half-orc is sitting at and takes a seat next to him "So what are you in town for? Who's the mark? A little light lifting?" His tone soft so that only the half-orc can hear him clearly.

Kobort turns to the Dwarf, you can see the disgust in the Half-Orc's eyes as he looks down at the dwarf, literally and figuratively. "Leave me be runt." says the Half-Orc. You see the Baklunish man take a step towards the two of them. "You should move along, I don't think my friend wants to talk to you." he says.

Korkas looks up at the half-orc "Runt, Runt. I ain't no runt you flea bitten, green skinned, pig-faced sewer rat" his voice carries through the inn "He's a dainty lice-ridden troll lover who is up to no good." Korkas mutters to Baklunish as he rises from his seat.

Kobort looks to his friend and the two of them both laugh. Kobort then stands up from the table and looks down at the Dwarf. "If you have an issue, we can step outside and settle this." he says with a grunt. The Baklunish man takes a step back away from his friend, letting him handle this alone. Kobort is a olive skinned Half-Orc with a pig like face so the Dwarf was accurate in his taunting. He also looked like he could toss the Dwarf from here to Greyhawk City if he wanted too.

Outside the Inn

Althiöf heads back to the Inn, passing Jaroo who is outside across the street under an Apple tree. Next to him the snoring of a bear breaks the silence.

"You got more orc in you than human, pig for brains." Korkas remarks as he stairs up at him, not budging as he considers the option with the law here in town. He hadn't went looking for a fight but he wasn't one to back down from one either. He nods and makes up his mind "Sounds fun." as he takes two steps back and holds his hand out waiting for Kobart to head towards the door.

Kobort laughs. "The Dwarf really wants to fight me, this outta be fun." he says to his friend. Ostler yells from the Bar. "If your gonna fight, do it outside." As the Innkeeper says this, a few of the other patrons get up and make their way outside to watch. Kobort and his friend both step outside and wait for the Dwarf. A few of the patrons stay inside, not caring about the fight about to happen, others make a circle outside the Inn with the two in the middle.

Any PCs inside that want to come outside and watch, let me know, if not, I will assume you stay inside the Inn.
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Althiöf watches as a group of people from the Inn spill out into the lit area outside. Two of them look like they might be setting up for a fight.

Glancing about to make sure no one would witness his travel to the apple tree, he tried to hide his unusual item behind his body as possible.  Moving to the person under the tree, but keeping some distance from the bear, he asked in as polite a voice as possible, "Excuse me, but would you be the druid I've heard about?"

Virius took note of the rising temperature in the room, motioning his head and glancing in that direction to draw Hollen's attention to the emerging fracas.  It was a bit early to intervene, as thus far only words had been exchanged, and to Virius' thinking, men — even brutes from the Pomarj — had the right to say what was on their mind.

He set his tea down and gave the argument his full attention.

Jaroo opens his eyes, you are observant enough to notice that he is likely under the influence of something, his movements are sluggish and he takes a moment to respond, but he looks up at the Dwarf smiles. "Ah, yes I am Jaroo." he says, as he lets out a heavy yawn. The bear doesn't stir at all, its snoring continues.

Korkas stepped out of the inn stretching his arms and back as he walked, it's been a while since he's been in a good fight. He rolls his neck and it cracks, he's not small by any man's standard let alone a dwarfs but still he looked smaller than the half-orc. A smile, the only most have seen so far, was upon his face as his hands rested upon his bone handled blades as he looked towards Kobort "So what will it be, pig for brains?"

Kobort scoffs and snorts, he reaches down and takes off the sword at his side and tosses it to Turuko. Luckily for the Dwarf, the Half-Orc isn't wearing heavy armor. The Half-Orc does a few stretches too, and then steps up towards the Dwarf.

Roll Initiative (Remember its a 1d10, Weapon Speed for Unarmed Attacks are +1.)

Kobort goes on 7

Virius' pulse began to quicken as the impending violence drew nearer.  Living as he had, among the dusty tomes of a university he had never seen two men — much less a dwarf and a half-orc — settle a problem with fisticuffs.

He tossed a sidelong glance at Tomas and Robbar, attempting to gauge where they fell on the whole topic.

Both the Ranger's were interested in watching the fight, but look prepared to step in if things take a deadly turn. Furnok on the other hand is asking Zert and Turuko if they want to wager on the outcome. Turuko of course laughs at anyone betting against the Half-Orc.
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"I've got something someone said there was a chance you might be interested in, but it's something I'd rather not get out, to keep a family from some embarrassment.  It's dead, but it has acid in its body, which might be of some use."

He brought the worm around his body and showed the druid.  "It attacked me and burned me with it's acid.  I had to defend another, so alas, it died."

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 98):

Korkas nodded to Kobort, he walked over to Test, drawing his blades he handed them over to him and then pulled out 3 long darts hidden within the folds of his armour and clothing. With a wink he turns and walks back towards the half-orc.


ooc:Init 2

18:32, Today: Korkas Stonedelver rolled 2 using 1d10+1 with rolls of 1.  Init

Attack roll:

Korkas Stonedelver rolled 19 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 18.  Punch, +3 dam for Str.

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Korkas starts off with a wild swing which connects, the punch surprises the Half-Orc as he gets whacked across the face, Kobort in turn tries to uppercut the Dwarf, but misses. Kobort obviously was caught off guard from the initial attack from the Dwarf.

Kobort saves the Knockout chance of 1% from the Wild Swing, but takes 3 damage. (1 HP/2 TEMP)

Korkas Your Turn!

Korkas grins as Kobort staggers back a moment, side stepping Koborts punch he tries to land a hook

OOC:

18:51, Today: Korkas Stonedelver rolled 11 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 10.  Round 2 punch, + 3 dam for Str.

Korkas just barely misses the Half-Orc with the Hook. Kobort tries for the uppercut the second time, and scores a hit. The Half-Orcs fist connects with the Dwarf, knocking him silly.

Rolled 14 to hit vs AC 7, Uppercut, Damage 1 + STR (3) for a total of 4 Damage. (1 HP/3 TEMP) 8% Chance for Knock Out. No Knockout!

Korkas staggered back at the blow, and went into a combination of shots that Kobort ducked and weaved his way out of.

OOC: 19:15, Today: Korkas Stonedelver rolled 9 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 8.  Punch, +3 dam for Str.

Over across the Street with Jaroo

Jaroo looks to Althiöf with a strange facial expression, unsure of what to say, it takes a moment for the information to process in the Druid's head, He seems very scattered, not intoxicated, but definitely inebriated, likely some sort of pipeweed or other herb. Jaroo stands. "Lets head over to my grove, the noise from that fight." he points to the fight across the way. "Is gonna give me headpaigns." he says, and then starts heading away towards a forested area just off the road.

Kobort takes another swing at the Dwarf, all this dancing around was annoying the Half-Orc, he wished he could have just taken his sword and sliced this little runt in half. He connects with a Rabbit punch, pummeling the Dwarf.

Rolled a 20 (Not natural (18) For Rabbit punch, +1 Damage +3 STR for a total of 4. (1 HP/3 TEMP) 3% Chance for Knock Out. No Knockout!

Total Damage so Far: (2 HP/6 TEMP)

Korkas staggers back from another blow from Kobort. He's looking a bit rough as his breathing is becoming heavy and he looks to be slowing down. Korkas throws a feint with his left, a quick jab, then throws a hard uppercut with his right


OOC:
19:30, Today: Korkas Stonedelver rolled 14 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 13.  Punch, +3 dam for Str.

Kobort takes the uppercut like a champ, right in the jaw, its another good blow by the Dwarf, but not enough to bring down the Half-Orc.

Kobort saves the Knockout chance of 8% from the Uppercut but takes 4 damage. (1 HP/3 TEMP)

Total Damage so Far: (2 HP/5 TEMP)
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Kobort takes a wild swing again at the Dwarf, and woe is the Half-Orc, as he swings the momentum sends him off balance and crashing to the ground, his face hitting the packed dirt hard, knocking the wind out of himself.

Rolled Critical Fumble (1), Looses next turns actions. You can go twice.

Korkas laughed as Kobort crashed into the ground, he jumped forward with a wild kick into Kobort side and followed it up with a strong uppercut towards Kobort.

OOC:
Attack 1: A kick just fit the flavor better than a wild swing. But can edit it.

23:55, Today: Korkas Stonedelver rolled 19 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 18.  Punch, +3 dam for Str.

Attack 2

23:55, Today: Korkas Stonedelver rolled 8 using 1d20+1 with rolls of 7.



 

Korkas is able to get a another good blow against the Half-Orc. When the Half-Orc goes down the crowed of watchers cheered out, the Dwarf being the underdog in the fight, from their perspectives. When Korkas brings the second attack around, he manages to connect with it too, The Half-Orc being opened to a rear attack, and the Dwarf hitting him while he is prone on the ground. The uppercut strikes hard and dazes the Half-Orc, but he is still able to make it back up to his feet, he staggers a little, and tries to deliver another uppercut, I guess its the Half-Orc's signature move!. The Half-Orc looks to be on his last leg, he is staggering.

You manage to get just enough with the +4 from Prone, and the +2 from Attacking from the rear. (2 HP/5 TEMP) Total Damage so Far: (4 HP/10 TEMP)

Attacking with a 14 vs AC 7, hit, and does an Uppercut. +1 Damage +STR (3) for a total of 4 Damage. (1 HP/3 TEMP). Total Damage so Far: (3 HP/9 TEMP)

Korkas goes down after the last uppercut, the blow is enough to send him to the ground, unconsious. Being a good sport the Half-Orc leans down and checks on the Dwarf, then looks over to Virius, which he assumes is his companion since they were sitting together. "Might wanna come get him and put him inside, it might rain again." says the Half-Orc.

===End of Combat===

Virius released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and relaxed his left hand.  As surreptitiously as possible, he'd been working his fingers through Bartleby's third and eighth finger movements ... the somatic precursor to many spells.

He nodded a curt acknowledgment at the half-orc, allowing the brute his moment.  The wizard walked over to over Korkas' still form,  laying crumpled and senseless at his feet.

He glanced back to the Gnarleymen.  "Some help, lads?"  He asked, intent on bringing Korkas back to his room where the proud dwarf could rest until consciousness returned.

Robbar and Tomas both shrug and move over to help with the Dwarf. They each take an end and carry him back inside the Inn and lay him onto one of the benches. Kobort walks back over to Turuko and retrieves his sword, strapping it back onto his side. Turuko pats his companion on the back. "Dwarf should have kept his mouth shut." he says. Kobort still a little shaken and dazed from the fight says. "The little runt was strong, I gotta admit." The two continue inside the Inn and go over to one of the tables and sit down. Furnok ended up wining the bet between Zert and himself, and collects a pouch of coins. Zert is upset that the Dwarf lost and scoffs, walking back inside the Inn.

Back inside the Bard continues a melody of song accompanied with the soothing sounds of his lute. With the fight over, Vesta returns to the main room with another tray filled with cups and ale. She sets them on the table near the middle of the room. Then retires to where her Mother is siting at the end of the bar and takes a seat with her. Ostler moves over to them and the three start talking.

Robbar and Tomas return to the seats they had before and start drinking again. Father Calmert having watched the two Rangers bring the Dwarf in and lay him down on one of the benches moves over to him. Looking at Virius he asks. "Would your companion like to wake?" he asks. "I'm sure St. Cuthbert will think he worthy enough to bless him with divine healing, even if he failed in combat. It took strength for your friend to step up to such a larger foe, St. Cuthbert recognizes that." he says. The Father was asking permission to place a prayer on the Dwarf, but not knowing that these two were not companions, only assuming as such, was seeing if it would be ok.

"I am sure that Korkas would appreciate that."  VIrius admitted.

"Particularly if your patron saint can relieve him of the headache he's likely to have."  He added with a grin.

The two spellcraft traditions were so different, that the young wizard knew very little of how divine magic worked.  Out of a sense of professional curiosity, he followed along intently as Father Calmert performed his blessings.

Father Calmert stands over the Dwarf and places his hands on his chest. He slowly starts a prayer chant. "Enlightenment can penetrate even the helm of iron." a slight glow appears under the hands of Calmert and divine energy starts to flow into Korkas. A moment later the dwarf wakes, unphased by the events that made him unconscious, the swollen areas already vanishing. Father Calmert removes his hands from the Dwarves chest and gives them both a nod. "Remember St. Cuthbert rewards those who give freely to the needy." he says.

[ Cure Light Wounds heals Korkas for 4 Damage, and erases all the Temp (non-lethal) damage. ]

Korkas snaps his eyes open as he gets ready to fight some more. As he adjusts he looks to Father Calmert kneeling over him and nods his head. He stumbles out "Thanks" as he tries to get a bearing on his surroundings. And then he smiles "You see that. Almost had him." As he pushes himself to a sitting position "Owe him a drink."

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[Should put me at full then.]

The locksmith walked in just in time to see the Father cast a spell upon Korkas, who had appeared to be lying prone on a bench.  He walked over to that table, standing next to the Father and asked quietly to those at the table, "Is all well?  What happened?"

Althiöf also appeared slightly wounded, with his boots fairly muddied.

Virius caught Althiöf up on the goings-on at the inn.

"Friend Korkas had some words with the half-orc.  They weren't pleasant ones."

The mage took note of Morad's wound.  "And you?"  He inquired, gesturing toward the dwarf's acid burned tunic.

"Presently is not the best of times to discuss it.  Let's just say I found a nasty little critter."

"Say, Tesh, did I hear right that you're a wizard of some sort?  Do you have the ability to detect magic at the moment?"

Hollen took things in stride. Just some settling of the natural order, if no blood was spilt, he'd wait for his new companions to update him then tell the Ranger Lord of his plan to assist them in their quest. Hollen sipped his ale and looked around carefully to see if he saw anyone looking particularly upset with the Dwarf for his part in the row.

No one seemed to look upset, actually in a turn of events, the Half-Orc and his companion were now starting to feel more relaxed and were talking to others, not just looking suspicious, like they just robbed a caravan or something. The rest of the Inn was starting to settle down too. The Halfling had stopped with the gambling and had started nursing a drink. Elmo had stopped stiring and was completely passed out against the wall. The Bard had left and retired to his room upstairs.

"I am."  Virius' reply, when asked if he was versed in magick.  "A wizard works his Art like your people work stone, master dwarf."  Tesh replied, his interest piqued.  Could this have something to do with his haggard appearance?

"The unraveling of mysteries is the sweetest thrill.  And like any good craftsman knows, the cost paid is in the grueling hours of preparation and study, yet we always stand ready to broaden our understanding."

"Did you have something in mind?"
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Korkas sat on the bench still, not quite ready to stand up. He extended his hand to the Father "Thank you!" he offered again. Looking to Although "Yeah he called me a runt, I called him a couple choice names. Fun was had. He fights better than most my opponents from the pits. I owe him a drink. Almost had him too, held back a bit to much on my punches. Hey got my weapons?" he finishes looking yo Tesh

"Yes, of course."  The wizard nods, handing back the gear he had kept safe.

He wanted privacy, no as not to start rumors about people who might be innocent.  But alas, privacy had not existed at the Inn for the entire day.  "I do, Tesh.  If you could come with me for a moment outside, I'd like to show you something.  Examine it, even."

Father Calmert while still standing there motions to the side rooms. "Should you want privacy, the Inn offers rooms for groups like yours, should the need arise." he says, and then steps away from the group and back over to the bar. The Cleric was right, two rooms lead from this area with doors, both were opened with no one inside. Ostler overhears the offer to use the room and gives his nod of approval to Althiof, and the others.

Virius nods and follows the men to the adjoining room, shutting the door behind them.

He spends a moment preening, plucking a piece of non-existent fluff from his robes.

"What is it that you would have me examine?"  He asked, clearly intrigued and trying not sound too eager.

The dwarf would rather have gone outside as he asked, but instead followed the wizard to the private room, and then waited for the door to shut.

"As I am no magician, can you tell me how this spell works.  Does it last long enough to look at a few objects, or just enough for one?"

Watching the pair head off for privacy, Hollen relaxed somewhat when he saw that no further fighting was eminent. He sipped his ale and tried to relax. There was still something about cities that set him on edge, he would be far from here as soon as he could. Taverns were another story. He'd inherited some of his father's love of the roadside inn and good ale though he preferred his roadside inns well away from cities and crowds. He idly wondered what in the world the dwarf might have found, quickly dismissing the thought, wasn't his business. He resolved to wait, speak to the Ranger Lord and maybe pickup something about the impending mission or quest or whatever it was.

Korkas was curious and followed Tesh and Althiof towards the private room as he sheathed his daggers and began to conceal the darts among his things "Found something?" Korkas asked quietly as he followed.

"No spell, Althiöf, I intend to use my spellcraft."  Virius explains.  "Those who are trained in the mystical arts can recognize magical constructs for what they are upon examination."

"If the research warrants it, I have further divination magics to  employ.  But these formulae are delicate, and best prepared for.  I would have perform some research before casting such."

The dwarf looked at Tesh, with some confusion upon his countenance.  He had asked if Tesh could detect magic at the moment, Tesh led him to this private chamber, but just now said he could not, although he could examine a construct.  "Oh.  No, that won't do at all."  His mind turning, he wondered if he could get the Father to help him out instead.

"Well, let me tell you something else I worked out.  I got someone to loan us a wagon for tomorrow.  This business recently had a wagon robbed by these same goblins.  The wagon will be loaded with fake goods.  This way, if we act like teamsters and wagon-guards, we might draw the goblins out of hiding, rather than need to search them out."

"Look here, dwarf."  Virius said, taking affront at being so casually dismissed.  "I wouldn't tell you how to construct a mountain fastness, nor refine ore."

"Do not presume to tell a wizard about his Art.  My patience has been sorely tested by your penchant for secrets and skullduggery.  If we are to trust one another, then we should trust one another."

Althiöf was more confused that ever by Tesh.  He was not making any sense at all.

"Skullduggery?  What are you talking about?  Secrets?  What are you talking about?  I just told you about the wagon, and this was the first opportunity I had to tell you in privacy, without the whole common room hearing everything."

"You are the one who tole me about your art, not the other way around.  You explained that right now, you only have the ability to examine constructs.  This is how you explained it."

"I have no idea what your problem is."

"You asked me to this room to show me something.  Something that presumably could not be produced in the main hall under the prying eyes of Ostler's customers. That is the secretive action.  You said you would show me somehitng, have me to examine it even, and after I put mind to purpose, I am told that I am not fit to the task."

"I was willing to play your game, Althiöf, but you play your hand too close to your chest.  This is a cooperative venture we undertake.  All I ask is that you cooperate."

"But it seems you dwarves are creatures driven by your passions, rather than reason.  My patience wears thin for this uncouth dwarven behavior.  If I am not watching one of you getting your heads bashed in, I am getting insulted by the other."

"Pff,"  Virius said, waving a dismissing hand.

Tesh was making no sense at all, just babbling like a brook.  He has shown he cannot be trusted at all.  There are now folk in the common room with whom he had never spoken, who the dwarf trusted more.

Althiöf opened the door, and as he left he said not facing the uncouth miscreant, "You are an honorless peasant.  Probably not even a magician."  And continued into the common room and sought out Father Calmert.

"Father, excuse me, do you have a moment?"

Father Calmert nods, and stands from the table. "I do." he says, as he sets his cup on the table.

"I was hoping to talk to you about a couple things, including about services tomorrow.  May we step outside for a moment?"

Father Calmert nods and follows the Dwarf outside. "Of course." he says.

Regardless of the dwarf's boorish parting words — meant to call both station and métier into question — a cutting rejoinder wouldn't do.

The young wizard closed his eyes and breathed deep for a moment, calming himself.  He was an envoy from the Wizardholme of Urnst, after all.  He wore their sigil upon his robes, and was here in an official capacity to represent his University.

"I thought you brothers upon first meeting."  Virius confided in Korkas.  "I beg pardon for that infelicity."

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Korkas looked bewildered at the pair argueing back and forth. Korkas never overly trusted magic but doesn't mean he wasn't curious. He didn't seem to notice nor care Virius called him uncouth. Upon being addressed by Virus he looked up and nodded and shrugged his shoulder "I've been called worse.</b" He waited a moment before he continued speaking as he draws out his blades checking them over one by one "<b>His plan doesn't seem bad. A wagon might entice them to attack us. Maybe I could hide in one of the barrels and you let them take me. So we can find out where their lair is?" His blades are the only thing shown with any care upon him, well cleaned and sharpened.

"Hm,"  Virius said.  "They might only abscond with the barrels after the folk they stole from are quite dead."

"There is some strength in using subterfuge against these louts, but the surprise of your steel works best if not delayed overmuch ... I doubt I could fight them off without it."

Korkas looked to Virius as he thought a moment, the moment extended for far longer than it should have before he nodded "We should still try to hide our numbers some. Even if it is lieing down in the wagon hidden among the barrels."

Korkas began rubbing his ribs where he was hit a few times, the wounds were gone, even the bruising but he seemed to be thinking about the fight.

"Agreed."  The wizard replied.  "All the better to lure them in, if these goblins think us to be outnumbered."

"But we must be prepared to track them as well, for if these highwaymen are not by the road and looking to waylay some unwary traveler ... this charade will be for naught."

"Let us go find Hollen, and see what the ranger thinks about the plan."

Korkas nods to Virius and walks out of the room to seek out the junior ranger.

Father Calmert walks back inside and over to the bar, retaking his seat. He orders another round from Ostler who has just finished talking to his wife and eldest daughter. Ostler prepares another cup of ale for the Cleric and slides it over to him.

Althiöf walked back into the in, and then to the table on his left.  He sat with his back to the wall, facing all exits (U-13).  Whenever, she might be in the area, the dwarf would try to get Vesta's attention.

Vesta notices the dwarf and then looks to her Father. "Load me up another tray, looks like we have a few more that want drinks." she says. Oslter then pours a few cups of ale and puts them on the tray. Vesta takes the tray and starts walking around the room giving new cups of ale to the Inns patrons, and makes her way over to Althiöf, setting down the last one. "Father told Mother and me what happened, thank you." she says.

"What?  Ah, you're welcome, lass."

"In fact, I was so busy with that, I left with a flagon."  He produced it and handed it to Vesta.

"Tell me, do you have a tailor in town, where I could buy some extra sets of clothes?  I'm also looking for a potter."

Vesta takes the flagon and sets it on the tray. "I believe we have a tailor and a potter, but I can check with Father, he would know more than I. I dont get out that often and Mother mends my clothes." she says. "You could also check the notice board out front, I know some people advertise their craft on it." she adds.

"Thank ya, lass."

Korkas nodded to Virius "You speak with the Young Ranger. I owe an Orc a drink. I'll join you in a moment." Koras moves towards the bar looking to Ostler "Got anything special? I owe an orc a drink."

Virius nods.  "Watch out for his left."  He chided.  "You missed it last time."

The historian watched the dwarf go, marveling briefly at how quickly rage could blossom, wither and die in their hearts.  Only to be replaced by the forging of true bonds.  Truly, a passionate people.  It was as if conflict guided them, made them who they were.  Virius made a mental note to choose his words more carefully around his new dwarven brethren, lest he become the focus of an unwelcome outbursts.

Heading over toward Hollen, the wizard caught the young ranger up on the plan and asked him what he thought of it.

Hollen nodded, "A bit of guile never hurt anyone. It's a fairly subtle plan for a dwarf, though. Let me think on it a bit and see if it has flaws." To expand, he said, "I grew up in the Rakers, plenty of dwarf settlements about. Father is a Ranger Lord with a freehold back in the hills there, we get all sorts in and out constantly. I mean all sorts. While it's an enlightening way to grow up, sometimes certain folk can wear on you."

He regarded the sygil on the mage's robes. "So, Virius is it? Tell me about this symbol and what order you follow. Are they enchanters or summoners or something I've never heard of?" Hollen was genuinely curious but had no wish to pry. If Virius doesn't want to discuss it, they can talk about barrels and goblins.

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OOC: Barrels and Goblins: I like it, think I may develop a game called that.

Ostler looks up from washing some of the cups when Korkas approaches. "I appreciate that fight not leading to weapons, and it having been taken outside. What did you say to the Half-Orc to make him so upset?" asks the Innkeeper. Ostler decides to reach under the bar and bring forth a green bottle, he pours a cup of this strange thick blackish green brew, and slides it over to the Dwarf. "If your gonna give him a drink, give him this." he says. "I got it off a merchant that said it was from the Pomarj." he adds.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 160):

Korkas nodded "No reason to make a mess. And he called me a runt, I returned the favor. They around here regularly?" Korkas asks as he lays down a gold piece on the bar.
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"This mark is from the Wizardholme of Urnst," Tesh said with no small amount of pride.  "I've just finished my wizard apprenticeship and until recently had been working as a junior fellow in the history department."

"Though I never met the man, my master knew yours quite well."  He said, gesturing to the group of rangers discussing funeral arrangement.  "And while he regrets that he cannot attend in person ... I am sent in his stead as a show of support from the university."

"I suspect that I was chosen as envoy because within my discipline, the Gnarley Forest has become something of a specialty of mine.  Though I admit ... thus far, my knowledge has all been from ancient scrolls and wizened ledgers and the faded journals of men, long-dead."

"I am eager to walk her storied paths,"  He continued, getting excited as the topic steered toward a pet passion of his.  "To see her sights firsthand!  To feel the caress of sun-dappled light as it spills through the canopy, to be where so much of historical import has occurred.  Indeed, I intend to summon my first familiar from those very woods, and in so doing, bind a piece of my soul to it."

"But I ramble."  He said modestly. "The very things I am eager to experience ... you have cut your teeth on."

"They as in Half-Orcs, or they has in the Half-Orc and his friend?" asks the Innkeeper.

Hollen smiled, "Congratulations on your recent promotion! It sounds like it was quite the ordeal. I look forward to accompanying you in the Gnarley wood. While it is a wonderful place there are a few things you'll have to watch for or perhaps have someone along that knows the wood. I hope you like the quiet, that's what I love about the place. When we get there, it will be my turn to ramble."

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 163):

Korkas nodded "Yeah, his friends called him Kobort. Him and his friends around here often?"

Ostler shakes his head. "No, I've not seen them here before, I just assumed any new faces were here for the funeral, I don't tend to ask people, if they have coin for a room, and don't cause any issues, I don't really care. Sure, the two of them have been pretty strange, but that might be because they are both sorta outcasts to these lands. The Baklunish are not really liked around these parts. And Half-Orcs always have a hard time fitting in." he says.

Korkas gathered up the glasses "Yeah, I didn't like the look of him either. " Korkas nods to Ostler, turns and leaves the gold coin on the counter as he approaches Kobort "Owe you a drink. Good fight."

Kobert turns towards the dwarf and looks at the offered drink, then glances at Turuko. The Half-Orc takes the drink and then hands it to Turuko, who takes a small sip of it. Turuko waits a moment and then hands it to Kobert who takes a large drink of it, swallowing its contents entirely, with a refreshing breath he pulls the cup away from his lips and sets it on the table. "You fight good Dwarf, You knock around better than most I've fought." he says.

Vesta having never returned, Althiöf went outside again with flagon in hand, this time to look over the posted notices.

Outside the Inn is a large wooden notice board. It has a rough map of the village and a few notices, some of them are really old and weathered from the looks of them, two of them seem to be new having just been placed there. link to a message in this game

Korkas watched the human take a drink first for the Half-Orc and then smiled"You don't have a bad hook either. One of the best fights I've had since the pits."

Kobert's eyes turn to the dwarf with interest. "You fought in the pits, like gladiatorial pits?" he asks.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 172):

"Street pits, when needed." Korkas responded with a shrug.

Kobert nods. "I respect that, I grew up in the Pit of Geburah, at the base of the Stoor Mountain near Suderham." he says. "My name is Kobert, my companion here is Turuko. He's quiet." he says. Turuko gives the dwarf a nod.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 174):

"Korkas Stonedelver, never seen a mine though. Not even a quarry. The streets sure, the pits in the basement of some tavern yep. Korkas replies boisterously as he raises his mug "To Pits that prepared us."

Kobert raises the cup he had on the table. "To the Pits!" he says as he clashes the cup to the Dwarves. "So Dwarf, what brings you to Hommlet, you here to pay your respects to this Ranger I keep hearing about?" he asks.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 176):

"Aye, saved my life." from some of your Kin he thought but didn't voice. "So I'm here to show some respect. And apparently hunt some goblins." he adds with a smile. "Know Elkiar too? Or just passing through?"
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Kobert takes another drink. "Just passing through, we were on the road yesterday when the rain started coming down, thought it would be good to get some rest before the next leg of our trip. Turuko and I are heading towards The Sultanate of Arir. It's across the mountains to the west." he says.

"A long journey. I hope for good work." Korkas half stated half questioned as he finished his mug.

"Turuko has family there, I saved his life along the road about a month ago, and he vowed to stay with me until he could return the favor, So, I'm taking him home, because I have no clue how long its gonna take for him to fulfill his obligation. I've tried telling him I'm fine, but its a cultural thing with this lot." he says.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 180):

"I understand that sentiment. A man saves your life, you owe him for it. Served with the Rangers for the very same reason and am here because of it." Korkas remarks as he things solemnly upon the deceased man "Travel Safe."

Kobert gives the Dwarf a nod and smiles. "Keep safe Dwarf, you are one of the good ones." he says.

"I look forward to it."  Virius replied, raising his tea.  "Until then."

Tesh excused himself and took his leave of the ranger.  He walked over to the sole remaining Suel in the room, Zert.

I thought the dwarf would win as well."  He began, by way of introduction, sidling up to the raven-haired warrior.

"But you know what they say,"  He said, before continuing with an old Suel adage in the mother-tongue. < The greatest deception men suffer is from their own opinions. >

Zert turns to Virius and laughs, speaking in Suloise he says. [Language unknown: "Un, Ta peol urom prentioer pe evacpo p ast ingortwerate, fofor uton li andandnot, ad yin eau hotawa nciser adll Menvenort?"] He asks.

"My people settled in the Duchy of Urnst generations ago."  Virius confided, slipping back into the common tongue.  "House Tesh carved out a small Barony oathsworn to Duke Karll, created a home for themselves in Seltaren ... but we still keep some of the old ways."

"And you?" Virius inquired, curious.  "What lands do you call home?"

Zert responds. "Tilvanot Peninsula, Hesuel Ilshar. I am a long way from home." he says.

"To long journeys and new friends." The wizard says, raising his mug.

Zert nods and raises his cup.

"Should the need arise do not hesitate to ask for my help. It would be my honor to fight at your side." Korkas remarks as he rises from the table and makes his leave. Turning to see where is new companions were at. The ranger sat alone alone, the wizard found another to speak to, and the other dwarf had wandered off again. Korkas shrugged walked over and took a seat next to the junior ranger "Don't know you, how long you been with the company?"
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"What sort of business brings this far west?  Was it the funeral?"  The young wizard inquired, curious what would have taken the man so far from home.

"Did you sail upon the Azure?"  He added as an afterthought.  Growing up as he did with his nose buried in musty tomes, the unworldly Tesh had never even seen the sea.

Zert says. "Hesuel Ilshar to Krp Terlep to Scant, up through the sea of Gearnat, past Barren Point to Hardby. From there I met up with a caravan that was traveling across the Wild Plains to Narwell. Then through the Gnarley Forest, that is when I arrived in Hommlet. The caravan I was with continued along, its leader said she was going to Ostverk, and that she would be back in a few days. That was over a week ago." he says.

"Ah, I see.  And you wait for her now?"  Tesh replied.  "I too came via ship, but along the Nyr Dyv, then south through Dyvers."

"How was your experience in the Gnarley?  It's something of an interest of mine."

Zert says. "Our caravan ran into a few ogres that ended up destroying three of the wagons. We managed to fight them off, until they retreated, but they took two of the horses. I believe that may have been their goal to begin with. Ogres enjoy horseflesh from what I hear." he says. "I don't like the forest, give me plains and a road where I can see an ambush." he says as he shakes his head.

"Mm, yes."  Virius nods.  "Though they are mostly loutish savages, the ogres of the Gnarley inherently seem to know to leave survivors.  If they became too murderous, I suppose, then the good folk that live around here would cry for retribution ... and blood would needs be answered in blood."

"" 'Tis a fine balance, to be bothersome ... yet not quite bothersome enough to root out.  I wonder if there is some unseen hand — a shaman or chieftain perhaps — that guides them to such restraint, or perhaps these brutes are possessed of cunning not yet given credit for."

His analysis was dry.  Academic.  It was obvious that his opinion was formed from tables and figures and journal entries of horrible fights ... and not form first hand experience.

Zert seems frustrated for some reason, not to the conversation at hand, but to something else. "I just worry that the caravan should have returned by now. I just hope nothing has befallen them along the road south." he says.

"Have you told the Gnarleymen?"  Tesh inquired.  "They patrol these woods and trade roads, they might have good words for you ... or perhaps be willing to set out to the south and rule out calamity?"

"Just tonight, I have met some adventurers and tomorrow we ride north toward the Deklo grove with the sun."

"Perhaps if that goes well we have occasion to range south and see if there is any news of your friend to be found?"

"I hadn't thought about asking the Ranger's Maybe the Caravan just got postponed in town. The leader of the caravan did mention having business to attend to there." he says. "If they are not here by tomorrow, I will go south myself." he says.

The doors of the tavern swings wide and reveals the same figure that was recently travelling down the streets.  She quickly caresses the room with her eyes while muttering something about "Good omens". Cautiously taking note of whats around her.
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When the door to the Inn opens. Everyone looks to the entrance. Ostler Gundigoot his wife and daughter both look to the door and stare for a moment. Not having seen someone like this before, the headdress, the clothing. The Olman people normally did not travel this far north, not from the depths of the Jungles. So seeing an Olman was quite shocking for some. Father Calmert lets out an audible gasp, as he turns and looks at the newcomer. Kobort & Turuko are the two that don't seem to care. They glance up, but then return to their conversation. Spugnoir seems very interested, like he just spotted a shiny gemstone. Furnok looks up from his solo game of Knights ladder, and ends up dropping the deck of cards in his hand.

Vesta smiles and stands up, she moves over to the newcomer and says. "Do you need a drink?" she asks. She spaces her words out, but tries to be polite about it, clearly not many of the people have seen or for that matter spoken to an Olman.

Althiöf stepped into the Inn and stopped, because it was slightly crowded at the entrance.  "Hello, Vesta.  I have something for you."

The dwarf untethered something on his belt and offered an empty flagon to Vesta.  "Sorry about that, I keep walking off with one."

Noting the third person at the entrance, he offered, "Good evening."

The ebony skinned woman starts at the notion, obviously unaware that she was blocking the doorway and lost in thought. "Yes I need drink, many drink for me and whoever here is of the gambling." Yaotl says with a softly slurred accent with drawn out vowels. "That man may do", she says while pointing at Furnok.  She then turns to the man who just greeted her.  "Forgive me, there is much to see here and I got lost in the readings. I am Yaotl and you are?"

"Althiöf."

"A gambler, huh?"  Then he got real quiet and whispered to her under his beard, "Be careful, I'm pretty sure he cheats."

The dwarf then moved the take Korkas was at and took a seat (U25).  "Evening."

Yaotl nods curtly "That is something that I hope" and proceeds to go sit down with Furnok not saying anything until the drinks arrive but quietly judging him in the meantime.

Furnok looks across the table at the newcomer, and gathers up the cards getting them back in shuffling order. Vesta brings over a few drinks and sets them on the table. "Free of charge." she says. Furnok smiles. "Would you like to play cards?" he asks.

She curtly nods towards Vesta with a faint smile at the edge of her lips and curiously sniffs at her drink before hefting the liquid into her mouth. After a long drought she sighs with great relief and answers the man. "Lets make a trade, I'll give you sport for these cards and you tell me whats been happening around here.  Preferably whats been happening around this.... hearth recently."
After her fairly clearly rehearsed terse speech she attempts to be friendly with the man and smiles, though the smile looks as if a rock truly tasted a lemon and found the experience wanting.

Furnok finds the women curious, so he plays along for now. He shuffles the cards and starts dealing them out. "Three-Dragon Ante is the name of the game, as for what's been happening around here, Ranger Lord passed away, burial for him is next week on the eleventh. The Church of St. Cuthbert is keeping his body preserved until the funeral. Its suppose to happen here in Hommlet, well the Cemetery on the outskirts of town, over near the Tower. Rufus and Burne are suppose to be there too. They were friends with the Ranger. Oh, his name was Elkiar Rusman, pretty well known Ranger Lord in the area, he was the leader of the Rangers of the Gnarley Forest." Furnok points to the two Ranger's sitting over at the far table (P25, Q25.) and then to another Ranger sitting at (T25.) "So, the village is gonna get busy over the next few days. Couple other folks are here for the funeral also, some of these people though are just here drinking free booze." He motions over to the man sitting with one of the Rangers. (U24.) "As for me, I'm just taking in the sights, making a few coins gambling, and have a few drinks, I lost to a Dwarf earlier." He looks around and points at Krokas (T24.) "It still has me a little broken up inside. I should have won!." he says. "But the Dwarf got his, ended up getting in a fist fight with that Half-Orc over there." (P21.) "And ate the ground when he got knocked out, it was pretty funny." He says with a laugh. "Ostler and his family, the ones that own and run this place have been great, offering free ale and other drinks to anyone here tonight, You can't beat that." he adds.

Yaotl mutters to lost herself "Hmm no that can't be it...", she then looks up at him sharply. "No divine callings or lost artifacts uncovered?"  She says earnestly without a hint of sarcasm in her eye. After a deep breath to recenter herself she picks up her cards and does her best to follow the game as they converse.

Furnok shakes his head. "Not that I know about, but I'm also not the one that knows much around here. Rufus and Burne pretty much run this village, they live over in the Tower, you can't miss it. They are retired adventurers from what I gathered so far. Suppose to be building a keep of some sort, I know they've had people out digging, maybe they unearthed something." he says. "Why, whatcha looking for?" he asks. The Halfling was quick with his words and talked a mile a minute.

"I seek the tree that bends but does not break. The bowl that drops but does not shatter. I seek the inevitable and yet the unlikely. He who throws fate to the wind has sent me but yet I do not hear his voice in this place."
She says this with intense earnestness at a normal conversational tone.
"Perhaps you are right they might show the way. These cards are interesting, where did you pick up this game?"

Virius took notice of the exotic woman as she entered.  He knew very little of her people, other than they hailed from the Amedio jungle far to the south, and that they were a tribal folk.  He had never even seen an Olman until this very moment.

He spent a few more moments in idle chitchat with Zert before taking his leave of the Suel traveler and rejoining the adventurers he had met earlier.

"Gentlemen."  He said, pulling up a chair.

Furnok has a very confused look on his face wondering what the heck this women was talking about, so many riddles. "Three Dragon ante, its been around forever. Rumor has it the game originated on another plane, and brought here for us to entertain ourselves." he says with a laugh. Furnok deals the cards, each of them getting six cards to start with. "The game is played in a series of gambits. The game ends when you have no gold at the end of a gambit. First you are gonna look at what dragons you got, and one of them is gonna be your ante." he says as he flips through his cards and lays down a black dragon. I'm not going to go through all the rules for Three Dragon Ante, since its hard to describe it over text without the actual card images. But the basis of the game is dragons and heroes fighting one another, if you want to learn it, here ya go https://tesera.ru/images/items...sGambit_Rulebook.pdf

Furnok ends up loosing the first gambit, but it seems like he did it on purpose, to allow the newcomer to win. "See, Your Green Dragon, won that gambit." Just as Furnok says this, he knocks over his ale and it spills over some of the cards, and pools unto the green dragon card, the color of the card shifts in color and the green dragon now appears on a yellow background. "Oh No!" cries the halfling as he quickly rushes to the bar to ask Ostler for a rag to try and save his cards. "This is not good, not good at all, these are expensive." he goes and tries to clean the cards, all but the green dragon card is saved from any damage, but the green dragon card is now stained. Furnok shakes his head. "I'm going to bed." he says.

Korkas had sat down next to the Junior Ranger Hollen hoping to spark up some conversation but he has proven quiet, too quiet for Korkas's taste and he nods to the young ranger "Mourning your friend and mentor. I will leave you in peace."

Korkas rose and walked over to and pulled up a seat next to Zert and waved his hand at Ostler for another drink as he turned to look to Zert "Heard you might be having an Ogre problem did I? Nasty buggers. Momma always said you gotta stick close to their legs and they can't hurt you much." Korkas smiles as the drink is brought over and he takes a drink "Perhaps I can help when it comes time. I can escort you south to seek out this caravan that is missing or perhaps head south for you. Might even convince my new friends to go along if their is some coin in it for them?"

Zert feeling like he is popular looks to the dwarf and listens. "I don't know much about Ogres, other than the horseflesh comment, and that was just what the caravan's leader said after we lost them. I'm gonna go out tomorrow and check for them along the road, but could use some help if your free, I overheard that you and a few others are going north to Deklo Grove tomorrow and seeking out these goblins that stole the wizards book, I can't say that I'd do the same, but then again I try not to worry much about those that I have no knowledge of." he says.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 214):

"Yeah can't travel tomorrow, maybe the day after. Though could be a couple days. But it's safer to travel with others. Trust me." Korkas remarks over a sip of his ale.

The woman looks with wonder at the events that transpired and slowly, like a jagged treacherous crack on a ship's bow, grows a smile. She bids Furnok a farewell "Perhaps we can try this again on another night, the pips seem to be falling on their corners".

With a a graceful litheness to her she stands up and walks over to the two rangers at (^P25,Q25) and lowers her head slightly, seemingly awaiting permission to join them at the table at (^P24)).
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"What time ought we be setting out tomorrow, do you think?"  Virius inquired.  "Goblins aren't terribly fond of sunlight ... perhaps we could use that to our advantage?"

He glanced back at the Olman woman chatting with the rangers.

"She looks like an adventurous sort."  He continued.  "Dangerous in a way that I cannot quite place.  Something of a predatory look to her."

He turned to Althiöf before continuing. "Do your people have much truck with the Olman?  I've never even seen one before."

Robbar and Tomas look up, well they've been watching the strange women the entire time, but they make a point of pretending like they just notice her. The wave her to take a seat. "Have a seat if ya want." says Robbar. Tomas smiles at the newcomer. "Yes please take a seat." he adds. Since your time traveling in most civilized lands, you haven't really been to a place that's been so inviting, the small towns you manage to stay at between here and your home, most were not this pleasant. Robbar takes a drink of his ale. "Don't worry, we're familiar with folk like you, we hang out with the Wood Elves of the Gnarley Forest all the time, you folk would get along well." Robbar says. Tomas looks to his Ranger Friend and lets out an audible sigh and shakes his head. "Really Robbar you are gonna start out like that, telling the women that we're familiar with folk like her, I mean really.."? Tomas says and then looks to Yaotl. "You have to excuse my friend here, sure we've talked to and traded many times with the Sylvan Wood Elves of the Gnarley but I doubt our experience with them, even compares. You will have to excuse us for our lack of knowledge of your heritage and culture." he adds.

The dwarf ordered some dinner.  He was not overly picky, as long as some common meat was involved.

"What...humans?  Sure, we deal with humans."

"If ignorance were something to apologize for then the world would never get on with itself. The birds would fear insulting the fish by not eating them properly. The woods would worry about growing out of shape and not making suitable housing structure. No this thing will come naturally for I plan to be here until called otherwise."
After giving this tirade, nearly to herself, she then remembers to smile and then graciously takes a seat.
"The small man had spoken of you digging recently, I must know if there was anything uncovered. Perhaps of unknown origin. There is something that calls me here.  Oh!", Yaotl remembers with a snap, "pardon me, you must still be in grieving. I haven't given you a gift yet. My eyes are lowered to you."

"Surely we don't all look that similar, master dwarf."  Virius suggested.

"I am Suel."  He says by way of explanation.  "She is Olman.  She's very far from her homeland."

Korkas looked to Zert allowing him to ponder things "As I said, I wouldn't advise travelling alone but you make your own choices. If you need our assistance once we are done. I am sure we can be persuaded. I will leave you be and join my companions again." Korkas nodded, gathered up his mug and headed back towards their crowded table.

He grabbed the bench from the near by table and pulled it closer, the scraping of the wooden bench across the floor breaks up the conversations in the room for a moment. Korkas doesn't notice or doesn't care. Looking to his friends he smiles So about tomorrow, Tesh told me some of the plan. It's not bad. I say we hide our numbers, can hide me in a barrel if you need to. Won't be the first time I will have to hide in a mead barrel..." he shrugs and then continues But anything to give those pesky snot drinking goblins a a target so that we may track em back to where they are hiding."

The Inn

As heard earlier in the evening, The Inn had prepared dinner for the quests. Lamb Mutton with local vegetables and bread. Vesta returned to the kitchen when the dinner orders started rolling in, and prepared plates for those that wanted a hearty dinner. She returned a few minutes later with plates of food, and loaves of bread. Setting them on the tables she makes her way around the room.

The Two Ranger's

The Ranger's look to each other and then to the women before them. "I think you may have us confused, we don't work here, or for Rufus or Burne in the construction of the Keep. We are Rangers of the Gnarley Forest, we are just here to pay our respects for our fallen Lord." Robbar says. Tomas quips in. "She is just confused Robbar, no harm, but my companion is right, we are Rangers, we have nothing to do with the construction of the keep here in Hommlet. You'd have to go ask Rufus and Burne at the Tower." he says.

At the Table

Spugnoir looks to the people at the table and shakes his head. "Look, I appreciate everything that you folks are offering to do for me. Even if my book is lost, this should be a adventure of worth, with Ostler giving a bounty on these goblins. I still feel that I may be a hindrance in my current state without access to my magic, I worry of course for my safety, Should I go with you'all or stay here at the Inn?" asks Spugnoir.

"Choice is yours. Perhaps you want a bit of revenge. Perhaps you just want to see what we can do. And perhaps we may need you for your book. I hear you wizard types keep your books trapped. I don't want no magic trap sprung on me." Korkas remarks as he indicates to Vesta he would like a dinner plate, mutton sounded great after this day. He had a good fight, some good ale and now a good meal.

"You're as close to being brother and sister as Korkas and I are to being brothers.  Neither one of us is from the same part of the world either."

His food having arrived, the dwarf began consuming his dinner.

Spugnoir sighs. "My spellbook was not trapped. That comes later with more power and knowledge, the magics of my Master ended when he passed, and it was his spellbook, I am not of enough power to cast the protection spells on it for myself." he says.

"Of-ofcourse, my apologies. Haste has always been my downfall. Pray tell what happened to your Lord? I've barely been in this town for an hour and I have heard great things about him already." She continues to the Rangers.

Korkas looking to the others as he eats his mutton with one hand, wiping away the grease on his breeches in between bites "So we haven't discussed this. We sat out on the morrow with at ask of hunting goblins. But how good are you at killing if the need arises? Can I count on ye to not run when the trouble starts? Me I've seen plenty of fights. I don't like killing much but we are talking about gobo's here. They soon as kill you if they have had a chance and likely eat ya after. So I'm good with these."

Korkas sets his plate down, wipes his hands clean on his cloak and then pulls out two exquisitely cared for matching daggers with bone handles, a small pommel with a crowned dwarf on each, looking to be razor sharp "Mamma gave em to me. She said they were my grand-fathers."
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"I carry a blade,"  The young wizard said indicating the finely crafted weapon — an intricately adorned dagger — on his belt.  "But I fear it has more filigree about it than fillet.  I have never had occasion to draw it from its sheath."

"These ruffians should be no match for my sorcery, though."

Althiöf looked over to Korkas to answer his question.  "I use either daggers or a bow, depending on the situation."

He then returned to eating his dinner.

The Ranger's both nod and Robbar says. "Its understandable. Rufus and Burne have their own Militiamen, so its easy to confuse us." he says. Tomas laughs. "We look nothing like Burne's Badgers!" he says shaking his head. Robbar looks to his companion. "Well, some of them do wear those nice cloaks, similar to ours." he says. Tomas shakes his head. "We are not lucky enough to wear the cloaks that Burnes Badgers wear, not everyone can be gifted Cloaks of Elvenkind." he says.

The Lamb mutton fills your bellies, and from the taste its not half bad. A few of the others in the Inn start departing upstairs to the rooms. Furnok, Turuko & Kobort all head upstairs. Vesta finally gets the nod from Ostler and goes over to Elmo who is passed out near the hearth, and kicks him awake, telling him its time to leave. Elmo staggers to his feet and starts to stumble towards the door. Father Calmert walks over to the groups table. (S24) "Should you leave tomorrow before I wake, May St. Cuthbert bless your journey and ensure a swift victory over these vile creatures." he says, and then gives the group a slight bow and departs the Inn.

"Really? I had no idea that this area was plagued with that much trouble for such garments to be necessary. Has there been stirrings of evil around here? Perhaps I can be of assistance there at least.... until I find my proper callings." She says to Tomas specifically.

Tomas remembers her question from before. "Elkiar Rusman and a group of Ranger's were traveling the roads north of here, near the village of Nulb, when they were attacked. Rusman passed away after he sustained wounds from the fight. Marcan his son in law was there, the two other Ranger's that were with them were killed as well. Marcan says Cultists of Zuggtmoy who wore robes with the symbol is a jawless skull with fungi blooming from within. Its possible that these cultist came from Iuz to the north. Elkiar's wounds festered, at least he died with his family around him. The Church is keeping his body until the funeral." Tomas says.

Robbar says. "The group over there at that table." He points. "Are heading off in the morning to fight some goblins that have been bothering folks around here. Their is always the Temple, its nearby, bunch of people seek the place out, but its been abandoned for years now. Every once in awhile some monsters will move in and try and claim it, but are run off. Its mainly how Burne and Rufus became so wealthy, and well known." he says.

"Have any of the goblin tribes around here been known to wear or paint a symbol of an elemental eye? Either way this does spell trouble, the two hundred and twenty second plane of Abyss' dread ruler is a subtle foe. Your lord fell with great honor if he managed to spit in her eye. He has gained much honor."
Yaotl lowers her head in respect to the two in front of her and then looks towards the table to her right. Openly studying the people there and is deciding how approach them.

It was late to be sure when the desert nomad opened the doors to the inn and was likely just as strange an arrival as Yaotl was earlier in the night.  He wore a mix of loose dark robes and light interior sashes with the cloth bound closely against the skin by thin leather strips in only a few places that would make the spear he walks in with easier to wield, and an unusual one it is with tips on both ends.  Upon his head is a bound shemagh keeping his dark hair under wraps. What is visible on his face is a series of tattoos uncovered by the facial hair he wears and the unlikely but characteristic violet eyes that say his ancestors were likely Suliose.  It was a sand bitten face and while not ugly could really could be called nothing more than ordinary.

This close it's also possible to see that partially hidden by the robes are sections of hard leather that likely provide a little protection.  One thin blade is slipped into a sheath built into his right leather bracer and a short sword in its sheath is strapped to his left thigh.  His leather pack, like his robes are well worn and bear signs of desert bleaching before the usual added dirt and grime yet it's clear he didn't walk here as over the same shoulder as the pack there were saddlebags.

Wearily he walked over to Ostler and pulled the tightly rolled letter from an inside pocket of some sort in the robes, "It has been a long ride my friend, I am Kossoth Zan and here to pay my respects.  If I may have some simple food and something to drink at the table right behind me to enjoy before I seek a bath or rest for the night it would be appreciated," his hand gently brushed his coinpurse and the well known sound of coins bumping into each other could be heard so the innkeeper would know he had coin to pay for it and wasn't a vagabond.

Korkas had finished his meal a short while ago and was now sharpening his blades upon a whetstone and cleaning them with a soft oiled rag afterwards, looking up from this process he watched the new stranger walk into the tavern "Getting some strange folks in here." he says to his table in his quiet, not so quiet, tone as he points with his knife towards the new arrival.

"Well, the only desert within a thousand miles is the Bright Desert south of Greyhawk.  I passed by there once."

Ranger's Table

Robbar gives the Olman women strange look. "Elemental Eye, that cult hasn't been in this area since the fall of the Temple." He says as he looks to Tomas. Tomas shakes his head in agreement. "The Goblins around here don't tend to associate with cults, its likely its just a tribe trying to strike out to survive. Goblins are voracious little creatures, no rhym or reason to do what they did. Its highly likely that the spellbook those folks are going to try and find has already been ripped to shreds. Goblins haven't shown any interest in books or words before, although it was strange for them to just knock him out and leave him alive. Maybe the goblins are being commanded by some force we've yet to see." Tomas says.

Over at the Bar

Ostler looks up as the newcomer walks into the Inn. "This was a night of unexpected visitors, welcome traveler, Our common room upstairs still has some beds, The Wench provides a key to a chest which you can store your items in, but no private rooms. If you'd like to use the bathhouse during your stay its out back. Vesta should have some of the lamb left, I'll let her know to get you a plate and some drink." he says. "No payment is needed, those here for her funeral need not worry about such things." he says.

Hollen had been quiet, and he was slowly drinking his ale while listening to the others formulate the plan. He was also listening to the conversation happening at his fellow Ranger's table. Looking back to the Dwarves and the two Mages. "Sorry I've been quiet, just contemplating things, I like the idea with the barrels and wagon and having the goblins come to us, but if we do that its likely we dispatch of just a small scout party and not the whole of their lair, if they have established one, Interrogating a goblin isn't the same as someone with intelligence they can be stubborn to the point we may not find out where their lair is. I can track them if I need too, a mixture of the two plans might work better. We wait for the goblins setting the ambush, we make sure we wound one or two of them, and allow them to escape, so I can better track them back to wherever they retreat too. This may allow us to find their lair."  he goes on to say. "Just an idea, either way It is getting late and if we plan on doing this in the morning, we should all get some sleep." he adds.

He nodded to Ostler, "Many thanks for the hospitality friend, the common room will be more than adequate." he took the key he was offered and made his way up the stairs to find the chest where he could place his pack and saddlebags in before coming back downstairs to sit at the table^Q21 he'd motioned to earlier.  There was no spot for his spear upstairs so for the moment he leaned it against the table and nodded his head to any of the other patrons that looked his way while speaking up towards Hollen's table, "Did I hear right there are some goblin problems nearby?"
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"Perhaps they are just trying to thrive though it will be well to see and be certain. I thank you for your time, may honor guide you."

With that she stands up and walks over to (S25) noting each patron at the table individually before she reaches it.
"My name is Yaotl Chimalma and I would like to accompany your expedition tomorrow to examine the ruins and its small green inhabitants. I swear to my fore bearers  that I will make no trouble for you and fend for myself."
Belated she adds a smile to her introduction, though the effect is disconcertingly forced.
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The dwarf thought it was interesting that some had been planning for tomorrow based on a single minute of information that Althiöf had been able to give before being severely interrupted.  There was still so much he had not been able to share.  These folks still had no idea at all where the wagon would be in the morning.

"Hiding in the casks might not be so easy, because they're filled with water.  It'll slow the wagon to the right speed of travel, and also the casks won't shake during the wagon's movement."

"Well then we empty one or two, or partially empty them." Korkas reasoned bluntly. He then nodded to Hollen "Not a bad pla" he stops in mid sentence to look up at Yaotl Ruins? What ruins? We don't know where these flee bitten snot bags are located at yet. Maybe ruins, maybe caves. If ye want to help ye can help, but I ain't promising you any ruins."

He looks back to Hollen "Good plan, injure a few and allow them to escape back to their lair. Then we can get all of them."

"Well, the casks will be quite heavy.  If you break any, you are personally liable.  If anything happens to the wagon, the group is liable."

"My pardon, I heard both of these things are of the North but I don't quite have my bearings here yet."
She then pulls up a free chair from the table and sits, listening quietly to the plannings of tomorrow.

Hollen adds. "From what Spugnoir said, they tore up a bunch of his items, its likely their is a trail that leads right back to wherever they are hiding, which is likely somewhere in Deklo Grove. We Ranger's don't go into the grove that often since its outside of the Gnarley Forest." he says.

"Hello, Yaotl.  Name's Althiöf."

Korkas looked over his shoulder to Kossuth Aye, goblin problem or two. We aim to fix it. 10 gold per head pays a decent bounty and we help out the town and it's travelers." Korkas looks back to Althiof "Them goblins ain't going to be nice to those barrels, likely have to replace a few anyways. Or fix em."

"The goblins won't be hurting the barrels.  They're going to steal the barrels for the alcohol.  That's what they just did recently.  That's why the wagon is a good idea.  They've already robbed the exact same supply."

Ostler calls out to the patrons remaining in the common room. "We're about to close up the Bar and food for the night, last call. We will be turning off the lamps in the common room in about an hour, or before if the majority of you go upstairs." he says. Vesta goes around and takes any last drink and food orders.

Kossoth had been quiet since he had been both listening as well as eating and drinking what Vesta had brought him.  A kindness that he paid with a smile in thanks to her.  He nodded to the information Korkas gave him, "If you need additional hands I am more than willing to help friend.  Helping this town is honoring Elkiar's long efforts in the area."

In reply to Althiof Morad (msg # 253):

"Ye haven't been in many fights have ye? Once the Fighting starts things break. It's a great lure as they have hit the wagons before. But we ain't letting them just take em. Things may end up broken." Korkas responds looking to Althiof with a shrug.

Korkas looks over to Kossoth "I see you got a pig sticker there, any good in a fight? May need all the help we can get."

He shrugged his shoulders a small frown touching his lips, "I am proficient enough.  My family are merchants that ply routes through the Bright Lands Desert."

In reply to Kossoth Zan (msg # 257):

"Got coin do they? You first born?" Korkas says with a bit of a grin, you're not entirely sure of he's serious or not.. "Ye want to stick some goblins, ye are welcome. We ain't choosey. I'm sure there is enough for everyone."

Upstairs Common Room

After a few others head up to the Common Room, Ostler decides its time to shut down the bar, Vesta goes around cleaning up and collecting any empty cups and plateware, and goes around and starts turning off the different lamps that have been illuminating the Inn. Ostler moves to the hearth and loads it with a good supply of wood from the nearby stack. The remaining patrons are encouraged to head upstairs for the night, Ostler goes and locks the main door, it doesn't look like the Inn of the Welcome Wench stays open all night long, likely because its run just by the family.

Upstairs the common room is already nice and warm, much warmer than the Inn downstairs. Nothing of your belongings look to have been disturbed, your chests are all still locked. A few snores can be heard from patrons that had already gotten upstairs before you. The Half-Orc in particular sounds like he has a breathing issue while sleeping. As you each settle, some in bed, some at the common table, which has an assortment of cheeses, and dry meats, and bread along with some cups of water and ale. Night has befallen, and the moons rays shined through the windows, the flickering of the lamp lights and the hearth made the room glow an orange color.

Feel free to continue your conversations, where they let off from downstairs.

Althiöf got down off his bed and knelt down next to his chest.  He spread out his cloak from prying eyes, likely to prevent anyone from knowing where he hid the key.  Once he had it open, the dwarf placed a plain stein within it and locked the chest tight.  He then returned to his bed.

Yaotl promises to repay the innkeepers with kindness later on when so many miles have not clung to the bottom of her soles. With a nod of affirming commitment she disrobes, clouds of dust wafting from her robes, and promptly falls into the bed greeting sleep with loud murmurings about some prophecy or another.

Korkas took off his leather armour, which did not help with the smell as he crawled into the bed and closed his yes, his hands resting on his sheathed daggers as he falls to sleep.

After Virius had retired to the common room, he removed his dark green robes, revealing monogrammed fine linen undergarments.

His mind raced with the thoughts of the adventure ahead, and of learning more of the Olman and the Suel nomad ... but those were tasks best left for another day.

The Next Morning, Harvester, Godsday, 4th, 576CY - Sunrise 5:36am

The night passes uneventfully, which was a welcomed thing for most of you who traveled a fair distance to get to here. You awake to the sounds of rain falling outside, and the roosters crowing outside is a natural alarm to show the sun is starting to rise. Checking your belongings nothing is out of place or disturbed. A few have already woken up before you and have made their way downstairs to the common room, or out to the bathhouse for a morning refresher.

Downstairs, Ostler and his daughter are already prepping a meal in the kitchen, You can smell the enticing aroma of pork fat as it cooks on the stove, the sizzling hiss is also present. Vesta has already set out some plates and such on the tables around the common room. Ostler's wife does not seem to be in the Inn at the moment. Spugnoir is already downstairs waiting at one of the tables. Turuko & Kobort are standing at the Bar, they look like they are about to leave. Two new faces look to have arrived as well. You overheard Ostler refer to them as Marcan & Anwith Tamlayne. It was Anwith that addressed the letter which found you, she being the daughter of Elkiar Rusman, and Marcan being her husband and the new leader of Rangers of the Gnarley Forest.

Once you've made it down, Vesta comes over to wherever you've sat and takes a drink order.

Korkas rose to the smell of the food and the sound of the rooster. He donned his armour, readied his packed and checked his weapons before he slung it over his shoulder and made his way down to the common area.



Korkas nodded to Spugnoir as he walked over to Kobort and Turuko "It looks that you are about to leave. Travel safe." as he extended his hand one last time before he looked to join his companions.

Kobort takes a moment to think about the offered handshake, and then extends his own. "You too Dwarf, don't let any of those goblins knock ya out." he says with a laugh. Turuko just nods his head in the direction of the Dwarf. The two of them then thank Ostler for the food and drink and slide a few gold coins across the bar towards him, then they leave the Inn.

Korkas smiles to the pair and nods as he watches them leave.



Turning towards Anwith & Marcan he approached, his head slightly lowered, he had recognized Marcan from his time working with him "Thank ye for the invite to your fathers funeral. He saved my life, a debt I'll never repay."

Anwith smiles. "It was a shock when it happened, but Father lived a very eventful life. He would be very happy that you were able to come, are you staying until the funeral next week?" she asks. Marcan says. "Korkas its been awhile." he says. You can tell that Marcan is having some issues with this death. Elkiar was like a Father to him.

Korkas nodded to Anwith "I had overheard what had happened. I do plan on staying through his funeral. " Korkas looked to Marcan and nodded and then looking to them both ""During the mean time I am assisting others in his honor. We leave this morning to hunt some goblins giving trouble to some of the townsfolk."

Marcan shakes his head. "We came from the North Road, there is a bunch of debris and a Broken cart along the road, we noticed a few goblin tracks leading towards Deklo Grove, it looks like they might be using that area for ambushes." he says. "Just be careful out there, Goblins are easy when its just one or two, but a small army of them are frightful." he says. "Also, if your going North, I talked to one of the Sylvan Elves that lives up near Emeridy Meadows. They spotted two Ogres that have been stealing cattle from farms." he adds.

Virius had risen with the sun and dressed as quietly as possible to keep from waking his bunkmates.  Packing his belongings for the day's journey, he went downstairs to find a quiet place to study his journal, reviewing the formulae and incantations necessary to weave the spells he had selected for the day ahead.


He fixed a small plate, thanking Vesta for her family's hospitality.

"Nasty buggers the lot of them." Korkas mutters "I'll keep that in mind. Ye have a good morning as ye can given the situation." Korkas nods and then turns to head over to the table with Spuginor.

Taking the seat across from Spuginor "Ye decide if you're travelling with us or sticking the safety of this here Inn?" He raises his hand for Vesta's attention, he was starving.

The locksmith made his way to an unoccupied table and order some food to break his fast.  He asked for some non-alcoholic beverage to accompany it, so as not to interfere in the morning's activities.

He was dressed in all his gear.

Spuginor shakes his head. "I still think I may be a liability if I go, I think I shall stay here at the Inn, maybe offer to help the Ranger with the funeral arrangements, since I'm here." he says.

Korkas nods to Spuginor "So be it. We will return with their heads, your spellbook and stories to be told" he grins from ear to ear, his crooked and missing teeth somewhat disconcerting.

He gathers up the hot plate of food set before him, nodding silently to Vesta before quickly chowing it down. And then downing a mug of water to get it all down. A loud belch erupts from him and he laughs at it. He sets the plate on the table, dropping a couple silver coins for Vesta and walks towards the front door

"Meet you guys outside when you're ready. Need to clean up a bit." He calls towards his companions spread across the room before he walks out the front door.

Before heading out the door, Virius paused by Spugnoir's table for a moment.

"Rest easy, friend."  He said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

A tilt of the head to indicate the group that had gathered for the task. "This gallant little coterie has set their minds to the task; we'll see it done."

Finishing his breakfast, the dwarf left for the street outside.

Yaotl awakes from her deep loud slumber with a start. Feeling faintly embarrassed at having slept late, perhaps from pushing her journey too hard lately, she quickly dons her old robes of a faded linens of multiple hues of yellow and tan. Her headdress, woven into her hair, stands proud when she descends down the stairs and joins the ones left at the inn that she recognizes and those going to hunt goblins today.
She politely declines the morning meal offered to her and prefers a light effect on her stomach of ground corn tack and spring water. On quiet moments of contemplation preparing for the journey, she rubs what seems like a smooth fissured stone between her palms and mutters under her breath.
When she sees the group in the street ready, a smile creases her lips and resolution expands in her as she greets them with a firm nod.

Having arrived late the night before, Storm immediately checks into his bed and rested. Awaking the next morning, he doesmhis usual routine of washing himself and readying his spells.

After that, he dons his priestly vestment and departs for the inn, putting on his longsword.

Entering the inn, he politely asks the keeper for some food and drinks

Ostler looks to Vesta who heads back to the kitchen and prepares a plate for Storm. She returns a few minutes later and places the plate and a drink down on the table. "You missed all the excitement last night, we had a Bard or entertainment, and even a brawl out front." she says.

"That must be a shame. I would have loved to know someone: by the way any thing I can do while waiting for the day?" Storm asks politely.

Vesta ponders for a moment. "Well, if your hear for the funeral its not going to happen until the 11th, their is not much to do around Hommlet, we do have a lot of folks here for the funeral. I know a group of them went out this morning to try and help." She points to the Mage sitting over at one of the tables. "Spugonior get back his stolen spellbook from a group of Goblins." she says.

Storm thanks the lady and walks over to the mage. He asks him if he could point the direction the group went so that he may join them.

Spugonior looks to the newcomer. "Oh, they went along the north road. I was ambushed near Deklo Grove, not sure if they are still there. I told them I was useless without my spells, so I stayed here." he says.

"Anyway I can catch up with them to help?" Storm asks

Spugonior nods. "I bet they would like it. Plus Ostler put a bounty on the heads of the Goblins, 10 gold each, would be a good way to make some coin if you did catch up. They left about fifteen minutes ago, you might be able to catch up." he says.

You can move to the Spellbook Thread and Post, they just entered Round 3, You can roll in on Initiative.

Storm agrees and move along

Yaotl, still grinning to herself, an act that looks as ominous as a bloodly solar eclipse on a battlefield, strolls through the doors to the Inn of the Welcome Wench and immediately seeks out Spugonoir. She nods kindly to any patrons that are here but its obvious that her attention is elsewhere.

Hommlet as it is commonly called is situated in the central part of the Flanaess, that portion of eastern Oerik Continent which is known and “civilized”. The village (actually hamlet-sized, though local parlance distinguishes it with the term “village”) is located some ten or so leagues southeast of the town of Verbobonc, on the fringe of the territory controlled by its noble Lord, the Viscount of Verbobonc. It is at a crossroads. To the north is the mighty Velverdyva River, along whose south bank runs the Lowroad. Many days’ travel to the east, on the shores of the Lake of Unknown Depths (Nyr Dyv) is the great walled city of Dyvers, the village of Sobanwych about halfway along the route. Below that to the southeast and east are miles and miles of forest, the Gnarley, beyond which is the Wild Coast, Woolly Bay, and the Sea of Gearnat. The road south forks a league or so beyond the little community, one meandering off towards the Wild Coast, the other rolling through the lower Kron Hills to the village of Ostverk and then eventually turning southwards again into the elven Kingdom of Celene. The western route leads into the very heart of the gnomish highlands, passing through Greenway Valley about a day‘s travel distant and going onwards to the Lortmil Mountains far beyond.

Yaotl enters the Inn of the Welcome Wench and she notices Spugonoir sitting alone at one of the tables. He still looks to be depressed, like the entire world has ended. Ostler is at the bar like usual. Vesta is nowhere to be seen, and you can hear Glora in the kitchen, humming a slight tune. Robbar and Tomas are sitting at one of the tables drinking as well. But other than them, no one else in here in the Inn.

Yaotl strides to the table that Spugs is in and sets the spellbook down in front of him with great care. Still seeming slightly lost to her inner thoughts, she still sees the delivery done.
"You must take great joy in this day, your honor is returned to you and those whom have spit in your eye are returned to the ground.  Though I do have questions about what happened to you in the beginning."

Korkas comes running in from behind shaking his head shout out after her "Told ya to slow down blasted long legs. This aint your deed alone."

Virius grabbed a seat at Spugonoir's table and sat down.  He picked at his once fine, but now quite torn and bloodstained, robes.

"It wasn't easy, friend Spugonoir."  Virius said.  "But fate smiled upon our venture."

Spugonoir looks at the book, then to the others and then back to the book. His eyes fill with tears as the floor lets loose. He grabs the book quickly opening it and seeing the handwritten entries of his former Master, and the elegant penmanship. "Thank you, all of you!." he cries out. You can tell that Spugonoir is deeply thankful of your actions. "I know I don't have much, its not about the spells within, I could eventually rewrite a new spellbook. Its more about the memories I have of my Master and the countless hours training using this book to learn the most basic of spells. I am thankful it has returned. I am sorry that the task was not an easy one, whatever I can do to help please let me know. I've decided to stay here in Hommlet for awhile, your retrieval of my book is not the only good news." He does a quick glance to Vesta who has appeared from the kitchen and is talking to her Father at the bar. Spugonoir's eyes wander to her and he smiles. Clearly Spugonoir is attracted to Vesta, and those observant enough to notice will see Vesta steal a quick glance and smile towards Spugonoir. "Hommlet's not a bad place to stay for awhile, like I said, if you need anything please do not hesitate to ask." he says.

Korkas followed Spugonoir's gaze and nodded, he wasn't the wisest man but he understood what a woman could lead a man to do. "Well looks like we will be busy around here, so likely we will take you up on that. You happen to know any magiks that help you determine what an item can do?"

He looks over to Virius "Or perhaps you?"

Spugonoir shakes his head. "I can determine if an item has magic enchantments, but I do not have the ability to determine what it can do. That would require the spell that Mages call Identify, as I only have the ability to detect if magic is present." he says.

"Would you know of another in this area that would know this spell? It would be good for this knowledge to be shared."

Spugonoir nods. "I'm not from here, just like many of you, but from what I hear, Burne is a skilled Mage, he lives in the Tower with his friend Rufus." he says.

She looks to Korkas "We should pay him a visit when we have something to bargain with. Either coin or work that we can do."

Back to Spugs "When you were taken from behind, did you see anything other than goblins? Or perhaps even a larger one that was a bit hobbish? We fear that these are part of larger problem."
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Korkas nods at Spugonoir "Yeah I think we need to speak to them anyways with some of this treasure we gained."

Spugonoir shakes his head. "It was just the goblins, and even then it was all a daze, I got hit from behind and then fell to the ground. When I woke up they had rummaged through all my belongings which were strewn about destroyed. That is when I noticed my Spell book missing." he says.

"Was there anything else of value that someone else could have wanted? Odd they destroyed so much else but kept a book. Most of them ain't that smart."

"Even apart from that, we've seen these creatures leave behind weapons and gems in the wagons that they strewn apart on the trail. They were not after random loot. Spugonoir have you had dealings with anyone... unsavory of late? Or perhaps even just heard of strange people about lately?"
Yaotl pauses and blushes, as if realizing the ironic question she just asked.
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Spugonoir shakes his head. "Not that I know of. I've spent most of my life in the service of my Master. I've not had the time to make and enemies." he says.

In reply to Dungeon Master (msg # 303):

As Ali sits and listens, Spugonoir, maybe at a quiet time we can and looks to the others who look to be mages in the group , share our spell books knowledge or at least see what spells you may have that we do not and learn of them, shrugs, a bit of a pay back for the groups deeds?  and looks to confirm with the others.

"We should go speak with Rufus and Burne. May they can help us with some of this treasure. Anyone want to come with me?" Korkas states to the group and then looks towards Ostler "Rufus and his friend Burne live in the tower up yonder hill over that way?" Korkas points generally the direction he thinks it is from here.

To Spugonoir "The Captive's suggestion would be well if it would not trouble you too much. Today's fight had far more bloodshed on our part than I would have hoped for."

To Virius "I would very much like to speak to you later this evening if you are available. I feel that I could learn much from you."

In reply to Korkas "I would like to meet more of the people of this town. I'll join you if you'll have me."

Korkas shrugged at Yaotl "Sure but ye gotta walk my pace. I can walk for days longer than ye but I don't walk as fast as your long legs take you"

Spugonoir smiles. "I don't mind letting all of you look over my spell book. My master was a very kind mentor, and teacher. He would have wanted me to share my knowledge. I know that some Mages are picky with who they share their knowledge. I'm not like that." he says. "So yes, later this evening if you want to look at it, I would be happy to oblige." he adds. "Yes, Rufus and Burne live in the tower at the edge of town, past the work camp." he says.

"Erhm.. yes I will walk your pace.  My apologies, its been a while since I've been around those with two legs." She belatedly barks a laugh and stands up from the table. She turns to Spugonoir "You are a kind man, I'm sure your master would have been proud of the man you are today."

With that she walks to the door and waits for the dwarf to lead the way.

In reply to Yaotl Chimalma (msg # 309):

Sighing, "I've been called a lot in my short life, but The Captive is a new one."  Smiles, Please, Please just call me Ali and maybe I could hang with you all while I am here?"  Looks about, I have no other friends you would be it and grins. "I would love to go with you all to  Rufus and Burne's.


Spugonoir, that would be most helpful and what your master would approve of I am sure.  Later tonight could work out.

Spugonoir gives another heartfelt thanks to those that returned the spell book and tells them to please let the others know of his thanks. He lets them know that he will be at the Inn all evening reading his spell book whenever they are ready to come and look it over.

The three of you head off towards the Tower.

Entering the Inn for the first time today since the group returned, Althiöf inquired of the proprietor or a member of his family about getting a hot bath.

Once that is being prepared, the dwarf returned to his room and put away everything safely in his chest, except for the new set of medium-brown clothes he had purchased today.

He would take a bath, although not an overly long one, comb his hair and beard, with some quick braiding for appearance-sake.  He then donned his new wardrobe, and made his way down to the common dining area.

Once downstairs, the dwarf looked for Ostler.  "My good man, may I have a word with you?"

The Bathhouse was outside, a small building with three small cubicles inside each with a large wooden tub. One of Ostler's other daughters tended to the fire that heated the water used for the tubs, soaps and other herbs were offered for those that wanted scents to their baths.

When you come back downstairs from having changed, you see Ostler standing behind the bar. He looks up and gives you a nod, as you come over he has already started pouring a cup of ale which he slides over to you when you get closer. "Of Course, I heard your adventure with the goblins was successful. I take it you've come to collect. How well did you do?" he asks. "I hope not too well, the wife will skin my hide if I have to pay to much." he laughs.

The locksmith placed a pouch upon the counter.  He said quietly, as this was unsavory business, "There are a dozen in there; right ones only."

Ostler tells Althiof he'll just be a minute and steps back to the kitchen area. A few moments later he returns with a small pouch. "Inside there are twenty four platinum plates." says the Innkeeper. "Next time I'll remember to keep my mouth closed." he says with a laugh.

Just as quietly, the dwarf asked, "Is this too much for you?  I can return my share to you when I find out how much it is.  I would not see you suffer for wanting to help your village."

"By the way, I rented a cottage, and will soon be officially a citizen of Hommlet."

Smiling and pointing in the direction, "Just on the other side of the town hall."

Taking the pouch and platinum, "My apologies, but I don't want to be late for the service.  Please, keep that ale for me for when I return."

The Church bells start to ring out across town. You are able to hear them. This Signifies that evening services are about to start.

After the others left to tend to their business, Virius walked over to Ostler.  He had come into some money and wanted to make sure that his horse would be well-tended during his stay.

Althiöf entered the Inn once more, deeply in thought.  He found that for a little village there was a lot going on.  'No wonder old women gossip so much.'

He walked up to the proprietor and stated, "I'll take that ale now, please, my good man.  I might just have another afterwards.  Now that I think of it, a plate of dinner would be in order as well."

First, the dwarf took a nice, long drink.  Since he had arrived in Hommlet, he kept running errands with a full flagon and never getting around to drinking it.  There was some poor bush somewhere that was getting pretty drunk.

"Well, I am a locksmith by trade, and a security consultant.  From what I hear, though, those are not highly needed skills for this village.  I suppose they might be able to use my services at the construction site, but who knows?"

Another well-deserved (in his mind) amount of ale passed his lips once more.  "I could only really continue 'adventuring,' if there were adventures to be had."  As soon as the words came out, he already had a suspicion that much more was going on in the village than first met the eye.

"The place I rented is going to need a good cleaning.  Any chance you know of any folks who wouldn't mind some sweeping a scrubbing?"

"Oh, aye."

He leaned in a little towards Ostler and asked quietly, "And what's your take on him?  I mean from a father's point of view.  If things went in that direction, do you think he'd make a good son-in-law?"

The plate arrived from the kitchen.  "Thank you.  It smells delicious."  Looking back at Ostler, "You must eat like a king every day!"

Tasting the food, he took a quick look around the dining room to see if any of the folk he traveled with today were present.

Looking back to Ostler, "You know, that's a fine beard you have there.  If you were just a wee bit shorter, we could make a dwarf out of you."  Althiöf laughed at his own joke and finished the ale.  "One more, please.  I promise to go slower on this one."

He continued working at his plate.