Hmm, Alban makes a good point, so Hoot bobs his head to indicate understanding. "Laaaand-dwellers!" Hoot can't really breathe underwater.

Speaking of tritons, Hoot asks "Anyone seen one of the tritons?" To Erret, Hoot mimics an explanation: "I'm Lestros. If you spot some of my people patrolling the beach down south, that would be my mom's team. She's the captain, Peryn. We'll come find you tomorrow, at your village!"
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"Has anyone seen the Triton representative here in town?  According to Lestros they might be able to pass messages to Peryn about this matter."

"Oh! How could I forget such a thing! There is a Triton named Peryn looking for you all right now. As the embassy hasn't been finished yet, she is in the drawing room, just over there," Smith says, knocks on his desk, and gestures, in the direction of the drawing room. A nearby assistant makes eye contact with smith, nods, and says with a proper "customer service" smile, "I shall escort you, sirs and madams."

In reply to Erret Smith (msg # 273):
Krivcrath gently reminds Mr. Smith, "So, about my employment, I hope you noticed that I agreed to your terms. Could you tell me where to report?"

"You will report to the northwest watchtower, once you have a full group."
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Azu ran up to where everyone was meeting. "Your star is here. I am ready for my part. Huzah!" Then she looked around. "Were is the Super Awesome SEXTENT of Destiny!?" Followed by required Animae Girl pose.

Anreyela heads over to the drawing room to meet Peryn.

Hello Peryn,  we met some of your kind on the beach last night.  They found a whale which had beached itself which we helped get back into the water.

The tough-looking triton woman smiles, "Oh, yes. Lestros told me about you! Beached whales are a serious problem for our beach patrols. They draw all sorts of dangerous scavengers. Plus, they're just plain pitiful, the way they look at you, all helpless and everything. You done a good thing, you and your friends. Since you made our jobs easier, the men and I decided you deserve this!"

She holds out a small, but heavy sack. It clinks with the familiar sound of coins.

Taking the bag

I will make sure everyone gets their share from the effort, we appreciate it.

Also we fought a hag name Fishbone Sally as she called herself.  Some have suggested that she might have had a lair or home with more stuff.  Not sure if you would be interested in having someone take a peek and splitting anything found?  We found her claiming her pet was lost (insert description of location on patrol).

I suspect that we will be doing another patrol tonight.  Any information on the shore line you think we should know or look out for?

Alban follows Anreyela into the other room and listens to the conversation between Anreyela and Peryn. He interjects, "Have you heard for this Fishbone Sally before or any of her conven?  Should we be expecting more hags along the southern coast areas?"


18:47, Today: Alban rolled 17 using 1d20+2.  persuasion check.

18:47, Today: Alban rolled 14 using 1d20+5.  investigation check.

18:46, Today: Alban rolled 8 using 1d20+4.  insight check.



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"Fishbone Sally? Thought she was just a tall tale we used to scare our children! You killed her, I take it? We'll see if we can find where she lairs. There are many underwater caves down there that have never been explored. I'd wager there are no other hags in the area now, but if one discovers she's dead, she may take her territory. As for the shore, you're not really supposed to be there, its well outside your patrol route, but since you've been so helpful, I'll give you some advice. First, there are many places on the south shore where the sea is frozen. Since it is covered in snow, it is practically impossible to tell where the land begins and the sea ends. But due to the occasional underwater magma vent, the ice is thin in places. For this reason, I'd suggest simply avoiding the south shore. If you fall through thin ice, you won't last long. Aside from that, watch out for polar bears. They're deadlier than the brown bears common in the forest. Also, if you ever see hundreds of crabs gathered on the beach at once, don't disturb them. They can be quite aggressive, and while the individual crab may not hurt much, hundreds can kill even a seasoned warrior."

Thanks for the Information we will keep that in mind for future patrols

The sack she handed you contained 25 gold coins.

The minstrel trudged along the path. His feet were sore, his clothes damp and soiled from days on the road, and his belly complained from a meagre diet of jerky, tack biscuits and dried fruits, He’d managed to forage the odd apple and berry along the way, but apart from that he’d had to make do with trail rations since departing for the north.

A new chapter, he’d told himself. New opportunities, new patrons, new women! Seemed like such a good idea when he departed, but now he was cold and hungry, and in need of rest. And a bath! Gods, he must stink more than an ogre’s armpit! Surely it couldn’t be much further now?

He carried on with his trudge, one soft boot rising and falling in front of its companion in a steady, rhythmic motion. As the hours wore by he crested a ridge and finally his dark mood broke. In the distance he saw the first signs of civilisation he had spotted for many days, smoke rising from chimneys. He shielded his eyes from the midday sun, plotting a route that would take him to his destination. Before long he would be at Smiths’s Gambit!

His pace quickened as he headed towards the newly growing town, a merry tune escaping from his lips. What would he find there? What adventures? A new place always brought new opportunities. Maybe this time he would try to avoid upsetting the husbands, but the married ones were always so much fun!

As he rounded the final turn and approached the edge of town his mind wandered to one final thought. New town, new name. Something heroic, something that would appeal to the punters. A bird perhaps? Crow? Eagle? No, Raven. A Moonraven perhaps? Yes, that would do perfectly!

Now, to find a tavern? Anywhere for a warm bath, a hot meal and a soft bed, and maybe some companionship if the Gods were feeling friendly.
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Smith's Gambit has no tavern yet, but the inn has a common dining area.

Elisar looked around. The settlement was small but growing, With evidence of labourers going about their tasks and building new homesteads all around. As his sharp eyes scanned he quickly identified the most likely option for the local watering hole. As he approached he spotted the sign... The Frosthide Inn.

Stopping outside he straightened his clothes, shook out his cloak and scraped some dirt from his boots. With that he opened the door and steeped inside.

——> To Frosthide Inn
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Izayah arrived back in town after his mapping journey with Galenna Keenbellow. He looked around slowly. Things had changed a bit in the days they'd been gone. First, he needed to go see about his cabin.

But then...he went to look at the job board again. He would need more money soon enough, especially since he wanted to learn how to craft some things.

Seeing the intriguing job that was all anonymous and mysterious, one eyebrow rose up. He stepped back outside and began to circulate word he was looking for experienced people to join him to see what the mystery and 'invaluable reward' was.

Izayah would be happy to hear from Smith that his cabin is finished. He is given a key and a copy of the deed, which shows the address. There is still only one main road in town, the same one that leads all the way back to Alemakia, so it's easy to find.

Wightvane also returned to claim ownership of his new cabin, and otherwise had very little in the way of preparations to make before it was time to head back out on another adventure.

After he finished speaking to Galenna he gave the little woman a moment with her group. Once they were done he approached. "Welcome back everyone! And to you miss," He looked toward the barbarian. "Welcome to Smith's Gambit! I'm Erret Smith, the governor here." He gave a big welcome to the newcomer and then continued. "The town has grown a bit since you've gone. We now have an Inn and many houses are being built. I also hear that we have an apothecary shop run by two of the newcomers to Smith's Gambit. I'm proud to see everyone taking such part to help our little settlement grow. It is quite something to see." He showed a proud smile then turned his attention back to the muscular woman before him. "Now then onto business. You wish to help broker a peace between us and your tribe I hear. I'll admit I'm always happy to gain new allies, especially those from the Rimewood itself."

——> from Frosthide Inn

Elisar stepped out into the afternoon sun. The air was chill but thankfully there was no wind. He wrapped his cloak around his body and began to walk. Sticking at first to the main strip he tried to identify what this town had to offer. He spied a range of stores selling goods, mostly functional items for builders and explorers as well as food items, nothing that immediately took his fancy.

Then he spied a noticeboard that intrigued him. It was a job board, used by employers to advertise for tasks that could be completed for gold. He read the notices quickly, scoffing at most. “Seems too much like hard work for me,” he chuckled under his breath. Still, some seemed a bit more interesting than others, and beggars couldn’t be choosers as they say; he might have need of some of those should the gold not flow in the inn.

After completing his tour of the town, which admittedly didn’t take too long, he found a suitable spot to begin his pitch. He pulled out his viol and struck an introductory chord. Then, in a loud clear voice he began his promotion. “Ladies, gentlemen and those of you yet to make up your mind! Tonight we have a special guest at the Frosthide Inn, come from afar to entertain you in the chill of the night. That’s right, the Moonraven is here for your delight! There will be tales of valour and woe! Songs of heroes and villains! Entertainment for all! So come! Come one, come all! Come to the Frosthide Inn this eve and make merry with the Moonraven!”

As he finished he struck up a merry tune on his viol and began to skip and dance along the street. He danced past the children playing in the gutters, the builders working on wood and stone, the housewives sweeping their steps and gathering vegetables from their gardens. And every so often he punctuated his tune with a shout of, “Come see the Moonraven at the Frosthide Inn!”

The towering barbarian woman seemed to have some trouble keeping up with everything what was being said by Governor Smith. She clearly wasn't stupid, but it quickly became apparent that the common tongue was normally not spoken among her tribe. She seemed to get some of the gist of things though.

"You... are chief." Again, she looked over the man. She did seem to have doubts. In her culture they clearly looked for different traits in their leaders.
"You want peace with Blue Scars. Good. Easy. Do not take of Blue scars herd. When tribe comes, I take you to Blue Scars chieftain. You speak. Show strength. Make peace."
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In reply to Neva (msg # 292):

"Aye you could say that. And I'll look forward to meeting the chieftain as well. As for now please enjoy the town and all it has to offer."

Izayah examined the job board for a long moment. Then he added a small note to the job board underneath the "anonymous note" job indicating he was looking for experienced allies to join him, and that he would be in the Frosthide Inn that evening and likely the next.

He walked out of the town hall and smiled at the slowly-disbanding group he'd traveled with. "Work's over, time for a drink! Take care all!" He winked at Neva as he passed her. "Welcome t'Smith's Gambit."

Elisar's performance draws quite a bit of attention, as people whispered questions about the Moonraven. Elisar got the distinct impression that nobody had ever heard of him. Unsurprising, considering he had only been using the name for a few hours. At least they seemed to enjoy his music.