Victor arrives at the job board to look over Erret's list of opportunities and takes the time to consider them.

He idly plays with the pommel of a Sahuagin ritual dagger sheathed at his belt then writes his name beside the request from Ambassador Peryn.

"Perhaps when some time has passed we might aid the tritons in clearing the area of these sahuagin as we aided the goblins in clearing the Redfoot," he says to no one in particular.

OOC: Sign me up to "Retrieve the Stolen Equipment"

Fresh from her visit from the Fierce Hearts village, Tiria checks the job board for anything new.

"Oooh, ruins sound fun but an enchanted river? So difficult to choose."

She looks about to see if the moon elf Qitris is around before signing her own name next to a job.

OOC: I'm interested in both the "First Keenbellow Underground Expedition" and the "Moonlit Sky" and will go with whichever is leaving first!

Brohm walks in, the powerful Dwarf pulling back the bears' head of the cloak, and dusting off the snow.  "I hear there are missing Worgs.". He rumbled to Smith, in a voice like a distant landslide.

Victor was Carmen's good friend, and the fact that both were looking to secure the stolen equipment must mean that they shared the same ideals and goals. "I am interested in a long quest also. Count me in."

Divok had taken to skulking around the settlement in cat form. It offered a number of advantages, one being that the others left him totally alone to think.

Today, there was a buzz about the mayor's office. He took to the rooftops, and leapt down from the rafters.

"The ritual sounds like one which I should be a part of." he said, clearly talking about the moonlit sky.

Verbannt's hulking frame was a regular occurrence at the Smith's Gambit Town Hall, particularly when there was fresh work to be done. Any oddity of the Bugbear's appearance dulled by familiarity. It helped that he was wearing his own skin and not that of a Dire Wolf, and not running with a pack of wolves, for he had been seen frequently doing both as of late. He tiny bow had been replaced with a much larger one of ash wood, and upon this had been inscribed many runes in the style that those who frequented Hexia's shop had become familiar with.

"Governor Erret Smith, I have spoken with Gruznak of the White Wargs, of the Ruins West of the Burning Stag. I would seek to bring his tribe and the tribe of Smith closer, and join the raiding party forming."

He growled, doing his best to not look in Brohm's direction as he spoke.

OOC: Signing up for Cultists? Spirits? Cultist Spirits?
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Smith smiles and nods at those who head straight for the job board. For the others, he says if they have any questions before they decide, feel free to ask, otherwise, he points them to the job board.

OOC: Unless you specifically say you are signing up or joining a squad, I will only add you to the board with a question mark, until you confirm.

A new silhouette darkened the doorway of Smith's Gambit, though she barely filled even half of it. Wrapped in a thick cloak of hide, with luxuriously soft looking fur at the trim, a small woman stepped through the doorway and into the hall proper. Despite the fact that she was shorter than most Dwarfs, and half again as broad, she held the space easily and deftly as she walked up to the bar.

"Well met, one and all."

She said from beneath her mask, her voice thick and husky. She removed her hood and mask, revealing skin was impossibly pale, with a sheen to it that looked more akin to ivory than flesh. She was not particularly beautiful, for her appearance was far too eerie to be described as such, the strange tattooed inks and gem seemingly grafted to her forehead making her all the stranger.

"I am Kiara, named Goldentongue by my Patron."

An appropriate nickname. One could get lost in her voice for eternities, because of the the ash in it rather than despite. She turned, her eyes finding the job's board, and a smile lit her too pale lips.

"Ah, work, exactly what I was hoping for. Perhaps I might be of assistance with the abandoned Wizard's Tower? I've a little knack for such things. Principally though, you'll find I best utilized for somewhat sensitive matters."
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Izayah walked in and looked around. He stepped up to the job board, having heard some hubbub about new jobs being posted. He frowned at it as he read over the new entries. He contemplated for a long moment and then shrugged. "Hmph. Never did care much for hijackers. Trackin' down a stolen shipments, maybe rescuin' some folk, sounds good t'me."

OOC: Retrieve the Stolen Equipment quest.

Lady Donella was very busy, but she sent word to Smith that she would sign up for the … whatever job you assign Tiria to, please.
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Brohm is signing up for Wizards and Worried Wargs.

A quiet voice from the back of the room said, “If the shaman here will have me along, I’d be honoured to accompany him”.

Elisar spent the weeks following the great battle entertaining the townsfolk with his wondrous songs and heroic tales, a blend of the old favourites and some new ones that he was composing whilst in the town. they seemed to go down very well with most of the locals, as well as some of the adventurers when they stopped in for a drink and some warming food.

Eventually his wanderlust took over and he began to peruse the job boards to see if anything piqued his interested. There were the usual patrols and various mundane looking assignments, but one did stand out somewhat.

"A post from the Ambassador? Most strange? I have spent all my years above ground in the sunlight. Maybe an adventure under the water would make a change. I shall head to the embassy to find out more."

Signing up for 'Retrieve the stolen shipment'

-----> To the Triton Embassy

Golun had spent his time since the great battle in quiet contemplation, praying to Selune deep in the forest. This time had allowed him to reflect on his place in the world, and guide him on his path.

Finally he returned to town. Seeing many familiar faces around the job board he approached, assuming that notices had recently been posted. He was correct, there were several new jobs being offered, so he took him time to read them.

The post from the Gnome intrigued him. She was planning to go underground to explore some old ruins. That sounded interesting. An opportunity to confront those that seek solace in the dark, away from Selune's holy moonlight. Maybe he could bring redemption to those who had turned away from the light.

He approached Smith. "I seek the Gnome, Galenna Keenbellow. Do you know where she may be found? I wish to join her on her expedition."

Signing up for 'First Keenbellow Underground Expedition'.

Seeing the one he had meant to follow choose, Verbannt changed his mind.

"I will face these Sahuagin then, for I had meant to speak with that one."

He set off in pursuit of Elisar.


Changing to Retrieve the stolen shipment

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Izayah turned to look, and then grinned, at Elisar. "Together again, for the first time, for the last time." He walked over and gave a light punch to the shoulder. "Travelin' buddies again! This time...it'll be wetter!"

And he walked along after Elisar and Lukas.

-----> To the Triton Embassy
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Malkus rides up astride Dread and dismounts off to one side of the throng of adventurers, without speaking a word to his mount.

The worg stays eerily obedient as she simply sits there, waiting patiently.

Malkus reads over the listed jobs, and signs up to go investigate what may have happened to the goblins.


Wizards & Worgs, please

Tusk walks up to Erret and collects his mail, opening the letter and reading it thoroughly. With a grunt, he removes a small object and pockets the letter.

He studies the jobs, and signs up to help escort the cleric.

Moonlit Sky please. I'm apparently moonlighting as an escort.

Santio sighed.   'Oh well, there goes that offer', he thought to himself.

As the other three comrades wandered out, he stood and walked over to Smith ...
"Please, where can you use my help?"   Santio would help out as needed.

"I can use your help."

The elven woman answered Santio.

"Word of this place has reached the Mountains, of what you are all doing here. It is an impressive foundation upon which to construct something truly grand."

Her voice was honey and ash, the sort of voice one could fall asleep listening to if they were not careful.

"You've a need to spread word of what you've done to the Village of Swift Stream, to bring them into the fold? I will bring them about, easy as you please."

There was no doubt of her confidence as she spoke, and her words were mesmerizing enough that they could believe it.

OOC: One Envoy please.

When the shopping was done and the finances all settled, Qitris made her way to the town hall where the new listings had been posted as made evident by the crowd organizing themselves into parties. Several looked enticing, but with no one else signing up they would probably be a bad idea right now. For the time being she put her name on the abandoned tower near some dwarven ruins. "Someone's gotta make sure you all stay in one piece."

OOC: Wizards and Worried Worgs, please.

Everything fit in the bag! It was an amazing piece of magical equipment that made his corvid blood go wild with the things he could pack into it and STILL not be overloaded. Maybe more would be good? Nutcracker would need to find more work to get more bags, then.

The town hall was busy, but the bird man ranger was able to make his way to the job board and look it over. Many things looked interesting. Others had made their excitement known, too. For good measure, he placed his mark onto two listings as a just-in-case scenario.

OOC: Nutcracker will opt for either the Keenbellow expedition or Envoy to Swift Stream.

Santio turned, as the silver-tongued elven lady spoke.
He smiled, and nodded to her.  “Then you shall have it”, he said.

Unlike her, she could tell he was not endowed with a forceful personality; he seemed young, but weather- and wilderness-worn.
A katana on his hip, and a bow strung across his back: he wore no armour, but did wear a camouflaging cloak.

After his trip to Hexia’s shop Alban returns to the settlement to see what activities are available on the job board. He enters the main hall to see everyone who returned from their respective missions and nods with approval. Mingling with the others to see what would best fit his talents The rock gnome finds Erret and offers his services to investigate the wizard’s tower if they still need people to go.



OCC: Alban will go on the wizards and worgs mission.