Ashe noticed the man in the fancy suit leave but makes no move. He then heads towards Marsyl with his chain mail clinking as he moves. "Thank you for the delicious apple cakes. Would you know of any jobs nearby? I am in need of replenishing my coin pouch." Ashe bares a dead set expression as he talks to Marsyl.
Jhimas hears talk of a possible job and rises from the table to briskly join Ashe. "Yes, if there is anything needing done I would like to help. 'Many hands lighten the load' as they say."
Marsyl would nod as he heard the genasi's request about jobs. He would stroke his long, red beard as he looks up at Ashe with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Aye, there is one lit'l job ye could do fer us. There's been talks of a killer on the loose around this little town. His name is... ermh.." He would sigh as he tried to recall the person'as name, but nothing came to mind.
The tortle would sigh as his chef stumbled over his words. "Nobody knows his name. Or if it's even a 'him'. Listen to me closely, this killer got rid of my son, and only left his hand behind." He sighed, continuing to wash a glass as he coughed into his shoulder. "It makes me sick thinking about it."
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Grubfingers hears about only a hand being left and it makes him sick to his stomac, more so than the smell of the sweat treats. He then approches the tortle.
"What else can you tell me, I will do anything I can to get you the rest of the body for you."
The tortle lets out a saddened sigh at Grubfingers as he rubs his forehead. "The fact of the matter is, there was nothing left. He was gone, just like that" He snaps his old, wrinkly claws. "The man grabbed his face and he..." He gulped while struggling to say the last word. "Erupted. He vanished out of existence with a painful wail and a burst of light..."
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
"I'm afraid not... maybe... but I don't know.." The tortle sniffles as he finishes cleaning the last glass before setting down a small leather bag encrusted with a red ruby. "His hand is in there." He would cover his face with his hand as he leaves from behind the counter, walking upstairs to his dwelling. Marsyl would sigh, seeing his friend still distraught after many years. "Aye, I apologize for ye havin' to endure his moping. I'd pay extra if ye can get 'im back to his old jolly self." Marsyl would huff a bit before walking back into the kitchen and hollering at some of the halflings who were woking back there.
It would begin raining again, as a small, but very noticeable rumble could be heard from outside of the building as the motion caused the door to creak further open, allowing some of the light sprinkling of rain. This light motion was fallowed by the smashing of rock and the sound of 'oohs' and 'ahhs'.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Ashes looks to the leather bag. He then looks to the other people who joined "I am glad others have decided to help. Does anyone know of a way to track down the body, from this hand. I am afraid I lack any mystical means of tracking." He then began stroking his chin. "If no one knows then perhaps we can ask the local guards for information"
"I do not have anything that would be helpfull finding a missing body I know nothng about. Hey Marsyl!" Grubfingers would yell to the back, "YOU SAID YEARS, HOW MANY YEARS?"
"Asking the guards is a good idea, there may be tales over the last few years of others who have been abducted or disappeared in a similar fashion."
Jhimas looks around at everyone nearby (the other players) and asks, "What say you all, we form a Company of sorts to investigate this matter and split any rewards evenly? Working together could prove more profitable than going at it alone."
Jhimas thinks Grubfingers is trying to honor him in some way for being a triton by first coating his hand in liquid before shaking it, but he has seen enough people shaking hands when meeting or agreeing on things so he accepts the handshake.
"Perhaps we visit the nearest guard garrison and see what they know about this?"
Ashe noticed the man in the fancy suit leave but makes no move. He then heads towards Marsyl with his chain mail clinking as he moves. "Thank you for the delicious apple cakes. Would you know of any jobs nearby? I am in need of replenishing my coin pouch." Ashe bares a dead set expression as he talks to Marsyl.
Jhimas hears talk of a possible job and rises from the table to briskly join Ashe. "Yes, if there is anything needing done I would like to help. 'Many hands lighten the load' as they say."
Xilbella looks up as Jhimas gets up from the table. She listens in as they talk about a job.
Thella's ears perk up at talk of a job.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Marsyl would nod as he heard the genasi's request about jobs. He would stroke his long, red beard as he looks up at Ashe with a slightly concerned look on his face. "Aye, there is one lit'l job ye could do fer us. There's been talks of a killer on the loose around this little town. His name is... ermh.." He would sigh as he tried to recall the person'as name, but nothing came to mind.
The tortle would sigh as his chef stumbled over his words. "Nobody knows his name. Or if it's even a 'him'. Listen to me closely, this killer got rid of my son, and only left his hand behind." He sighed, continuing to wash a glass as he coughed into his shoulder. "It makes me sick thinking about it."
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Grubfingers hears about only a hand being left and it makes him sick to his stomac, more so than the smell of the sweat treats. He then approches the tortle.
"What else can you tell me, I will do anything I can to get you the rest of the body for you."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
The tortle lets out a saddened sigh at Grubfingers as he rubs his forehead. "The fact of the matter is, there was nothing left. He was gone, just like that" He snaps his old, wrinkly claws. "The man grabbed his face and he..." He gulped while struggling to say the last word. "Erupted. He vanished out of existence with a painful wail and a burst of light..."
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
"Do you happen to have any leads or a place to start looking for clues." Ashes sympathizes with the Tortle and gives him a pat on the shoulder.
"I take it the killer fled? Did you happen to get a good look at them before that?"
Jhimas rubs the back of his head while pondering the ramifications of the strange tale.
"I've never heard of someone just vanishing and leaving only a hand behind. Odd indeed."
"The body should have gone somewhere, shouldn't it have?" Grubfingers looks confused about the lack of a body.
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
"I'm afraid not... maybe... but I don't know.." The tortle sniffles as he finishes cleaning the last glass before setting down a small leather bag encrusted with a red ruby. "His hand is in there." He would cover his face with his hand as he leaves from behind the counter, walking upstairs to his dwelling. Marsyl would sigh, seeing his friend still distraught after many years. "Aye, I apologize for ye havin' to endure his moping. I'd pay extra if ye can get 'im back to his old jolly self." Marsyl would huff a bit before walking back into the kitchen and hollering at some of the halflings who were woking back there.
It would begin raining again, as a small, but very noticeable rumble could be heard from outside of the building as the motion caused the door to creak further open, allowing some of the light sprinkling of rain. This light motion was fallowed by the smashing of rock and the sound of 'oohs' and 'ahhs'.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Ashes looks to the leather bag. He then looks to the other people who joined "I am glad others have decided to help. Does anyone know of a way to track down the body, from this hand. I am afraid I lack any mystical means of tracking." He then began stroking his chin. "If no one knows then perhaps we can ask the local guards for information"
"I do not have anything that would be helpfull finding a missing body I know nothng about. Hey Marsyl!" Grubfingers would yell to the back, "YOU SAID YEARS, HOW MANY YEARS?"
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
"Asking the guards is a good idea, there may be tales over the last few years of others who have been abducted or disappeared in a similar fashion."
Jhimas looks around at everyone nearby (the other players) and asks, "What say you all, we form a Company of sorts to investigate this matter and split any rewards evenly? Working together could prove more profitable than going at it alone."
Grubfingers spits into his hand and pushes it out to shake Jhimas' hand "Sounds good, Jrubfingers the name."
Thom Everyman- Midgard One Shots
DMing- The Voyage of the Fallen Star
Jhimas thinks Grubfingers is trying to honor him in some way for being a triton by first coating his hand in liquid before shaking it, but he has seen enough people shaking hands when meeting or agreeing on things so he accepts the handshake.
"Perhaps we visit the nearest guard garrison and see what they know about this?"
Ashe looks to Jhimas and nods in agreement. "Lets head out" He then makes his way outside of the tavern.
"Going to get wet." Xilbella comments as she follows the others out of the inn and towards the nearest guard post.
Jhimas pulls his hood up, "Let's be quick about it then, no need to catch cold." and Jhimas begins jogging toward the nearest garrison.
(ooc: the rain seems to have washed this adventure thread away?... 10 days without a post from anyone including the DM?)