Nusquam taps the box "It contains gifts for certain people that live in the Tarbloom swamp. Now there are those that don't want these reaching my friends. That is why I need this box to be in Creepingvale village within 3 days."
Elyot recognizes the insignia for the Ossric kingdom on the box.
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Alhorn likes the sound of gold clanking in his pouch, but he can't help but feel a little reserved. Trying to determine if this Nusquam is telling us the whole story perception 11 , he leans forward in his chair, a little more vocal then he has been and says "if the others accept this job, then I to will join". he cannot help but feel excited but also a little aprehensive.
"Gifts... and I assume we're not allowed to open it, right?" The Halfling youth cocks a brow towards the man, still rather concerned about the whole thing. "Should we be expecting trouble? I'm no mercenary-... though I can't speak for the rest of these fellows."History18
"Creepingvale's southeast from here, correct? Got a name or place to where you want this delivered?" Elyot adjusts his glasses, then leans back for the others to pitch in once more. Seemingly lost in thought for the time being.
"I would like to know why you just don't deliver this yourself? Don't get me wrong, I will gladly accept your gold. I just like to know what I'm truly getting myself into!" investigation 17
"There is no worry my young friend. I will be your shield." He does quickly add "But yes, we will be needing a location, 'Nusquam'. if we are to deliver this package, cobb." Bardan glanced out a nearby window. His goofish head and floppy ears sticking out like a humanoid donkey as he looked into the sky. What kind of weather did we appear to be expecting? survival23
Brac had stomped over to the table with the others to see what the man had say. "This is a nice looking box!" He takes a swig from his tankard."Names Brac!" He bellows louder then necessary. " Do we have a contact or are we dead dropping this thing?"
Brac leans closer and knocks on the top of the box, having no concern for any one or their personal space. He takes a step back and downs the rest of his drink before slamming it down on the table next to the box. "Ahhhh, I needed that!"
"Take out this box once you reach the village. Someone will find you. That person will have the key for the box. Keep the box closed." Nasquam leans back. "I would take it, but I need to attend to another matter. Yes expect trouble. I hope none finds you though"
Elyot knows the Ossric kingdom welcomes all races, but the Blaveric dynasty has no tolerance for exotic races. There have been recent tensions of late between the 2 kingdoms. The Tarbloom swamp is a strategic location that is hotly contested.
Brac, keen to go on another adventure smiles with excitement.
"I am in! I think by the looks we have a wide range of skills. This will be great! I think I need another drink......Barkeep! another round for our table! If anyone doesn't want theirs I will gladly finish it for you haha"
Flinches as Brac makes his presence known to everyone, making his quill skip a beat across the pages of his journal. Nostrils flare into a tired sigh, choosing to ignore it for now and instead turn his attention back up towards Nusquam. "Sounds to me like there's a whole lot more you're not telling us." A faint shrug is given. "But, coin is coin. As long as we don't get in trouble with the locals, I'm in." Unclasping a small pouch from his belt, Elyot pours some fine sand across the damp pages for the ink to dry faster before finally closing it completely. "Oh! You don't happen to have a map, or know where we might get one? I'm none to familiar with these swamps..." He admits scratching his cheek.
"I need the allowance! I will join you on this task." He pulled a handful of small nuts and berries from a pouch on his belt and scarfed them down. They smelled absolutely lovely. He looked to the other three that had joined in this task, and then Gaelfan. "Oi, Cobb. You coming?"
Alhorn finishes the drink provided by Brac moments before. He stands up and says "well guys, looks like we are in this together, the name is Alhorn I used to be a soldier but now I spend my time in the woods. I hope I will be found useful. So question now is.......who's carrying this thing? as I look around to the others for reaction.
"I don't mind carrying it friends!" Brac moves through, knocking a chair over in the process. "Sorry about that haha". He quickly picks up the chair before grabbing the chest. "Alright, I guess we should get ourselves ready!"
The patrons of the inn look at Brac once again. His loud persona was starting to irritate the crowd.
Once outside the party is greeted by a murky swamp with fetid waters. The sounds of gnats and other buzzing insects is deafening. A ripple disturbs the scummy surface of the water nearby. Its quite a warm evening.
Nasquam should be right outside, but is nowhere to be seen. The patron's outline blurs and vanishes leaving just the barkeep cleaning the counter.
Lighting up a torch, Bardan held it aloft as he took the lead. He mused aloud, humming his words.
"With me aboard, what brigands dare attack us!"
He pulled his robe above his head, partially to keep the insects out of his face, and partially to keep what part of him that wasn't covered in hair not exposed to the sticky air. It took it slightly too long to realise he hadn't asked for directions, and he turned around
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Followed the others outside of the establishment, taking a deep breath and filling his lungs with the no doubt damp air. Much like Bardan, he'd light a torch with the help of a nifty little self-striking fling & steel. Mainly keeping the torch at hand to keep the insects away. Taking in their surroundings, Elyot unfurls the map to get the bearings.
"R-right, southeast..." Ink-stained fingers begin tracing across the map while having it on display for everyone, should they'd want to have a look. Survival9
"I think it's this way." He'd point in a general direction.
Brac places the chest on his left shoulder so his right arm could be free if necessary. He was not familiar with this kind environment. It was strange.....both unappealing yet beautiful. He smiled gently, he was feeling good. A perfect distraction from his past......at least for the meantime. Falling into line with the others he was happy to follow, not really having much of a clue when it came to the direction the party needed to travel.
"Alright!" Brac responds to Elyot. "That way looks good to me fella."
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Galfaen remained quiet throughout the exchange in the tavern, taking in the details of the task at hand without offering opinion. He doesn't touch his drink, instead discretely sliding it towards Brac. Once outside, he takes up the rear of the group. A flame springs forth from his hand, dimmer than Bardan's torch but nonetheless sufficient to illuminate the path.
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Towering over the Halfling's shoulder, Bardan searched over the map himself. Then, he looked ahead at the paths before them. Much like an elderly relative he decided to range whether his companion was actually correct in his decision. His beady eyes squinted as he did so. Survival4
Nusquam taps the box "It contains gifts for certain people that live in the Tarbloom swamp. Now there are those that don't want these reaching my friends. That is why I need this box to be in Creepingvale village within 3 days."
Elyot recognizes the insignia for the Ossric kingdom on the box.
History check to see if you know anything on the Ossric kingdom.
"I would like to know why you just don't deliver this yourself? Don't get me wrong, I will gladly accept your gold. I just like to know what I'm truly getting myself into!" investigation 17
"There is no worry my young friend. I will be your shield." He does quickly add "But yes, we will be needing a location, 'Nusquam'. if we are to deliver this package, cobb." Bardan glanced out a nearby window. His goofish head and floppy ears sticking out like a humanoid donkey as he looked into the sky. What kind of weather did we appear to be expecting? survival 23
Brac had stomped over to the table with the others to see what the man had say. "This is a nice looking box!" He takes a swig from his tankard. "Names Brac!" He bellows louder then necessary. " Do we have a contact or are we dead dropping this thing?"
Brac leans closer and knocks on the top of the box, having no concern for any one or their personal space. He takes a step back and downs the rest of his drink before slamming it down on the table next to the box. "Ahhhh, I needed that!"
"Take out this box once you reach the village. Someone will find you. That person will have the key for the box. Keep the box closed." Nasquam leans back. "I would take it, but I need to attend to another matter. Yes expect trouble. I hope none finds you though"
Elyot knows the Ossric kingdom welcomes all races, but the Blaveric dynasty has no tolerance for exotic races. There have been recent tensions of late between the 2 kingdoms. The Tarbloom swamp is a strategic location that is hotly contested.
Brac, keen to go on another adventure smiles with excitement.
"I am in! I think by the looks we have a wide range of skills. This will be great! I think I need another drink......Barkeep! another round for our table! If anyone doesn't want theirs I will gladly finish it for you haha"
The weather so far is a clear night with moon and stars out. There is a warm breeze that blows through the area.
Nasquam pulls out a scrap of paper from his pocket and an inkpen. He draws a rough map for Elyot. He stands and prepares to leave.
"I need the allowance! I will join you on this task." He pulled a handful of small nuts and berries from a pouch on his belt and scarfed them down. They smelled absolutely lovely. He looked to the other three that had joined in this task, and then Gaelfan. "Oi, Cobb. You coming?"
Alhorn finishes the drink provided by Brac moments before. He stands up and says "well guys, looks like we are in this together, the name is Alhorn I used to be a soldier but now I spend my time in the woods. I hope I will be found useful. So question now is.......who's carrying this thing? as I look around to the others for reaction.
"I don't mind carrying it friends!" Brac moves through, knocking a chair over in the process. "Sorry about that haha". He quickly picks up the chair before grabbing the chest. "Alright, I guess we should get ourselves ready!"
The patrons of the inn look at Brac once again. His loud persona was starting to irritate the crowd.
Once outside the party is greeted by a murky swamp with fetid waters. The sounds of gnats and other buzzing insects is deafening. A ripple disturbs the scummy surface of the water nearby. Its quite a warm evening.
Nasquam should be right outside, but is nowhere to be seen. The patron's outline blurs and vanishes leaving just the barkeep cleaning the counter.
Lighting up a torch, Bardan held it aloft as he took the lead. He mused aloud, humming his words.
"With me aboard, what brigands dare attack us!"
He pulled his robe above his head, partially to keep the insects out of his face, and partially to keep what part of him that wasn't covered in hair not exposed to the sticky air. It took it slightly too long to realise he hadn't asked for directions, and he turned around
"Little merchant. Which way are we heading"
He said, looking ahead at the paths before them
Brac places the chest on his left shoulder so his right arm could be free if necessary. He was not familiar with this kind environment. It was strange.....both unappealing yet beautiful. He smiled gently, he was feeling good. A perfect distraction from his past......at least for the meantime. Falling into line with the others he was happy to follow, not really having much of a clue when it came to the direction the party needed to travel.
"Alright!" Brac responds to Elyot. "That way looks good to me fella."
Galfaen remained quiet throughout the exchange in the tavern, taking in the details of the task at hand without offering opinion. He doesn't touch his drink, instead discretely sliding it towards Brac. Once outside, he takes up the rear of the group. A flame springs forth from his hand, dimmer than Bardan's torch but nonetheless sufficient to illuminate the path.
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Towering over the Halfling's shoulder, Bardan searched over the map himself. Then, he looked ahead at the paths before them. Much like an elderly relative he decided to range whether his companion was actually correct in his decision. His beady eyes squinted as he did so. Survival 4