Fergus steps out of the alley way behind the inn's stables out into the sunlight, squinting his eyes against the sun he can't help but to wonder when had the sun come up? He remembered it going down but somehow missed it coming back up. Fergus often found himself contemplating such things in life while everyone around him seem to always already know the answer or be to busy to ponder important questions like these.
"GET OUT OF THE ROAD YOU DRUNKEN BUM!" Fergus hadn't realized he was still walking and was wandering right down the middle of the street. A man driving a wagon with a team of horse was yelling at him from behind. Fergus turned towards the fellow and tipped his big brimmed pointy hat towards him. "Which way?" Fergus called back. "What?" The confused man said. "Which way shall I get off the road?"
The angry man kicks the horses forward and Fergus sidesteps them just as they were about to hit him. The man mutters as he hurries by "Don't have time for these mage drunks." Fergus was used to being called a drunk for he had a very unique and distinguished walk. He was one told he looked like he had been kicked by a horse and was too numb to know his legs weren't working right. Wait, does he think I do magic? Well my hat is pointy, and my clothes are pretty ragged and baggy, plus this quarterstaff is a little gnarly, kind of staff like. Wicked, maybe I know magic now. I wonder if I can make food appear. He continues down the road in search of his next meal.
Eolie Goodwind tossed open the shutters of this second floor room at the local inn. The sun was up and shining, a glorious day! In the street below he saw a drunkard, or at least someone with a funny walk nearly get run over by a teamster. The man looked a little like a wizard but Eolie didn't sense any magic from the man. Still, that wasn't definitive. Anyway, he might make for some interesting conversation.
Besides, maybe he had money. Didn't look like it but he wouldn't be the first poor looking mark who turned out to be quite well-off and whom Eolie had relieved of unneeded extra coin.
"Ho, my good man!" he called down from the window to Fergus. "I say there, would you be interested in joining me for a bit of refreshment? I'm new to these parts and I'm thinking you are too. Could be some interesting conversation. I'll be downstairs, drinking some tea!"
Without waiting for a reply, the halfling closed and carefully locked the shutters, gathered up his few possession and headed downstairs. Finding himself an unoccupied table, he ordered a cup of tea lightly sweetened with honey. He knew the reputation his fellow halflings had about sweets and eating too much and, truth be told, it was well-deserved. But it wasn't his way. For one thing, a round belly made for a slow getaway. For another, there were better things to spend coin on then sweets and cakes. Now, if only the man would show up.
Drake breathes in deeply as he pushed his glasses that had slipped down his nose back closer to his eyes. “Maybe this town will have something interesting to do.” Drake mumbles to himself, as he begins walking into town. As Drake passes buildings, he thinks on ways the towns sewer system(if it has any) is epically flawed, and several ideas on how it could be created in a better way runs through his mind. The noise of a man yelling from his wagon interrupts Drakes thoughts. Drake looks toward the commotion and sees a dwarf with a pointy hat muttering to himself walking down the street. Drake rushes to intercept the dwarf.
“Hello there my good fellow! Do you know where I might find work in these parts?” the skinny half elf asks.
So much commotion here in town, Fergus has only been up for a few minutes, or possibly all morning, and he's already made someone mad, had a well spoken kid offer him food, and now has someone looking to get money from him. This was almost too much excitement for Fergus to handle.
"Hey man, I think that little fella was looking for us maybe he's got a job for us but I didn't catch his name or his room number, so I'm just waiting here till he comes back, I think hes making tea so it might take some time. Careful about being in path out here, busy out today."
Fergus turns back to look up an the window Eolie spoke to him from. He lean on his "staff" leisurely.
With a start, Drake looks up at an empty window expectantly. “The name is Drake by the way. To whom am I speaking? And did you say something about a small person with tea that might have work for us?”
Drake frowns at the window, thinking “I wonder why they did that design? It must have an awful draft in the cold nights.”
Fergus looks back at Drake, "I told you man, I didn't catch his name." He thinks for a moment, I got it you go inside and go to one the windows and I'll tell you when you get the right one. I'd just climb up there but I'm a much better falling then I am at climbing. "
Drake looks thoughtful up to the window and adjusts his glasses. “The way I see it is that there is only one simple way to solve this problem!”
As he speaks Drake starts to move his hands in a way that looks as though he is pulling the earth. The ground in front of Drake slowly forms into a staircase made of the earth and cobblestone that leads perfectly up to the window. The stairs are solid all the way to the ground.
with a bow Drake puts his arm forward, “After you my good man.”
"Nice man, why didn't I think of that." Fergus starts making his way up the stairs.
Once at the window Fergus looks out at the stairs, "kid must have some real coin if he can afford a place with its own private entrance." After Drake reaches the top step Fergus looks around a little and says, "oh ya, the kid said he makes the tea down stairs, so we got to find his stairs" He finds the sgutters to the window won't open. He looks back to the window and holds Staff, the name he is now calling his quarterstaff, at the outside staircase and mumbles a few incoherent words. "Still working on that one."
Fergus looks at Drake, "Bad news man, It's locked."
Deltoro strides through town to see two figures in the distance and approaches curiously. He has never really known societal hierarchy and wishes to learn more. He sees the two figures enter an inn as he quickly follows hoping to gain some knowledge on how civilized people act as well as to find housing and food.
Fergus looks at the reflection in the window, "Ya and they are a alot bigger up close, maybe we got the wrong window man. You maybe the keeper on the floor below will know which room the little cus is in."
Making his way back down the steps using Staff as a tight rope walker would use a balance pole, he calls back, "I was picking some mushrooms out in the woods and I went to pick this big one and it picked the dirt and moss all around it with it, real suspicious like. Next thing I knew as I picked it up higher the moss kinda of fell away and I was holding this hat, turns out it fit me perfectly too. Like I was destined to pick it." He stops for a sec and turns towards Drake with sudden realization, "maybe the hat picked me that day... man we good at this, no wonder the little fuss wants to work with us." He continues to finish getting down the stairs. "The name is Fungus, but every calls me Fergus because I such a 'fun-guy'. Ha ha, wait, I think I said that wrong, maybe I still don't get joke."
Drake gives Fergus a look of pure innocence as he skips down the stairs.
”Well it’s a pleasure to be acquainted with you master Fungus! Your hat must be special indeed… or perhaps you are? Either way, I do agree, we are quite excellent at this!” walking past Fergus reaching for the inn door, Drake says, “Come along Fungus, let’s give the little employer a run for his coin!”
Before entering the inn, Fergus walks back to the base of the outside stairway. He adjust his hat and pulls his sleeves up a little and hold Staff against the stairs and consontrates really hard. Finally letting out the air he was holding he sighs, "when we meet again, I'll be ready." Walking into the inn he consoles his hat and Staff for it was not thier failure but a success for the stairs, this time.
After entering the inn, Fergus notices Eolie sitting over at a table and says "Hey man, took us a bit but we managed to find the place." He takes Drake by the shoulder and leads him over to the table. "Sorry it took us so long but we had a little trouble at the door. But I got my good associate with me, he's ah.. he's... he's the man. The man with plans" Fergus says with a big grin on his face. He pulls out one of the chairs at the table and spins it around so he can sit on the chair sideways while facing the halfling. He leans Staff against a top notch of the back of the chair, and takes his hat off to hang off the other side of the chair back.
Drake also pulls out a chair, and with a concerned look on his face says, “is your room drafty? Is that the job? I know a particular glass blowing technique that paired with the correct insulation and seal, will make your window draftless. No problem. Only take a few months to get this whole place done.” Drake continues babbling about prices and such, and as he does he asks the barkeep for breakfast for all three of them. “ This fellow says he’s paying!” Drake points at the person who was already at the table.
Eolie smiles, catches the of the barkeep, who raises his eyebrow in question. After a moment, Eolie shrugs and nods.
Turning to the other two, he smiles at Fergus. "Eolie Goodwin at your service," he says with a little bow. "A halfling of many skills. I'm from Tarwana on the Green," he makes up the name on the spot. "How about you, good man. Where are you from and how are you called?"
He turns to look at Drake and the wattage on him smile dims considerably. "I invited this gentleman to join me to for some tea, or whatever he'd like, and conversation, and you're certainly welcome to join us. No mention was made of breakfast, and nor did I mention a job. So, what in all the tails of the Dragons of Wakkaran are you talking about?"
"Ya man" Fergus says leaning into the table, "he already upgraded your room to have have a private entrance. Now me, I'm a fungi named Fergus, looking to make my way in the world to fight for treasure and hunt for good!" He sits back a bit and says, "I've been roaming the country side for a while and now in town to find some work and cooked food. This is the man with the visions to make things happen.
Now let's talk about these Wakkaran dragon tails, and how to deal with them..."
Drake nods his head solemnly. “ I had an uncle who died from a dragons toe nail on accident. I know it’s not quite the same thing, but I definitely have experience in matters of this sort.”
Drake folds his hands under his chin. “My friend Fungus here is quite the muscle. I heard him grunt myself! Only a man of deep sorrow and a heart full of justice grunts like that.”
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Fergus steps out of the alley way behind the inn's stables out into the sunlight, squinting his eyes against the sun he can't help but to wonder when had the sun come up? He remembered it going down but somehow missed it coming back up. Fergus often found himself contemplating such things in life while everyone around him seem to always already know the answer or be to busy to ponder important questions like these.
"GET OUT OF THE ROAD YOU DRUNKEN BUM!" Fergus hadn't realized he was still walking and was wandering right down the middle of the street. A man driving a wagon with a team of horse was yelling at him from behind. Fergus turned towards the fellow and tipped his big brimmed pointy hat towards him. "Which way?" Fergus called back. "What?" The confused man said. "Which way shall I get off the road?"
The angry man kicks the horses forward and Fergus sidesteps them just as they were about to hit him. The man mutters as he hurries by "Don't have time for these mage drunks." Fergus was used to being called a drunk for he had a very unique and distinguished walk. He was one told he looked like he had been kicked by a horse and was too numb to know his legs weren't working right. Wait, does he think I do magic? Well my hat is pointy, and my clothes are pretty ragged and baggy, plus this quarterstaff is a little gnarly, kind of staff like. Wicked, maybe I know magic now. I wonder if I can make food appear. He continues down the road in search of his next meal.
Eolie Goodwind tossed open the shutters of this second floor room at the local inn. The sun was up and shining, a glorious day! In the street below he saw a drunkard, or at least someone with a funny walk nearly get run over by a teamster. The man looked a little like a wizard but Eolie didn't sense any magic from the man. Still, that wasn't definitive. Anyway, he might make for some interesting conversation.
Besides, maybe he had money. Didn't look like it but he wouldn't be the first poor looking mark who turned out to be quite well-off and whom Eolie had relieved of unneeded extra coin.
"Ho, my good man!" he called down from the window to Fergus. "I say there, would you be interested in joining me for a bit of refreshment? I'm new to these parts and I'm thinking you are too. Could be some interesting conversation. I'll be downstairs, drinking some tea!"
Without waiting for a reply, the halfling closed and carefully locked the shutters, gathered up his few possession and headed downstairs. Finding himself an unoccupied table, he ordered a cup of tea lightly sweetened with honey. He knew the reputation his fellow halflings had about sweets and eating too much and, truth be told, it was well-deserved. But it wasn't his way. For one thing, a round belly made for a slow getaway. For another, there were better things to spend coin on then sweets and cakes. Now, if only the man would show up.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Drake breathes in deeply as he pushed his glasses that had slipped down his nose back closer to his eyes. “Maybe this town will have something interesting to do.” Drake mumbles to himself, as he begins walking into town. As Drake passes buildings, he thinks on ways the towns sewer system(if it has any) is epically flawed, and several ideas on how it could be created in a better way runs through his mind. The noise of a man yelling from his wagon interrupts Drakes thoughts. Drake looks toward the commotion and sees a dwarf with a pointy hat muttering to himself walking down the street. Drake rushes to intercept the dwarf.
“Hello there my good fellow! Do you know where I might find work in these parts?”
the skinny half elf asks.
So much commotion here in town, Fergus has only been up for a few minutes, or possibly all morning, and he's already made someone mad, had a well spoken kid offer him food, and now has someone looking to get money from him. This was almost too much excitement for Fergus to handle.
"Hey man, I think that little fella was looking for us maybe he's got a job for us but I didn't catch his name or his room number, so I'm just waiting here till he comes back, I think hes making tea so it might take some time. Careful about being in path out here, busy out today."
Fergus turns back to look up an the window Eolie spoke to him from. He lean on his "staff" leisurely.
With a start, Drake looks up at an empty window expectantly.
“The name is Drake by the way. To whom am I speaking? And did you say something about a small person with tea that might have work for us?”
Drake frowns at the window, thinking “I wonder why they did that design? It must have an awful draft in the cold nights.”
Fergus looks back at Drake, "I told you man, I didn't catch his name." He thinks for a moment, I got it you go inside and go to one the windows and I'll tell you when you get the right one. I'd just climb up there but I'm a much better falling then I am at climbing. "
Drake looks thoughtful up to the window and adjusts his glasses.
“The way I see it is that there is only one simple way to solve this problem!”
As he speaks Drake starts to move his hands in a way that looks as though he is pulling the earth. The ground in front of Drake slowly forms into a staircase made of the earth and cobblestone that leads perfectly up to the window. The stairs are solid all the way to the ground.
with a bow Drake puts his arm forward, “After you my good man.”
"Nice man, why didn't I think of that." Fergus starts making his way up the stairs.
Once at the window Fergus looks out at the stairs, "kid must have some real coin if he can afford a place with its own private entrance." After Drake reaches the top step Fergus looks around a little and says, "oh ya, the kid said he makes the tea down stairs, so we got to find his stairs" He finds the sgutters to the window won't open. He looks back to the window and holds Staff, the name he is now calling his quarterstaff, at the outside staircase and mumbles a few incoherent words. "Still working on that one."
Fergus looks at Drake, "Bad news man, It's locked."
Drake walks up alongside the Dwarf. As they arrive *to the locked window, Drake starts to study the Dwarf a little closer.
”why the pointy hat, Mr. Hitch, is that what you said your name was? I seem to have forgotten.”
Looking at the window, Drake ponders.
”Egad! There’s someone in the reflection!!!”
(Edited last post after realizing the window shutters were shut and locked, plus mentioning wrong name)
Deltoro strides through town to see two figures in the distance and approaches curiously. He has never really known societal hierarchy and wishes to learn more. He sees the two figures enter an inn as he quickly follows hoping to gain some knowledge on how civilized people act as well as to find housing and food.
Fergus looks at the reflection in the window, "Ya and they are a alot bigger up close, maybe we got the wrong window man. You maybe the keeper on the floor below will know which room the little cus is in."
Making his way back down the steps using Staff as a tight rope walker would use a balance pole, he calls back, "I was picking some mushrooms out in the woods and I went to pick this big one and it picked the dirt and moss all around it with it, real suspicious like. Next thing I knew as I picked it up higher the moss kinda of fell away and I was holding this hat, turns out it fit me perfectly too. Like I was destined to pick it." He stops for a sec and turns towards Drake with sudden realization, "maybe the hat picked me that day... man we good at this, no wonder the little fuss wants to work with us." He continues to finish getting down the stairs. "The name is Fungus, but every calls me Fergus because I such a 'fun-guy'. Ha ha, wait, I think I said that wrong, maybe I still don't get joke."
Drake gives Fergus a look of pure innocence as he skips down the stairs.
”Well it’s a pleasure to be acquainted with you master Fungus! Your hat must be special indeed… or perhaps you are? Either way, I do agree, we are quite excellent at this!”
walking past Fergus reaching for the inn door, Drake says, “Come along Fungus, let’s give the little employer a run for his coin!”
with that, Drake walks into the inn.
Before entering the inn, Fergus walks back to the base of the outside stairway. He adjust his hat and pulls his sleeves up a little and hold Staff against the stairs and consontrates really hard. Finally letting out the air he was holding he sighs, "when we meet again, I'll be ready." Walking into the inn he consoles his hat and Staff for it was not thier failure but a success for the stairs, this time.
After entering the inn, Fergus notices Eolie sitting over at a table and says "Hey man, took us a bit but we managed to find the place." He takes Drake by the shoulder and leads him over to the table. "Sorry it took us so long but we had a little trouble at the door. But I got my good associate with me, he's ah.. he's... he's the man. The man with plans" Fergus says with a big grin on his face. He pulls out one of the chairs at the table and spins it around so he can sit on the chair sideways while facing the halfling. He leans Staff against a top notch of the back of the chair, and takes his hat off to hang off the other side of the chair back.
Drake also pulls out a chair, and with a concerned look on his face says, “is your room drafty? Is that the job? I know a particular glass blowing technique that paired with the correct insulation and seal, will make your window draftless. No problem. Only take a few months to get this whole place done.” Drake continues babbling about prices and such, and as he does he asks the barkeep for breakfast for all three of them. “ This fellow says he’s paying!” Drake points at the person who was already at the table.
Eolie smiles, catches the of the barkeep, who raises his eyebrow in question. After a moment, Eolie shrugs and nods.
Turning to the other two, he smiles at Fergus. "Eolie Goodwin at your service," he says with a little bow. "A halfling of many skills. I'm from Tarwana on the Green," he makes up the name on the spot. "How about you, good man. Where are you from and how are you called?"
He turns to look at Drake and the wattage on him smile dims considerably. "I invited this gentleman to join me to for some tea, or whatever he'd like, and conversation, and you're certainly welcome to join us. No mention was made of breakfast, and nor did I mention a job. So, what in all the tails of the Dragons of Wakkaran are you talking about?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Deltoro follows closely as he enters the inn after the two humanoid figures. He goes to a nearby table and sits to observe their behavior.
Astonished, Drake looks from Fergus to Eolie with eye brows raised. “you mean you DIDn’T notice the draft!?!”
"Ya man" Fergus says leaning into the table, "he already upgraded your room to have have a private entrance. Now me, I'm a fungi named Fergus, looking to make my way in the world to fight for treasure and hunt for good!" He sits back a bit and says, "I've been roaming the country side for a while and now in town to find some work and cooked food. This is the man with the visions to make things happen.
Now let's talk about these Wakkaran dragon tails, and how to deal with them..."
Drake nods his head solemnly. “ I had an uncle who died from a dragons toe nail on accident. I know it’s not quite the same thing, but I definitely have experience in matters of this sort.”
Drake folds his hands under his chin. “My friend Fungus here is quite the muscle. I heard him grunt myself! Only a man of deep sorrow and a heart full of justice grunts like that.”