Deltoro follows skeptically as he subconsciously opens a pouch tied to his belt with his stub of a tail as he skewers a dried fruit inside and grabs it off of the bone on the tip.
As you walk towards the town hall you see a medium size wooden building with stone foundations with a sign hanging outside that says, town hall. Out side of it stand two men wearing chain shirts that are to big for them. One of them carries a spear while the other has a mace slung through a loop in his belt. They look at you without much interest then go back to talking.
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Fergus leans into Deltoro, "Now I may not be the fastest tool in the shed, but I thought we already had a destination? We just didn't know where to start to get there... Something fishy is going on around here and I can smell it." He straightens himself back up, as much as Fergus's stumble walk is upright.
He stumbles over next to Drake, "What's the play, distract the guards while the others sneak in? They look pretty tough to go toe to toe with." He eyes the guards warily and hunches down like he's being sneaky.
(Fergus is fairly regular in town, though he doesn't permanently reside there. There may be a chance that a guard or two recognize him for his unusual behavior around town.)
(Also incase anyone is wondering I do plan to turn down Fergus's antics once missions are underway, he's not the brightest bulb, int 7, but wise enough to know when he's out of his element.)
The guard with the mase turns to you and shouts "What are you here for?"
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"We wish to speak with the mayor." Deltoro says as he picks the fruit off of his mangled tail. "We are adventurers seeking out work and we were instructed by the post to speak to the mayor about details of this quest."
Drake whispers back to Fergus, "Lets play along for now, dear chap. We'll save the subterfuge for later if need be. For now we are all playing the role of goodly adventurers/inventors."
Drake walks up alongside Deltoro, "Yes, we must speak to the mayor! Your sewer system needs some reworking, and this building is losing 34/35th's of its energy efficiency from the look of things. Oh, and we are here to offer our services for some of the job postings from the adventures boards."
"I don't care. You can see the mayor if you want its nothing to me." He says reaching behind him picking up a bottle of brandy a gulping some down.
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Fergus's jaw drops as he sees the man drinking his brandy. He whispers to Eolie "You can get paid to do that? Why wasn't that job up on the board? I could guard a place they let anybody in and expect to drink inconspicuously. Some people have all the luck you know?"
Eolie smiles at the fool, though something tells him the man would be handy in a fight. Drake though...rank amateur. Who'd fall for that bit about sewer, with them looking the way they did. "Yes, indeed, some people do indeed have all the luck. Come one, Fungus, let's go see the mayor."
Deltoro whispers to Eolie "Where exactly did you find him?"
Eolie whispers back, "In the middle of the street, about to be run over by a wagon...but maybe that already happened." The halfling taps his head meaningfully.
Fergus notices the gesture and realizes they are talking about him, more specifically, his hat! Ya Fergus is proud of his hat, almost as much as Staff.
He tips the brim down towards them, "It's a nice one isn't it man?"
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Eolie, in his element now, strides forward. There must be a person to direct them or a sign...something to tell them where to find the mayor. In his experience, an important person like the mayor of a small town always wanted to be found. It was an ego thing. Now, Eolie, he had no ego. Much safer that way. He looked around for something.
As you enter you see a human clerk sitting at a desk around 8 feet infront of you behind him is a bookshelf mostly filled with books but with the occasional object including a few silver and gold goblets, small paintings, and even the skull of a boar. To the right is a large open room with no door inside of it is a large circular wooden table. The walls behind it are bookshelf covered mostly the same as the shelf behind the clerk. The other 2 walls have large windows which lets in a few rays of light. On the same wall as the open room there are several doors and at the very end of the hall there is a door with a wooden sign saying exit nailed above it. 3 feet passed the clerk and foward is a stair case leading up. The clerk looks at you over his glasses and says "What can I do for you?"
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Eolie flashes his winning smile. "Good morning, good man. I hope your day has started well and gets better. My companions and I," he indicates the others, "are here about the jobs listed on the board in the local inn. Would your good mayor be available to speak with us?"
Deltoro follows skeptically as he subconsciously opens a pouch tied to his belt with his stub of a tail as he skewers a dried fruit inside and grabs it off of the bone on the tip.
As you walk towards the town hall you see a medium size wooden building with stone foundations with a sign hanging outside that says, town hall. Out side of it stand two men wearing chain shirts that are to big for them. One of them carries a spear while the other has a mace slung through a loop in his belt. They look at you without much interest then go back to talking.
I am part of the cult of Jerry, fear Jerry, love Jerry, be Jerry, we are Jerry. I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to Dm recently. I owe everyone a lot of apologies . I'm really sorry. I would like to start a new campaign. Message me for questions.
Fergus leans into Deltoro, "Now I may not be the fastest tool in the shed, but I thought we already had a destination? We just didn't know where to start to get there... Something fishy is going on around here and I can smell it." He straightens himself back up, as much as Fergus's stumble walk is upright.
He stumbles over next to Drake, "What's the play, distract the guards while the others sneak in? They look pretty tough to go toe to toe with." He eyes the guards warily and hunches down like he's being sneaky.
(Fergus is fairly regular in town, though he doesn't permanently reside there. There may be a chance that a guard or two recognize him for his unusual behavior around town.)
(Also incase anyone is wondering I do plan to turn down Fergus's antics once missions are underway, he's not the brightest bulb, int 7, but wise enough to know when he's out of his element.)
The guard with the mase turns to you and shouts "What are you here for?"
I am part of the cult of Jerry, fear Jerry, love Jerry, be Jerry, we are Jerry. I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to Dm recently. I owe everyone a lot of apologies . I'm really sorry. I would like to start a new campaign. Message me for questions.
"We wish to speak with the mayor." Deltoro says as he picks the fruit off of his mangled tail. "We are adventurers seeking out work and we were instructed by the post to speak to the mayor about details of this quest."
Drake whispers back to Fergus, "Lets play along for now, dear chap. We'll save the subterfuge for later if need be. For now we are all playing the role of goodly adventurers/inventors."
Drake walks up alongside Deltoro, "Yes, we must speak to the mayor! Your sewer system needs some reworking, and this building is losing 34/35th's of its energy efficiency from the look of things. Oh, and we are here to offer our services for some of the job postings from the adventures boards."
"I don't care. You can see the mayor if you want its nothing to me." He says reaching behind him picking up a bottle of brandy a gulping some down.
I am part of the cult of Jerry, fear Jerry, love Jerry, be Jerry, we are Jerry. I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to Dm recently. I owe everyone a lot of apologies . I'm really sorry. I would like to start a new campaign. Message me for questions.
Fergus's jaw drops as he sees the man drinking his brandy. He whispers to Eolie "You can get paid to do that? Why wasn't that job up on the board? I could guard a place they let anybody in and expect to drink inconspicuously. Some people have all the luck you know?"
Eolie smiles at the fool, though something tells him the man would be handy in a fight. Drake though...rank amateur. Who'd fall for that bit about sewer, with them looking the way they did. "Yes, indeed, some people do indeed have all the luck. Come one, Fungus, let's go see the mayor."
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Drake sniffs as though he is insulted, but he simply walks by the guards.
As they enter town hall, Fergus looks a round from the doorway. Puts his hand up to his mouth and yells out "ANYBODY HOME?"
Vozak also says hello "Hello. We're here about the quest you posted."
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Deltoro whispers to Eolie "Where exactly did you find him?"
Eolie whispers back, "In the middle of the street, about to be run over by a wagon...but maybe that already happened." The halfling taps his head meaningfully.
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Fergus notices the gesture and realizes they are talking about him, more specifically, his hat! Ya Fergus is proud of his hat, almost as much as Staff.
He tips the brim down towards them, "It's a nice one isn't it man?"
"Ah, yes of course! It looks wonderful." Deltoro says as he looks around the area.
Eolie, in his element now, strides forward. There must be a person to direct them or a sign...something to tell them where to find the mayor. In his experience, an important person like the mayor of a small town always wanted to be found. It was an ego thing. Now, Eolie, he had no ego. Much safer that way. He looked around for something.
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Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
As you enter you see a human clerk sitting at a desk around 8 feet infront of you behind him is a bookshelf mostly filled with books but with the occasional object including a few silver and gold goblets, small paintings, and even the skull of a boar. To the right is a large open room with no door inside of it is a large circular wooden table. The walls behind it are bookshelf covered mostly the same as the shelf behind the clerk. The other 2 walls have large windows which lets in a few rays of light. On the same wall as the open room there are several doors and at the very end of the hall there is a door with a wooden sign saying exit nailed above it. 3 feet passed the clerk and foward is a stair case leading up. The clerk looks at you over his glasses and says "What can I do for you?"
I am part of the cult of Jerry, fear Jerry, love Jerry, be Jerry, we are Jerry. I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to Dm recently. I owe everyone a lot of apologies . I'm really sorry. I would like to start a new campaign. Message me for questions.
Eolie flashes his winning smile. "Good morning, good man. I hope your day has started well and gets better. My companions and I," he indicates the others, "are here about the jobs listed on the board in the local inn. Would your good mayor be available to speak with us?"
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
"We certainly aren't here to discuss late book fees if that's what you're thinking." Fergus is looking at the shelves of books as he says this.