"Well my story is quite simple but if you insist. I fought for the republic for around 6 years before putting the army behind me and trying to find a line of work a bit different from formations and orders so I've been traveling for a few years now and happen to be stopping in this town for a while before possibly heading out once more."
"Any story would do but you went all personal like." Ruhkis shrugs and waves 2 fingers at Tadeera, ordering their drinks.
"l'm Ruhkis Kettlebeard. Spent some time with the army myself but that's just another chapter to toast to. Right now I earn my keep at the forge here in town. Occasionally I'm asked to dust off the blade and smack what's needing smacked but I don't enjoy that as much as used to. Doesn't matter I guess...it keeps food in my belly and a roof over my head. Not much else you can ask for now days, right?"
After Liet finishes his meal, he'll perk up and start paying quite a bit more attention to what's going on around the room. ((judging by how Theos was pushed towards my table, I'd assume that Kevelor and Ruhkis are at the same, or very near table)). Liet isn't the most talkative these days, but enjoys listening and seeing what's around.
If he gets bored he might cast druidcraft between his hands on the table to see tomorrow's weather. ((considering it's just starting to snow today, I'll assume that it shows falling snow in a small globe between his hands, which would also be a reminder to buy winter clothing.))
As you all sit and wait for the bard to show up, you can hear distant yelling coming from outside the tavern. One single voice rings our in an argument to an unheard one.
"Gods I know, lIlina! I just can't... (inaudible). Three went (inaudible). What in the realms am (inaudible)..."
As you hear the arguing come closer to the tavern the lanterns begin to flicker, getting slightly darker.
"Ach... He's mad as ever..." Tadeera says to no one in particular. "At least he drinks well when he's pissin' mad..."
As the noise draws even nearer you notice Greshak shifting his weight. There is no apprehension in his face, but the half orc appears to be readily waiting.
"I said I'd tell the others and I will!" The voice yells from the other side of the door. "Now go do whatever it is I pay you to do!"
"Abraxis... You can't... (Inaudible)..." A female voice says. The torches in the tavern stop flickering and go back to their normal glow.
"Sorry, I know... I'll (inaudible). Just give me a little more time, I have too much on my plate. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."
A moment later the door to the tavern swings widr open.
"I'm home everyone, miss me!?" A young male tielfing calls out. He's greeted by mostly silence, with a few voices meekly responding with 'evening', and 'hail'.
"Fiddicas done a number on me today, Tadeera." He calls says loudly as he starts to make his way to the bar. "Can I get a bottle of basilisk blood?"
"Baron... Last time you had basilisk blood you...." Tadeera replies.
"I told you I'd pay to have the stain removed, didn't I?"
"Well yes, but..."
"Fine fine, a wine it is... I need to be...."
"Baron," Greshak cuts in, placing a hand on the tieflings shoulder. "We need to talk about the raids... They."
"Greshak..." The tieflings says with a smile. He stands a good 6inches shorter than the half orc, but slowly hovers up to meet the large fellow eye to eye. "I have spoken with enough people about them. I'll continue to talk to people tomorrow. Please, just let me enjoy one drink in peace..."
"Yes Baron..."
The tieflings floats silently to the bar and sits down, waiting for Tadeera to pour him a wine.
Kevelor leans closer to the dwarf "what raids are they talking of"
((A local would know: there have been raids on trade shipments coming into the city to supply it for winter. There have also been rumors about demons from the local mine killing the traders en route. There hasn't been much conclusive evidence for anything, so rumors are spreading like wildfire))
Kevelor leans closer to the dwarf "what raids are they talking of"
"Bandits. Orcs. Deposed soldier. I don't know myself but they're doing a great job of preventing ore from finding its way to my forge. Town needs supplies for winter too and only some of those are making it through. There are people who handle this thing though and I'll mind my own business."
Not so subtly, Ruhkis slides his axe off the table and sets it next to him on the floor.
Liet would also look towards Ruhkis "hey soldier. Do you know if those raids have anything to do with the underground slaving groups?"
"I'm not a soldier, little one. Least wise not anymore I'm not. But to answer yer question...maybe? If thems that are ok w/ taking slaves are about, then I'm thinking they're also ok w/ taking a town's supplies."
Ruhkis pauses as he looks at Liet. "You ok? You need a sandwich or something? Yer looking a bit pale...even for a halfling."
((a local would know: they have sent guards, but haven't heard back. They also requested help from Luthaan Anchorage, but have yet to receive help. With the war the Dominion still in full swing, the large town doesn't have many resources to spare.))
((A bit of history. The dradenkar Dominion was effectively built on the backs of slaves. Humans control the Dominion and all the slaves were every other race. The border is a few hundred miles away if you look at the map in roll20. The most recent war was because they decided to push east into republic territory. The republic is a free country, where all races are equal. The Dominion tried to take the dwarven stronghold of Khurelmurkh, but failed. That was in no small part thanks to some clandestine activities by the Devils. Part of which was freeing several thousand slaves from a mine deep in Dominion territory, and marching them to Caer Blaine))
I think Liet would like to know more about the work of the Devils. Seeing them help others from slavery, and following them out, he can see that they fight for a cause he can agree with. And while they may not know that they helped to rescue him, he may feel, if not indebted, at least a desire to help them in their fight if possible (though generally not fighting. He's more of a spy/scout).
The front door of the tavern opens yet again as a large figure lumbers into the building, two boxes held firmly upon the shoulders of the female Goliath.
She gives a silent nod to Greshak who returns the nod, directing her toward the kitchen. She slowly makes her way to the kitchen, stopping to avoid stepping on the drunk, small people that enter path, waiting patiently until they have passed before she continues. She gives a small smile and another nod when she makes eye contact with Ruhkis before entering the kitchen doors.
She is in the kitchen only moments before re-emerging with empty arms and an empty cup in hand. She then slumps into two stools at the bar, holding the cup and tracing the glass with her thumbs. Her face is somber and tired as she is carried away in thought.
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"Well my story is quite simple but if you insist. I fought for the republic for around 6 years before putting the army behind me and trying to find a line of work a bit different from formations and orders so I've been traveling for a few years now and happen to be stopping in this town for a while before possibly heading out once more."
"Any story would do but you went all personal like." Ruhkis shrugs and waves 2 fingers at Tadeera, ordering their drinks.
"l'm Ruhkis Kettlebeard. Spent some time with the army myself but that's just another chapter to toast to. Right now I earn my keep at the forge here in town. Occasionally I'm asked to dust off the blade and smack what's needing smacked but I don't enjoy that as much as used to. Doesn't matter I guess...it keeps food in my belly and a roof over my head. Not much else you can ask for now days, right?"
After Liet finishes his meal, he'll perk up and start paying quite a bit more attention to what's going on around the room. ((judging by how Theos was pushed towards my table, I'd assume that Kevelor and Ruhkis are at the same, or very near table)). Liet isn't the most talkative these days, but enjoys listening and seeing what's around.
If he gets bored he might cast druidcraft between his hands on the table to see tomorrow's weather. ((considering it's just starting to snow today, I'll assume that it shows falling snow in a small globe between his hands, which would also be a reminder to buy winter clothing.))
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Theos finishes his meal and begins to listen in on the soldiers' conversation, waiting for the bard to appear.
Player: Caer Blain Campaign
DM: Stormhaven
DM: Temple of the Lizard King
"Well would you like to hear the story of the tortoise and the hare?"
"I suppose that wouldn't hurt. I've got a few close encounters if you wish to hear them. How about a tale from your travels?"
Player: Caer Blain Campaign
DM: Stormhaven
DM: Temple of the Lizard King
As you all sit and wait for the bard to show up, you can hear distant yelling coming from outside the tavern. One single voice rings our in an argument to an unheard one.
"Gods I know, lIlina! I just can't... (inaudible). Three went (inaudible). What in the realms am (inaudible)..."
As you hear the arguing come closer to the tavern the lanterns begin to flicker, getting slightly darker.
"Ach... He's mad as ever..." Tadeera says to no one in particular. "At least he drinks well when he's pissin' mad..."
As the noise draws even nearer you notice Greshak shifting his weight. There is no apprehension in his face, but the half orc appears to be readily waiting.
"I said I'd tell the others and I will!" The voice yells from the other side of the door. "Now go do whatever it is I pay you to do!"
"Abraxis... You can't... (Inaudible)..." A female voice says. The torches in the tavern stop flickering and go back to their normal glow.
"Sorry, I know... I'll (inaudible). Just give me a little more time, I have too much on my plate. I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."
A moment later the door to the tavern swings widr open.
"I'm home everyone, miss me!?" A young male tielfing calls out. He's greeted by mostly silence, with a few voices meekly responding with 'evening', and 'hail'.
"Fiddicas done a number on me today, Tadeera." He calls says loudly as he starts to make his way to the bar. "Can I get a bottle of basilisk blood?"
"Baron... Last time you had basilisk blood you...." Tadeera replies.
"I told you I'd pay to have the stain removed, didn't I?"
"Well yes, but..."
"Fine fine, a wine it is... I need to be...."
"Baron," Greshak cuts in, placing a hand on the tieflings shoulder. "We need to talk about the raids... They."
"Greshak..." The tieflings says with a smile. He stands a good 6inches shorter than the half orc, but slowly hovers up to meet the large fellow eye to eye. "I have spoken with enough people about them. I'll continue to talk to people tomorrow. Please, just let me enjoy one drink in peace..."
"Yes Baron..."
The tieflings floats silently to the bar and sits down, waiting for Tadeera to pour him a wine.
Kevelor leans closer to the dwarf "what raids are they talking of"
((A local would know: there have been raids on trade shipments coming into the city to supply it for winter. There have also been rumors about demons from the local mine killing the traders en route. There hasn't been much conclusive evidence for anything, so rumors are spreading like wildfire))
Liet would also look towards Ruhkis "hey soldier. Do you know if those raids have anything to do with the underground slaving groups?"
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
"Who's he?"
Theos asks, pointing at the tiefling.
Player: Caer Blain Campaign
DM: Stormhaven
DM: Temple of the Lizard King
"Bandits. Orcs. Deposed soldier. I don't know myself but they're doing a great job of preventing ore from finding its way to my forge. Town needs supplies for winter too and only some of those are making it through. There are people who handle this thing though and I'll mind my own business."
Not so subtly, Ruhkis slides his axe off the table and sets it next to him on the floor.
"I'm not a soldier, little one. Least wise not anymore I'm not. But to answer yer question...maybe? If thems that are ok w/ taking slaves are about, then I'm thinking they're also ok w/ taking a town's supplies."
Ruhkis pauses as he looks at Liet. "You ok? You need a sandwich or something? Yer looking a bit pale...even for a halfling."
"Huh... Actually another bite to eat does sound good." To the gnome barkeep "may I have another plate good sir?"
Back to Ruhkis "You said that there are people that handle these things. Do you know who to talk to if I wanted to lend a hand?"
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
"So if you're having trouble with raids why haven't you sent guards with the wagons."
((a local would know: they have sent guards, but haven't heard back. They also requested help from Luthaan Anchorage, but have yet to receive help. With the war the Dominion still in full swing, the large town doesn't have many resources to spare.))
((A bit of history. The dradenkar Dominion was effectively built on the backs of slaves. Humans control the Dominion and all the slaves were every other race. The border is a few hundred miles away if you look at the map in roll20. The most recent war was because they decided to push east into republic territory. The republic is a free country, where all races are equal. The Dominion tried to take the dwarven stronghold of Khurelmurkh, but failed. That was in no small part thanks to some clandestine activities by the Devils. Part of which was freeing several thousand slaves from a mine deep in Dominion territory, and marching them to Caer Blaine))
I think Liet would like to know more about the work of the Devils. Seeing them help others from slavery, and following them out, he can see that they fight for a cause he can agree with. And while they may not know that they helped to rescue him, he may feel, if not indebted, at least a desire to help them in their fight if possible (though generally not fighting. He's more of a spy/scout).
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
The front door of the tavern opens yet again as a large figure lumbers into the building, two boxes held firmly upon the shoulders of the female Goliath.
She gives a silent nod to Greshak who returns the nod, directing her toward the kitchen. She slowly makes her way to the kitchen, stopping to avoid stepping on the drunk, small people that enter path, waiting patiently until they have passed before she continues. She gives a small smile and another nod when she makes eye contact with Ruhkis before entering the kitchen doors.
She is in the kitchen only moments before re-emerging with empty arms and an empty cup in hand. She then slumps into two stools at the bar, holding the cup and tracing the glass with her thumbs. Her face is somber and tired as she is carried away in thought.