Regretting leaving his spear at the table and seeing the others focusing on the troll, Vinter will lauch two quick blows at the small creatures flying around.
You guys kill the troll, Durnan thanks you. "Have a free ale on the hosue, you fought well."
You guys sit down at a table to drink the ale when... a figure approaches you.
The figure who approached you strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. "Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you've noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven't seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur's Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence. "My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He's got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped-or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?"
Marc blinks looking at the man and to the rest gathered with him, “Uhhh... sooo you want us to find this Uh Floon? Fellow and bring him back here? Any clue on where he was last or seen last at least?”
"Gold..." Gotch says, nodding his head enthusiastically again and again. "Gotch like gold... Me help.. No problem.. Find fast..." he holds his hand out for the gold. He has a sack laying near his seat at the table that russles with paper as he adjusts it, the threadbare tunic he wears ripped and dingy-looking. His crossbow is on the table, ready to go if another baddy shows up.
Xasil considers the man for a moment. A wizard and chronicler, he may be of some use to me. “Volothamp. I could help, but I may need your services afterward. I have need of some translation services. As a chronicler, this seems to be up your tree. Or at least the roots of this request fall within your forest. If I help you here, will you promise to look into my concerns afterward?”
As they wait for the chronicler to respond, Gotch can't help but let his eyes wander around the tavern, checking out the patrons. He has to hold back his desire to see if anything can be liberated from someone's pocket, since Durnin made it very clear Gotch was not suppose to do that in here. He remembered the last time he had tried and did not want to go through that ever again. Putting his hands in his pockets, to keep them from doing something foolish, he waits on the old sage's words.
"Me Gotch." The goblin sitting at the table speaks up at once. "Good meet..." He then glances around and you get the idea he is looking you over to see where your valuables are hidden.
Vinter will lean down to Gotch and whisper, "You shouldn't look them over while they're watching, it makes then nervous and harder to pickpocket later," before rising up and giving Marc a friendly smile and offer his hand, "Call me Vinter."
Initiative: 22
(OOC: I thought I had a crossbow on Gotch's sheet. It is not there though, so is there any issue with me adding that in?)
No problem.
Gotch, still standing on his conjured latter, will shoot at the troll with his crossbow then.
Attack: 20
Damage: 11
Regretting leaving his spear at the table and seeing the others focusing on the troll, Vinter will lauch two quick blows at the small creatures flying around.
Attack: 25 Damage: 6
Attack: 22 Damage: 4
((Not sure where we are up to in initiative but will get my next attack ready. ))
”You really need to do something about this pest problem,” Xasil calls out as he swings his mace upward under the trolls jaw.
Mace - Attack: 24 Damage: 8
Marc would cast a Fire Bolt at the troll.
Attack: 10 Damage: 3
(Womp... that doesn’t hit for sure...)
Melody looks at the troll with wide eyes before moving to help the rest of the people fighting it.
Init: 21
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You guys kill the troll, Durnan thanks you. "Have a free ale on the hosue, you fought well."
You guys sit down at a table to drink the ale when... a figure approaches you.
The figure who approached you strokes his mustache, adjusts his floppy hat, and tightens his scarf. "Volothamp Geddarm, chronicler, wizard, and celebrity, at your service. I trust you've noted the violence in our fair city these past tendays. I haven't seen so much blood since my last visit to Baldur's Gate! But now I fear I have misplaced a friend amid this odious malevolence. "My friend's name is Floon Blagmaar. He's got more beauty than brains, and I worry he took a bad way home a couple nights ago and was kidnapped-or worse. If you agree to track him down with all due haste, I can offer you ten dragons apiece now, and I can give you each ten times that when you find Floon. May I prevail upon you in my hour of need?"
Sorry for a late reply. I've been busy studying
Marc blinks looking at the man and to the rest gathered with him, “Uhhh... sooo you want us to find this Uh Floon? Fellow and bring him back here? Any clue on where he was last or seen last at least?”
"Gold..." Gotch says, nodding his head enthusiastically again and again. "Gotch like gold... Me help.. No problem.. Find fast..." he holds his hand out for the gold. He has a sack laying near his seat at the table that russles with paper as he adjusts it, the threadbare tunic he wears ripped and dingy-looking. His crossbow is on the table, ready to go if another baddy shows up.
Xasil considers the man for a moment. A wizard and chronicler, he may be of some use to me.
“Volothamp. I could help, but I may need your services afterward. I have need of some translation services. As a chronicler, this seems to be up your tree. Or at least the roots of this request fall within your forest. If I help you here, will you promise to look into my concerns afterward?”
Vinter will reclaim his spear and take a seat at the table, “I’m up for paying work, but I’m curious why so much gold for something so simple?”
As they wait for the chronicler to respond, Gotch can't help but let his eyes wander around the tavern, checking out the patrons. He has to hold back his desire to see if anything can be liberated from someone's pocket, since Durnin made it very clear Gotch was not suppose to do that in here. He remembered the last time he had tried and did not want to go through that ever again. Putting his hands in his pockets, to keep them from doing something foolish, he waits on the old sage's words.
Marc looks about the group gathered, "Sooo... Hello all! I am Marc Falaron. I don't believe we all have been acquainted yet!"
"Me Gotch." The goblin sitting at the table speaks up at once. "Good meet..." He then glances around and you get the idea he is looking you over to see where your valuables are hidden.
Nods to the Goblin, "A pleasure to meet you uhh... Gotch." He eyes him back, "Anything I can help you with?"
"No." Gotch says with a toothy smile.
Marc nods slowly, “Uhhh ok...” He makes sure to keep his pack and belongings close to him.
Vinter will lean down to Gotch and whisper, "You shouldn't look them over while they're watching, it makes then nervous and harder to pickpocket later," before rising up and giving Marc a friendly smile and offer his hand, "Call me Vinter."
"Speaking normally, Gotch replies. "If em needs it more en Gotch, then Gotch be fine wit at..." He shrugs. "Oter wis gotch get."