Salty shakes his head and chuckles at Gimble. "No, little friend, Salty has to stay here. My time on the seas has passed me by. But, I am sure Rory would be happy to know that others are following in his footsteps."
"My goodness, yes, I knew there had to be a map... oh , this is exciting, so exciting. And just the coast, just like the journal pages said.. Gimble, this is fascinating! Why, if this part is true, then what he writes in the pages about the ancient ruins must be true as well.."
After pouring over the map for a long time, Clavorus sits back, sipping his mead and thinking for a moment.
"Well, I know the group wanted some down-time after this last bit of adventure... but this is too good to pass up. Let's talk about it with the rest, shall we Gimble?"
Gimble glances at where the other group members are. "I think we should wait until they have played out their plan. But, I agree, we should shown them when they are available. For now, store the map with the rest of the papers. We definitely want to keep that safe."
Maggie takes a chair from a nearby table and sits down next to the guy with the least amount of silver. She speaks to the sailor. “I’ve been seeing this symbol a lot recently.” She points to his armband. “What is it for?”
Clavorus begins rolling up the map, making sure to take care while handling it. He puts it in the leather case with the rest of the vellum and notes, keeping it safe until the group has a moment to talk about it together.
Leaning over to her, Clavorus talks in a low voice to Gimble "Gimble, what intrigues me is how we stumbled across these papers, in an old ruin - and then it just so happens the innkeeper we are staying with is holding the VERY map these notes reference... it's an odd coincidence, right? Also, I could have sworn for the life of me that those papers were blank... Something's afoot. Magic, mischief, the gods, the wind.. something's afoot, my dear, and I can't wait to find out what it is!" He says this last bit in a bit of a chuckle, taking the last swig of his mead and giving Gimble an impish grin...
The poorest of the lot, a young lad in his early twenties with a few wisps of hair he would call a mustache, turns his attention towards Maggie and gives her a grin. "Oye, m'lady, don't see your type to often around 'ere." He keeps his childish grin and then cocks his head slightly and says, "you mean this thing?" he points to the symbol on his armband that Maggie is pointing too, "it's the symbol of the trading guild me and mates work for. The Vereenigde Oost-Faerun Companie. One of the largest in these lands it is."
Two of the other sailors, an elf with half his ear missing and another human with a square jaw and a bald head, keep glancing up at Gaerich as the goateed one keeps on rolling the dice and the younger one gabbing up Maggie. Finally, the bald one says to Gaerich, "Ya gonna play or ya watch ya friend? You don't have to worry about Aldous there, he don't bite." He then gestures at his young friend chatting up Maggie.
((Heads up all, I might not be able to post tomorrow. Going away for the day and might not have any internet access or wifi. So keep RPing and I'll try my best to post, but promise to post on Saturday. Thanks for your all's patience.))
Cyrus catches a good enough glimpse of the map before Clavorus puts it away. The image is burned into his head as he goes about his business, and anyone who's known him for more than a couple days (and that would certainly include you all) might notice that his quite a bit more quiet than his normal self. Ruminatively, he approaches Salty.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Salty tries to avert his eyes from the portrait while talking to Cyrus, "listen, friend, all I can tell you about the island is what me mind lets me remember what me friend Rory said, and this was twenty years ago, mind you. But if me memory serves right he said it was an exotic and beautiful island with welcoming locals. He also spoke of giant creatures and terrible ferocious lizards that stalked the ancient ruins strewn about. And those ruins had riches. Lots of riches. One in particular. A black pearl that the locals spoke of. He wanted that pearl so bad. Said to be a powerful artifact from a time lost to us. But Rory was a great salesman too and some of the tales he spun were to convince fools like me when I was younger to join in his adventures. So who knows. But I do believe the island is real and that map I gave ya is genuine."
The bald human squints at Gaerich, measuring the human and then sucks in some air between his teeth. “Rory? Sure, we know the name. Just rumors and stories though. The fella died around twenty to thirty years ago. But in his younger days he freelanced for the Company, helping to establish a few trade routes that we still use today.”
The bald man scratches under his chin thinking, “I think it was some rogue wave that sunk he and his crew. Am I right Melos?” He asks his half-elf comrade. Melos looks over and say, “Jah, a rogue wave is what got em’.”
“Why you asking about a dead man anyway, lad?” The bald man asks Gaerich.
Salty shakes his head and chuckles at Gimble. "No, little friend, Salty has to stay here. My time on the seas has passed me by. But, I am sure Rory would be happy to know that others are following in his footsteps."
"Thanks for the great story Salty. I am going to show this to my friends, but I will be back for another story soon."
With that she jumps up from the chair and takes the map to Clavorus.
"Clavorus, look what Salty just showed me."
"My goodness, yes, I knew there had to be a map... oh , this is exciting, so exciting. And just the coast, just like the journal pages said.. Gimble, this is fascinating! Why, if this part is true, then what he writes in the pages about the ancient ruins must be true as well.."
After pouring over the map for a long time, Clavorus sits back, sipping his mead and thinking for a moment.
"Well, I know the group wanted some down-time after this last bit of adventure... but this is too good to pass up. Let's talk about it with the rest, shall we Gimble?"
Gimble glances at where the other group members are. "I think we should wait until they have played out their plan. But, I agree, we should shown them when they are available. For now, store the map with the rest of the papers. We definitely want to keep that safe."
Gaerich stands behind Maggie as they observe the game of dragon dice.
((sailors like drinking, generally, I don’t think buying them a round would do any harm...))
Maggie takes a chair from a nearby table and sits down next to the guy with the least amount of silver. She speaks to the sailor. “I’ve been seeing this symbol a lot recently.” She points to his armband. “What is it for?”
Clavorus begins rolling up the map, making sure to take care while handling it. He puts it in the leather case with the rest of the vellum and notes, keeping it safe until the group has a moment to talk about it together.
Leaning over to her, Clavorus talks in a low voice to Gimble "Gimble, what intrigues me is how we stumbled across these papers, in an old ruin - and then it just so happens the innkeeper we are staying with is holding the VERY map these notes reference... it's an odd coincidence, right? Also, I could have sworn for the life of me that those papers were blank... Something's afoot. Magic, mischief, the gods, the wind.. something's afoot, my dear, and I can't wait to find out what it is!" He says this last bit in a bit of a chuckle, taking the last swig of his mead and giving Gimble an impish grin...
((Also, you have no idea how happy I am in real life that there's a map this early... and a nice one, as well!!))
"Oh, I know who's hand is at work here, and I am just as excited to see where it leads."
The poorest of the lot, a young lad in his early twenties with a few wisps of hair he would call a mustache, turns his attention towards Maggie and gives her a grin. "Oye, m'lady, don't see your type to often around 'ere." He keeps his childish grin and then cocks his head slightly and says, "you mean this thing?" he points to the symbol on his armband that Maggie is pointing too, "it's the symbol of the trading guild me and mates work for. The Vereenigde Oost-Faerun Companie. One of the largest in these lands it is."
Two of the other sailors, an elf with half his ear missing and another human with a square jaw and a bald head, keep glancing up at Gaerich as the goateed one keeps on rolling the dice and the younger one gabbing up Maggie. Finally, the bald one says to Gaerich, "Ya gonna play or ya watch ya friend? You don't have to worry about Aldous there, he don't bite." He then gestures at his young friend chatting up Maggie.
((Heads up all, I might not be able to post tomorrow. Going away for the day and might not have any internet access or wifi. So keep RPing and I'll try my best to post, but promise to post on Saturday. Thanks for your all's patience.))
((No worries, I'll be busy during the weekend as well, but on in the evenings probably. Thanks for a very fun start so far!))
Cyrus catches a good enough glimpse of the map before Clavorus puts it away. The image is burned into his head as he goes about his business, and anyone who's known him for more than a couple days (and that would certainly include you all) might notice that his quite a bit more quiet than his normal self. Ruminatively, he approaches Salty.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Salty, is back behind the bar, wiping it down it with a dirty rag. He keeps looking at the portrait of Rory on his wall.
"Salty, what do you know about the Isle of Dread?" Cyrus asks in a hush.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Salty tries to avert his eyes from the portrait while talking to Cyrus, "listen, friend, all I can tell you about the island is what me mind lets me remember what me friend Rory said, and this was twenty years ago, mind you. But if me memory serves right he said it was an exotic and beautiful island with welcoming locals. He also spoke of giant creatures and terrible ferocious lizards that stalked the ancient ruins strewn about. And those ruins had riches. Lots of riches. One in particular. A black pearl that the locals spoke of. He wanted that pearl so bad. Said to be a powerful artifact from a time lost to us. But Rory was a great salesman too and some of the tales he spun were to convince fools like me when I was younger to join in his adventures. So who knows. But I do believe the island is real and that map I gave ya is genuine."
Gaerich looks at the bald sailor “I’m not much of a gambler. We noticed your uniforms. We were wondering what you know about Rory Barbarossa.”
The bald human squints at Gaerich, measuring the human and then sucks in some air between his teeth. “Rory? Sure, we know the name. Just rumors and stories though. The fella died around twenty to thirty years ago. But in his younger days he freelanced for the Company, helping to establish a few trade routes that we still use today.”
Gaerich looks at the bald man and nods. “And what do you know about where he went missing?”
The bald man scratches under his chin thinking, “I think it was some rogue wave that sunk he and his crew. Am I right Melos?” He asks his half-elf comrade. Melos looks over and say, “Jah, a rogue wave is what got em’.”
“Why you asking about a dead man anyway, lad?” The bald man asks Gaerich.