With a dismissive snort, Thurmun mutters under his breath,
"By all that's dark an damp, do this fella think we're rich or sumpin?"
Feeling like he should jump in before someone agrees foolishly to that ridiculous price (or scares off potentially cheap help/fodder), he hopes down from his perch and mounts a chair and then its accompanying table. Thus with a height advantage, he winks at the newly forming group and mouths "I got this..." He turns, doffs his hood and puts on his most charming smile.
"Me new family here be thinking that's far too high a price for beginnin venturers. I agree. A fair price would be likin ta 2 gold per week an a 5 percentage of any coin we find, split uppin yer cook an guard as ye see fit. Should ya hire the likes, that is." persuasion check
"Like I already done said, I know the way, know a guy who knows what's what an I ken get us there easy peasy. Yer job would be easy, shuffle our goods along, keep em safe, mebee feed us a mite while camping. We got the muscle an sizzle sazzle" wiggling his fingers as if casting a spell, "ta protect ourselfs. Just need our goods taken care a." He leans a little closer. "I ken track down and take back anythin that might go missin ... I got some not so nice connections down there" he whispers then gestures below ground with a sly smile and a wink, "who love wetwork..."
With the charming smile returning to his face he says warmly "Whatcha think Haystack? Ya wanna think about me offer while I have a jibber jabber with me folk?" He turns without waiting as he replaces his hood and hops down from the table with catlike grace, ending in a deep bow upon one knee before Daxori. "I hope I haven't overstepped M'lady" Thurmun remains on one knee keenly watching Haywin from the shadows of his hood for reaction and any tell tale signs.
Haywin Clement smiles and chuckles a little at Thurmun's proposition.
"It is good to see that you are not as green as you seem and take everything at face value, it is good to see that you are willing to haggle a bit."
"If you could conjure up one more gold piece I will get my men together, it will be myself, Pudgin our cook, Harley is our guard plus two mules, food and tents for six . all for 3gp a week and the agreed 5% of the coinage if found. Do we have an agreement?"
As he looks at the group and Thurman in particular.
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"Trust in your friends, and they'll have reason to trust in you."
"Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing."
Still with her back to Haywin, Daxori rolls her eyes and states in a mildly annoyed tone,
"I don't generally bother trying to haggle with someone whose opening gambit is 7 times a fair price."
Then looking down at Thurmun and giving him a sly wink,
"Good Thurmun, you have not but shown this man to be less the scoundrel than I had supposed. Though I am still not sure I am inclined to accept his services."
Haywin takes a step back. Nodds his head towards Daxori and Thurmun.
"I apologize if I seemed a bit forward in asking for employment, I made the mistake of assuming your group was about to set off on some kind of expedition. I will be around for a few days if you wish to employ my services, A last good luck and good fortune on you endeavor."
With that he heads off into town away from the Inn.
Soon after Haywin leaves than a group of five people walk past your group on their way to the Shady dragon Inn. The group consists of a Human male dressed in dark traveling clothes, a halfling dressed in motley clothes, a human female dressed in rugged traveling clothes, a half orc in dark traveling clothes, followed lastly by a female half elf dressed in forest green traveling clothes.
The man in the lead barks "Make way for the Orpheus’ Company!.As they pass by and head inside.
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"Trust in your friends, and they'll have reason to trust in you."
"Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing."
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Thurmun, always an opportunist and consummate theif, quickly assesses the group for the easiest target of the group and any coin purses, containers or valuable items of interest.
With that low roll Thurmun you see no obvious coin purses or any such valuables. You know that within town limits , no weapons other than daggers,swords, and staves may be carried . Other weapons must be turned in and will be kept in the town hall, to be returned when the owner leaves. Wearing armor, while not illegal, will result in repeated questioning of those not obviously arriving or leaving town .
If you wish you can make and intelligence check with your proficiency bonus added (d20+2)to see if you recognize any of these people from your dealings with the Rouges of the area.
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"Trust in your friends, and they'll have reason to trust in you."
"Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing."
A young man from a local fishing village named Orpheus dreamed of easy gold and fame, convincing his four friends to join the Orpheus’ Company they are off on adventures to make the local area a better place.
The company consists of
Orpheus (Human Male) Leader of the group by default since he is the strongest and loudest.
Neela (Human Female) The taciturn daughter of the local militia leader.
Sod the (Half-Orc Male) with the heart of a poet loves things that are both gentle and ferocious, primarily himself.
Bluster (Halfling Male) A hateful, crude halfling who stinks of garlic and rum.
Priscilla (Half-elf Female) Hunting and tracking are Priscilla's twin loves and nearly everything she does is in pursuit of one or the other.
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"Trust in your friends, and they'll have reason to trust in you."
"Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing."
Needing no further encouragement, Daxori starts heading toward the Shady Dragon Inn intent on finding a table within eavesdropping distance of the Orpheus' Company.
"Come along then worthy Enzo, let's see what passes for drink around here."
The door opens, and a short wide shouldered Mountain Dwarf of pale orangish skin and a Fire red beard walks in. With the look of age setting in he appears to be about 50 years old, and a squint from the right eye as he peers around at the room. The chainmail appears worn and has broken links in various places showing it has seen battle. A shield mounted on his back shoulder and a battle axe held in one hand with its double headed blade pointing to the floor. He glances around peering from side to side as if he were sizing the immediate room up if war was to come knocking, he would be ready to take action from the best vantage point.
I see the experience of a dwarf that has been in many wars would come in handy in this group. I served loyally as a soldier in Highforge, and I know a thing or two about wars. I discovered being an innkeeper was too dull for meh liking, and the stories that I heard made me want to return to adventure. Not much changes from the four walls of a barkeep on a daily basis.
Have you ever seen the inside of a goat pulled out of its nose? No!? Well that only happens on a good day.. you should see the bad days!... (reaching into his pocket an apple falls to the floor. He picks the apple up and bites down.. juice squirting out onto his beard as he grins) A little dirt for the soul. eh? (laughs out loud). Lets see what became of these two legends, perhaps they have a story or two to share. I am Ruthor Firebrand of HighForge, and I pledge my axe to this quest!
Carefully, so as not to draw unwanted attention, Daxori makes a few complex gesture and utters some arcane words under her breath. The newly arrived Dwarf hears a small voice in his ear that only he appears to hear.
"Hello Mr. Firebrand, I am pleased that you would like to join us in our quest, but you had best find Sergeant Arthol and turn in your axe or there will likely be unnecessary trouble. I'm not sure how you missed him on your way into Threshold, as he usually greets everyone to check their weapons and explain the local rules."
Out side scratching his head Belorin still confused by all the numbers being thrown around snaps out of his thought realizing that people are walking in side, Belorin follows after.
Carefully, so as not to draw unwanted attention, Daxori makes a few complex gesture and utters some arcane words under her breath. The newly arrived Dwarf hears a small voice in his ear that only he appears to hear.
"Hello Mr. Firebrand, I am pleased that you would like to join us in our quest, but you had best find Sergeant Arthol and turn in your axe or there will likely be unnecessary trouble. I'm not sure how you missed him on your way into Threshold, as he usually greets everyone to check their weapons and explain the local rules."
*glances about looking for this Sergeant Arthol* (out of character: do you have the name correct? lol)
With a dismissive snort, Thurmun mutters under his breath,
"By all that's dark an damp, do this fella think we're rich or sumpin?"
Feeling like he should jump in before someone agrees foolishly to that ridiculous price (or scares off potentially cheap help/fodder), he hopes down from his perch and mounts a chair and then its accompanying table. Thus with a height advantage, he winks at the newly forming group and mouths "I got this..." He turns, doffs his hood and puts on his most charming smile.
"Me new family here be thinking that's far too high a price for beginnin venturers. I agree. A fair price would be likin ta 2 gold per week an a 5 percentage of any coin we find, split uppin yer cook an guard as ye see fit. Should ya hire the likes, that is." persuasion check
"Like I already done said, I know the way, know a guy who knows what's what an I ken get us there easy peasy. Yer job would be easy, shuffle our goods along, keep em safe, mebee feed us a mite while camping. We got the muscle an sizzle sazzle" wiggling his fingers as if casting a spell, "ta protect ourselfs. Just need our goods taken care a." He leans a little closer. "I ken track down and take back anythin that might go missin ... I got some not so nice connections down there" he whispers then gestures below ground with a sly smile and a wink, "who love wetwork..."
With the charming smile returning to his face he says warmly "Whatcha think Haystack? Ya wanna think about me offer while I have a jibber jabber with me folk?" He turns without waiting as he replaces his hood and hops down from the table with catlike grace, ending in a deep bow upon one knee before Daxori. "I hope I haven't overstepped M'lady" Thurmun remains on one knee keenly watching Haywin from the shadows of his hood for reaction and any tell tale signs.
18 Skill check persuasion
+2 = 20
Haywin Clement smiles and chuckles a little at Thurmun's proposition.
"It is good to see that you are not as green as you seem and take everything at face value, it is good to see that you are willing to haggle a bit."
"If you could conjure up one more gold piece I will get my men together, it will be myself, Pudgin our cook, Harley is our guard plus two mules, food and tents for six . all for 3gp a week and the agreed 5% of the coinage if found. Do we have an agreement?"
As he looks at the group and Thurman in particular.
Still with her back to Haywin, Daxori rolls her eyes and states in a mildly annoyed tone,
"I don't generally bother trying to haggle with someone whose opening gambit is 7 times a fair price."
Then looking down at Thurmun and giving him a sly wink,
"Good Thurmun, you have not but shown this man to be less the scoundrel than I had supposed. Though I am still not sure I am inclined to accept his services."
"Ah, as M'lady wishes."
Thurmun stands and turns with an apologetic frown,
"Unless me family has sumpin ta say, our original offer stands like I already done said. Take er or leave er, yer loss..."
Thurmun spreads his hands wide palms up and shrugs, implying he has no say in the matter. The lady has spoken.
Soon after Haywin leaves than a group of five people walk past your group on their way to the Shady dragon Inn. The group consists of a Human male dressed in dark traveling clothes, a halfling dressed in motley clothes, a human female dressed in rugged traveling clothes, a half orc in dark traveling clothes, followed lastly by a female half elf dressed in forest green traveling clothes.
The man in the lead barks "Make way for the Orpheus’ Company!. As they pass by and head inside.
Thurmun, always an opportunist and consummate theif, quickly assesses the group for the easiest target of the group and any coin purses, containers or valuable items of interest.
Perception +3 12
With that low roll Thurmun you see no obvious coin purses or any such valuables. You know that within town limits , no weapons other than daggers,swords, and staves may be carried . Other weapons must be turned in and will be kept in the town hall, to be returned when the owner leaves. Wearing armor, while not illegal, will result in repeated questioning of those not obviously arriving or leaving town .
If you wish you can make and intelligence check with your proficiency bonus added (d20+2)to see if you recognize any of these people from your dealings with the Rouges of the area.
Daxori tries to remember if she has ever read or heard anything about the Orpheus' Company.
History 20
Looking in the direction of the Shady Dragon Inn, Daxori ponders aloud,
"I wonder what that lot has been up to... anyone care to join me for a drink?"
These words seem to have put Enzo into a silent pray, as upon hearing them, his eyes closed and those that listen closely could hear a quite humming.
The word drink seems to have immediately awoken Enzo from his prayers.
''I would be honored to share a drink with you Daxori'
Needing no further encouragement, Daxori starts heading toward the Shady Dragon Inn intent on finding a table within eavesdropping distance of the Orpheus' Company.
"Come along then worthy Enzo, let's see what passes for drink around here."
The door opens, and a short wide shouldered Mountain Dwarf of pale orangish skin and a Fire red beard walks in. With the look of age setting in he appears to be about 50 years old, and a squint from the right eye as he peers around at the room. The chainmail appears worn and has broken links in various places showing it has seen battle. A shield mounted on his back shoulder and a battle axe held in one hand with its double headed blade pointing to the floor. He glances around peering from side to side as if he were sizing the immediate room up if war was to come knocking, he would be ready to take action from the best vantage point.
I see the experience of a dwarf that has been in many wars would come in handy in this group. I served loyally as a soldier in Highforge, and I know a thing or two about wars. I discovered being an innkeeper was too dull for meh liking, and the stories that I heard made me want to return to adventure. Not much changes from the four walls of a barkeep on a daily basis.
Have you ever seen the inside of a goat pulled out of its nose? No!? Well that only happens on a good day.. you should see the bad days!... (reaching into his pocket an apple falls to the floor. He picks the apple up and bites down.. juice squirting out onto his beard as he grins) A little dirt for the soul. eh? (laughs out loud). Lets see what became of these two legends, perhaps they have a story or two to share. I am Ruthor Firebrand of HighForge, and I pledge my axe to this quest!
Carefully, so as not to draw unwanted attention, Daxori makes a few complex gesture and utters some arcane words under her breath. The newly arrived Dwarf hears a small voice in his ear that only he appears to hear.
"Hello Mr. Firebrand, I am pleased that you would like to join us in our quest, but you had best find Sergeant Arthol and turn in your axe or there will likely be unnecessary trouble. I'm not sure how you missed him on your way into Threshold, as he usually greets everyone to check their weapons and explain the local rules."
Out side scratching his head Belorin still confused by all the numbers being thrown around snaps out of his thought realizing that people are walking in side, Belorin follows after.
*glances about looking for this Sergeant Arthol* (out of character: do you have the name correct? lol)
The mysterious, small voice adds.
"And yes, that is his real name. Do try to contain your juvenile mirth when you talk to him."