“This is quite a curious looking one,” Rowan says, holding up the blue candle as if she’s just noticed it. ”Do you know anything about it?”
Karlo answers "no, all those candles have been collecting there over the years, sometimes when a person passes away the merchants like me who deal in used items will buy boxes of belongings and parcel them out and make our money back as best we can. those candles could date back to when my parents were running the place" he quickly adds "if any of them fail to light or give off a bad odor bring em back nd i'll switch them out for ya Miss". he says with a friendly smile.
Eventually Vrajitor, and the folks playing cards get into news and rumours. the most interesting is the increased activity of Goblin raiding in the area. multi family freeholds and caravans of various sizes are being hit. amongst various rumours is the one of the Goblins being gathered and organized if you could believe such a thing.
OOC:please roll perception for Vrajitor on the thread.
"I will, thank you." Rowan smiles, placing all of the candles in her bag. To her companions, she asks, "Should we get going, then? I'm sure the others are waiting for us back at the tavern."
Vor will ask Karlo, "Sir, would you happen to have a dagger or small knife for sale?" Vor is looking for something to use for whittling or wood carving
"of course" my good sir."Karlo says as he leads the Genasi to a display table with a few knives and Daggers. He points out one that could easily be used for self defense in a pinch. 5 silver my friend. OOC: to Asvala's trained eye it is an excellent price for the handy blade.
"of course" my good sir."Karlo says as he leads the Genasi to a display table with a few knives and Daggers. He points out one that could easily be used for self defense in a pinch. 5 silver my friend. OOC: to Asvala's trained eye it is an excellent price for the handy blade.
Vor hands over the 5 silver and thanks the man, "This is a good blade."
He will put it on his belt and look around for anything resembling a bear or bear carvings until everyone is ready to leave. Vor will accompany his companions back to the inn, keeping a sharp eye on the area as they walk.
"I'm ready when you two are," Krombek gives a cheerful smile, clearly enjoying the exchange of medicinal knowledge and experiences. He gives a long sigh, "It's been so long since I had a conversation with a fellow practitioner... That was nice"
"Glad to accompany you Alaric. Let's see what other forms of disappointment this town has to offer."
As Sandow and Alaric are leaving the Foaming mug they spot a man approaching the Tavern “I see you found a place for the night old friend.” So Herne says. “Where are you off to?”
The group that had headed to the apothecary arrives back at the Foaming Mugs. Vrajitor is in a corner with several other patrons drinking and talking over a card game. No sign of Sandow and Alaric. but the rest of you look like you could use a rest (all except Rowan, whose hand constantly strays to one of her many pockets to gently touch the little stubby candle, she may be up all night).
Vrajitor will continues playing and chatting until folks start to make it plain they are done for the night. He will mention that he might be able to look into the business with the goblins, see if it is true and what might be done about it. He will have to discuss this with his companions.
"I have an interest in suppressing goblin spawning, but from the sounds of things this is bigger than one individual can handle. Is the city guard preparing to defend the town?"
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Rowan spends a little while longer in the tavern, sitting alone at a table in the corner. She pulls the candle out from her pocket, turning it over in her hands and examining it closely. She flips through her spellbook and racks her brain for anything that might help to identify it, but comes up with nothing. Enya paces back and forth on the table, meowing unhelpfully. Eventually, she gives up and retires early to her room, grateful to be sleeping in a proper bed for the first time in a long while.
Vor will sit with Krombek (to make sure he doesn't drown) and with Belthran. He offers to buy another ale for each and will drink it slowly while watching out for Vrajitor and Rowan in the corner.
To Belthran, "I wonder where Alaric and Sandow have got to and how long they've been gone... should we go looking?"
Belthran gratefully accepts the ale and enters into a diatribe that jumps from the morals of piracy and pillaging to dragons being more relevant than gods, covering why fish soup is an abomination in between.
Belthran gratefully accepts the ale and enters into a diatribe that jumps from the morals of piracy and pillaging to dragons being more relevant than gods, covering why fish soup is an abomination in between.
"I see your point my friend; fish soup is truly an abomination to gods and dragons and pirates. It is a retched use of fish." All the while keeping an eye on Vrajitor's table in case someone doesn't like his hand.
"Glad to accompany you Alaric. Let's see what other forms of disappointment this town has to offer."
As Sandow and Alaric are leaving the Foaming mug they spot a man approaching the Tavern “I see you found a place for the night old friend.” So Herne says. “Where are you off to?”
After walking for several minutes to several different Smithies, Alaric, Sandow, and Herne are met with only closed signs. “It’s as bad as I feared” Herne says. “the town hasn’t received a shipment in weeks.”
Herne says visibly frustrated “I tried saying as much to the Duvessa and Shire Reeve. But they don’t care or don’t want to believe”.
“Here is the thing Sandow,” Herne says. “My younger brothers, the twins, were working at the frost ridge mine. We haven’t heard from them in weeks. And now other mines are not responding. Them in charge say it’s the weather, maybe Goblins. I don’t care what it is! I need to find my brothers.”
He continues “I was willing to lead a relief column of militia to the frostridge, but the upswing in Goblin activity has everyone hunkered down behind the walls here. And the problems out there!” He points to the east.
Herne continues. “I need some folk I can count on to help me check out what happened at frostridge. If anything, at least as to why they ain’t shown up here.”
He pauses “I’ve got 154 GP that I can pay, that’s it.” But perhaps there will be other payment or reward we can receive if we lift this problem.” He looks to Sandow “I was hoping you could put in a good word with your people, if they were looking for a job.”
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Karlo answers "no, all those candles have been collecting there over the years, sometimes when a person passes away the merchants like me who deal in used items will buy boxes of belongings and parcel them out and make our money back as best we can. those candles could date back to when my parents were running the place" he quickly adds "if any of them fail to light or give off a bad odor bring em back nd i'll switch them out for ya Miss". he says with a friendly smile.
Sandow and Alaric (with a obviously tired Vernon in tow ) head out the door the Valet heads up to prepare Alaric's room. as well a his and Vernon's
Eventually Vrajitor, and the folks playing cards get into news and rumours. the most interesting is the increased activity of Goblin raiding in the area. multi family freeholds and caravans of various sizes are being hit. amongst various rumours is the one of the Goblins being gathered and organized if you could believe such a thing.
OOC:please roll perception for Vrajitor on the thread.
Perception 21
OCC Boy that went right over his head, what ever that was.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
"I will, thank you." Rowan smiles, placing all of the candles in her bag. To her companions, she asks, "Should we get going, then? I'm sure the others are waiting for us back at the tavern."
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Vor will ask Karlo, "Sir, would you happen to have a dagger or small knife for sale?" Vor is looking for something to use for whittling or wood carving
Moshet Tanubis - Grave Cleric - Lvl 1 -- Mercer's Tavern
Asvala Vor - Barbarian/War Cleric - Lvl 2/Lvl 1 - Icewind Dale: Frostmaiden
"of course" my good sir."Karlo says as he leads the Genasi to a display table with a few knives and Daggers. He points out one that could easily be used for self defense in a pinch. 5 silver my friend. OOC: to Asvala's trained eye it is an excellent price for the handy blade.
Vor hands over the 5 silver and thanks the man, "This is a good blade."
He will put it on his belt and look around for anything resembling a bear or bear carvings until everyone is ready to leave. Vor will accompany his companions back to the inn, keeping a sharp eye on the area as they walk.
Moshet Tanubis - Grave Cleric - Lvl 1 -- Mercer's Tavern
Asvala Vor - Barbarian/War Cleric - Lvl 2/Lvl 1 - Icewind Dale: Frostmaiden
"I'm ready when you two are," Krombek gives a cheerful smile, clearly enjoying the exchange of medicinal knowledge and experiences. He gives a long sigh, "It's been so long since I had a conversation with a fellow practitioner... That was nice"
As Sandow and Alaric are leaving the Foaming mug they spot a man approaching the Tavern “I see you found a place for the night old friend.” So Herne says. “Where are you off to?”
OOC: It's ok you got the main stuff.
The group that had headed to the apothecary arrives back at the Foaming Mugs. Vrajitor is in a corner with several other patrons drinking and talking over a card game. No sign of Sandow and Alaric. but the rest of you look like you could use a rest (all except Rowan, whose hand constantly strays to one of her many pockets to gently touch the little stubby candle, she may be up all night).
[action] I'll have a few too many ales while I wait until everyone is back at the Foaming Mug
OOC: The bartender nods and starts a tab.
Vrajitor will continues playing and chatting until folks start to make it plain they are done for the night. He will mention that he might be able to look into the business with the goblins, see if it is true and what might be done about it. He will have to discuss this with his companions.
"I have an interest in suppressing goblin spawning, but from the sounds of things this is bigger than one individual can handle. Is the city guard preparing to defend the town?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Rowan spends a little while longer in the tavern, sitting alone at a table in the corner. She pulls the candle out from her pocket, turning it over in her hands and examining it closely. She flips through her spellbook and racks her brain for anything that might help to identify it, but comes up with nothing. Enya paces back and forth on the table, meowing unhelpfully. Eventually, she gives up and retires early to her room, grateful to be sleeping in a proper bed for the first time in a long while.
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Vor will sit with Krombek (to make sure he doesn't drown) and with Belthran. He offers to buy another ale for each and will drink it slowly while watching out for Vrajitor and Rowan in the corner.
To Belthran, "I wonder where Alaric and Sandow have got to and how long they've been gone... should we go looking?"
Moshet Tanubis - Grave Cleric - Lvl 1 -- Mercer's Tavern
Asvala Vor - Barbarian/War Cleric - Lvl 2/Lvl 1 - Icewind Dale: Frostmaiden
Belthran gratefully accepts the ale and enters into a diatribe that jumps from the morals of piracy and pillaging to dragons being more relevant than gods, covering why fish soup is an abomination in between.
"I see your point my friend; fish soup is truly an abomination to gods and dragons and pirates. It is a retched use of fish." All the while keeping an eye on Vrajitor's table in case someone doesn't like his hand.
Moshet Tanubis - Grave Cleric - Lvl 1 -- Mercer's Tavern
Asvala Vor - Barbarian/War Cleric - Lvl 2/Lvl 1 - Icewind Dale: Frostmaiden
After walking for several minutes to several different Smithies, Alaric, Sandow, and Herne are met with only closed signs. “It’s as bad as I feared” Herne says. “the town hasn’t received a shipment in weeks.”
Herne says visibly frustrated “I tried saying as much to the Duvessa and Shire Reeve. But they don’t care or don’t want to believe”.
“Here is the thing Sandow,” Herne says. “My younger brothers, the twins, were working at the frost ridge mine. We haven’t heard from them in weeks. And now other mines are not responding. Them in charge say it’s the weather, maybe Goblins. I don’t care what it is! I need to find my brothers.”
He continues “I was willing to lead a relief column of militia to the frostridge, but the upswing in Goblin activity has everyone hunkered down behind the walls here. And the problems out there!” He points to the east.
Herne continues. “I need some folk I can count on to help me check out what happened at frostridge. If anything, at least as to why they ain’t shown up here.”
He pauses “I’ve got 154 GP that I can pay, that’s it.” But perhaps there will be other payment or reward we can receive if we lift this problem.” He looks to Sandow “I was hoping you could put in a good word with your people, if they were looking for a job.”