The Drow swings to the far corner with the others leaving his question in the air "It doesn' matter my good disguised man"
"Wait for me, fellows"
Rod grab a chair near the Fighter, jumps and crouches on it like a monkey on a branch. He bands his head while listening to the conversation.
"Delighted, Mr Dubois, you should be the Lion, we were looking for a Lion apparently, uh" he turns back to the Winged Man "Are you willing to help the Lion?, oh, sure, sure I can help too, I can do things, with the Rod, I am Rod after all, nice to meet you...all...do you know Mr Dubois? the Dwarf has a Staff a good one, I suppose" he widely smiles and complies with his head apparently without any reason.
"Bandits..?..Yes stealing my pork...Every time we have a load the basturds hit it..your my best friend elfie your not like the others..I am the lion ..rour..giggles...how much for a dance...who are you again?"
Lenthium sighs, shaking his head as he tries to ease through the blur of drink ""Mr. Dubois, we were told you needed some bandits cleared out of your trade route, and that you'd willingly donate gold to those who did you that favour. Tells us where these bandits are, and also how large a donation you were considering."
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Ishtayu's attention is taken away from the drow and the ongoing conversation, caught by the new man joining in on the topic of the bandits.
"Oh, by all means," he says with a shrug and a smile as his greeting. "It seems we're attracting quite a bit of attention simply by seeking after this task. Not that I'd call that a bad thing, of course. The more, the merrier."
Rod snaps back to the newcomer "Hey...yeah...bandits, and bandits are bad, I suppose, the Lion is worried about bandits and wants to dance, can you dance? or wait......what do you think Mr. Dubois? We could come with you if you don't know where the bandits are, I never traveled with porks, actually, I never traveled at all eheheh"
Leomorne leaned on his staff, his all-too familiar scowl adorning his face once again. "...Bah too many people already..."He grumbled under his breath. "...too much baby sitting...I'm a Wizard, dammit! Not some wet nurse....." The Dwarf's patience was growing thin, but at least it looked like he was trying to keep it in check for now.
After hour of crying hugging and alternately hateing and loving on the party he gives you the address of the hunting lodge with instructions to meet him there
Lenthium says "Okay, sounds like we're on our way to kick some bad guy carcass! See you all at the appropriate edge of town in one hour." He heads out the door (unless engaged in conversation), gathers up his gear and mount, and leads his horse to the gate to await the rest of the party.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Leomorne rubs the bridge of his nose, pinching it between two fingers with an absolutely exasperated look on his face. Wordlessly, the Dwarf just gets up from the old soiled armchair he had found. He turns back and points at the man on the couch as if to say something. He gives a second thought to it, though, and just turns away. He leaves the house never more thankful to be out of a brothel. "This feels like a wild goose chase. First we come to an Inn. Then we go to a brothel. Now we have to go to a Hunting Lodge! It's a good thing the pork was so damn good..." The Dwarf just continues on grumbling as the group makes their way to the lodge.
On the way to the gate meeting, Lenthium relates a little story, making sure Leomorne is well within earshot. "Three friends walk into a bar - and Elf, a Human and a Dwarf. They sit down and order their drinks, relaxing after a long day. The Elf orders wine, A mead for the Human and a Stout Ale for the Dwarf. The room is buzzing with flies and sure enough a fly lands in each of their drinks. Exasperated, the Elf calls the waiter over and demands a replacement goblet! The Human, a bit less picky, scoops the fly out of his mead and tosses it on the floor. The Dwarf, however, snatches the fly in his hand, pinches it between two fingers and yells 'Spit it out, you damn wee beastie!'"
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
The trip to the hunting lodge are quite and peaceful not a peap of danger. The road is a small off shoot from the trade road. It seems forever getting there.The lodge is a grand old building cut from timber smoke curls from its chimney. You smell something quite delicious.
Taking my horse to the stables and doing a quick grooming and feeding, Lenthium walks through the front door of the inn, inhaling the odors deeply, then looking around for their hopefully less-inebriated trader.
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
While walking to the lodge, idly strumming the lute he carries, Ishtayu enjoys looking over the area's surroundings. As the building comes into sight, he spots Lenthium having already arrived.
"Hello, friend," he announces cheerfully, taking a moment to appreciate the delicious scent in the air. "Seems we've both arrived with excellent timing, I imagine the rest of our companions should be here soon." He steps inside the building after Lenthium, examining the building's interior.
"Well, hello and well met, Minstrel! Better early than late as in the late Lenthium, I always say. While we're waiting for the rest of our troupe to show, what say I treat you to a sample of whatever the delicious-smelling dishes are?" Putting a companionable hand on Ishtayu's shoulder, he heads inside and calls out "Yo, Keeper! A table for six, if you please! And two orders of whatever you are currently cooking that has filled our noses so agreeably!"
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“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?" "Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied ― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Leomorne tries his best not to laugh, but Lenthium's joke has him wheezing and turning red. Before long he lets out sputtering chuckles and has to stop. The Dwarf rests his hands on his knees, bent over and trying to compose himself. "Pffft spit it out... spit it out!" Finally, after an annoying amount of time, Leomorne rights himself. Trying his best to ignore Lenthium, he enters the lodge to find out what exactly it is that smells so dang good!
Amidst the conversation of the group, Ishtayu grins enthusiastically at being asked about his instrument, happy for a chance to tell a tale. "Oh, this old thing? We go back a long ways, actually. I'm from a land far off from here, where my talents aren't quite as appreciated, and where those of us not born into the higher standings of society are expected to act obedient and defer to those above us. Spurned and scorned, I was, for daring to look at what greater things there may be in the world, and for wishing to act by my own will," he says, adding a dramatic flair to his words and strumming the lute on occasion. "And yet, I would not be satisfied with those of my home demanding me to follow their commands and orders. I'd had opportunities to see other places briefly while acting as a messenger and such other tasks, so I'd seen glimpses of what wonderful things other lands can offer - for example, rather delicious boar - and I wanted to see more of that, to see all of it! It was in the dark of night when I made my choice, and when I fled from my home. I'd be limited by the commands of my people no longer, and I would from then on live my own life, acting as I see fit!" Ishtayu smirks slightly, content with, in his mind, spinning his tale into a more dramaticized form while avoiding too many details about the exact nature of his people.
Suddenly realizing he's gotten somewhat off track, though, and not actually answered the question about the lute, he then shrugs and quickly adds, "Of course, I needed to make a living and it turned out I'm quite decent at entertaining people. Thus, my tool of the trade. I did obtain it from my near home before fleeing, though, so I suppose it is a bit different in design then most from this area would be familiar with."
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Rod
The Drow swings to the far corner with the others leaving his question in the air "It doesn' matter my good disguised man"
"Wait for me, fellows"
Rod grab a chair near the Fighter, jumps and crouches on it like a monkey on a branch. He bands his head while listening to the conversation.
"Delighted, Mr Dubois, you should be the Lion, we were looking for a Lion apparently, uh" he turns back to the Winged Man "Are you willing to help the Lion?, oh, sure, sure I can help too, I can do things, with the Rod, I am Rod after all, nice to meet you...all...do you know Mr Dubois? the Dwarf has a Staff a good one, I suppose" he widely smiles and complies with his head apparently without any reason.
"Bandits..?..Yes stealing my pork...Every time we have a load the basturds hit it..your my best friend elfie your not like the others..I am the lion ..rour..giggles...how much for a dance...who are you again?"
Lenthium sighs, shaking his head as he tries to ease through the blur of drink ""Mr. Dubois, we were told you needed some bandits cleared out of your trade route, and that you'd willingly donate gold to those who did you that favour. Tells us where these bandits are, and also how large a donation you were considering."
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
“BANDITS?? Did someone say ‘bandits’?”
Redshirt sleepily said as he stepped out from behind a curtain of one of the rooms.
Realizing he had rudely interrupted an conversation, he holds both hands up...
”Ohhh, hey sorry, didn’t realize I was stepping in the middle of a serious conversation. Bandits bad.”
He said snapping a finger in the direction of the group.
Realizing the group was staring at him blankly he thumbs back at the room he just came from...
”Oh no, it’s not that... I was taking a nap. You can get these with or without a wh.... I’ll, uhh, shut up now. Mind if I listen in?”
Ishtayu's attention is taken away from the drow and the ongoing conversation, caught by the new man joining in on the topic of the bandits.
"Oh, by all means," he says with a shrug and a smile as his greeting. "It seems we're attracting quite a bit of attention simply by seeking after this task. Not that I'd call that a bad thing, of course. The more, the merrier."
Rod
Rod snaps back to the newcomer "Hey...yeah...bandits, and bandits are bad, I suppose, the Lion is worried about bandits and wants to dance, can you dance? or wait......what do you think Mr. Dubois? We could come with you if you don't know where the bandits are, I never traveled with porks, actually, I never traveled at all eheheh"
Leomorne leaned on his staff, his all-too familiar scowl adorning his face once again. "...Bah too many people already..."He grumbled under his breath. "...too much baby sitting...I'm a Wizard, dammit! Not some wet nurse....." The Dwarf's patience was growing thin, but at least it looked like he was trying to keep it in check for now.
After hour of crying hugging and alternately hateing and loving on the party he gives you the address of the hunting lodge with instructions to meet him there
Lenthium says "Okay, sounds like we're on our way to kick some bad guy carcass! See you all at the appropriate edge of town in one hour." He heads out the door (unless engaged in conversation), gathers up his gear and mount, and leads his horse to the gate to await the rest of the party.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
“Count me in!”
And with that, Redshirt grabbed his kitbag and followed Lenthium outside.
Rod
The Drow explods in a horselaugh "Eheheh, well well, why not? See you my good Lion, enjoy your mating"
Rod jumps down and follows Lenthium and his wings, wherever they go.
Leomorne rubs the bridge of his nose, pinching it between two fingers with an absolutely exasperated look on his face. Wordlessly, the Dwarf just gets up from the old soiled armchair he had found. He turns back and points at the man on the couch as if to say something. He gives a second thought to it, though, and just turns away. He leaves the house never more thankful to be out of a brothel. "This feels like a wild goose chase. First we come to an Inn. Then we go to a brothel. Now we have to go to a Hunting Lodge! It's a good thing the pork was so damn good..." The Dwarf just continues on grumbling as the group makes their way to the lodge.
On the way to the gate meeting, Lenthium relates a little story, making sure Leomorne is well within earshot. "Three friends walk into a bar - and Elf, a Human and a Dwarf. They sit down and order their drinks, relaxing after a long day. The Elf orders wine, A mead for the Human and a Stout Ale for the Dwarf. The room is buzzing with flies and sure enough a fly lands in each of their drinks. Exasperated, the Elf calls the waiter over and demands a replacement goblet! The Human, a bit less picky, scoops the fly out of his mead and tosses it on the floor. The Dwarf, however, snatches the fly in his hand, pinches it between two fingers and yells 'Spit it out, you damn wee beastie!'"
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
The trip to the hunting lodge are quite and peaceful not a peap of danger. The road is a small off shoot from the trade road. It seems forever getting there.The lodge is a grand old building cut from timber smoke curls from its chimney. You smell something quite delicious.
Taking my horse to the stables and doing a quick grooming and feeding, Lenthium walks through the front door of the inn, inhaling the odors deeply, then looking around for their hopefully less-inebriated trader.
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
While walking to the lodge, idly strumming the lute he carries, Ishtayu enjoys looking over the area's surroundings. As the building comes into sight, he spots Lenthium having already arrived.
"Hello, friend," he announces cheerfully, taking a moment to appreciate the delicious scent in the air. "Seems we've both arrived with excellent timing, I imagine the rest of our companions should be here soon." He steps inside the building after Lenthium, examining the building's interior.
"Well, hello and well met, Minstrel! Better early than late as in the late Lenthium, I always say. While we're waiting for the rest of our troupe to show, what say I treat you to a sample of whatever the delicious-smelling dishes are?" Putting a companionable hand on Ishtayu's shoulder, he heads inside and calls out "Yo, Keeper! A table for six, if you please! And two orders of whatever you are currently cooking that has filled our noses so agreeably!"
“Can you tell me the difference between a witch and a wizard?"
"Sure, a wizard is what they call you when they want to hire you, and a witch is what they call you when they're getting ready to run you out of town.” SunWolf replied
― Barbara Hambly, The Witches of Wenshar
Red sits down at the table alongside his new companions.
“So, Ishtayu, how long have you had your instrument there? I haven’t seen it’s like in all my travels! It must have quite a story!”
OOC: DM, I’d like to use my perception to scan the room, I don’t think I need to roll, but let me know if I’ve misread that! (In case I do, 16)
Leomorne tries his best not to laugh, but Lenthium's joke has him wheezing and turning red. Before long he lets out sputtering chuckles and has to stop. The Dwarf rests his hands on his knees, bent over and trying to compose himself. "Pffft spit it out... spit it out!" Finally, after an annoying amount of time, Leomorne rights himself. Trying his best to ignore Lenthium, he enters the lodge to find out what exactly it is that smells so dang good!
Amidst the conversation of the group, Ishtayu grins enthusiastically at being asked about his instrument, happy for a chance to tell a tale. "Oh, this old thing? We go back a long ways, actually. I'm from a land far off from here, where my talents aren't quite as appreciated, and where those of us not born into the higher standings of society are expected to act obedient and defer to those above us. Spurned and scorned, I was, for daring to look at what greater things there may be in the world, and for wishing to act by my own will," he says, adding a dramatic flair to his words and strumming the lute on occasion. "And yet, I would not be satisfied with those of my home demanding me to follow their commands and orders. I'd had opportunities to see other places briefly while acting as a messenger and such other tasks, so I'd seen glimpses of what wonderful things other lands can offer - for example, rather delicious boar - and I wanted to see more of that, to see all of it! It was in the dark of night when I made my choice, and when I fled from my home. I'd be limited by the commands of my people no longer, and I would from then on live my own life, acting as I see fit!" Ishtayu smirks slightly, content with, in his mind, spinning his tale into a more dramaticized form while avoiding too many details about the exact nature of his people.
Suddenly realizing he's gotten somewhat off track, though, and not actually answered the question about the lute, he then shrugs and quickly adds, "Of course, I needed to make a living and it turned out I'm quite decent at entertaining people. Thus, my tool of the trade. I did obtain it from my near home before fleeing, though, so I suppose it is a bit different in design then most from this area would be familiar with."