Jordar grimaces as when approaching he is reminded of the fact that 'It's a dwarf.', he looks to the sides awkwardly, hoping his bloodline isn't brought up in the conversation, eventually approaching with a brief nod "Jordar at your service, master dwarf." he awkwardly scratches the back of his head and tries to lead the conversation elsewhere, "Forgive the eagerness, but if you would tell us what you know of the region surrounding Phandalin..."
Matter of factly Norwin approaches Gundren as well. "Yes indeed. Here to escort the goods like you asked. My name is Norwin. I have to go to Phandalin anyway, so why not combine that with some community service" he holds out his hand. "Are all papers in order? We just learned the possible repercussions for not having a solid contract in order." Looking at Sildar (who is probably throwing a scalding look at him) "No offense intended. I do believe you are honorable men, but better safe than sorry am I right? My apologies if I offended you in any way."
"Good to 'ave you all on board," the dwarf says as each of the party introduces themselves. Taking the leather bag of vials from Sylharice he pulls one out and looks at it curiously, turning the container in his hand. "Gimpexinus didn't tell you what these were?" He's a secretive old rogue ain't he. How's he doing lad? You'll have to thank him for me next time you see 'im"
He frowns a little at Norwin as he shakes the mans hand, then laughs. "No contracts here, matey. Deliver this lot to Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin, though," and he jerks his thumb at the cart, "and he'll give you your payment, don't you worry about that. Whose to say you lot don't scuttle off down to Waterdeep with my cart'n supplies anyway, eh?" He pats the canvas. "This'd be worth a pretty penny down there." He laughs. "Besides, do this job well, I might be able to find some more for you once you get up there. Lucrative stuff, like."
He looks to Sildar, "What in all the hells happened at the Leviathan that you got 'em talking about contracts?"
Sildar shrugs. "Some entitled noble brat was doing his extortionist act, trying to terrorise a halfling fellow. Mulligan and Graeme there sorted it out pretty amicably." Sildar gives them both a wink. "Quite the diplomats," he grins.
Gundren rolls his eyes and smiles. "Bout time someone dealt with those scum. Good to know." He shakes Jordar's hand warmly. "Oh it's rough country up there at Phandalin. Only been re-settled three or four years, but there's a good trade going on. Farming, woodcutters and prospectors," at this last one he waggles his eyebrows. "Money to be made, eh! 'Sides, me and my brothers, we reckon we've found something big up there," and he taps his nose with one finger, but it's easy to see the excitement on the dwarfs face.
He walks over to one of the horses, and puts the pouch containing the vials carefully in a saddlebag. "Me'n Sildar, we'll be headin' off tonight. I'm overdue as it is, on urgent business" he points to the two other men. "The four of us should get up there the mornin' after tomorrow." He gestures to the cart again. "There's no need for you folks to rush. You should get up a couple'o days behind us. Stay the night here and start out in the morning, my assistant should be around at first light."
"Now. Is there anything else you need afore we go?" The two men tending to the horses open the gate and begin to lead the animals outside. Each has saddle bags attached, and roll mats are tied to the back of the saddles. The sound of hooves clatter loudly in the enclosed courtyard. Gundren points at the two oxen, still munching away happily. "They'll be pulling your cart for you. My assistant knows how to handle 'em, not that they'll give you any bother, big docile beasts that they are."
Sylharice lifts his shoulders and responds "ah u know how are dragonborns...secretive and always tending to their own business! I think I am ok actually.. just need a place to study I guess and rest mostly"
Graeme ponders the advance he was looking to ask for, but thinks better of it. He's too tired to haggle with a dwarf. Best to be getting on with the sleeping. "Safe travels, sir Gundren!"
Graeme looks around the warehouse for a minute and spots a suitable place to bed down. Patting his chest he says with a bit of a yawn "Well, that's me!" and wanders over and begins settling in for the night.
"Your word is good enough for me. See you in Phandalin in a few days sir. Your goods will be safe with us."
Norwin has no further questions, the task seems simple enough. He will bed down for the night. During travel he will want to be out on the front of the cart to keep a lookout.
"No beds for ye I'm afraid." Gundren opens a door into what looks like a shop full of mining supplies, pick axes barrels and lanterns abound, amongst other things. "You can bed down under the cart, or in here if ye feel more comfortable." He gives Mulligan a grin. "Once this place is locked up, ain't no one getting in until morning. No need to worry about yer head! We'll be off then. See you in Phandalin in a few days."
With that the party gathers to watch Gundren, Sildar and their escort leave, Gundren on a smaller horse than the rest, and Sildar riding a handsome black beast with three distinct white socks. The two other men watch you all intently until everyone is ready to go.
As the group leaves you close the gate and lock it with a solid wooden bar then settle down for the night. With the building locked up, there seems to be no need to set a watch, and you remain pretty much undisturbed, save for the locking bar being rattled gently in its housing sometime during the night.
Day 2
You are woken just after sunup by Gundren's assistant opening up the shop, keys jangling merrily. The halfling breezes in and stops in surprise at the sleeping party, before nodding to herself. She places a bag down on a counter, from which comes the wonderful smell of freshly baked bread. "Heyo sleepy heads, time to get up!" She begins the business of hitching the oxen to the cart.
"What do you think is in the bag, silly," the halfling says cheerily. "You don't think I could eat all of that myself, do you? Look at the size of me!" Her laugh is liquid. "Gundren stopped on his way out the city and asked me to get you all some breakfast. So, help yourselves." She starts pulling one of the oxen towards the carts traps.
Mulligan grabs some bread and allows the pleasant aroma to wash over her for a moment, before taking a bite. "Looks like that Tallstag was all talk. I'm still alive, for now."
Sylharice stands up hugs the halfling and lifts her up saying " that's very kind of u!!"with a big smile and continues" that makes me wanna kiss u" and he gives her a big kiss
The halfling gives Mulligan a smile. "Tallstag is it. Oooo whatcha do to him? He likes to bully folk when he can get away with it, but he's a coward at heart that one."
As Sylharice picks her up she struggles like an eel and flaps her hands at his face. "Ugh. Gerrof you big slobbering lump." When she's back on the ground she scowls at him, tapping her foot. "What in all the nine hells d'ya think your doing, goin' around kissing folk like that? Huh?" She looks at Mulligan. "This lummox with you?" The halfling glares at the wizard then says, "I got work to do. I'd thank you kindly to let me get on with it." She grumbles away to herself as she attaches the second oxen casting occasional furious glances towards Sylharice.
He scratches his head and apologise "i am deeply sorry if I have offended u in any way.i didn't know u ll be upset for trying to give u a kiss on your cheek..in my defence u don't have to worry I have someone to wait for me...and mulligan I guess u were right doing this so I forgive your harshness " he quickly straights his body and says" so now everything is settled let's focus to the matter at hand and mulligan don't frett u won't have to see me after the job right?"
Jordar awakens at the smell of freshly baked bread, his belly grumbling out loud as he jumps to a stand and approaches trying to mask his eagerness just a bit, "Oh you must be Gundren's assitant! I'm starting to like this job already." he smiles as he nods at the bread basket before reaching in and taking a wide chunk and munching it down right where he stands and licking his fingers, then making his way outside for a stretch "You need any help with the cart, miss?"
The frown vanishes from the halflings face and she gives a winsome smile to Jordar as he offers to help with the cart. "Oh yes please. These things are gentle as kittens," she says tugging on the second oxen's tether, "but if they don't wanna move...." She grunts as the beast refuses to move, and stands there munching on some hay. She laughs. "I'm Rowan, pleased to meet you."
Jordar will turn around and return in order to help Rowan with the oxen, "Jordar, pleasure is mine. It's not everyday I wake up to fresh bread instead of a cold draft from the hole on the ceiling and a hangover, but I digress..." he approaches the oxen and caresses the beast's back, using his bread-smelling hand to try and lure them forward.
You can hear a “Pshh... Tallstag...” followed by faint, unintelligible grumbling from Graeme at the mention of the name.
He puts himself together just in time to see the half-elf pick up Rowan and kiss her. “Aye, lad, tha’s a good way to wake up an find yerself a eunuch!”
Graeme walks to within earshot of everyone and says “Maidin mhaith, erm, good mornin’ that is. Since we're all goin’ to be together o’er the next few days, thought you should ken I’m Graeme...” Graeme holds up his great sword, “... an’ this is Malkie. I’m fair in a scrap an will hae yer back if you hae mine. Noe, if this cart is as valuable as Grundren says it is, we’re goin’ tae be a target as soon as we leave those doors. Especially if those Tallstag roasters are all tha’ they say.” Graeme nods his head towards the door. “We’d do well to be on our guard from the go.”
“If anyone else would like to introduce themselves...” Graeme steps back with a flourish of his right hand, motioning to the floor.
With a nod, Graeme joins in, "Well met! I'm Graeme."
Jordar grimaces as when approaching he is reminded of the fact that 'It's a dwarf.', he looks to the sides awkwardly, hoping his bloodline isn't brought up in the conversation, eventually approaching with a brief nod "Jordar at your service, master dwarf." he awkwardly scratches the back of his head and tries to lead the conversation elsewhere, "Forgive the eagerness, but if you would tell us what you know of the region surrounding Phandalin..."
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Matter of factly Norwin approaches Gundren as well. "Yes indeed. Here to escort the goods like you asked. My name is Norwin. I have to go to Phandalin anyway, so why not combine that with some community service" he holds out his hand. "Are all papers in order? We just learned the possible repercussions for not having a solid contract in order." Looking at Sildar (who is probably throwing a scalding look at him) "No offense intended. I do believe you are honorable men, but better safe than sorry am I right? My apologies if I offended you in any way."
"Good to 'ave you all on board," the dwarf says as each of the party introduces themselves. Taking the leather bag of vials from Sylharice he pulls one out and looks at it curiously, turning the container in his hand. "Gimpexinus didn't tell you what these were?" He's a secretive old rogue ain't he. How's he doing lad? You'll have to thank him for me next time you see 'im"
He frowns a little at Norwin as he shakes the mans hand, then laughs. "No contracts here, matey. Deliver this lot to Barthen's Provisions in Phandalin, though," and he jerks his thumb at the cart, "and he'll give you your payment, don't you worry about that. Whose to say you lot don't scuttle off down to Waterdeep with my cart'n supplies anyway, eh?" He pats the canvas. "This'd be worth a pretty penny down there." He laughs. "Besides, do this job well, I might be able to find some more for you once you get up there. Lucrative stuff, like."
He looks to Sildar, "What in all the hells happened at the Leviathan that you got 'em talking about contracts?"
Sildar shrugs. "Some entitled noble brat was doing his extortionist act, trying to terrorise a halfling fellow. Mulligan and Graeme there sorted it out pretty amicably." Sildar gives them both a wink. "Quite the diplomats," he grins.
Gundren rolls his eyes and smiles. "Bout time someone dealt with those scum. Good to know." He shakes Jordar's hand warmly. "Oh it's rough country up there at Phandalin. Only been re-settled three or four years, but there's a good trade going on. Farming, woodcutters and prospectors," at this last one he waggles his eyebrows. "Money to be made, eh! 'Sides, me and my brothers, we reckon we've found something big up there," and he taps his nose with one finger, but it's easy to see the excitement on the dwarfs face.
He walks over to one of the horses, and puts the pouch containing the vials carefully in a saddlebag. "Me'n Sildar, we'll be headin' off tonight. I'm overdue as it is, on urgent business" he points to the two other men. "The four of us should get up there the mornin' after tomorrow." He gestures to the cart again. "There's no need for you folks to rush. You should get up a couple'o days behind us. Stay the night here and start out in the morning, my assistant should be around at first light."
"Now. Is there anything else you need afore we go?" The two men tending to the horses open the gate and begin to lead the animals outside. Each has saddle bags attached, and roll mats are tied to the back of the saddles. The sound of hooves clatter loudly in the enclosed courtyard. Gundren points at the two oxen, still munching away happily. "They'll be pulling your cart for you. My assistant knows how to handle 'em, not that they'll give you any bother, big docile beasts that they are."
Sylharice lifts his shoulders and responds "ah u know how are dragonborns...secretive and always tending to their own business! I think I am ok actually.. just need a place to study I guess and rest mostly"
Graeme ponders the advance he was looking to ask for, but thinks better of it. He's too tired to haggle with a dwarf. Best to be getting on with the sleeping. "Safe travels, sir Gundren!"
Graeme looks around the warehouse for a minute and spots a suitable place to bed down. Patting his chest he says with a bit of a yawn "Well, that's me!" and wanders over and begins settling in for the night.
"Your word is good enough for me. See you in Phandalin in a few days sir. Your goods will be safe with us."
Norwin has no further questions, the task seems simple enough. He will bed down for the night. During travel he will want to be out on the front of the cart to keep a lookout.
Mulligan lets out a little laugh. "I hope I can keep my head overnight. Where shall we retire for the night?"
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
"No beds for ye I'm afraid." Gundren opens a door into what looks like a shop full of mining supplies, pick axes barrels and lanterns abound, amongst other things. "You can bed down under the cart, or in here if ye feel more comfortable." He gives Mulligan a grin. "Once this place is locked up, ain't no one getting in until morning. No need to worry about yer head! We'll be off then. See you in Phandalin in a few days."
With that the party gathers to watch Gundren, Sildar and their escort leave, Gundren on a smaller horse than the rest, and Sildar riding a handsome black beast with three distinct white socks. The two other men watch you all intently until everyone is ready to go.
As the group leaves you close the gate and lock it with a solid wooden bar then settle down for the night. With the building locked up, there seems to be no need to set a watch, and you remain pretty much undisturbed, save for the locking bar being rattled gently in its housing sometime during the night.
Day 2
You are woken just after sunup by Gundren's assistant opening up the shop, keys jangling merrily. The halfling breezes in and stops in surprise at the sleeping party, before nodding to herself. She places a bag down on a counter, from which comes the wonderful smell of freshly baked bread. "Heyo sleepy heads, time to get up!" She begins the business of hitching the oxen to the cart.
Sylharice yawns and rubs his eyes.." wow that reminded me of the old days!what about breakfast?u don't think we LL leave with an empty stomach do u?"
"What do you think is in the bag, silly," the halfling says cheerily. "You don't think I could eat all of that myself, do you? Look at the size of me!" Her laugh is liquid. "Gundren stopped on his way out the city and asked me to get you all some breakfast. So, help yourselves." She starts pulling one of the oxen towards the carts traps.
Mulligan grabs some bread and allows the pleasant aroma to wash over her for a moment, before taking a bite. "Looks like that Tallstag was all talk. I'm still alive, for now."
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
Sylharice stands up hugs the halfling and lifts her up saying " that's very kind of u!!"with a big smile and continues" that makes me wanna kiss u" and he gives her a big kiss
Mulligan places a hand on Sylharice's shoulder and squeezes. Hard. "You should really ask for permission before you go kissing total strangers."
DM:
Reign of Winter I Curse of the Crimson Throne
Hell's Vengeance | Giantslayer
Varisian Hexalogy: Rise of the Runelords
Player:
Lucille Underfoot, lv. 1 Halfling Storm Sorcerer | Janna Farooq, lv. 1 Human Celestial Warlock
I strive to post at least once per day on all my PbPs. I ask my players to do the same.
More active on weekdays than weekends.
Assume all of my characters are gay.
The halfling gives Mulligan a smile. "Tallstag is it. Oooo whatcha do to him? He likes to bully folk when he can get away with it, but he's a coward at heart that one."
As Sylharice picks her up she struggles like an eel and flaps her hands at his face. "Ugh. Gerrof you big slobbering lump." When she's back on the ground she scowls at him, tapping her foot. "What in all the nine hells d'ya think your doing, goin' around kissing folk like that? Huh?" She looks at Mulligan. "This lummox with you?" The halfling glares at the wizard then says, "I got work to do. I'd thank you kindly to let me get on with it." She grumbles away to herself as she attaches the second oxen casting occasional furious glances towards Sylharice.
He scratches his head and apologise "i am deeply sorry if I have offended u in any way.i didn't know u ll be upset for trying to give u a kiss on your cheek..in my defence u don't have to worry I have someone to wait for me...and mulligan I guess u were right doing this so I forgive your harshness " he quickly straights his body and says" so now everything is settled let's focus to the matter at hand and mulligan don't frett u won't have to see me after the job right?"
Jordar awakens at the smell of freshly baked bread, his belly grumbling out loud as he jumps to a stand and approaches trying to mask his eagerness just a bit, "Oh you must be Gundren's assitant! I'm starting to like this job already." he smiles as he nods at the bread basket before reaching in and taking a wide chunk and munching it down right where he stands and licking his fingers, then making his way outside for a stretch "You need any help with the cart, miss?"
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The frown vanishes from the halflings face and she gives a winsome smile to Jordar as he offers to help with the cart. "Oh yes please. These things are gentle as kittens," she says tugging on the second oxen's tether, "but if they don't wanna move...." She grunts as the beast refuses to move, and stands there munching on some hay. She laughs. "I'm Rowan, pleased to meet you."
Jordar will turn around and return in order to help Rowan with the oxen, "Jordar, pleasure is mine. It's not everyday I wake up to fresh bread instead of a cold draft from the hole on the ceiling and a hangover, but I digress..." he approaches the oxen and caresses the beast's back, using his bread-smelling hand to try and lure them forward.
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You can hear a “Pshh... Tallstag...” followed by faint, unintelligible grumbling from Graeme at the mention of the name.
He puts himself together just in time to see the half-elf pick up Rowan and kiss her. “Aye, lad, tha’s a good way to wake up an find yerself a eunuch!”
Graeme walks to within earshot of everyone and says “Maidin mhaith, erm, good mornin’ that is. Since we're all goin’ to be together o’er the next few days, thought you should ken I’m Graeme...” Graeme holds up his great sword, “... an’ this is Malkie. I’m fair in a scrap an will hae yer back if you hae mine. Noe, if this cart is as valuable as Grundren says it is, we’re goin’ tae be a target as soon as we leave those doors. Especially if those Tallstag roasters are all tha’ they say.” Graeme nods his head towards the door. “We’d do well to be on our guard from the go.”
“If anyone else would like to introduce themselves...” Graeme steps back with a flourish of his right hand, motioning to the floor.