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Osborn nods heartily at the suggestion of food, then wags a finger in agreement with Garazar "Yes indeed, some directions would be appreciated. And I'm not too keen on tackling the dangers in that wood without some supplies; Mr Flickwit, do you have any spare stock that we could take off your hands? Or experimental brews for us to...field test?"
"Ay," He calls over to one of the waiters, "Get me six stewed sausages an leak." He turns back to you all, "Payment will be made after completion of the job. And for finding the druid's grove, look for dark blue vines and follow them, they grow out from a point you'll find them there." Then he turns directly to Osborn, "I'm one step ahead of you, and pulls out a wooden chest rom underneath the table." He opens it, revealing three bottles containing a bright red liquid, each labeled, Potion of Healing, "For any harm obtained in the woods." Flickwit says.
Garazar makes a satisfied sounding grunt, which apparently is signifying he accepts the offer, and saves his remaining energy for dealing with the plate of sausages.
Seeing the large plate of sausages and leaks makes Gromedark's stomach rumble. He begins helping himself, half fearing that with 3 halflings and now this big half-orc around the food might get depleted quick.
"Gromedark think Druid's name Aspherer." the huge bugbear answers Herbert.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Herbert: begins to eat. "Ah yes, thank you Gromedark. Aspherer. Aspherer. Aspherer." He says it multiple times, as if committing it to memory. "So how many days travel are we talking about here?"
When Clovis' attention is elsewhere he leans towards Orin and whispers "25 gold...to deliver a potion...feels like there's more to this"
((I scanned the thread twice and missed the name both times!))
Flickwit’s responds, his voice now more tense, “I assure you, there is nothing to worry about, it is just a simple delivery, I’m paying you so much because not many people will do this job.”
Osborn raises his hands, fingers splayed in mock surrender "I'm convinced sir, and we have a deal. These..."he pushes the potions towards Garazar, Gromedark and Orin "...are probably best served in the hands of the more, erm, physically accomplished of my colleagues. We thank you for your business, and shall report back once the deed is complete"
He wipes his mouth with a handkerchief and looks around the newly-assembled team as he gestures towards the exit; "Shall we?"
[OOC: Do we want to nose around town briefly to see if anyone else has information we can use or perhaps other jobs we can take care of while we're in there? Of course, charisma isn't my thing, so I'm not volunteering to be the "face man". Er, half-orc. Whatever.]
Herbert: as we wander about Breibury I am going to ask to borrow one of the healing potions to cast identify over. Herbert would be on the look out for any book shops and the like, to see if he can pick up anything interesting about the local history and if he's really lucky find a scroll or a spellbook to price up, as unlikely as it is.
Gromedark puts his hood up as he follows behind the half-orc, gnome, and two halflings regardless of what the weather is like outside.
As Herberst identifies the potion of healing and looks for a book or scroll shop. Gromedark scratches at his head before asking, "Who has potion?"
"Clovis so excited that we all go to forest he forgot to give potion to deliver to Aspherer!"
"Wait here one minute and Gromedark run back and fetch." Gromedark will dash back to the tavern and retrieve the potion to be delivered to Aspherer.
(To Clovis.) "Sorry Clovis, in our excitement to start trip we forgot to take Aspherer's potion." Gromedark secures it away for now and then returns to the group with all alacrity.
(When he returns to the group.) "Gromedark have Aspherer's magic potion! When we ready we can go."
(ooc: after being around Gromedark for a while you can tell he has a funny way of talking in almost broken common that at first might be mistaken for him being a little slow, but in getting to know him even right from the beginning he's of about average intelligence, just talks sort of funny.)
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Osborn looks blankly at the potion - the whole point of their endeavour - as Gromedark indicates that he had gone back to get it.
"You, my impressively massive friend, just proved yourself the smartest one here; stick close to me please" He addresses the rest of the group almost apologetically "I have no errands to run, and thanks to Gromedark here we now have directions and our payload; I am ready to head off"
(Herbet) Passing around these docks and town, you don't see any shops that would contain magical goods, except for Flickwit's shop, current displaying a "CLOSED" sign hanging from the door. Although a normal book store does catch your eye, a small wooden store, with a sign displaying the name, written in fancy elvish script, "The Black Nest", with a smaller more crudely written sight just below it, displaying the same name in common script.
(Gromedark)
Flickwit hands you a silver box painted black. Flickwit says "Inside here is the potion."
(Everyone)
The town is directly next to the forest, with guards waiting at the most commonly used path into the woods.
Herbert: Loosens the satchel on his left, looks inside and checks his coin, then shakes his head. Making a mental note of where The Black Nest is to return later with more gold. He looks around the newly assembled party taking in the hulking forms of the bugbear and half-orc flanked by two halflings and smiles. "I think we are going to have some interesting times ahead my new friends. As inviting as the black nest looks, I have no gold. Shall we start our search for this Aspherer chap? Get me some gold and then return to buy some books? I believe the nearest exit to those blasted woods is this way." And he starts walking towards the exit currently flanked by guards.
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Osborn nods heartily at the suggestion of food, then wags a finger in agreement with Garazar "Yes indeed, some directions would be appreciated. And I'm not too keen on tackling the dangers in that wood without some supplies; Mr Flickwit, do you have any spare stock that we could take off your hands? Or experimental brews for us to...field test?"
Persuasion 19 if needed.
"Ay," He calls over to one of the waiters, "Get me six stewed sausages an leak." He turns back to you all, "Payment will be made after completion of the job. And for finding the druid's grove, look for dark blue vines and follow them, they grow out from a point you'll find them there." Then he turns directly to Osborn, "I'm one step ahead of you, and pulls out a wooden chest rom underneath the table." He opens it, revealing three bottles containing a bright red liquid, each labeled, Potion of Healing, "For any harm obtained in the woods." Flickwit says.
Herbert: "what's the druid's name?" and then looking at the healing potions "those may come in mighty handy...how are we going to split them?"
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Garazar makes a satisfied sounding grunt, which apparently is signifying he accepts the offer, and saves his remaining energy for dealing with the plate of sausages.
Seeing the large plate of sausages and leaks makes Gromedark's stomach rumble. He begins helping himself, half fearing that with 3 halflings and now this big half-orc around the food might get depleted quick.
"Gromedark think Druid's name Aspherer." the huge bugbear answers Herbert.
Herbert: begins to eat. "Ah yes, thank you Gromedark. Aspherer. Aspherer. Aspherer." He says it multiple times, as if committing it to memory. "So how many days travel are we talking about here?"
When Clovis' attention is elsewhere he leans towards Orin and whispers "25 gold...to deliver a potion...feels like there's more to this"
((I scanned the thread twice and missed the name both times!))
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Flickwit’s responds, his voice now more tense, “I assure you, there is nothing to worry about, it is just a simple delivery, I’m paying you so much because not many people will do this job.”
Osborn raises his hands, fingers splayed in mock surrender "I'm convinced sir, and we have a deal. These..." he pushes the potions towards Garazar, Gromedark and Orin "...are probably best served in the hands of the more, erm, physically accomplished of my colleagues. We thank you for your business, and shall report back once the deed is complete"
He wipes his mouth with a handkerchief and looks around the newly-assembled team as he gestures towards the exit; "Shall we?"
[OOC: Do we want to nose around town briefly to see if anyone else has information we can use or perhaps other jobs we can take care of while we're in there? Of course, charisma isn't my thing, so I'm not volunteering to be the "face man". Er, half-orc. Whatever.]
Herbert: "Gold is gold. You got me interested. Let's go find this Aspherer chap."
With that he stands, strokes his mohecian and plays with the leather straps over his chest until comfortable.
((it's worth a look around I think, how big is the town @DM))))
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Breibury is a reasonably large town, with about 4,000 people in it.
Herbert: as we wander about Breibury I am going to ask to borrow one of the healing potions to cast identify over. Herbert would be on the look out for any book shops and the like, to see if he can pick up anything interesting about the local history and if he's really lucky find a scroll or a spellbook to price up, as unlikely as it is.
((He's a suspicious one is Herbert))
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The healing potion is a common healing potion. Make a perception check looking for a shop that would seek books or scrollss.
Orin will get up and follow the group. He isn't looking for anything in particular, just mentally sizing up anyone that looks like they could fight.
Herbert: perception whilst looking for a book shop 4
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Gromedark puts his hood up as he follows behind the half-orc, gnome, and two halflings regardless of what the weather is like outside.
As Herberst identifies the potion of healing and looks for a book or scroll shop. Gromedark scratches at his head before asking, "Who has potion?"
"Clovis so excited that we all go to forest he forgot to give potion to deliver to Aspherer!"
"Wait here one minute and Gromedark run back and fetch." Gromedark will dash back to the tavern and retrieve the potion to be delivered to Aspherer.
(To Clovis.) "Sorry Clovis, in our excitement to start trip we forgot to take Aspherer's potion." Gromedark secures it away for now and then returns to the group with all alacrity.
(When he returns to the group.) "Gromedark have Aspherer's magic potion! When we ready we can go."
(ooc: after being around Gromedark for a while you can tell he has a funny way of talking in almost broken common that at first might be mistaken for him being a little slow, but in getting to know him even right from the beginning he's of about average intelligence, just talks sort of funny.)
Osborn looks blankly at the potion - the whole point of their endeavour - as Gromedark indicates that he had gone back to get it.
"You, my impressively massive friend, just proved yourself the smartest one here; stick close to me please" He addresses the rest of the group almost apologetically "I have no errands to run, and thanks to Gromedark here we now have directions and our payload; I am ready to head off"
"Then lets get to it! Which way do we go?" Orin says looking around, not sure which way to go.
(Herbet)
Passing around these docks and town, you don't see any shops that would contain magical goods, except for Flickwit's shop, current displaying a "CLOSED" sign hanging from the door. Although a normal book store does catch your eye, a small wooden store, with a sign displaying the name, written in fancy elvish script, "The Black Nest", with a smaller more crudely written sight just below it, displaying the same name in common script.
(Gromedark)
Flickwit hands you a silver box painted black. Flickwit says "Inside here is the potion."
(Everyone)
The town is directly next to the forest, with guards waiting at the most commonly used path into the woods.
Herbert:
Loosens the satchel on his left, looks inside and checks his coin, then shakes his head. Making a mental note of where The Black Nest is to return later with more gold. He looks around the newly assembled party taking in the hulking forms of the bugbear and half-orc flanked by two halflings and smiles. "I think we are going to have some interesting times ahead my new friends. As inviting as the black nest looks, I have no gold. Shall we start our search for this Aspherer chap? Get me some gold and then return to buy some books? I believe the nearest exit to those blasted woods is this way." And he starts walking towards the exit currently flanked by guards.
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