"Pay for it by the mark... Mark. Myrkfeatherington. Er... My word, I really don't think I'm a forgetful man, but his name rather is a mouthful. You know. The man that came with us here. I bet he's familiar with dealing with magical beasties, if all the rumors are true. Maybe we should just ask him, first."
Brimthenel had taken a step back and crossed his arms behind his back, falling into a comfortable stiffness as Branch and Archibald did the talking."Coin is scarce right now, unfortunately, else it would be in your hands already. This Mark Myrkmeater-...Mark Meatherf-"The young elf took a sudden inhale to silence the jumbled pronunciation. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze from Elbthalrod."Their...acquaintance...sounds promising."
"If it's that young lad you wish to speak with, last I saw him he was still dozing in the cabin, there. He seems to do little else, 'save for when that woman came by last night."Alfreid offers, returning to his tea. At near the same moment, the look of confusion that had been growing on the two elves' faces since everyone started talking about this 'Markfeather' fellow evaporated, and Elbthalrod spoke up, "Ah, you're speaking of that Witches' boy. You'd best be careful, you know? Not everyone is very keen on her."
Branch smirks at this, "Yeah, we've heard that before." as Elbthalrod states not everyone is keen on the witch. She turns back to her friends, "Well, shall we head back to the boat? Might not be bad to check on it as well, should be fine, but I would hate to see an issue with it."
Chatcho looks over in the direction of the sleeping quarters and begins to walk. He summons Tik-Tik to his side while pondering if he had ever met anyone who enjoyed sleep to the extent the Myrkfithr did.
The worker's house on the other side of the compound is of much the same make as the one they'd been lent. A long, rectangular building with cots along the walls, a small table for entertainment, a hearth for heat. As promised, Myrkfithr Sveinninn, or 'the witch's boy' dozes inside. The two Nevael brothers are there as well, playing cards at the table. They start a little at the intrusion, but relax as recognition comes to them.
For his part, the man they'd saved doesn't make any note of their arrival, be it that he really is asleep, or simply ignores them.
Archibald calls out "Myrkfithr Sveinninn? I'm hoping you can help us to stop a monster. Not to worry, you won't be exposed to danger. You don't even have to get up. We figured you must know quite a bit about the strange things of this world, and have some means to fight against its evils. Would you have a silvered weapon? Or know where to find one?"
Chatcho takes a seat at the table the Navael brothers are playing at. Trying to wake Sleepers is a vexing task best left to other Sleepers. The Kreen throws the copper piece Archie lent him onto the table, imagining it a sufficient buy in for the game.
The two brothers look up from their game as Branch speaks, only to see the insectoid man join them and toss in a pittance. One deals Chatcho in, while the other--the one who'd been injured--answers. "Most of the day. I think he just doesn't know what to do with himself."
After a little prodding from Archibald, the man rouses, at first unhappily, but at the mention of silvered weapons he perks up. "Silvered weapons? What ever brings you to be asking after that?"
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"We fought a beast that appears to rejuvenate no matter the wounds we inflict. We believe we have tracked it into the woods, but we need a weapon that can put it out of its misery. Silvered is traditional, I believe." Archibald does his best to keep a straight face through this lie
Branch adds to Archie’s story, hoping to help the deception. “He’s right. It’s been attacking the farmers livestock and we’re trying to take it out, but as Archibald says, it appears to rejuvenate.”
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He listens to their explanation, but doesn't seem put to ease by their explanation. "Look, why don't you forget all this nonsense and leave it to the professionals, 'ey? This town's been dealing with such creatures for generations, now. Surely, they'll come to some kind of solution, and you won't need to put yourselves in harm's way again. Have you not earned your rest these past days?"
By a stroke of luck, Chatcho is dealt the winning hand on this first round, as can easily be confirmed by his feline compatriot, but despite his alien nature, the brothers catch on to him quickly and fold before they could really be lured in. Chatcho makes away with the pot, earning back his copper, and their two.
"Pay for it by the mark... Mark. Myrkfeatherington. Er... My word, I really don't think I'm a forgetful man, but his name rather is a mouthful. You know. The man that came with us here. I bet he's familiar with dealing with magical beasties, if all the rumors are true. Maybe we should just ask him, first."
Paladin - warforged - orange
Brimthenel had taken a step back and crossed his arms behind his back, falling into a comfortable stiffness as Branch and Archibald did the talking. "Coin is scarce right now, unfortunately, else it would be in your hands already. This Mark Myrkmeater-...Mark Meatherf-" The young elf took a sudden inhale to silence the jumbled pronunciation. He cleared his throat and averted his gaze from Elbthalrod. "Their...acquaintance...sounds promising."
"That works for me, anyone know where we can find him?"
Chatcho glares at Archibald and Brimthenel.
Myrkfithr, as in "it would be tactless to address the Myrkfithr by any other title".
Archibald purses his lips. "I'll practice it a few times between here and when we talk to him."
Paladin - warforged - orange
"If it's that young lad you wish to speak with, last I saw him he was still dozing in the cabin, there. He seems to do little else, 'save for when that woman came by last night." Alfreid offers, returning to his tea. At near the same moment, the look of confusion that had been growing on the two elves' faces since everyone started talking about this 'Markfeather' fellow evaporated, and Elbthalrod spoke up, "Ah, you're speaking of that Witches' boy. You'd best be careful, you know? Not everyone is very keen on her."
Branch smirks at this, "Yeah, we've heard that before." as Elbthalrod states not everyone is keen on the witch. She turns back to her friends, "Well, shall we head back to the boat? Might not be bad to check on it as well, should be fine, but I would hate to see an issue with it."
Chatcho looks over in the direction of the sleeping quarters and begins to walk. He summons Tik-Tik to his side while pondering if he had ever met anyone who enjoyed sleep to the extent the Myrkfithr did.
Archibald is not easily deterred and heads for the cabin of Myrkfithr.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Brimthenel follows the others, having never met Myrkfithr before.
The worker's house on the other side of the compound is of much the same make as the one they'd been lent. A long, rectangular building with cots along the walls, a small table for entertainment, a hearth for heat. As promised, Myrkfithr Sveinninn, or 'the witch's boy' dozes inside. The two Nevael brothers are there as well, playing cards at the table. They start a little at the intrusion, but relax as recognition comes to them.
For his part, the man they'd saved doesn't make any note of their arrival, be it that he really is asleep, or simply ignores them.
Branch turns to the two Nevael brothers and points to the sleeping man, "Has he been sleeping the entire time we've been here?"
Archibald calls out "Myrkfithr Sveinninn? I'm hoping you can help us to stop a monster. Not to worry, you won't be exposed to danger. You don't even have to get up. We figured you must know quite a bit about the strange things of this world, and have some means to fight against its evils. Would you have a silvered weapon? Or know where to find one?"
Paladin - warforged - orange
Chatcho takes a seat at the table the Navael brothers are playing at. Trying to wake Sleepers is a vexing task best left to other Sleepers. The Kreen throws the copper piece Archie lent him onto the table, imagining it a sufficient buy in for the game.
The two brothers look up from their game as Branch speaks, only to see the insectoid man join them and toss in a pittance. One deals Chatcho in, while the other--the one who'd been injured--answers. "Most of the day. I think he just doesn't know what to do with himself."
After a little prodding from Archibald, the man rouses, at first unhappily, but at the mention of silvered weapons he perks up. "Silvered weapons? What ever brings you to be asking after that?"
"We fought a beast that appears to rejuvenate no matter the wounds we inflict. We believe we have tracked it into the woods, but we need a weapon that can put it out of its misery. Silvered is traditional, I believe." Archibald does his best to keep a straight face through this lie
Deception 10
Paladin - warforged - orange
Chatcho puts Tik-Tik on the ground.
Circle the table.
The wizard feigns looking at his cards while looking through Tik-Tik’s eyes, hoping to get a glimpse of the brother’s hands.
Branch adds to Archie’s story, hoping to help the deception. “He’s right. It’s been attacking the farmers livestock and we’re trying to take it out, but as Archibald says, it appears to rejuvenate.”
Archibald deception with help? 2
Paladin - warforged - orange
He listens to their explanation, but doesn't seem put to ease by their explanation. "Look, why don't you forget all this nonsense and leave it to the professionals, 'ey? This town's been dealing with such creatures for generations, now. Surely, they'll come to some kind of solution, and you won't need to put yourselves in harm's way again. Have you not earned your rest these past days?"
By a stroke of luck, Chatcho is dealt the winning hand on this first round, as can easily be confirmed by his feline compatriot, but despite his alien nature, the brothers catch on to him quickly and fold before they could really be lured in. Chatcho makes away with the pot, earning back his copper, and their two.
Chatcho: 13