Vars eyes Maenlarys, "I agree, he did not give us permission to divulge any information to anyone other then him. Though, perhaps if he has already filled you in on what we are doing for him, we may be able to work out an agreement. Clearly he has left you in his stead, but without proof that he would want us to involve you in this...matter, I don't think we should give up any information about it." He crosses his arms, thinking to himself how strangely convenient it seems that Irongrass is not present. "Like Sparhawk said, I'm sure Irongrass can find us if needed. Perhaps you yourself have a way of contacting him and letting him know of our whereabouts."
Sparhawk looks at Bjorn, always feeling like in his own way, he might be able to wrangle some information from the assistant, without revealing our own information. "Bjorn, Eberk, Frangipani, any thoughts?"
“ I understand completely your caution. I am aware you are seeking out the masters good friend Abernath who has gone missing. We’re you able to locate him? I can indeed send word to the Iron mage if you have found him.”
"Come, now, there's no need to be so cautious. Mister Hawthorne is on the up and up, here -- surely you remember the penalty for merely trying to enter the Hosttower wrongfully? I think the word 'vaporized' applies. No mage in his right mind would try to insinuate himself into Irongrass's affairs without being asked." Bjorn grins at the assistant for a little too long, seeing if the man starts to panic.
“ you left quite the mess at Abernath’s home, it was a terrible struggle to bring down whatever that thing you accidentally conjured was. It seems your crew is lacking in the Arcane department, maybe you could take Irongrass’s most promising student with you on your quest. He will be invaluable in helping you avoid some of the more eccentric pitfalls of trailing a wizard such as Abernath the Infernal. He will be able to contact the master if you get in a bind or succeed in finding him. His name is Reginald and he is ready to practice outside confines of the tower.”
before you can protest, he claps his hands together and in a puff of smoke, Reginald Stahle appears before you. Backpack full and rdy to travel. He is young, but you can see experience behind his eyes. Tied to his belt you can see a sextant, that device used by ships navigators.
"I'm offended that you are accusing us of conjuring something." Sparhawk sneers. "We were not responsible for that atrocity. Perhaps, your wizards should research further the cause of that thing, formerly known as Pepi by the way, that destroyed the house and the one next to it." He looks at the others, "On the other hand, I do agree with you that a little more in the magic department would be helpful." He looks at the others, then looks at Reginald. (Sparhawk is a half orc wearing splint armor, he is 6'4", has a broken nose, and is very intimidating.)
"I will tell you that as a paladin, I am a trusting sort, but my friends on the other hand are going to think you are some sort of spy. I'm warning you, one of them may consider eating you by the way." (Strangely, he seems quite sincere) He smiles and holds out his large gauntleted hand,
"Did we ask for another member? No, we didn't." Vars crosses his arms, eyeing Reginald. "We have other jobs we are currently working on outside of our business with Irongrass. I'm not sure if our employers would like some untested rookie tagging along."
His eyes narrow, "And we did not conjure that...thing. Those thieves were there watching the place while we were inspecting it. Something was bound to happen with them poking around, regardless of whether or not we were there."
He doesn't like the idea that this fellow is so close to Irongrass. Its feels like there is a spy being inserted into their ranks---as if Irongrass doesn't trust them.
Bjorn walks around the young wizard, inspecting his gear and stature. Bjorn is a mighty oak tree of a man, tall and rough, with oily black hair and a face that suggests a life of drinking and laughter. He reveals a golden tooth as he beams a perfectly unreadable smile onto Reginald, spreading his arms wide as if to present the mage to the world. Reginald can see a tool bag and a pair of small, chipped axes hanging beside a drinking horn beneath Bjorn's cape. "Ah, marvelous! I think fer a young man recommended by Irongrass himself, we could even offer a discounted rate. Standard fees fer keepin' ye safe on yer adventure would be, ah, half a platinum daily, but what say ye, Captain? Twenty-five gold?"
Whether this is a joke, a grift, a test, or a genuine misunderstanding, Bjorn gives no indication whatsoever.
"I agree, for Irongrass's student, we can certainly have him earn his keep around here, and Hawthorn can pay us to keep an eye on him, as I'm sure Irongrass will be keeping an eye on us" Sparhawk winks at Frangipani. "And, if he behaves, please don't eat him while he sleeps, Frangipani...... F R I E N D." He says slowly, as if he thinks she may not speak common. He throws a piece of fish in the air, which Frangipani immediately eats with her sharp teeth.
"Master Hawthorn, at this time, I can't guarantee this fine young man's safety." He turns to Eberk (Dwarven Cleric), "Perhaps you can consult the moon goddess and let us know what she thinks?"
Frangipani nodded seriously at Sparhawk, " Friend."
She chewed her fish slowly while she studied the newcomer dry-skin.
" Reginald.", she said almost rolling the name around in her mouth. Her eyes lit upon the sextant. " You are sailor?"
( Frangipani is about 5'3 with stubby slightly webbed fingers, her seal-skin armour is rather battered but has been embroided with a number of dolphins and seahorses to cover the worst damage the soft gray leather contrasting with her deep navy-blue skin and damp midnight braids. Her eyes are dark, almost black-green and her small white teeth are a little too shark-like.)
"Yes, about that. The Duskweaver has need for me elsewhere, unfortunately." He takes off the Cloak of Protection. "Take this and with any luck I'll come back to claim it later."
The young man draws himself up to his full 6' 1" and grasps Sir Sparhawks hand for the greeting. While doing so, he responds responds to Frangipani's query. "Aye, been in the rigging since I be a lad of yay high.", he drawls out, motioning with a level hand at waist height. He then answers Bjorn's question. "Standard crew daily pay. As for plunder, crew get 1 share, Captain gets 6 shares, 1st and other mates get 2 shares and..." He adjusts his sextant with a smile, "Navigators get 3 shares."
He then laughs, "Fortunately for you, I'm still an apprentice Navigator, so I only rate 2 shares as a mate."
Sparhawk looks at Reginald “ I think your confused, we want Hawthrorn here to pay us to take you under our sails” he winks at Bjorn, hoping Bjorn can manipulate Hawthorn more.
Sparhawk looks at Vars as he waits for Bjorn to work on Hawthorn, "Vars, don't worry, we're not gonna let the new guy take over your duties as our navigator (This is very funny and an inside joke, as Vars the ranger has been rolling horribly on perception). He's a wizard, and I think some of the places we would like to visit would benefit from his abilities." He looks at Bjorn, expectantly, almost hearing the scheme forming in his twisted head. "I'll make the young man swear a blood oath to me after we leave. We will ask for his oath, in return for our protection. If he is on the up and up, I will protect him with my life. If he betrays us, I will be ruthless in my quest for vengeance, and I believe you all saw what happened to the last guy I tried to be gentle with."
(He pulls out Bernard's facial jewelry). Then he looks back at Hawthorn, "Oh, it goes without saying that if this young man is a spy or betrays us, I wouldn't sleep much if I were you, for I'll be headed your way as well."
Sparhawk smiles again, a warm, almost disturbing smile after his not too veiled threat. (Some might get the impression that some cruel stuff happened to him earlier in his life to twist his values so. He is certainly not a lawful good guy, nor is he evil, but he has that look in his eye, like, don't cross him, he is capable of anything.) (MOSTLY TO HELP REGINALD HERE GET UP TO SPEED)
"I agree, for Irongrass's student, we can certainly have him earn his keep around here, and Hawthorn can pay us to keep an eye on him, as I'm sure Irongrass will be keeping an eye on us" Sparhawk winks at Frangipani. "And, if he behaves, please don't eat him while he sleeps, Frangipani...... F R I E N D." He says slowly, as if he thinks she may not speak common. He throws a piece of fish in the air, which Frangipani immediately eats with her sharp teeth.
"Master Hawthorn, at this time, I can't guarantee this fine young man's safety." He turns to Eberk (Dwarven Cleric), "Perhaps you can consult the moon goddess and let us know what she thinks?"
“ well Paladin, at this stage of a wizards training it is sink or swim…But, I would add don’t do anything to break him on purpose…” the wizard says with a grin as he pat Reginald on the back. And then walks all of you to the door.
” I will inform Master Irongrass of your visit and your acceptance of his apprentice for fieldwork. Have a good journey and may you uncover the fate of the great Abernath.”
"Thats to bad," Vars says as Eberk says his farewell. "Sad to see you go friend. May the winds be ever at your back, and may fortune follow you as you find your new path." He will shake hands with the dwarf, then turn back to the situation at hand.
Vars crosses his arms at Sparhawk's remark, "As if I was worried." He lets out a huff, "Well, it seems our business here is concluded...if this bookworm is coming with us he'd better keep up. I can guarantee the roads are not as friendly as the inside of this tower, so you'd better be prepared for travel...and by that I don't mean that oversized backpack you're carrying." He adjusts his own pack, which is much smaller. Aside from his pack, he is wearing a cloak, a back quiver (attached to the pack on the left side of his shoulder), and two swords--one hanging from each hip. His longbow is hooked onto his pack...but it is difficult to see how it is staying there. "And yes, I suppose we should get paid to keep you alive. ...Though I suppose if you really have spent some time aboard a ship you should at least know how to handle yourself... your talk of plunder tells me you might have been a pirate at some point. If that's the case I would hope you have at least seen some combat."
He nods to Sparhawks threat, but laughs a little as he says, "Though I'm sure Irongrass wouldn't dream of sending a spy to work with us. What would be the point. If he doesn't want us on this job he could just tell us that. What happened at Abernathy's house wasn't our fault. It would have happened no matter who he'd sent to search the place." He locks eyes with Reginald, "Needless to say. You've got a long way to go to gain our trust."
(Vars is a rugged and good-looking fellow, though he does appear a little weathered and banged up. He is wearing leather armor along with his weapons and gear, and has a small lode stone on a cord hanging from his neck. He's 5.1, is fit as a fiddle, and his skin has been tanned from long hours spent in the sun. He presents himself with an air of command, even though it is clear that Sparhawk is the captain of this group.)
(Welcome to the crew! Regardless of what Vars says. lol)
“Names Sir Sparhawk. I’ve earned that title, master Hawthorn. It would serve you well to let your master know we have vitally important information for him regarding the great Abarnath.” He turns and walks out.
on his way out, he hands 5 gold to the guard that let them in earlier. “For the boys after their shift, captain”
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Vars eyes Maenlarys, "I agree, he did not give us permission to divulge any information to anyone other then him. Though, perhaps if he has already filled you in on what we are doing for him, we may be able to work out an agreement. Clearly he has left you in his stead, but without proof that he would want us to involve you in this...matter, I don't think we should give up any information about it." He crosses his arms, thinking to himself how strangely convenient it seems that Irongrass is not present. "Like Sparhawk said, I'm sure Irongrass can find us if needed. Perhaps you yourself have a way of contacting him and letting him know of our whereabouts."
Sparhawk looks at Bjorn, always feeling like in his own way, he might be able to wrangle some information from the assistant, without revealing our own information. "Bjorn, Eberk, Frangipani, any thoughts?"
“ I understand completely your caution. I am aware you are seeking out the masters good friend Abernath who has gone missing. We’re you able to locate him? I can indeed send word to the Iron mage if you have found him.”
Sparhawk, not wanting to be manipulated. "We have some information for Irongrass regarding this issue. Please let him know. Thank you for your time."
"Come, now, there's no need to be so cautious. Mister Hawthorne is on the up and up, here -- surely you remember the penalty for merely trying to enter the Hosttower wrongfully? I think the word 'vaporized' applies. No mage in his right mind would try to insinuate himself into Irongrass's affairs without being asked." Bjorn grins at the assistant for a little too long, seeing if the man starts to panic.
“ you left quite the mess at Abernath’s home, it was a terrible struggle to bring down whatever that thing you accidentally conjured was. It seems your crew is lacking in the Arcane department, maybe you could take Irongrass’s most promising student with you on your quest. He will be invaluable in helping you avoid some of the more eccentric pitfalls of trailing a wizard such as Abernath the Infernal. He will be able to contact the master if you get in a bind or succeed in finding him. His name is Reginald and he is ready to practice outside confines of the tower.”
before you can protest, he claps his hands together and in a puff of smoke, Reginald Stahle appears before you. Backpack full and rdy to travel. He is young, but you can see experience behind his eyes. Tied to his belt you can see a sextant, that device used by ships navigators.
Reginald eyes the group, inclines his head and responds, "Blessings of Valkur upon you all."
He then nods to the one who summoned him, stands aside and awaits he outcome of the proceedings with interest.
Cats go Moo!
"I'm offended that you are accusing us of conjuring something." Sparhawk sneers. "We were not responsible for that atrocity. Perhaps, your wizards should research further the cause of that thing, formerly known as Pepi by the way, that destroyed the house and the one next to it." He looks at the others, "On the other hand, I do agree with you that a little more in the magic department would be helpful." He looks at the others, then looks at Reginald. (Sparhawk is a half orc wearing splint armor, he is 6'4", has a broken nose, and is very intimidating.)
"I will tell you that as a paladin, I am a trusting sort, but my friends on the other hand are going to think you are some sort of spy. I'm warning you, one of them may consider eating you by the way." (Strangely, he seems quite sincere) He smiles and holds out his large gauntleted hand,
"Sir Sparhawks the name, pleased to meet you."
(WELCOME TO THE GROUP)
"Did we ask for another member? No, we didn't." Vars crosses his arms, eyeing Reginald. "We have other jobs we are currently working on outside of our business with Irongrass. I'm not sure if our employers would like some untested rookie tagging along."
His eyes narrow, "And we did not conjure that...thing. Those thieves were there watching the place while we were inspecting it. Something was bound to happen with them poking around, regardless of whether or not we were there."
He doesn't like the idea that this fellow is so close to Irongrass. Its feels like there is a spy being inserted into their ranks---as if Irongrass doesn't trust them.
Bjorn walks around the young wizard, inspecting his gear and stature. Bjorn is a mighty oak tree of a man, tall and rough, with oily black hair and a face that suggests a life of drinking and laughter. He reveals a golden tooth as he beams a perfectly unreadable smile onto Reginald, spreading his arms wide as if to present the mage to the world. Reginald can see a tool bag and a pair of small, chipped axes hanging beside a drinking horn beneath Bjorn's cape. "Ah, marvelous! I think fer a young man recommended by Irongrass himself, we could even offer a discounted rate. Standard fees fer keepin' ye safe on yer adventure would be, ah, half a platinum daily, but what say ye, Captain? Twenty-five gold?"
Whether this is a joke, a grift, a test, or a genuine misunderstanding, Bjorn gives no indication whatsoever.
(Howdy!)
"I agree, for Irongrass's student, we can certainly have him earn his keep around here, and Hawthorn can pay us to keep an eye on him, as I'm sure Irongrass will be keeping an eye on us" Sparhawk winks at Frangipani. "And, if he behaves, please don't eat him while he sleeps, Frangipani...... F R I E N D." He says slowly, as if he thinks she may not speak common. He throws a piece of fish in the air, which Frangipani immediately eats with her sharp teeth.
"Master Hawthorn, at this time, I can't guarantee this fine young man's safety." He turns to Eberk (Dwarven Cleric), "Perhaps you can consult the moon goddess and let us know what she thinks?"
Frangipani nodded seriously at Sparhawk, " Friend."
She chewed her fish slowly while she studied the newcomer dry-skin.
" Reginald.", she said almost rolling the name around in her mouth. Her eyes lit upon the sextant. " You are sailor?"
( Frangipani is about 5'3 with stubby slightly webbed fingers, her seal-skin armour is rather battered but has been embroided with a number of dolphins and seahorses to cover the worst damage the soft gray leather contrasting with her deep navy-blue skin and damp midnight braids. Her eyes are dark, almost black-green and her small white teeth are a little too shark-like.)
"Yes, about that. The Duskweaver has need for me elsewhere, unfortunately." He takes off the Cloak of Protection. "Take this and with any luck I'll come back to claim it later."
(Yikes, you leaving us?)
”I see my friend, may the wind be ever at your back and the moon full above your head”. Sparhawk picks up the Stout Dwarf and gives him a huge hug.
The young man draws himself up to his full 6' 1" and grasps Sir Sparhawks hand for the greeting. While doing so, he responds responds to Frangipani's query. "Aye, been in the rigging since I be a lad of yay high.", he drawls out, motioning with a level hand at waist height. He then answers Bjorn's question. "Standard crew daily pay. As for plunder, crew get 1 share, Captain gets 6 shares, 1st and other mates get 2 shares and..." He adjusts his sextant with a smile, "Navigators get 3 shares."
He then laughs, "Fortunately for you, I'm still an apprentice Navigator, so I only rate 2 shares as a mate."
Cats go Moo!
Sparhawk looks at Reginald “ I think your confused, we want Hawthrorn here to pay us to take you under our sails” he winks at Bjorn, hoping Bjorn can manipulate Hawthorn more.
Sparhawk looks at Vars as he waits for Bjorn to work on Hawthorn, "Vars, don't worry, we're not gonna let the new guy take over your duties as our navigator (This is very funny and an inside joke, as Vars the ranger has been rolling horribly on perception). He's a wizard, and I think some of the places we would like to visit would benefit from his abilities." He looks at Bjorn, expectantly, almost hearing the scheme forming in his twisted head. "I'll make the young man swear a blood oath to me after we leave. We will ask for his oath, in return for our protection. If he is on the up and up, I will protect him with my life. If he betrays us, I will be ruthless in my quest for vengeance, and I believe you all saw what happened to the last guy I tried to be gentle with."
(He pulls out Bernard's facial jewelry). Then he looks back at Hawthorn, "Oh, it goes without saying that if this young man is a spy or betrays us, I wouldn't sleep much if I were you, for I'll be headed your way as well."
Sparhawk smiles again, a warm, almost disturbing smile after his not too veiled threat. (Some might get the impression that some cruel stuff happened to him earlier in his life to twist his values so. He is certainly not a lawful good guy, nor is he evil, but he has that look in his eye, like, don't cross him, he is capable of anything.) (MOSTLY TO HELP REGINALD HERE GET UP TO SPEED)
“ well Paladin, at this stage of a wizards training it is sink or swim…But, I would add don’t do anything to break him on purpose…” the wizard says with a grin as he pat Reginald on the back. And then walks all of you to the door.
” I will inform Master Irongrass of your visit and your acceptance of his apprentice for fieldwork. Have a good journey and may you uncover the fate of the great Abernath.”
(lol...yeah...)
"Thats to bad," Vars says as Eberk says his farewell. "Sad to see you go friend. May the winds be ever at your back, and may fortune follow you as you find your new path." He will shake hands with the dwarf, then turn back to the situation at hand.
Vars crosses his arms at Sparhawk's remark, "As if I was worried." He lets out a huff, "Well, it seems our business here is concluded...if this bookworm is coming with us he'd better keep up. I can guarantee the roads are not as friendly as the inside of this tower, so you'd better be prepared for travel...and by that I don't mean that oversized backpack you're carrying." He adjusts his own pack, which is much smaller. Aside from his pack, he is wearing a cloak, a back quiver (attached to the pack on the left side of his shoulder), and two swords--one hanging from each hip. His longbow is hooked onto his pack...but it is difficult to see how it is staying there. "And yes, I suppose we should get paid to keep you alive. ...Though I suppose if you really have spent some time aboard a ship you should at least know how to handle yourself... your talk of plunder tells me you might have been a pirate at some point. If that's the case I would hope you have at least seen some combat."
He nods to Sparhawks threat, but laughs a little as he says, "Though I'm sure Irongrass wouldn't dream of sending a spy to work with us. What would be the point. If he doesn't want us on this job he could just tell us that. What happened at Abernathy's house wasn't our fault. It would have happened no matter who he'd sent to search the place." He locks eyes with Reginald, "Needless to say. You've got a long way to go to gain our trust."
(Vars is a rugged and good-looking fellow, though he does appear a little weathered and banged up. He is wearing leather armor along with his weapons and gear, and has a small lode stone on a cord hanging from his neck. He's 5.1, is fit as a fiddle, and his skin has been tanned from long hours spent in the sun. He presents himself with an air of command, even though it is clear that Sparhawk is the captain of this group.)
(Welcome to the crew! Regardless of what Vars says. lol)
Sparhawk looks at Hawthorn coldly,
“Names Sir Sparhawk. I’ve earned that title, master Hawthorn. It would serve you well to let your master know we have vitally important information for him regarding the great Abarnath.”
He turns and walks out.
on his way out, he hands 5 gold to the guard that let them in earlier. “For the boys after their shift, captain”