"A difficult proposition indeed. While I'm not particularly interested in murder, if removing one man from power will restore balance to this little town, coming to some conclusion might be advantageous. How we'd get into the manor at the top of the hill, and what we'd done once we're inside is something to consider as well. That being said, I'm leaning toward solving this problem for the town. I'm not a fan of the way these people are being treated."
Valathar leans back in his seat, stretching after an incredibly long day. It would be nice to get a chance to sleep tonight. Sleep always did good things for him.
Kor considered their situation as he drank from his mug. After a few minutes, he spoke, "I don't want to get involved in this town's problems, but it doesn't seem we have a choice. But, that may only be because we're not seeing all the angles. We need more information."
"From what we've pieced together so far, this Glasstaff is extremely cautious. The only possible approach to get close to him, besides kicking down doors until we find him, is through whoever delivers his meals. We can replace them or try to turn them. Neither are great choices, but I can look into it. I also want to talk to that gnome family I met yesterday, it seems they have information that may help us. Lastly, we need to find more people willing to aid us against the Reds in some form or another. The sister those old men were talking about may be a good place to start. As a holy woman the plight of this town probably weighs on her, who ever meets with her can also see what she knows about the bodyguards' affliction to figure out a possible cure."
After pausing momentarily he continued, "Asking all these questions is probably going to draw the wrong kind of attention, Glasstaff probably has feelers out everywhere looking for threats real and imagined. We should stick to moving in groups. I suggest Berrus, AB, and I follow up with the gnomes and then Jake and co, maybe speak to Rhit. It might turn into a fight, so we can use Berrus and his axe. Mav and Val can check with the sister and run down any other leads on Grunden or the affliction that they turn up. Maybe the wolf will help if you get into a fight if you ask nicely." He finished with a smile.
A wench brings over a large platter of meats and bread and places it on the table. AB leans forward again, rubbing his paws together. "I hope you chaps don't mind, but who can think on an empty stomach?" He reaches out, grabs a chunk of meat with one hand and a piece of bread with the other, and takes a bite of each. He closes his eyes as his jaw works, a greasy grin spreading across his lips.
Mav: You come very close to cracking the secret of the ring. It’s magic resonates darkly, sickly, giving off a distinct plague like rotting magic that makes your skin crawl. Although people close to you don’t seem to notice, they are subconsciously reacting, weather that be going to the bathroom, the main bar area, or simply turning their backs to the group. The old man you observed to be watching you early gets up and makes his way to your table, his left leg simply a stump of wood that makes a strong thumping sound with each step. He stands right behind Man gazing intently on the ring, and speaks in a low gravely tone-“A inn’s not the best place to be fiddling around with that kinda magic, young-in’s. I got chased out a town myself when me mate tried a necromancy spell he had just read in a book.”
Mav turns to the man. "I noticed you staring at us before I pulled out the ring, so what was your interest in our party..." Mav places the ring into a pocket, feeling the dark magic emanate from it in his essence.
The man, or should I say Half-Elf, is a grizzly and scarred muscular old man with both a fake leg and fake arm on opposing sides of his body. His face looks like he lost a battle with sand paper, and his voice sounds like his throat did too. He swivels to Mav with a grin, and he’s one of those rare individuals to see entirely past race and instead judge you by what he sees in your eyes, and he apparently has favorably judged Mav. “You adventuring kind enter towns louder then a circus of elephants, every man woman and child know you’re ‘ere by now. Names Daran Edermath, used to be the head of the Dragoon’s down in Dragons Coast, always had a soft heart and a pocket full of gold for those adventuring types that can do me Little jobs here and there.
(If anyone feels inclined, they can do a history check to match up his story and the Dragoon’s)
Berrus, you are apparently a big time fan of the Dragoon’s. Hearing of their exploits as a child got your blood pumping and you’re dreams big. They were one of the big pironeering multi species groups at the beginning of this golden age of adventuring. You know for a fact this man is who he claims to be, Daran Edermath, a Battle Master fighter and co-leader of the Dragoon’s, the leading dragon slayer groups of Dragons Coast, a popular Mountainous breeding country for dragons of all kinds. Daran lost his appendages during the groups biggest win and loss, fighting a red elder dragon that had plans to level the kingdom and make the country its own stomping ground. After that exploit, he retired into obscurity, and here you stand, in front of one of your childhood hero’s.
Daran settles down on his seat, and you all realize that even with the mans advanced age, and missing limbs, he moves with a ethereal grace the likes you’ve never seen. If provoked this man could easily be the most dangerous fighter this side of Neverwinter.
“Thank you, food never tastes better then when it’s free, life lesson for you all.”
He sips his Ale and chews the generous helping of meat before continuing.
“I can’t go rushing off to jobs like I used to, and one man, despite how good he may be is still one man. A single mistake could be his last without any backup. I help direct Hero’s to jobs that need doing whenever they come to town. The one burning in my mind is a place called Old Owl Well. Couple a hours North west of town. Prospectors report undead killing and chasing the survivors out of the nearby hills. I know there was some ruins from a ancient empire that reportabley dabbled in what some call dark magic, me thinks some idiot wizard found something and let power get to his head.”
He continues- “If you’re itching for more stuff to do, there’s always jobs that need completing. Know if an orc camp also just a few hours out of town to the West called Waverns Tor. They could be raiding any days now. Of course you’ll be payed handsomely for these tasks, and can keep any spoils you find. You’s a sensible lot, smack your friends if they start muttering about unlimited power and all that.” He jokes with a cheeky grin.
Daran laughs with the eagerness that crept its way into your voice. He’s very naturally perspective. “Down Boy. The goblins arnt any immediate threats to the town so there a bit low on the priority list, especially with the Crag’s splitting from the King’s forces. If you can do the other tasks, I’ll throw in everything I know about the goblins in addition to what I was going to pay you anyways. Sorry for the stinginess, gotta have some bargaining chips to ensure the dirty work gets done.” He states with a roguish grin, some of his elvish ancestry shining through to make even his horribly scared face somewhat handsome as he beams at you all.
"Well, if she's got information we need," AB says, sitting back, "maybe we should do it. What's one old geezer, anyway?"
"A difficult proposition indeed. While I'm not particularly interested in murder, if removing one man from power will restore balance to this little town, coming to some conclusion might be advantageous. How we'd get into the manor at the top of the hill, and what we'd done once we're inside is something to consider as well. That being said, I'm leaning toward solving this problem for the town. I'm not a fan of the way these people are being treated."
Valathar leans back in his seat, stretching after an incredibly long day. It would be nice to get a chance to sleep tonight. Sleep always did good things for him.
Kor considered their situation as he drank from his mug. After a few minutes, he spoke, "I don't want to get involved in this town's problems, but it doesn't seem we have a choice. But, that may only be because we're not seeing all the angles. We need more information."
"From what we've pieced together so far, this Glasstaff is extremely cautious. The only possible approach to get close to him, besides kicking down doors until we find him, is through whoever delivers his meals. We can replace them or try to turn them. Neither are great choices, but I can look into it. I also want to talk to that gnome family I met yesterday, it seems they have information that may help us. Lastly, we need to find more people willing to aid us against the Reds in some form or another. The sister those old men were talking about may be a good place to start. As a holy woman the plight of this town probably weighs on her, who ever meets with her can also see what she knows about the bodyguards' affliction to figure out a possible cure."
After pausing momentarily he continued, "Asking all these questions is probably going to draw the wrong kind of attention, Glasstaff probably has feelers out everywhere looking for threats real and imagined. We should stick to moving in groups. I suggest Berrus, AB, and I follow up with the gnomes and then Jake and co, maybe speak to Rhit. It might turn into a fight, so we can use Berrus and his axe. Mav and Val can check with the sister and run down any other leads on Grunden or the affliction that they turn up. Maybe the wolf will help if you get into a fight if you ask nicely." He finished with a smile.
(OOC: on phone at work so no color to save time.)
A wench brings over a large platter of meats and bread and places it on the table. AB leans forward again, rubbing his paws together. "I hope you chaps don't mind, but who can think on an empty stomach?" He reaches out, grabs a chunk of meat with one hand and a piece of bread with the other, and takes a bite of each. He closes his eyes as his jaw works, a greasy grin spreading across his lips.
thot sounds like a decent enough plan to be Kor, but you know what they say about plans
takes a huge swig of ale
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Mav orders an ale, "May I see that ring? I'd like to take a crack at identifying it."
Arcana 14
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Kor waves his seemingly empty hand over Mav's outstretched palm and the gold ring set with amber appears in Mav's hand as if my magic.
Sleight of hand 15
Mav watches Kor and chuckles as Mav can obviously see that the ring is palmed in his hand.
"What a nice trick you have there, with some practice it could come in handy..."
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
Mav: You come very close to cracking the secret of the ring. It’s magic resonates darkly, sickly, giving off a distinct plague like rotting magic that makes your skin crawl. Although people close to you don’t seem to notice, they are subconsciously reacting, weather that be going to the bathroom, the main bar area, or simply turning their backs to the group. The old man you observed to be watching you early gets up and makes his way to your table, his left leg simply a stump of wood that makes a strong thumping sound with each step. He stands right behind Man gazing intently on the ring, and speaks in a low gravely tone-“A inn’s not the best place to be fiddling around with that kinda magic, young-in’s. I got chased out a town myself when me mate tried a necromancy spell he had just read in a book.”
Mav turns to the man. "I noticed you staring at us before I pulled out the ring, so what was your interest in our party..." Mav places the ring into a pocket, feeling the dark magic emanate from it in his essence.
Mavi Göz Mal - Half Orc Monk Level 1 Not Another Lost Mine of Phandelver
Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
Iznik Sylnithas - Half Drow Blood Hunter Level 2 Precipice of Voids
would you care for an ale in trade for some information?
Laissez les bons temps rouler
The man, or should I say Half-Elf, is a grizzly and scarred muscular old man with both a fake leg and fake arm on opposing sides of his body. His face looks like he lost a battle with sand paper, and his voice sounds like his throat did too. He swivels to Mav with a grin, and he’s one of those rare individuals to see entirely past race and instead judge you by what he sees in your eyes, and he apparently has favorably judged Mav. “You adventuring kind enter towns louder then a circus of elephants, every man woman and child know you’re ‘ere by now. Names Daran Edermath, used to be the head of the Dragoon’s down in Dragons Coast, always had a soft heart and a pocket full of gold for those adventuring types that can do me Little jobs here and there.
(If anyone feels inclined, they can do a history check to match up his story and the Dragoon’s)
ooc: ill bite :)
History check: 1
ive heard tell o them i believe
since i am -1 that would be a natural 20 lol
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Berrus, you are apparently a big time fan of the Dragoon’s. Hearing of their exploits as a child got your blood pumping and you’re dreams big. They were one of the big pironeering multi species groups at the beginning of this golden age of adventuring. You know for a fact this man is who he claims to be, Daran Edermath, a Battle Master fighter and co-leader of the Dragoon’s, the leading dragon slayer groups of Dragons Coast, a popular Mountainous breeding country for dragons of all kinds. Daran lost his appendages during the groups biggest win and loss, fighting a red elder dragon that had plans to level the kingdom and make the country its own stomping ground. After that exploit, he retired into obscurity, and here you stand, in front of one of your childhood hero’s.
Berrus stands and gives Daran a short bow
and orders the gentleman an Ale (and another for myself )
a real pleasure to meet you good sir
Laissez les bons temps rouler
"Something to eat?" AB offers the half-Elf, his mouth full. "Eat up, everybody. I didn't order all this food for just me!"
Daran settles down on his seat, and you all realize that even with the mans advanced age, and missing limbs, he moves with a ethereal grace the likes you’ve never seen. If provoked this man could easily be the most dangerous fighter this side of Neverwinter.
“Thank you, food never tastes better then when it’s free, life lesson for you all.”
He sips his Ale and chews the generous helping of meat before continuing.
“I can’t go rushing off to jobs like I used to, and one man, despite how good he may be is still one man. A single mistake could be his last without any backup. I help direct Hero’s to jobs that need doing whenever they come to town. The one burning in my mind is a place called Old Owl Well. Couple a hours North west of town. Prospectors report undead killing and chasing the survivors out of the nearby hills. I know there was some ruins from a ancient empire that reportabley dabbled in what some call dark magic, me thinks some idiot wizard found something and let power get to his head.”
He continues- “If you’re itching for more stuff to do, there’s always jobs that need completing. Know if an orc camp also just a few hours out of town to the West called Waverns Tor. They could be raiding any days now. Of course you’ll be payed handsomely for these tasks, and can keep any spoils you find. You’s a sensible lot, smack your friends if they start muttering about unlimited power and all that.” He jokes with a cheeky grin.
AB raises one eyebrow. "Any jobs involving ... Goblins?"
Daran laughs with the eagerness that crept its way into your voice. He’s very naturally perspective. “Down Boy. The goblins arnt any immediate threats to the town so there a bit low on the priority list, especially with the Crag’s splitting from the King’s forces. If you can do the other tasks, I’ll throw in everything I know about the goblins in addition to what I was going to pay you anyways. Sorry for the stinginess, gotta have some bargaining chips to ensure the dirty work gets done.” He states with a roguish grin, some of his elvish ancestry shining through to make even his horribly scared face somewhat handsome as he beams at you all.
AB grins widely. "I like this Elf!"