Goraqull stands and listens to the commoner. Goraqull thought the commoner/militiaman handled themself well enough but is not interested in what they have to say past what the mayor looked like. Goraqull looks for the mayor an would approach. (If found) "Hello there, I am a Goraqull. I am a foreign diplomat and have traveled far to learn of the many cultures found here in these lands. Unfortunately my attaché and party I traveled with have met their maker....I am weary after helping save your town. Perhaps there is a nice room in the inn you can put me up in and the others can share a room or 2? Maybe we should look into the skeletons attacking your town?"
Zanoth gives his travelling companion a wry smile and whispers back; “We’ll get our reward soon enough my diminutive friend, AND their thanks… and maybe even a nice warm bed. Driving a hard bargain for taking care of problems is my speciality”.
Turning to the rest of the small band who rushed out of the inn to aid the villagers, Zanoth calls forth “What say you my friends, seems we may have skills of value to this town, both martial and magical. I agree with Goraqull, we should take a rest and see what may be, if we can earn coin or favour with these folk”.
Looking around for either Atari’s or Bertha, Zanoth walks over.. “Seems the immediate damage is over, I hope our skills helped. Would you be willing to sit with us, see what else we can aid you with and what our recompense may be for such effort”.
Mills pulls out the mug he'd tried to save in his belt, already feeling that he'd managed to send its contents straight down his pants - the cause for his poor archery, perhaps. He grimaces at his poor fortune.
He nods to the old man gratefully. "Thank you kindly. We'll get right on that."
"Ya'll are... A bit more capable than the average traveler. Decisive and skilled. That's enough to make a headman of a village these days. Let's go talk to the mayor and the Silver Feather's man, then I'd like to chat with you bunch for a minute, if you can spare it."
Drax sheathes his axe, and also looks around for the mayor. While doing so, he also yells over his shoulder, "
What'd you want to talk about, Mills?"
He kicks a pile of bones, and tries to avoid looking at the bloody bodies, falling miserably as he trips over one of the dead men. As he looks at himself, now covered in blood just like the body, he quickly turns from red to a very light publish colour, before spilling the contents of his stomach all over the ground.
"I take back my question mills," he says weakly, obviously embarrassed. "I'm going to just.... Clean up over here briefly."
Ooc: apologies if I missed something is should have talked about, I kind of speed read the last few posts XD
As the group does a bit of cleaning up after the battle, or in Drax's case, getting dirty, Lucky looks for something nice to swipe, but, ironically, has no luck. Commotion returns to the streets as those who were hiding come back to ascertain the damage. Two middle aged women shriek and fall down on the dead bodies of the dead militia men, sobbing and whimpering in anguish and grief. The sight of it hits home the hard reality of living in these frontier Highland towns, life is precious and fragile. Two more widows will be added to the widow's circle of this town. As the group looks around for Aaris the inkeep or Bercha the mayor, they finally spy them, walking together and in engaged in a heated conversation, coming around the corners of one of the buildings far down the main street. As they approach, they, at first, ignore the group of warriors that just banded together to help save the town from the undead marauders, but when they both go immediately to console the weeping widows, the group of heroes is gracious and waits patiently.
After waiting for Aaris the inkeep and Bercha the mayor to finish their interactions with the grieving, and directing some men to take the bodies of the fallen to the town's healer for burial preparations, the two men finally turn their attention to Zanoth, Goraqull, Lucky, Drax, and Mills.
Aaris speaks first, as the mayor stands by nodding and listening. "It's no doubt a blessing of the Light that you all were here in town today for our Winter's Feast. No doubt, if you had not been, more death would have followed these dead." Aaris kicks at one of the piles of bones at his feet to enhance his words. "Our man Tordrunn tells us you all might have an interest in doing some investigating into the causes of this heresy?" Aaris points a thumb at the grey-bearded old-timer to indicate who Tordrunn is. "Mayor Bercha and I would like to meet you to discuss those plans privately after we've finished cleaning up out here. Until then, feel free to head inside my Silver Feather and tell my wife Eeneri that I said food, drink, and rooms are on the house for the lot of you. Unfortunately for you, because we're packed with Winter's Feast visitors," Aaris gives a devilish wink as he says it, "the only room we've got left is our Eorl's Suite, the room we usually reserve for visiting clan chiefs and nobles. Hopefully the luxury won't be too uncomfortable for ye?"
Mayor Bercha nods in assent of everything Aaris is saying, and then leans in conspiratorially toward Zanoth, who appears to be the leader of the group, and says just above a whisper, "there's more happening here than just some necromantic heresy, this entire attack was a distraction so somebody could steal something of great historical value. Keep yer eyes peeled, and yer weapons near hand. We'll talk later in Aaris' parlor room, where we can have some privacy from spying eyes and ears."
Once we have made it to the Silver Feather, Mills loads up on food and drink, keeping an eye on Drax in case he yaks too close for comfort.
"As I was saying, I figured we could chat a minute. The way I figure, that was mighty fine work all 'round. And ya'll are definitely, definitely outsiders here. I'm not precisely local neither, but I know a lot about the ways o' the world, and I might just be a half decent guide for folks wanting to make their way in the Republic. Maybe."
"Now, as one of the local Rangers, it's my job to look into stuff like this attack. If ya'll would care to join me on the job, I'd be grateful, and it'd be a nice way to test the waters about working together a bit longer. That sit pretty with you folks?"
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Zanoth watched as the two village leaders tended to the dead and bereaved. He understood these actions, but saw little use. Whilst Evil lived mortals would die, and it was his job to extinguish that Evil. The others in the small group had fought well, and despite the weak stomach of the Dragonborn they had fought side by side earning his respect. Born in Thgol’d’rak he had seen more blood than he cared to think of, and luxuries like a bed and well cooked food were almost unheard of.
Heeding the whispered words of Aaris, Zanoth makes a familiar motion to Lucky.. “danger is still here”, and takes a long careful look around in a full circle, taking in every person and creature, looking for anything unusual. ( 12 )
Taking Aaris up on his offer he walks beside Mills back towards the Silver Feather Tavern to finish off the half drained tankard of ale he had left behind. Zanoth agreed with Mills, this needed more investigation, and more help would be useful.
Drax sees the two men comforting the grieving, and silently noted their care for their people. He had seen too many people experience loss, alone and uncomforted.
"Thank you for the room," he says, trying his best to regain his composure. "Is there perchance a place where I can, um, clean myself?" (Will add action dependent upon response tem)
After receiving his response, Drax follows mills and Zanoth towards the silver feather, looking forward to a nice bed, and maybe a bite to eat, to fill his now empty stomach.
Upon arriving at the establishment, he walks back over to his cup of tea. When Mills proposes investigating this further, Drax replies, "I would be willing to join you on this venture... Please pardon my... Weak stomach on the battlefield. I don't know what came over me. Where do you propose we begin our search, Mills?"
Finding nothing of interest Lucky joins the others in time to hear the phrase great value. (His mind blocked out historical). The only think that shaped him back from his 1001 ways of stealing what ever this thing was, was Zanoth sign of danger.
Falling in to his normal step by Zanoth he follows the others to the inn. Eating his fill making sure to order 3x the amount to store as rations for Zanoth and himself.
If there is any special ale or wine he helps himself to a bottle and slips it in his pack for later
Goraqull thinks for a moment and nods "This would be acceptable terms"as he looks at the food placed before him and makes a face before attempting to eat it. "I will aid you in your travels and investigations as you show me the lands and customs"
Mills takes a moment to point out the good stuff at the bar to Lucky before turning to the others.
"Drax, right? I think that those alderman types are going to come back to us once they know what to tell us. I can tell you that the skeletons came from the Southwest. But I ain't got a clue other 'n that."
Drax looks puzzled. "Couldn't you just.... Track them? Find where they came, bring it to the source? I may be mistaken, but isn't that what you rangers are good at?"
Zanoth mumbles through his food “Drax, Drax… I’m sure Mills could do that, if he were to venture off, alone into the forest, looking for their foot scratchings.. not clever… if there is an infestation, we can rest up, recover and then seek their vile master out afresh, together as a band !. What say you ?”
Aye good idea.. munch munch . But what did that old human say about the item of great value? Big gulp of ale. Who was the smelly bugger? Another bite of food. The mayor? What about that? Let's kills the undead guys AND maybe help ourselfs to any crypt treasure WHILE we look for this item Mocking the Mayor. "Of great value" lets pinch it while we help em. He downs the rest of his much before pouring another from the pitcher.
Drax looks puzzled. "Couldn't you just.... Track them? Find where they came, bring it to the source? I may be mistaken, but isn't that what you rangers are good at?"
Mills nods with a smile that's hard to see through his beard and drains another drink before letting out a burp.
"Shore is! Us 'ranger types' are in fact, excellent trackers... But gather 'round now, ya'll. First lesson in 'Getting to Know the Republic' is now happening."
"When elves come screaming out of the trees, or Highlanders riding down the mountains, or goblins out of their li'l holes in the ground... People panic, and want somebody to go kill 'em all. Everytime, without missin' a beat, that's what they want. Throw money like water to make it happen."
"So when you fight off a bunch o' horrid un-friendly, un-dead types and the honchos say 'sit down, relax, put your feet up', we call that-" he raises a finger in the air and gives another resounding burp.
"Well I didn't actually intend for mills to go off on his lonesome, I only meant once we were together as a group."
"And lucky I'm sure that you'll be paid quite handsomely, without needing to steal historic objects.... You did hear that part, didn't you?
He listen then to mills, smiling when Mills confirms his suspicions about rangers. His face quickly flips expressions to a concerned, contemplating look after mills finishes speaking.
"So your saying that you think that the mayor and innkeeper are in on this? Are you sure they aren't just being considerate, and letting us rest up first? They did show interest in us looking into this... Issue. And Zanoth here does look quite beat up."
Mills waves his hand in negation. "I'm not saying they're up to anything nefarious. I'm saying there are things we don't know yet, and those men who sent us here do. They'll come back with a story. Let's sit and listen to it. Tomorrow, when they come to talk to us."
“Glad we are in agreement then, lets meet these aldermen and closely question them to see if they are indeed in trouble, or if there is deception and intrigue. Now that I am fed and watered I only I have wounds to heal, sore muscles to rest and questions to be answered.”
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Goraqull stands and listens to the commoner. Goraqull thought the commoner/militiaman handled themself well enough but is not interested in what they have to say past what the mayor looked like. Goraqull looks for the mayor an would approach. (If found) "Hello there, I am a Goraqull. I am a foreign diplomat and have traveled far to learn of the many cultures found here in these lands. Unfortunately my attaché and party I traveled with have met their maker....I am weary after helping save your town. Perhaps there is a nice room in the inn you can put me up in and the others can share a room or 2? Maybe we should look into the skeletons attacking your town?"
Tommy whispers to Zanoth.
If everyone is out here should we go help ourselves to a reward in one of these big houses
I guess we can do it your way. Tends to go smoother. Plus I'm not sure if this po dunk village has a Jimmy we can use.
Lucky will fall into step with the others looking for any dead town folk or zombies he can loot
Perception 9
If yes
Slight of hand: 27
Mills pulls out the mug he'd tried to save in his belt, already feeling that he'd managed to send its contents straight down his pants - the cause for his poor archery, perhaps. He grimaces at his poor fortune.
He nods to the old man gratefully. "Thank you kindly. We'll get right on that."
"Ya'll are... A bit more capable than the average traveler. Decisive and skilled. That's enough to make a headman of a village these days. Let's go talk to the mayor and the Silver Feather's man, then I'd like to chat with you bunch for a minute, if you can spare it."
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Drax sheathes his axe, and also looks around for the mayor. While doing so, he also yells over his shoulder, "
What'd you want to talk about, Mills?"
He kicks a pile of bones, and tries to avoid looking at the bloody bodies, falling miserably as he trips over one of the dead men. As he looks at himself, now covered in blood just like the body, he quickly turns from red to a very light publish colour, before spilling the contents of his stomach all over the ground.
"I take back my question mills," he says weakly, obviously embarrassed. "I'm going to just.... Clean up over here briefly."
Ooc: apologies if I missed something is should have talked about, I kind of speed read the last few posts XD
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As the group does a bit of cleaning up after the battle, or in Drax's case, getting dirty, Lucky looks for something nice to swipe, but, ironically, has no luck. Commotion returns to the streets as those who were hiding come back to ascertain the damage. Two middle aged women shriek and fall down on the dead bodies of the dead militia men, sobbing and whimpering in anguish and grief. The sight of it hits home the hard reality of living in these frontier Highland towns, life is precious and fragile. Two more widows will be added to the widow's circle of this town. As the group looks around for Aaris the inkeep or Bercha the mayor, they finally spy them, walking together and in engaged in a heated conversation, coming around the corners of one of the buildings far down the main street. As they approach, they, at first, ignore the group of warriors that just banded together to help save the town from the undead marauders, but when they both go immediately to console the weeping widows, the group of heroes is gracious and waits patiently.
After waiting for Aaris the inkeep and Bercha the mayor to finish their interactions with the grieving, and directing some men to take the bodies of the fallen to the town's healer for burial preparations, the two men finally turn their attention to Zanoth, Goraqull, Lucky, Drax, and Mills.
Aaris speaks first, as the mayor stands by nodding and listening. "It's no doubt a blessing of the Light that you all were here in town today for our Winter's Feast. No doubt, if you had not been, more death would have followed these dead." Aaris kicks at one of the piles of bones at his feet to enhance his words. "Our man Tordrunn tells us you all might have an interest in doing some investigating into the causes of this heresy?" Aaris points a thumb at the grey-bearded old-timer to indicate who Tordrunn is. "Mayor Bercha and I would like to meet you to discuss those plans privately after we've finished cleaning up out here. Until then, feel free to head inside my Silver Feather and tell my wife Eeneri that I said food, drink, and rooms are on the house for the lot of you. Unfortunately for you, because we're packed with Winter's Feast visitors," Aaris gives a devilish wink as he says it, "the only room we've got left is our Eorl's Suite, the room we usually reserve for visiting clan chiefs and nobles. Hopefully the luxury won't be too uncomfortable for ye?"
Mayor Bercha nods in assent of everything Aaris is saying, and then leans in conspiratorially toward Zanoth, who appears to be the leader of the group, and says just above a whisper, "there's more happening here than just some necromantic heresy, this entire attack was a distraction so somebody could steal something of great historical value. Keep yer eyes peeled, and yer weapons near hand. We'll talk later in Aaris' parlor room, where we can have some privacy from spying eyes and ears."
Once we have made it to the Silver Feather, Mills loads up on food and drink, keeping an eye on Drax in case he yaks too close for comfort.
"As I was saying, I figured we could chat a minute. The way I figure, that was mighty fine work all 'round. And ya'll are definitely, definitely outsiders here. I'm not precisely local neither, but I know a lot about the ways o' the world, and I might just be a half decent guide for folks wanting to make their way in the Republic. Maybe."
"Now, as one of the local Rangers, it's my job to look into stuff like this attack. If ya'll would care to join me on the job, I'd be grateful, and it'd be a nice way to test the waters about working together a bit longer. That sit pretty with you folks?"
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Drax sees the two men comforting the grieving, and silently noted their care for their people. He had seen too many people experience loss, alone and uncomforted.
"Thank you for the room," he says, trying his best to regain his composure. "Is there perchance a place where I can, um, clean myself?" (Will add action dependent upon response tem)
After receiving his response, Drax follows mills and Zanoth towards the silver feather, looking forward to a nice bed, and maybe a bite to eat, to fill his now empty stomach.
Upon arriving at the establishment, he walks back over to his cup of tea. When Mills proposes investigating this further, Drax replies, "I would be willing to join you on this venture... Please pardon my... Weak stomach on the battlefield. I don't know what came over me. Where do you propose we begin our search, Mills?"
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Finding nothing of interest Lucky joins the others in time to hear the phrase great value. (His mind blocked out historical). The only think that shaped him back from his 1001 ways of stealing what ever this thing was, was Zanoth sign of danger.
Falling in to his normal step by Zanoth he follows the others to the inn. Eating his fill making sure to order 3x the amount to store as rations for Zanoth and himself.
If there is any special ale or wine he helps himself to a bottle and slips it in his pack for later
Goraqull thinks for a moment and nods "This would be acceptable terms" as he looks at the food placed before him and makes a face before attempting to eat it. "I will aid you in your travels and investigations as you show me the lands and customs"
Mills takes a moment to point out the good stuff at the bar to Lucky before turning to the others.
"Drax, right? I think that those alderman types are going to come back to us once they know what to tell us. I can tell you that the skeletons came from the Southwest. But I ain't got a clue other 'n that."
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Drax looks puzzled. "Couldn't you just.... Track them? Find where they came, bring it to the source? I may be mistaken, but isn't that what you rangers are good at?"
Hi.
Aye good idea.. munch munch . But what did that old human say about the item of great value? Big gulp of ale. Who was the smelly bugger? Another bite of food. The mayor? What about that? Let's kills the undead guys AND maybe help ourselfs to any crypt treasure WHILE we look for this item Mocking the Mayor. "Of great value" lets pinch it while we help em. He downs the rest of his much before pouring another from the pitcher.
Mills nods with a smile that's hard to see through his beard and drains another drink before letting out a burp.
"Shore is! Us 'ranger types' are in fact, excellent trackers... But gather 'round now, ya'll. First lesson in 'Getting to Know the Republic' is now happening."
"When elves come screaming out of the trees, or Highlanders riding down the mountains, or goblins out of their li'l holes in the ground... People panic, and want somebody to go kill 'em all. Everytime, without missin' a beat, that's what they want. Throw money like water to make it happen."
"So when you fight off a bunch o' horrid un-friendly, un-dead types and the honchos say 'sit down, relax, put your feet up', we call that-" he raises a finger in the air and gives another resounding burp.
"- a clue."
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Drax turns to Zanoth.
"Well I didn't actually intend for mills to go off on his lonesome, I only meant once we were together as a group."
"And lucky I'm sure that you'll be paid quite handsomely, without needing to steal historic objects.... You did hear that part, didn't you?
He listen then to mills, smiling when Mills confirms his suspicions about rangers. His face quickly flips expressions to a concerned, contemplating look after mills finishes speaking.
"So your saying that you think that the mayor and innkeeper are in on this? Are you sure they aren't just being considerate, and letting us rest up first? They did show interest in us looking into this... Issue. And Zanoth here does look quite beat up."
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Mills waves his hand in negation. "I'm not saying they're up to anything nefarious. I'm saying there are things we don't know yet, and those men who sent us here do. They'll come back with a story. Let's sit and listen to it. Tomorrow, when they come to talk to us."
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