Norr puts a hand on Leo’s arm before he can follow the dwarf.
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Leo Whispers "Aye, what gives?"
Norr lets go quickly. Too long I’ve been around callous fey, if I can struggle to see an honest man in front me, thinks Norr. On looking closer at the man, there is little that hints at deceit or ambush.
“A momentary cramp, my friend, that’s all,” he says. “Argh. Ah. Ooh.” He rolls his wrist a few times. “Much better. Lead on, noble McPard!”
"My name's not McPard, but Aye, sure thing" he says as he continues to follow the dwarf (If the rest of the party doesn't follow, He'll stop and return to the party. I just need to hear what the rest of you do in this scenario)
Norr looks around at all the books. He’s lingered a little behind the others as they take their seats. He pauses near a lectern with a closed book on it, he sniffs the spine then, gingerly, darts out his tongue to taste it. He is evidently disappointed.
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” he says.
Norr steps lightly to the table and spins a chair so it faces outwards as he sits with his arms resting on its back.
“How might we kind and noble strangers aid you, master dwarf? We will do what we can, if we are able. All we ask — should you feel this task is within our power, and my mighty friends agree to aid you also — is that you should seal this compact by sharing in firewater with us.
”This we cannot negotiate. The sealing of a bond this way in an ancient and invariable tradition of our fellowship.” And, so saying, Norr inclines his head solemnly.
Norr looks around at all the books. He’s lingered a little behind the others as they take their seats. He pauses near a lectern with a closed book on it, he sniffs the spine then, gingerly, darts out his tongue to taste it. He is evidently disappointed.
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” he says.
Norr steps lightly to the table and spins a chair so it faces outwards as he sits with his arms resting on its back.
“How might we kind and noble strangers aid you, master dwarf? We will do what we can, if we are able. All we ask is — should you feel this task is within our power, and my mighty friends agree to aid you also — that you should seal this compact by sharing in firewater with us.
”This we cannot negotiate. The sealing of a bond this way in an ancient and invariable tradition of our fellowship.” And, so saying, Norr inclines his head solemnly.
before you sit, Leo says "What the bloody hell ye doin' licking the books like that?" After you sit and say that to the dwarf, he whispers to you "Firewater? That gross stuff the gnome gave us? What does that have to do with anything?"
Casrian - ready to set out for Cora City - frowns at the unexpected sidetrack, but follows the party. His frown evaporates when they enter the library. He pulls aside a librarian (if there is one) and quietly asks them for any references they can find on Bahamut and the Circle of Stones, placing three silver coins in their palm for the trouble.
He then joins the others. He nods at Norr.
"Indeed," he says to Not-McPard. "Firewater is the truest test of resolve. Drink, and you will be our brother."
Leo replies, "Since when was that a bloody thing? Well, I guess I did drink some last night"
Norr very quickly jumps on the opportunity to not answer Leo’s question about the book tasting, now realising it is perhaps not the done thing in this city, now.
“As the mightiest among us, it’s natural you drank the most and remember the least of the ceremony. Casrian has the way of it.”
As Casrian enters Dolmek stands back up and will sit only if Casrian sits, “So glad you are here Lord Casrian, do you know if Brix will be along to seal the deal then?” He looks around if Firewater is our way of setting agreements, small shot glasses will be a future acquisition.
As Casrian enters Dolmek stands back up and will sit only if Casrian sits, “So glad you are here Lord Casrian, do you know if Brix will be along to seal the deal then?” He looks around if Firewater is our way of setting agreements, small shot glasses will be a future acquisition.
His brow perspires at the very thought.
Norr looks at the standing Dolmek. He turns to Casrian. He does not look like any Lord that he would recognize: very few have been injured, and there has been little in the way of wanton destruction of the homes of the poor. Still, it is always best to be cautious. Norr stands also, and bows his head.
His accent now sounds entirely different.“Milord, zis ‘umble, common, ‘umble, earnest, ‘umble hill dwarf would entreat us. I lower my gaze before your judgment, though I trust eet would prove diverting even for those ‘igh born.”
Norr notices his knuckles turning white, where his fists are clenched tight. He slowly works to ease them open, and calm his posture.
Casrian smiles reproachfully and motions for everyone to sit.
"My friends, I am a lord by birth only, and a poor enough one at that. My enemies drink exotic wines from exotic glasses. I drink firewater with you. Come, let's have no more formality with each other. We are equals, and I daresay, that is nobility enough."
Noticing Norr's distress, he whispers to him, "We may have just met, Master Norr, but if my rank - low as it is - may be of service to you, let me know. Gods know some enemies hide within golden palaces."
Norr nods then sits stiffly on hearing Casrian’s words (chair the right way round). His back is as straight as an iron rod, and he doesn’t say a word for quite some time.
Casrian - ready to set out for Cora City - frowns at the unexpected sidetrack, but follows the party. His frown evaporates when they enter the library. He pulls aside a librarian (if there is one) and quietly asks them for any references they can find on Bahamut and the Circle of Stones, placing three silver coins in their palm for the trouble.
He then joins the others. He nods at Norr.
"Indeed," he says to Not-McPard. "Firewater is the truest test of resolve. Drink, and you will be our brother."
Upon this question, the hill dwarf's eyes spark with interest as he tells you, "that will come later. You'll see."
"I seem to remember trying this brand of ale. I suppose I could drink some, but I won't be happy about it. Either way, we're getting off topic. Shall we get back to the topic at hand, or my... favor?"
Casrian smiles reproachfully and motions for everyone to sit.
"My friends, I am a lord by birth only, and a poor enough one at that. My enemies drink exotic wines from exotic glasses. I drink firewater with you. Come, let's have no more formality with each other. We are equals, and I daresay, that is nobility enough."
Noticing Norr's distress, he whispers to him, "We may have just met, Master Norr, but if my rank - low as it is - may be of service to you, let me know. Gods know some enemies hide within golden palaces."
"Master Brix is just behind us, I'm sure"
"No more formality? Good! I was worried I'd have to drink that..." He stops himself incase Brix was listening "...stuff... again"
Casrian - ready to set out for Cora City - frowns at the unexpected sidetrack, but follows the party. His frown evaporates when they enter the library. He pulls aside a librarian (if there is one) and quietly asks them for any references they can find on Bahamut and the Circle of Stones, placing three silver coins in their palm for the trouble.
He then joins the others. He nods at Norr.
"Indeed," he says to Not-McPard. "Firewater is the truest test of resolve. Drink, and you will be our brother."
Upon this question, the hill dwarf's eyes spark with interest as he tells you, "that will come later. You'll see."
"I seem to remember trying this brand of ale. I suppose I could drink some, but I won't be happy about it. Either way, we're getting off topic. Shall we get back to the topic at hand, or my... favor?"
"Well, first, a little bit about myself. In these parts, I am known as the Scribe. I'm probably the most knowledgeable person in the city, as I myself was once an adventurer. Usually my adventures were to find and gather information. Anyways, I've been getting weaker in my old age and I thought that this group might be able to extend my knowledge a little bit more. See, I have recently received word from a colleague. Apparently, the location of the Circle of the Stones... has been found! I presume that this topic is also of interest to you? One of your number has asked me a number of questions about it just now..."
"Well, first, a little bit about myself. In these parts, I am known as the Scribe. I'm probably the most knowledgeable person in the city, as I myself was once an adventurer. Usually my adventures were to find and gather information. Anyways, I've been getting weaker in my old age and I thought that this group might be able to extend my knowledge a little bit more. See, I have recently received word from a colleague. Apparently, the location of the Circle of the Stones... has been found! I presume that this topic is also of interest to you? One of your number has asked me a number of questions about it just now..."
"...Aye, that's where we planned to go before we even agreed to do a favor with ye!"
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"My name's not McPard, but Aye, sure thing" he says as he continues to follow the dwarf (If the rest of the party doesn't follow, He'll stop and return to the party. I just need to hear what the rest of you do in this scenario)
Norr follows Leo and Dolmek.
The hill dwarf leads you all to a library, and invites you guys to sit down. "Sit, please.".
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
Dolmek somewhat reluctantly sits looking up at the hill dwarf, hands folded on his lap.
Leo dose so.
Norr looks around at all the books. He’s lingered a little behind the others as they take their seats. He pauses near a lectern with a closed book on it, he sniffs the spine then, gingerly, darts out his tongue to taste it. He is evidently disappointed.
“I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” he says.
Norr steps lightly to the table and spins a chair so it faces outwards as he sits with his arms resting on its back.
“How might we kind and noble strangers aid you, master dwarf? We will do what we can, if we are able. All we ask — should you feel this task is within our power, and my mighty friends agree to aid you also — is that you should seal this compact by sharing in firewater with us.
”This we cannot negotiate. The sealing of a bond this way in an ancient and invariable tradition of our fellowship.” And, so saying, Norr inclines his head solemnly.
before you sit, Leo says "What the bloody hell ye doin' licking the books like that?" After you sit and say that to the dwarf, he whispers to you "Firewater? That gross stuff the gnome gave us? What does that have to do with anything?"
Casrian - ready to set out for Cora City - frowns at the unexpected sidetrack, but follows the party. His frown evaporates when they enter the library. He pulls aside a librarian (if there is one) and quietly asks them for any references they can find on Bahamut and the Circle of Stones, placing three silver coins in their palm for the trouble.
He then joins the others. He nods at Norr.
"Indeed," he says to Not-McPard. "Firewater is the truest test of resolve. Drink, and you will be our brother."
Leo replies, "Since when was that a bloody thing? Well, I guess I did drink some last night"
Norr very quickly jumps on the opportunity to not answer Leo’s question about the book tasting, now realising it is perhaps not the done thing in this city, now.
“As the mightiest among us, it’s natural you drank the most and remember the least of the ceremony. Casrian has the way of it.”
"Aye, I see... I don't recall drinking more than One, but perhaps that'd explain it."
As Casrian enters Dolmek stands back up and will sit only if Casrian sits, “So glad you are here Lord Casrian, do you know if Brix will be along to seal the deal then?” He looks around if Firewater is our way of setting agreements, small shot glasses will be a future acquisition.
His brow perspires at the very thought.
Norr looks at the standing Dolmek. He turns to Casrian. He does not look like any Lord that he would recognize: very few have been injured, and there has been little in the way of wanton destruction of the homes of the poor. Still, it is always best to be cautious. Norr stands also, and bows his head.
His accent now sounds entirely different.“Milord, zis ‘umble, common, ‘umble, earnest, ‘umble hill dwarf would entreat us. I lower my gaze before your judgment, though I trust eet would prove diverting even for those ‘igh born.”
Norr notices his knuckles turning white, where his fists are clenched tight. He slowly works to ease them open, and calm his posture.
Casrian smiles reproachfully and motions for everyone to sit.
"My friends, I am a lord by birth only, and a poor enough one at that. My enemies drink exotic wines from exotic glasses. I drink firewater with you. Come, let's have no more formality with each other. We are equals, and I daresay, that is nobility enough."
Noticing Norr's distress, he whispers to him, "We may have just met, Master Norr, but if my rank - low as it is - may be of service to you, let me know. Gods know some enemies hide within golden palaces."
"Master Brix is just behind us, I'm sure"
Norr nods then sits stiffly on hearing Casrian’s words (chair the right way round). His back is as straight as an iron rod, and he doesn’t say a word for quite some time.
Upon this question, the hill dwarf's eyes spark with interest as he tells you, "that will come later. You'll see."
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
"I seem to remember trying this brand of ale. I suppose I could drink some, but I won't be happy about it. Either way, we're getting off topic. Shall we get back to the topic at hand, or my... favor?"
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
"No more formality? Good! I was worried I'd have to drink that..." He stops himself incase Brix was listening "...stuff... again"
"Aye, so ye know about that! nice"
"Aye, of course, what is it ye want?"
"Well, first, a little bit about myself. In these parts, I am known as the Scribe. I'm probably the most knowledgeable person in the city, as I myself was once an adventurer. Usually my adventures were to find and gather information. Anyways, I've been getting weaker in my old age and I thought that this group might be able to extend my knowledge a little bit more. See, I have recently received word from a colleague. Apparently, the location of the Circle of the Stones... has been found! I presume that this topic is also of interest to you? One of your number has asked me a number of questions about it just now..."
DMing:
Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Playing:
None sadly.
Optimization Guides:
Literally Too Angry to Die - A Guide to Optimizing a Barbarian
"...Aye, that's where we planned to go before we even agreed to do a favor with ye!"