Fredrick laughs. "You really are different to most delvers. Most are a vain lot, who mostly care about loot or glory or both. Please forgive my clumsy attempts at gaining your interest. I know a ruined manor that perhaps has an undiscovered horde of loot, and of course I want my share, but there is a complication. It has ghosts. Ghosts can be tricky things, killing them isn't enough, you have to find out how to lay them to rest properly. It is not too far away, perhaps about three hours travel. Would you be interested?"
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Augustin looks up from the meal he has been quietly having with the group. He's been doodling on the equivalent of a napkin. It seems his usually self is missing, possibly linked with inaction. He knows that there is another adventure coming but will he be ready in time? And what about the more pressing issues of the Iron Circle. The time he has spent not rushing from battle to battle seem to have taken a different toll on him in addition to the physical.
"Fredrick, friend. We mean you know disrespect, but you may have noticed there has been a bit going on around of late. Apart from coin what use does a mostly protected vault of loot or glory bring us to address our more pressing issues. We have a place for gold and resources, but information and timely "accidents" befalling the Iron Circle is more our style at the moment. We need people in places we are to conspicuous to enter or occupy, to facilitate well... you HAVE heard of our skills." Augustin sends a darted look towards Esa upon use of the word conspicuous, a word he has picked up whilst doing his research in town. He is not sure if he has it in the right context yet.
"So Fredrick, friend. What can you offer us in terms of....favour? We do seek information too. We know too well the skills we possess are few and far between and that with our rapidly increasing...social standing...within Alridge and the surrounding areas, it would seem that we can offer a lot more then hitting some ghostly apparitions over the head."
Augustin recalls the information that Esa gave him on her return. He could barely remember it and not wanting to give away party secrets to strangers somewhat by choice and somewhat being overwhelmed with it all, he poses the following question to the group.
"Is there anything our good friend Fredrick here would be able to help us with?" Augustin waits for the group response to his question before turning back to Fredrick.
"There you have it Fredrick, that's the terms we put forward as someone who knows there worth currently, and ours is high. Our share of the loot, help finding out this information and maybe a bit of a hand with some....physical resourcing. In return, we clear out your ghost problem and you have a new business partner." Augustin's green eyes catch the candlelight in the tavern and flicker like emeralds.
The words out of Augustin's mouth are different to how's he been speaking of late, whilst authoritarian, there is still a lack of confidence at times. For other's who know Augustin (particularly Esa), he seems a man of action and do first ask questions later. Something has changed within him over the last few days rest, seeming almost tactful and responsive to others.
Grimbald mumbles to RL "How th f&*k do you hit a ghost? We could do with funds but my bolts will just pass straight through 'em"
RL responds to Grimbald 'would your silver bolts do damage? I was going to use magic as can Esa, Augustin has a magical bonking tool, Vakiel has a magical sword. We need to get you a magic crossbow. I think we had a magic dagger that no one seems to be using, not great but at least it would be something.'
"Sounds like Augustin specialty to me, he's the holy guy. How do you lay a ghost to rest properly when its already dead? Maybe the Mother will help me." Grimbald wipes his chin with his forearm, orders 4 more beers and then glances at the others..."sorry, do you want any?"
RL looks at Grimbald drinking his beer and asks 'why do you drink that stuff, it tastes horrible and leaves you with your senses dulled' Imagine walking around the forest like that and all the things that you could walk into.
Fredrick sighs and has a drink of his ale. He gets froth on his moustache.
"This dwarven ale is actually pretty good. Look there's no rush on this. It's been there for a century or more. For an equal share of any loot, I'll take you there myself. I'll be in the Harkenwold for a bit, doing my rounds of the villages, although I'm staying clear of Harken Village for now until the Iron Circle are kicked out. Come find me when you're ready. Although if I find someone else in the meantime I reserve the right to ask them. No, I'm not pressuring you, I'm just stating my terms. In the meantime I have to earn my keep, stick around and enjoy!"
Fredrick Quicksilver nods to you all and gives Vakiel a wink. Then he gets up and puts on a yellow jacket and claps his hands to get the audience's attention. He then launches into a song with just his strong, melodic voice and a lot of rhythmic clapping and stamping of feet that the audience joins in on. The song is about resistance, not accepting what is handed to you - the party assume he is referring to the Iron Circle - and the cost of getting mud and blood on your face. After that he gets out a lute and plays a few songs, encouraging the audience to participate.
RL will turn back to the party once Fredrick moves away to sing again and says 'I think this a bit suspicious, if there really is a haunted manor house within 3 hours of Albridge, surely some of the other towns folk or Dar would have heard of it? should we ask around?'
Fredrick sighs and has a drink of his ale. He gets froth on his moustache.
"This dwarven ale is actually pretty good. Look there's no rush on this. It's been there for a century or more. For an equal share of any loot, I'll take you there myself. I'll be in the Harkenwold for a bit, doing my rounds of the villages, although I'm staying clear of Harken Village for now until the Iron Circle are kicked out. Come find me when you're ready. Although if I find someone else in the meantime I reserve the right to ask them. No, I'm not pressuring you, I'm just stating my terms. In the meantime I have to earn my keep, stick around and enjoy!"
Fredrick Quicksilver nods to you all and gives Vakiel a wink. Then he gets up and puts on a yellow jacket and claps his hands to get the audience's attention. He then launches into a song with just his strong, melodic voice and a lot of rhythmic clapping and stamping of feet that the audience joins in on. The song is about resistance, not accepting what is handed to you - the party assume he is referring to the Iron Circle - and the cost of getting mud and blood on your face. After that he gets out a lute and plays a few songs, encouraging the audience to participate.
Grimbald finds himself stomping his feet and thumping his tankard on the table and singing off-key "You got blood on your face, big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place" . "he's not half bad for a bard" before turning to RL "Sometimes, after killing, you need to dull the senses and not think about or remember stuff. And eat, whats the point of all of this if you can't indulge in the Mother's gifts every once in a while. Let your hair down RL, live a little, have a headache tomorrow, but worry about that tomorrow"
Grimbald finds himself stomping his feet and thumping his tankard on the table and singing off-key "You got blood on your face, big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place" . "he's not half bad for a bard" before turning to RL "Sometimes, after killing, you need to dull the senses and not think about or remember stuff. And eat, whats the point of all of this if you can't indulge in the Mother's gifts every once in a while. Let your hair down RL, live a little, have a headache tomorrow, but worry about that tomorrow"
' I guess thats the difference for me, Killing is just a part of the ways of nature, look at the wolf hunting for its food or fighting to defend its territory as an example. Killing itself doesnt worry me any more than eating a meal at this inn does'.
RL will order a beer and dubiously sip at it slowly once it arrives, making faces the whole time to try to fit in.
Grimbald rises from his seat and interrupts the Bard, compelling him to copy the beat he thumps on the ground then turns to belt out a tune
"A wolf and a squirrel, fighting side by side,
Their spirits united, in a world so wide.
Different in size, yet bonded by might,
They stood as a symbol, of friendship's pure light.
The wolf, a guardian, strong and so bold,
With amber eyes gleaming, like stories of old.
A creature of grace, swift through the night,
Protecting the forest, its shadowed respite.
The squirrel, agile, nimble on the trees,
Gathering wisdom from the whispering leaves.
Its tiny paws scurried, with purpose and zest,
Seeking hidden treasures, its hunger suppressed.
Together they ventured, through challenges unknown,
In harmony dancing, a harmony shown.
Their bond formed from trust, a bond built to last,
Two souls intertwined, forgetting the past."
With that he raises his tankard to RL. "Skull ya wolf bastard!"
RL was clapping along and really enjoying the song lets out a big sigh, touches his tankard to Grimbald's as he has seen others in the inn do, pulls a face and does his best to skull the tankard of beer. Constitution check for the outcome. 21.
RL looks really green all of a sudden, drops the tankard on the table and races out the door and vomits the beer up to the side of the door.
He stands there bent over hands on knees for a few breaths making sure nothing else is coming up before he slowly straightens and looks around for a horse trough, well or barrel of water to dunk his head in to clean himself up.
Grimbald rises from his seat and interrupts the Bard, compelling him to copy the beat he thumps on the ground then turns to belt out a tune
"A wolf and a squirrel, fighting side by side,
Their spirits united, in a world so wide.
Different in size, yet bonded by might,
They stood as a symbol, of friendship's pure light.
The wolf, a guardian, strong and so bold,
With amber eyes gleaming, like stories of old.
A creature of grace, swift through the night,
Protecting the forest, its shadowed respite.
The squirrel, agile, nimble on the trees,
Gathering wisdom from the whispering leaves.
Its tiny paws scurried, with purpose and zest,
Seeking hidden treasures, its hunger suppressed.
Together they ventured, through challenges unknown,
In harmony dancing, a harmony shown.
Their bond formed from trust, a bond built to last,
Two souls intertwined, forgetting the past."
With that he raises his tankard to RL. "Skull ya wolf bastard!"
Fredrick laughs in delight and keeps the crowd stamping and clapping along with Grimbald's lyrics. He knows he's the one getting paid so he encourages the audience participation because then everyone will have more of a good time.
After his set is over he comes back over to the table.
"That was amazing, you really have a good understanding of rhythm and rhyme, not to mention very interesting lyrics. Not sure everyone got the reference, but I do think it refers to you two, the dwarf and the shifter. And the paladin's heartfelt speech! I confess I have completely underestimated you all - well maybe not Vakiel here, I estimate you highly" he gives the barbarian a cheeky grin, "but you have a lot of depth. All of you I'm sure. But, this is no easy task I am asking. I don't want to be sending anyone else to their deaths."
"Ah yes. This is why I have not divulged details. Previously a couple of weeks ago I was too quick to mention where this haunted manor was, and two young men - who wanted to be delvers - decided to look for themselves. Only one came back and told me the ghosts of two young women had killed his friend in the courtyard of the manor. He got away and confessed to me what they had done. I don't know where he is now, back in Winterhaven I expect. I don't have any other information, other than the manor exists, it IS haunted, and the ghosts are lethal."
Serious, for a change, Fredrick takes another drink of his dwarven ale.
"Also they said they found gold, actual gold coins, scattered around the courtyard. The one who came back had a couple of the coins, but he said his friend who was killed had kept most of the coins they found in a small pouch. His body is likely still there. We need to give it a proper burial."
Grimbald rises from his seat and interrupts the Bard, compelling him to copy the beat he thumps on the ground then turns to belt out a tune
"A wolf and a squirrel, fighting side by side,
Their spirits united, in a world so wide.
Different in size, yet bonded by might,
They stood as a symbol, of friendship's pure light.
The wolf, a guardian, strong and so bold,
With amber eyes gleaming, like stories of old.
A creature of grace, swift through the night,
Protecting the forest, its shadowed respite.
The squirrel, agile, nimble on the trees,
Gathering wisdom from the whispering leaves.
Its tiny paws scurried, with purpose and zest,
Seeking hidden treasures, its hunger suppressed.
Together they ventured, through challenges unknown,
In harmony dancing, a harmony shown.
Their bond formed from trust, a bond built to last,
Two souls intertwined, forgetting the past."
With that he raises his tankard to RL. "Skull ya wolf bastard!"
Fredrick laughs in delight and keeps the crowd stamping and clapping along with Grimbald's lyrics. He knows he's the one getting paid so he encourages the audience participation because then everyone will have more of a good time.
After his set is over he comes back over to the table.
"That was amazing, you really have a good understanding of rhythm and rhyme, not to mention very interesting lyrics. Not sure everyone got the reference, but I do think it refers to you two, the dwarf and the shifter. And the paladin's heartfelt speech! I confess I have completely underestimated you all - well maybe not Vakiel here, I estimate you highly" he gives the barbarian a cheeky grin, "but you have a lot of depth. All of you I'm sure. But, this is no easy task I am asking. I don't want to be sending anyone else to their deaths."
"The tune was not my own, a crazy druid would sing it in the halls when all the adults were drunk when I was a kid... before I was .....It just came to me, lyrics and all"
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"Speak truly Silvertongue or bugger off"
RL leans over the table to Augustin to whisper in his ear "I dont think I like this human" and places a hand on his shoulder and casts guidance
Fredrick laughs. "You really are different to most delvers. Most are a vain lot, who mostly care about loot or glory or both. Please forgive my clumsy attempts at gaining your interest. I know a ruined manor that perhaps has an undiscovered horde of loot, and of course I want my share, but there is a complication. It has ghosts. Ghosts can be tricky things, killing them isn't enough, you have to find out how to lay them to rest properly. It is not too far away, perhaps about three hours travel. Would you be interested?"
Augustin looks up from the meal he has been quietly having with the group. He's been doodling on the equivalent of a napkin. It seems his usually self is missing, possibly linked with inaction. He knows that there is another adventure coming but will he be ready in time? And what about the more pressing issues of the Iron Circle. The time he has spent not rushing from battle to battle seem to have taken a different toll on him in addition to the physical.
"Fredrick, friend. We mean you know disrespect, but you may have noticed there has been a bit going on around of late. Apart from coin what use does a mostly protected vault of loot or glory bring us to address our more pressing issues. We have a place for gold and resources, but information and timely "accidents" befalling the Iron Circle is more our style at the moment. We need people in places we are to conspicuous to enter or occupy, to facilitate well... you HAVE heard of our skills." Augustin sends a darted look towards Esa upon use of the word conspicuous, a word he has picked up whilst doing his research in town. He is not sure if he has it in the right context yet.
"So Fredrick, friend. What can you offer us in terms of....favour? We do seek information too. We know too well the skills we possess are few and far between and that with our rapidly increasing...social standing...within Alridge and the surrounding areas, it would seem that we can offer a lot more then hitting some ghostly apparitions over the head."
Augustin recalls the information that Esa gave him on her return. He could barely remember it and not wanting to give away party secrets to strangers somewhat by choice and somewhat being overwhelmed with it all, he poses the following question to the group.
"Is there anything our good friend Fredrick here would be able to help us with?" Augustin waits for the group response to his question before turning back to Fredrick.
"There you have it Fredrick, that's the terms we put forward as someone who knows there worth currently, and ours is high. Our share of the loot, help finding out this information and maybe a bit of a hand with some....physical resourcing. In return, we clear out your ghost problem and you have a new business partner." Augustin's green eyes catch the candlelight in the tavern and flicker like emeralds.
The words out of Augustin's mouth are different to how's he been speaking of late, whilst authoritarian, there is still a lack of confidence at times. For other's who know Augustin (particularly Esa), he seems a man of action and do first ask questions later. Something has changed within him over the last few days rest, seeming almost tactful and responsive to others.
Persuasion 7 with guidance
Grimbald mumbles to RL "How th f&*k do you hit a ghost? We could do with funds but my bolts will just pass straight through 'em"
RL responds to Grimbald 'would your silver bolts do damage? I was going to use magic as can Esa, Augustin has a magical bonking tool, Vakiel has a magical sword. We need to get you a magic crossbow. I think we had a magic dagger that no one seems to be using, not great but at least it would be something.'
"Sounds like Augustin specialty to me, he's the holy guy. How do you lay a ghost to rest properly when its already dead? Maybe the Mother will help me." Grimbald wipes his chin with his forearm, orders 4 more beers and then glances at the others..."sorry, do you want any?"
RL looks at Grimbald drinking his beer and asks 'why do you drink that stuff, it tastes horrible and leaves you with your senses dulled' Imagine walking around the forest like that and all the things that you could walk into.
Fredrick sighs and has a drink of his ale. He gets froth on his moustache.
"This dwarven ale is actually pretty good. Look there's no rush on this. It's been there for a century or more. For an equal share of any loot, I'll take you there myself. I'll be in the Harkenwold for a bit, doing my rounds of the villages, although I'm staying clear of Harken Village for now until the Iron Circle are kicked out. Come find me when you're ready. Although if I find someone else in the meantime I reserve the right to ask them. No, I'm not pressuring you, I'm just stating my terms. In the meantime I have to earn my keep, stick around and enjoy!"
Fredrick Quicksilver nods to you all and gives Vakiel a wink. Then he gets up and puts on a yellow jacket and claps his hands to get the audience's attention. He then launches into a song with just his strong, melodic voice and a lot of rhythmic clapping and stamping of feet that the audience joins in on. The song is about resistance, not accepting what is handed to you - the party assume he is referring to the Iron Circle - and the cost of getting mud and blood on your face. After that he gets out a lute and plays a few songs, encouraging the audience to participate.
RL will turn back to the party once Fredrick moves away to sing again and says 'I think this a bit suspicious, if there really is a haunted manor house within 3 hours of Albridge, surely some of the other towns folk or Dar would have heard of it? should we ask around?'
Grimbald finds himself stomping his feet and thumping his tankard on the table and singing off-key "You got blood on your face, big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place" . "he's not half bad for a bard" before turning to RL "Sometimes, after killing, you need to dull the senses and not think about or remember stuff. And eat, whats the point of all of this if you can't indulge in the Mother's gifts every once in a while. Let your hair down RL, live a little, have a headache tomorrow, but worry about that tomorrow"
"A CIDER FOR MY GOOD FRIEND, HE AIN'T A BEER DRINKER" shouts Grimbald, to no one in particular.
' I guess thats the difference for me, Killing is just a part of the ways of nature, look at the wolf hunting for its food or fighting to defend its territory as an example. Killing itself doesnt worry me any more than eating a meal at this inn does'.
RL will order a beer and dubiously sip at it slowly once it arrives, making faces the whole time to try to fit in.
"A wolf and a squirrel? A wolf and a squirrel!"
Grimbald rises from his seat and interrupts the Bard, compelling him to copy the beat he thumps on the ground then turns to belt out a tune
"A wolf and a squirrel, fighting side by side,
Their spirits united, in a world so wide.
Different in size, yet bonded by might,
They stood as a symbol, of friendship's pure light.
The wolf, a guardian, strong and so bold,
With amber eyes gleaming, like stories of old.
A creature of grace, swift through the night,
Protecting the forest, its shadowed respite.
The squirrel, agile, nimble on the trees,
Gathering wisdom from the whispering leaves.
Its tiny paws scurried, with purpose and zest,
Seeking hidden treasures, its hunger suppressed.
Together they ventured, through challenges unknown,
In harmony dancing, a harmony shown.
Their bond formed from trust, a bond built to last,
Two souls intertwined, forgetting the past."
With that he raises his tankard to RL. "Skull ya wolf bastard!"
RL was clapping along and really enjoying the song lets out a big sigh, touches his tankard to Grimbald's as he has seen others in the inn do, pulls a face and does his best to skull the tankard of beer. Constitution check for the outcome. 21.
He stands there bent over hands on knees for a few breaths making sure nothing else is coming up before he slowly straightens and looks around for a horse trough, well or barrel of water to dunk his head in to clean himself up.
Fredrick laughs in delight and keeps the crowd stamping and clapping along with Grimbald's lyrics. He knows he's the one getting paid so he encourages the audience participation because then everyone will have more of a good time.
After his set is over he comes back over to the table.
"That was amazing, you really have a good understanding of rhythm and rhyme, not to mention very interesting lyrics. Not sure everyone got the reference, but I do think it refers to you two, the dwarf and the shifter. And the paladin's heartfelt speech! I confess I have completely underestimated you all - well maybe not Vakiel here, I estimate you highly" he gives the barbarian a cheeky grin, "but you have a lot of depth. All of you I'm sure. But, this is no easy task I am asking. I don't want to be sending anyone else to their deaths."
Vakiel turns from watching RLs quick exit and raises an eyebrow “…anyone else?”
"Ah yes. This is why I have not divulged details. Previously a couple of weeks ago I was too quick to mention where this haunted manor was, and two young men - who wanted to be delvers - decided to look for themselves. Only one came back and told me the ghosts of two young women had killed his friend in the courtyard of the manor. He got away and confessed to me what they had done. I don't know where he is now, back in Winterhaven I expect. I don't have any other information, other than the manor exists, it IS haunted, and the ghosts are lethal."
Serious, for a change, Fredrick takes another drink of his dwarven ale.
"Also they said they found gold, actual gold coins, scattered around the courtyard. The one who came back had a couple of the coins, but he said his friend who was killed had kept most of the coins they found in a small pouch. His body is likely still there. We need to give it a proper burial."
"The tune was not my own, a crazy druid would sing it in the halls when all the adults were drunk when I was a kid... before I was .....It just came to me, lyrics and all"