Erbert dusts off his cloak and says “A cold ale sounds good to me right now. I think we’ve all earned it.” He turns to Bronk, speaking in elvish, slowly. “We told them. You are our friend, you are safe here. No harm will come to you. They appreciate what we have done with those bandits.” He nods to the goblin, asks him to join us. At the table, Erbert says “All of the prisoners were there when my watch ended. I wonder how they escaped… I think you are right though. I don’t think they’ll raise up arms like that again.” He takes several deep droughts, taking out his journal and writing of the “Attack at the Crescent Camp” adding in a few flourishes and a couple of exaggerations.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The innkeeper at the Hallowed Tree is NOT HAPPY about your bringing a goblin under his roof. “First you come with a wizard. The last one still hasn’t come out of his room,” he says exasperated. “Now he has a goblin Familiar tagging along with him.” He glares at Bronk and Erbert. After much haggling and drama the innkeeper relents and provides a room in the basement, at double price. Bronk is quiet through all of this and sticks close by Erbert. He is unfamiliar with the bed in the room. Once he climbs on he relaxes a bit and has a big grin, “Very nice….”
You each clean up and shed your armor and gear. Jotrun’s is somewhat busy when you arrive. There are two tables beside each other you all sit around. Ballodon excuses himself and walks over to a table of gnomes sitting on the other side of the room. He starts up a discussion with the one dressed in fine clothes wearing several rings, pendants and earrings. This one hands Ballodon a small pouch after handshakes and nods all around.
One of the gnomes is a wizened old gnome wearing average clothes and smoking an elaborate pipe.
The third is dressed in fine clothes and very well groomed and manicured. He seems bored with Ballodon and looks over at the rest of you. He seems very disinterested at first. Then, his face lights up and he hollers over the noise, “Is that Uh-Derr Jingle Jangle I see over there?!” He then starts to make his way over to you with a great smile on his face.
Ballodon looks up at the outburst from the foppish gnome. He smoothly tucks his pouch into his tunic and cracks his knuckles as he moves to follow him towards you. If you didn't know better, you would say that the wizened gnome has the faintest corner of a smile on his face....
Erbert turns and his face starts to glow as red as his cloak. “Feckless bastard, who let you in here? Sapos Poggleteggle, I thought I’d never see your soggy ass again. Who’ve you been playing your hijinks on now? The ole minor illusion whoopie cushion gag ever get old for you? The hidden prestidigitation clear cover on a toilet seat? Or more sinister shovin people down when there trying to do a spell kind of bull crap that you used to do!?!” As he says this, Erbert’s face is beet red, his cheeks puffed out and he’s taking deep breaths in and out. The fire crackles at his fingertips, flames shoot across his irises….. or did you imagine it? You haven’t seen the gnome so mad and saucy, even in the midst of a deadly fight. This gnome has clearly gotten under his skin before, it seems.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Hoid, to Erbert, “Feckless sounds like fighting words. Before this turns into a tavern brawl, can you share a story about the feckless one? That should give me time to consume my beverage and avoid a spill in the upcoming Donnybrook. A spill would make me quite irate, so please take your time. Any additional insults would be welcome - Bronk needs practice.”
Sapos gives a big smile as he walks over to stand before Erbert. "My, I think you may even be taller now as well," he adds with a chuckle. He turns to the rest of you. "Ol' Derby here and I were school chums studying under Gilo. I tutored him in some of the more difficult to grasp aspects of the art." Holding his hand up beside his mouth as if whispering a secret, "Eggdirt almost didn't make it out of Introduction to Conjuring...." adding a wink. He then stands up straighter, almost a full inch taller than Erbert. "So, seriously. Stop all of your fooling around. Why are you here in Shalecliff? I was invited here by the great Arnak Binabintarfar on a mission of great importance," his chest puffing up a bit as he gestures to the wizened gnome smoking the elaborate pipe. "Oh, and Arnak knows about who left him the little present on his doorstep last week."
Ballodon stopped about five feet behind the odious fop and remains standing there hands on hips, stone faced.
From across the room, you can see the gnome identified as Arnak watching the whole affair. He is keeping his eyes on Erbert while gently puffing his pipe. The other gnome that Ballodon spoke with is sipping his wine from a crystal goblet, observing. None of the other patrons in Jotrun's seem very interested.
Bronk watches with interest the exchange between Erbert and Sapos. Not complete interest. The ale and sausages have a good portion of his attention as well.
The serving girl arrives with two heaping platters of sausages, bread and individual bowls of stewed spinach with garlic and salted lemon. Following her is another serving girl with flagons of ale. All is distributed on the two tables your group now occupies. Cleggor and Bran have not joined you. Bran wants to see to Cleggor's health and make sure he gets rest. They are staying at The Merry Pigeon, across from the livery and by the smiths.
“Great importance eh? What is it? Finding the long lost Mordenkainen’s petrified turd? Adding to your belly button lint collection with Tasha’s long lost arcane lint ball?” Erbert glances over at Arnak, saying “What are you talking about. Arnak is hanging out with you? Hah! Well, maybe if he hears what we have been doing, he’ll change his mind.” Erbert casually casts prestidigitation twice and makes the smoke coming out of his pipe emerge in a the shape of a hand shooting the middle finger at Sapos, and he makes it smell terrible….
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Ballodon walks up from behind Sapos and bumps him roughly with his shoulder. He turns to square up on him with a steely gaze, "Perhaps your friends are missing you at your table?" Sapos has a flash of anger on his face and the rudeness of Ballodon but quickly contains it after seeing the flat stares from each of you. He then tries to pass it off with a smile, "Of course, cousin. I'm sure the conversation has faltered in my absence." Erbert uses the distraction to cast a quick cantrip. He turns to Erbert, "Be careful out there Sport. It is a dangerous world," he then turns to walk back to the table. You swear there is a hesitation in his step as the smoke from the wizened gnome's pipe forms a hand giving Sapos the finger. The wealthy gnome snorts while trying to unsuccessfully suppress a laugh while taking a sip of wine.
Ballodon adds to Sapos' back, "We are not cousins."
Ballodon takes his seat, "Sorry for my distraction. Needed to collect on a contract to fund tonight's activities. Which, by the way, I need to discuss with you. I was contracted by trade concerns in Mirabar to scout and hopefully solve the Red Cloak Bandit problem. I will send word there tomorrow and expect to collect my bounty soon after. I am expecting 250gp for this. You all have certainly earned this by freeing me. How does 32 gold coins each sound?" (Assuming equal share for Bronk. If not, then 37)
Ballodon, raps the table, "It is done! Once the reward comes through you will have your coin." He then raises his flagon, "To my rescuers! A welcome and thrilling adventure to tell my wee ones about....once I have some!" He then downs his flagon of ale and calls for the serving girl, "Lass! We are thirsty from vanquishing evil-doers. Keep the ale flowing."
(( You all can add the 32 gold to your characters now. ))
Bronk seems to be enjoying the boisterous gnome and energy of Jotrun's. He is particularly enjoying the sausages and ale, noting this with a loud BURP! Ballodon turns to Hoid, "What of the Shalecliff traders? Did you have any agreement with them for rescue of their lost goods? Surely there is a reward of some kind for you to collect on here?"
A well dressed half-elven man then strums a lute in the center of the room. You look......and recognize Iolo from Luskan! He gives your group a wink and breaks into his song. "Tonight we drink with the Heroes of the Docks and Vanquishers of the Red Cloaks!," he exclaims gesturing to your group. A cheer goes up from the crowded room at the second bestowed title. He then begins:
The clouds prepare for battle
In the dark and brooding silence
Bruised and sullen storm clouds
Have the light of day obscured
Looming low and ominous
In Twilight Premature
Thunder heads are rumbling
In a distant overture
His song is about good overcoming evil in a climactic battle. The armies of elves and men fight alongside the dwarves facing dark forces of orcs, bugbears, dragons and skeletons all led by a powerful necromancer. The land of the dwarves was lost and their clan scattered. The men and elves were able to find victory but could not reunite the lost dwarves. The necromancer was driven off from the city of the dwarves, but only after he had tainted their caves and mines.
Bronk listens to Iolo with a look of "wtf is this" on his face.
Step 1: procure rooms at the inn.
Step 2: remove gore and filth via bathing.
Step 3: go to Jotrun’s.
Galven responds to Chadwick, "Thank you, sir. We have just the thing for people like her." He smiles at Olea as she scowls at him.
Ballodon speaks up, "If you don't mind my joining you, I am buying the first rounds. It only seems right after your rescuing me and Honor."
Jotrun's Tavern
Map of Shalecliff
While it's not necessary, it is appreciated friend. We'll meet you there once we've had a chance to make ourselves less gruesome.
To Ballodon "Would be happy to share a pint or two with you Cousin!" Clapping him on the back. Kragen heads off to secure a room and freshen up.
Erbert dusts off his cloak and says “A cold ale sounds good to me right now. I think we’ve all earned it.” He turns to Bronk, speaking in elvish, slowly. “We told them. You are our friend, you are safe here. No harm will come to you. They appreciate what we have done with those bandits.” He nods to the goblin, asks him to join us. At the table, Erbert says “All of the prisoners were there when my watch ended. I wonder how they escaped… I think you are right though. I don’t think they’ll raise up arms like that again.” He takes several deep droughts, taking out his journal and writing of the “Attack at the Crescent Camp” adding in a few flourishes and a couple of exaggerations.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
The innkeeper at the Hallowed Tree is NOT HAPPY about your bringing a goblin under his roof. “First you come with a wizard. The last one still hasn’t come out of his room,” he says exasperated. “Now he has a goblin Familiar tagging along with him.” He glares at Bronk and Erbert. After much haggling and drama the innkeeper relents and provides a room in the basement, at double price. Bronk is quiet through all of this and sticks close by Erbert. He is unfamiliar with the bed in the room. Once he climbs on he relaxes a bit and has a big grin, “Very nice….”
You each clean up and shed your armor and gear. Jotrun’s is somewhat busy when you arrive. There are two tables beside each other you all sit around. Ballodon excuses himself and walks over to a table of gnomes sitting on the other side of the room. He starts up a discussion with the one dressed in fine clothes wearing several rings, pendants and earrings. This one hands Ballodon a small pouch after handshakes and nods all around.
One of the gnomes is a wizened old gnome wearing average clothes and smoking an elaborate pipe.
The third is dressed in fine clothes and very well groomed and manicured. He seems bored with Ballodon and looks over at the rest of you. He seems very disinterested at first. Then, his face lights up and he hollers over the noise, “Is that Uh-Derr Jingle Jangle I see over there?!” He then starts to make his way over to you with a great smile on his face.
Kragen proceeds to get the festivities started by buying everyone in our party a round of Dwarvish Stout, including Bran, Ballodon, Cleggor and Bronk.
Asks the serving wench "We are hungry lass, please bring us dinner if you would. Thank you."
Ballodon looks up at the outburst from the foppish gnome. He smoothly tucks his pouch into his tunic and cracks his knuckles as he moves to follow him towards you. If you didn't know better, you would say that the wizened gnome has the faintest corner of a smile on his face....
Hoid
“Balodon, care to shed some light on the situation?”
Erbert turns and his face starts to glow as red as his cloak. “Feckless bastard, who let you in here? Sapos Poggleteggle, I thought I’d never see your soggy ass again. Who’ve you been playing your hijinks on now? The ole minor illusion whoopie cushion gag ever get old for you? The hidden prestidigitation clear cover on a toilet seat? Or more sinister shovin people down when there trying to do a spell kind of bull crap that you used to do!?!” As he says this, Erbert’s face is beet red, his cheeks puffed out and he’s taking deep breaths in and out. The fire crackles at his fingertips, flames shoot across his irises….. or did you imagine it? You haven’t seen the gnome so mad and saucy, even in the midst of a deadly fight. This gnome has clearly gotten under his skin before, it seems.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Hoid, to Erbert, “Feckless sounds like fighting words. Before this turns into a tavern brawl, can you share a story about the feckless one? That should give me time to consume my beverage and avoid a spill in the upcoming Donnybrook. A spill would make me quite irate, so please take your time. Any additional insults would be welcome - Bronk needs practice.”
Sapos gives a big smile as he walks over to stand before Erbert. "My, I think you may even be taller now as well," he adds with a chuckle. He turns to the rest of you. "Ol' Derby here and I were school chums studying under Gilo. I tutored him in some of the more difficult to grasp aspects of the art." Holding his hand up beside his mouth as if whispering a secret, "Eggdirt almost didn't make it out of Introduction to Conjuring...." adding a wink. He then stands up straighter, almost a full inch taller than Erbert. "So, seriously. Stop all of your fooling around. Why are you here in Shalecliff? I was invited here by the great Arnak Binabintarfar on a mission of great importance," his chest puffing up a bit as he gestures to the wizened gnome smoking the elaborate pipe. "Oh, and Arnak knows about who left him the little present on his doorstep last week."
Ballodon stopped about five feet behind the odious fop and remains standing there hands on hips, stone faced.
From across the room, you can see the gnome identified as Arnak watching the whole affair. He is keeping his eyes on Erbert while gently puffing his pipe. The other gnome that Ballodon spoke with is sipping his wine from a crystal goblet, observing. None of the other patrons in Jotrun's seem very interested.
Bronk watches with interest the exchange between Erbert and Sapos. Not complete interest. The ale and sausages have a good portion of his attention as well.
The serving girl arrives with two heaping platters of sausages, bread and individual bowls of stewed spinach with garlic and salted lemon. Following her is another serving girl with flagons of ale. All is distributed on the two tables your group now occupies. Cleggor and Bran have not joined you. Bran wants to see to Cleggor's health and make sure he gets rest. They are staying at The Merry Pigeon, across from the livery and by the smiths.
“Great importance eh? What is it? Finding the long lost Mordenkainen’s petrified turd? Adding to your belly button lint collection with Tasha’s long lost arcane lint ball?” Erbert glances over at Arnak, saying “What are you talking about. Arnak is hanging out with you? Hah! Well, maybe if he hears what we have been doing, he’ll change his mind.” Erbert casually casts prestidigitation twice and makes the smoke coming out of his pipe emerge in a the shape of a hand shooting the middle finger at Sapos, and he makes it smell terrible….
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Ballodon walks up from behind Sapos and bumps him roughly with his shoulder. He turns to square up on him with a steely gaze, "Perhaps your friends are missing you at your table?" Sapos has a flash of anger on his face and the rudeness of Ballodon but quickly contains it after seeing the flat stares from each of you. He then tries to pass it off with a smile, "Of course, cousin. I'm sure the conversation has faltered in my absence." Erbert uses the distraction to cast a quick cantrip. He turns to Erbert, "Be careful out there Sport. It is a dangerous world," he then turns to walk back to the table. You swear there is a hesitation in his step as the smoke from the wizened gnome's pipe forms a hand giving Sapos the finger. The wealthy gnome snorts while trying to unsuccessfully suppress a laugh while taking a sip of wine.
Ballodon adds to Sapos' back, "We are not cousins."
Ballodon takes his seat, "Sorry for my distraction. Needed to collect on a contract to fund tonight's activities. Which, by the way, I need to discuss with you. I was contracted by trade concerns in Mirabar to scout and hopefully solve the Red Cloak Bandit problem. I will send word there tomorrow and expect to collect my bounty soon after. I am expecting 250gp for this. You all have certainly earned this by freeing me. How does 32 gold coins each sound?" (Assuming equal share for Bronk. If not, then 37)
Hoid is in favor of an equal share for Bronk.
Seconded.
Chadwick votes to include Bronk.
Here, here. Bronk has shown his quality!
Ballodon, raps the table, "It is done! Once the reward comes through you will have your coin." He then raises his flagon, "To my rescuers! A welcome and thrilling adventure to tell my wee ones about....once I have some!" He then downs his flagon of ale and calls for the serving girl, "Lass! We are thirsty from vanquishing evil-doers. Keep the ale flowing."
(( You all can add the 32 gold to your characters now. ))
Bronk seems to be enjoying the boisterous gnome and energy of Jotrun's. He is particularly enjoying the sausages and ale, noting this with a loud BURP! Ballodon turns to Hoid, "What of the Shalecliff traders? Did you have any agreement with them for rescue of their lost goods? Surely there is a reward of some kind for you to collect on here?"
A well dressed half-elven man then strums a lute in the center of the room. You look......and recognize Iolo from Luskan! He gives your group a wink and breaks into his song. "Tonight we drink with the Heroes of the Docks and Vanquishers of the Red Cloaks!," he exclaims gesturing to your group. A cheer goes up from the crowded room at the second bestowed title. He then begins:
The clouds prepare for battle
In the dark and brooding silence
Bruised and sullen storm clouds
Have the light of day obscured
Looming low and ominous
In Twilight Premature
Thunder heads are rumbling
In a distant overture
His song is about good overcoming evil in a climactic battle. The armies of elves and men fight alongside the dwarves facing dark forces of orcs, bugbears, dragons and skeletons all led by a powerful necromancer. The land of the dwarves was lost and their clan scattered. The men and elves were able to find victory but could not reunite the lost dwarves. The necromancer was driven off from the city of the dwarves, but only after he had tainted their caves and mines.
Bronk listens to Iolo with a look of "wtf is this" on his face.