Hoid, appreciating Bronk’s look, replies to Balodon, “We were contracted by Cleggor to deliver some good here, to him. We delivered but Cleggor should have arrived here beforehand but was missing. His brother hired us to find Cleggor. That was six days ago. There was no agreement between us and the merchants, nor did we suspect we would find, let alone defeat, the Red Cloaks and their leaders. We will need to report Cleggor’s return, although I suspect news will precede our report “
Ballodon laughs, "Well, I would say so. This bard seems to have knowledge of your exploits in Luskan as well." He takes a deep draught of ale, "What do you call yourselves?"
“The bard knows of us because he was in Lusakan when we killed some rats in the sewers, which is where we first encountered Craddick the Coward and his propensity to run away. That gained the attention of Cleggor, and you have heard the rest of our story. As for a name, no one has given us one, nor have we thought there was a need.”
Erbert grins, and he pipes up, “The Red-Eyed Rescuers?” He gives a wink at Bronk and smiles, giving a little chuckle, translating all of this in elvish to him.
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“Too many syllables and too much alliteration. Just Red Eyes. Could have double meaning with the lack of sleep from night activities and association with Bronk.”
Erbert smiles and say conspiratorially with Bronk, “Maybe we find some of those berries again and have a proper… initiation. If you know what I mean. I think that it makes you grow some chest hair as well!” Erbert makes a huge tuft of chest hairs grow out of the top of his cloak, as he looks down and says, “See?”
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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.
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The morning greets you far too early. Jotrun's was energetic last night. The crowd remained late into the night telling stories and drinking prodigious amounts of ale. Jotrun brought out a new cask to be broached and no one left until it was empty as well. Iolo joined you at your tables for a bit. He told you rumors spreading around Luskan about a rat cult establishing themselves in the sewers. People are wondering where are the Heroes of the Docks now. The Arcane Brotherhood is agitated about a wizard going missing here in Shalecliff. That is what brought him here, to find out more if he can. He spread your news of defeating the Red Cloaks and capturing their leaders. The Sheriff, Galban Snow, and one of the guard officers, Captain Sanaak arrived at one point as well. Galban was appreciative of your warnings about Olea. She continued to try casting spells until they put a bridle in her mouth and tied her hands together in heavy leather gloves. Tholin is just sitting quietly staring into nothingness. He asks you to join him tomorrow morning (Day 6) to go and discuss what you found with Lionshield Coster and Balton's Sundries. If they have goods to recover they will likely want to do that. You may be needed to guide them to the locations where they should go.
It is the pounding on your doors and the hollering in the hallway that wakens you with the sun at mid-morning, "Wake up! Wake up! I must thank the brave men who rescued my brother! Wake up!" You hear the voice of Magnar Stonejaw booming in the hallway, and your heads. You also hear the much meeker protestations of the inn keeper about disturbing the guests. Magnar seems to relent a bit at this, "Meet me downstairs! Breakfast is waiting!"
Groggily, Kragen awakens with a pounding headache. Dresses and heads for the dinning hall. Upon seeing Magnar, approaches “Well met Magnar, hope you are well!”, noding to a seat as in question, sits. “As I am sure you have heard, we were able to find Cleggor, although he had been treated poorly, my colleagues and I were able to free him from bondage.”, “I hope he is recovering well??”
listening intently while hungrily eyeing the breakfast laid before him.
“MAGNAR! You missed last night’s celebration! Perhaps we can get Jotrun’s opened early this fine morning and recommence the celebrations! WHOOOOOOOOO!”
“Men, dwarves, gnomes and goblin!” Erbert says grumpily as he sits up, not an early riser. He hastily throws on his cloak and grabs his gear. He puts his driftglobe in his pack, he had been playing with it the night before, playing a game of hide and seek with it around the room. He walks down the stairs, nose in the air, the words coming from his mouth, “Eggs… bacon….” he keeps sniffing. If he sees Bronk as he comes down, he will say “Let’s get you some of that fancy armor today! The leather and metal rings like you said…”
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Magnar is there in the common room ready to greet each of you with a bear hug and exuberant, wet kisses on each cheek. A dwarves display of great emotion. Bronk gets a curious nod and seems quite satisfied with that. "I asked the inn keeper to set a breakfast for all of you," Magnar offers what is on the table. There are boiled eggs, rashers of bacon, fried potatoes and onions, some kind of marmalade, loaves of bread, small beer and fresh berries. "I asked for whipped cream as well," he says looking about the table. "It seems that was the step too far," with a frown. "That man is easy to make jump," he adds with a laugh as he closes the open door to the room. He sits at the head of the table with a plate of his own and a mug of beer. The food is good, surprisingly so. And not just because you are hung over, you suspect. Someone KNOWS how to cook here. You each find your spirits rising as you finish one and then another plate of food.
Satisfied that you have all started on the path of rejuvenation, Magnar begins. "My brothers and I owe you some information. You have saved Cleggor's life and the prospects that we three brothers have been searching for for the past three years. The map he bears shows the location of an old dwarven mine, the Deep Wave Mine. At the height of its output is was producing rich veins of silver, lead and iron. It was at that time that the clan operating this mine came under attack. Orcs attacked and were held off for over a yearlong siege. The dwarves held their defenses and continued to work the mine. Something happened that no one can explain. In a quick battle the entire mine was lost to this attacking force that had been held off for a year. Orcs plundered the wealth of the dwarves and used the mine as a stronghold for many years before moving on as they are wont to do. This was over one hundred years ago. It has been forgotten to the towns of men."
"My brothers and I have searched for clues to the location of the mine. We located an old, dusty map in a library that mentioned the mine. From there we started exploring. Six months ago we found what we hoped to be the mine. We have worked at this site to clear the rubble piled in the entrance. We are close to being able to enter the mine, we believe. Others have become curious about our trips into the mountains and back. Rumors started. The map we made from our explorations was in Cleggor's possession when he was attacked. I don't know if he was targeted or just unlucky. We have you to thank for bringing him back alive. And, keeping the map in our possession."
He then pulls a pouch from his tunic and sets it on the table. "50 gold coins as promised for bringing him home." He sets another pouch beside it, "Another 50 for saving the map." He looks you each in the eye and nods saying "Thank you."
"Cleggor needs some time to rest up. We will stay here for a while. Bran has agreed to accompany us to help protect us when we return to the mine entrance."
”We have had multiple encounters with Craddick the Coward, some erroneously pronounce his name Craddock, several times in recent days. The Coward runs away before we can have a proper conversation with him, but it seems that he is interested in you and your brothers, or perhaps your work on the mine. We also have recent information about Craddick working with someone from the under dark that goes by The Spider, or perhaps Itsy Bitsy Spider. This unknown actor may be a Drow. Our information is sparse. Do you know any of these names or why they might be interested in you or your work?”
”If you do not, perhaps you would be willing to share the name and location of this library you spoke of? Perhaps there is more information there that my more learned companions could unearth.”
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Hoid, appreciating Bronk’s look, replies to Balodon, “We were contracted by Cleggor to deliver some good here, to him. We delivered but Cleggor should have arrived here beforehand but was missing. His brother hired us to find Cleggor. That was six days ago. There was no agreement between us and the merchants, nor did we suspect we would find, let alone defeat, the Red Cloaks and their leaders. We will need to report Cleggor’s return, although I suspect news will precede our report “
(( Actually, tomorrow is day six. ))
Ballodon laughs, "Well, I would say so. This bard seems to have knowledge of your exploits in Luskan as well." He takes a deep draught of ale, "What do you call yourselves?"
“The bard knows of us because he was in Lusakan when we killed some rats in the sewers, which is where we first encountered Craddick the Coward and his propensity to run away. That gained the attention of Cleggor, and you have heard the rest of our story. As for a name, no one has given us one, nor have we thought there was a need.”
Erbert grins, and he pipes up, “The Red-Eyed Rescuers?” He gives a wink at Bronk and smiles, giving a little chuckle, translating all of this in elvish to him.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Bronk points to Erbert and exclaims in Common, “Yes!”
“Too many syllables and too much alliteration. Just Red Eyes. Could have double meaning with the lack of sleep from night activities and association with Bronk.”
Bronk frowns at the exchange between Erbert and Hoid. "Bronk, Red Eye. Erbert, Red Eye. You not Red Eye."
“Ah but you see friend Bronk, I never said who the red eyes are. I was quite ambiguous about that. All I suggested was a shortening of the name!”
Bronk just looks back at you. Blankly.
Erbert smiles and say conspiratorially with Bronk, “Maybe we find some of those berries again and have a proper… initiation. If you know what I mean. I think that it makes you grow some chest hair as well!” Erbert makes a huge tuft of chest hairs grow out of the top of his cloak, as he looks down and says, “See?”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Iolo finishes his song to cheers. He bows and intercepts a flagon of ale from the serving girl.
I see what you did there.
Moi?
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The morning greets you far too early. Jotrun's was energetic last night. The crowd remained late into the night telling stories and drinking prodigious amounts of ale. Jotrun brought out a new cask to be broached and no one left until it was empty as well. Iolo joined you at your tables for a bit. He told you rumors spreading around Luskan about a rat cult establishing themselves in the sewers. People are wondering where are the Heroes of the Docks now. The Arcane Brotherhood is agitated about a wizard going missing here in Shalecliff. That is what brought him here, to find out more if he can. He spread your news of defeating the Red Cloaks and capturing their leaders. The Sheriff, Galban Snow, and one of the guard officers, Captain Sanaak arrived at one point as well. Galban was appreciative of your warnings about Olea. She continued to try casting spells until they put a bridle in her mouth and tied her hands together in heavy leather gloves. Tholin is just sitting quietly staring into nothingness. He asks you to join him tomorrow morning (Day 6) to go and discuss what you found with Lionshield Coster and Balton's Sundries. If they have goods to recover they will likely want to do that. You may be needed to guide them to the locations where they should go.
It is the pounding on your doors and the hollering in the hallway that wakens you with the sun at mid-morning, "Wake up! Wake up! I must thank the brave men who rescued my brother! Wake up!" You hear the voice of Magnar Stonejaw booming in the hallway, and your heads. You also hear the much meeker protestations of the inn keeper about disturbing the guests. Magnar seems to relent a bit at this, "Meet me downstairs! Breakfast is waiting!"
Groggily, Kragen awakens with a pounding headache. Dresses and heads for the dinning hall. Upon seeing Magnar, approaches “Well met Magnar, hope you are well!”, noding to a seat as in question, sits. “As I am sure you have heard, we were able to find Cleggor, although he had been treated poorly, my colleagues and I were able to free him from bondage.”, “I hope he is recovering well??”
listening intently while hungrily eyeing the breakfast laid before him.
“MAGNAR! You missed last night’s celebration! Perhaps we can get Jotrun’s opened early this fine morning and recommence the celebrations! WHOOOOOOOOO!”
(( You, sir, are no Biff! ))
“Men, dwarves, gnomes and goblin!” Erbert says grumpily as he sits up, not an early riser. He hastily throws on his cloak and grabs his gear. He puts his driftglobe in his pack, he had been playing with it the night before, playing a game of hide and seek with it around the room. He walks down the stairs, nose in the air, the words coming from his mouth, “Eggs… bacon….” he keeps sniffing. If he sees Bronk as he comes down, he will say “Let’s get you some of that fancy armor today! The leather and metal rings like you said…”
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Magnar is there in the common room ready to greet each of you with a bear hug and exuberant, wet kisses on each cheek. A dwarves display of great emotion. Bronk gets a curious nod and seems quite satisfied with that. "I asked the inn keeper to set a breakfast for all of you," Magnar offers what is on the table. There are boiled eggs, rashers of bacon, fried potatoes and onions, some kind of marmalade, loaves of bread, small beer and fresh berries. "I asked for whipped cream as well," he says looking about the table. "It seems that was the step too far," with a frown. "That man is easy to make jump," he adds with a laugh as he closes the open door to the room. He sits at the head of the table with a plate of his own and a mug of beer. The food is good, surprisingly so. And not just because you are hung over, you suspect. Someone KNOWS how to cook here. You each find your spirits rising as you finish one and then another plate of food.
Satisfied that you have all started on the path of rejuvenation, Magnar begins. "My brothers and I owe you some information. You have saved Cleggor's life and the prospects that we three brothers have been searching for for the past three years. The map he bears shows the location of an old dwarven mine, the Deep Wave Mine. At the height of its output is was producing rich veins of silver, lead and iron. It was at that time that the clan operating this mine came under attack. Orcs attacked and were held off for over a yearlong siege. The dwarves held their defenses and continued to work the mine. Something happened that no one can explain. In a quick battle the entire mine was lost to this attacking force that had been held off for a year. Orcs plundered the wealth of the dwarves and used the mine as a stronghold for many years before moving on as they are wont to do. This was over one hundred years ago. It has been forgotten to the towns of men."
"My brothers and I have searched for clues to the location of the mine. We located an old, dusty map in a library that mentioned the mine. From there we started exploring. Six months ago we found what we hoped to be the mine. We have worked at this site to clear the rubble piled in the entrance. We are close to being able to enter the mine, we believe. Others have become curious about our trips into the mountains and back. Rumors started. The map we made from our explorations was in Cleggor's possession when he was attacked. I don't know if he was targeted or just unlucky. We have you to thank for bringing him back alive. And, keeping the map in our possession."
He then pulls a pouch from his tunic and sets it on the table. "50 gold coins as promised for bringing him home." He sets another pouch beside it, "Another 50 for saving the map." He looks you each in the eye and nods saying "Thank you."
"Cleggor needs some time to rest up. We will stay here for a while. Bran has agreed to accompany us to help protect us when we return to the mine entrance."
“Magnar, your generosity is appreciated.”
”We have had multiple encounters with Craddick the Coward, some erroneously pronounce his name Craddock, several times in recent days. The Coward runs away before we can have a proper conversation with him, but it seems that he is interested in you and your brothers, or perhaps your work on the mine. We also have recent information about Craddick working with someone from the under dark that goes by The Spider, or perhaps Itsy Bitsy Spider. This unknown actor may be a Drow. Our information is sparse. Do you know any of these names or why they might be interested in you or your work?”
”If you do not, perhaps you would be willing to share the name and location of this library you spoke of? Perhaps there is more information there that my more learned companions could unearth.”