I agree with going back to the Dolphin. If we smell the same as we did after our last trip a direct route is probably best. After we clean we can divide the bounty and plan our next actions.
Before departing, Kragen thanks Dimmick "Thank you sir, for allowing us to serve and deliver Justice to those who prey on good people, Tyr will be pleased! We welcome the opportunity to build a relationship with the Dwarves of Mirabar keep!". "Thank you, good day to you."
You climb out of the sewer and find that the sun is headed for its rest in the western sea. The guard on the surface helps you out with a hand. The Wizard is no where to be seen. The streets are busy with end of the day errands. You see taverns attracting customers looking for a cold pint by a warm fire. Ships can be seen leaving port on the falling tide. It is a typical night in a port town.
You all arrive back to the Dancing Dolphin. Your appearance, and odor, is not nearly what it was last time. Jadeth still gives you a puzzling look as you enter. Taurik comes over to your table as you are sitting, "So, fellows. How are things? No difficulty with the local strong arms I hope."
”No sir, we merely went to confirm our prior work dealing with an infestation in the nether regions of the city was complete. We apologize for our malodorous condition. We will return to our rooms with all due haste so that we are in an appropriate condition to enjoy a pint in the common room.”
Hoid will take a Marine shower and return to the common room for an adult libation.
After cleaning up a bit and heading back down to the common room you find yourselves a table and some beverages. Several plates of roasted chickens, potatoes/carrots and coarse bread with a delicious gravy show up following the drinks. The room is full that night as word got out that the bard had returned to perform again. You see people you recognize as having been here before. There are new faces as well. Mostly humans are the clientele, but there is a table of dwarves across the room.
The evening passes on with several rounds of drink. Each of you start to notice glances your way from the other patrons. Nothing overt or hostile. You just seem to have gathered attention somehow. One of the serving girls shows up with two fists full of flagons. "Six Dwarven Stouts for you," she nods to the table of dwarves. "Sent by your new friends."
After she leaves, one of the dwarves at the table stands and walks over to you. "Well met, good sirs! I am Cleggor Stonejaw (unknown to all of you). You are the gentlemen who recovered all of the lost wares from that den of thieves in the sewers?" He sets his flagon down and joins you at the table. "Of course you are!," he says with a smile. "Look at ye. A fearsome lot you certainly are. My brethren are quite happy with what you have done. You can expect to hear from them tomorrow I am guessing." He looks back over to the table and then leans in a bit and proceed with a softer voice, "I mean strike up some business with you if you are interested. I have need for a reliable band to do some work for me."
Addressing Cleggor, "Well met, Cleggor Stonejaw." (In Dwarvish) "My name is Kragen Gravelbeard, of Clan Delhalls in the Galena Mountain Range in Vaasa" (return to common)"Thank you for the round of hearty stout (raising his mug toward Cleggor), my compatriots and I have had the opportunity to serve Tyr's justice to those who have nefarious intentions and fostered ill acts in the city." "If you would be so kind... who are you, your brethren and whom do you serve?" "We would prefer a better understanding of your aspirations prior to entertaining any future partnership."
At some point in the evening Chadwick takes a flask over to the bard when he is taking a break and requests a song tipping twice whatever the normal rate it. He requests a well known ballad of heroes overcoming evil, but not without loss. When the bard gets around to the song (assuming he does) Chadwick sings along in a surprisingly sweet and tender voice for someone who is typically so boisterous. At the end there is a bit of mist in his eyes. I used to sing in the choir back home (he says somewhat embarrassed) was a nice break from the fields. I like the song because it reminds me that I took up the shield and axe to protect those who need protecting, not glory. Besides, it's always good to become chummy with the bards. They have the best tales, and hear a lot more than most people think.
The next time Taurik comes around Chadwick asks if there are any orphanages in town. I like to be able to help them out when I can.
Chadwick goes over to talk with the bard. “Well met, Chadwick! I am Iolo.” He listens as Chadwick describes the song, “Why yes, I do believe I know that one.”
Later that night he catches Chadwick’s eye and begins to sing:
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
He continues on with a tale of great heroes facing dark foes. The heroes are tested and nearly fail. With perseverance and faith they ultimately overcome the evil and drive it from the field of battle.
Iolo is surprised when Chadwick joins in, mostly at his skill. He adopts a harmonizing vocal to highlight Chadwick’s part. The crowd cheers and thumps the tables at their conclusion. Iolo bows and points to Chadwick for more applause.
Cleggor raises his tankard to Kragen. He replies in Dwarvish, “I am Cleggor Stonejaw of Clan Deephollow from the Spine of the World mountains. Well met!”
Once again in Common, “My business is in opening a mine with my brothers. The three of us hope to find a rich seam to grow old and fat from.” He looks around the group, “This is something we don’t want to get out, of course. Others would enjoy exploiting our find.”
Erbert has walked around the rest of the day like he has a chip on his shoulder, and very distracted. His mind elsewhere, musing and puzzling, irritable when he almost walks into someone on the street. “Word flip, letter flip… swap the letters….” He’s got a scratch that he simply cannot itch. It vexes him, it tasks him.
He sits at the table, nodding and smiling at all of the correct times, answering when asked, but his mind clearly elsewhere. You can see the cogs turning if you watch him.
He smiles and lifts a mug to the dwarven group, raising it in a toast of thanks. When the music starts, it seems to bring him out of his reverie. He hums and taps his fingers on the table. After the song finishes and a number of minutes pass, his little voice oblivious to the surrounding talk and he sings out to himself, “And the meek will inherit the Toril…..” Then he sits up like a bolt of lightning hit him. He pulls out the parchment and starts moving words around, thinking of any different combinations. He looks around the room quickly for any sign of an elf, or anyone who would know undercommon to help him..
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Acknowledging Cleggors forthright response “Thank you for providing additional context, be assured our conversation stays at this table.” “I am well equipped and proficient with the work you intend to embark upon.” “However my most of my compatriots are not well suited to that line of work.” “Why would this diverse group be attractive for that endeavor?”
Cleggor smiles to Kragen, “I am only looking for someone to get my goods to Shalecliff. My brothers and I will be running the mine. My apologies if my meaning was not clear.”
”Cleggor, I am Hoid and pleased to meet you. I cannot provide further introduction because I have no knowledge of my past. Your proposal seems intriguing. What are your terms and conditions?”
Kragen gestures in a sign of understanding "No apologies needed, good sir. That makes a little more sense for the skill sets we possess." " For me and my compatriots to make a more informed decision, can you provide more details?" "I am not familiar with the town of Shalecliff and its location, can you provide direction and path?" "You seem like you have a hearty group of experienced travelers, why would you need our services?" "Is there heightened risks associated with the direction, Town, cargo?" "What would the pay for services be?" "My other compatriots may have additional questions as well." Kragen leans back in his chair, intent on listening to the details, drawing a long drink from his mug.
Cleggor nods in approval, "Of course, the details. Shalecliff is located on a trade road four days travel east from here. Initially, follow the river Luskar and then after the third day take the road north into the highlands. You will climb to the top of a plateau with a high cliff on the southern side. The road is well marked." He looks over to the table of dwarves, "as for my compatriots and myself, we are miners. Not warriors. The cargo is basically mining equipment. There are ropes, pulleys, hammers, chisels, pickaxes, sacks of dried beans and rice, kegs of ales, a keg of oil of the lamps. Basic mining equipment." He then leans in a bit, "I will offer you 50gp for the safe delivery of the wagon and oxen to Shalecliff. Not bad pay for four days of travel."
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Hoid will take the not so subtle hint and head for the surface and then the Dolphin unless someone in the group speaks up to the contrary.
Following Hoid.
I agree with going back to the Dolphin. If we smell the same as we did after our last trip a direct route is probably best. After we clean we can divide the bounty and plan our next actions.
Before departing, Kragen thanks Dimmick "Thank you sir, for allowing us to serve and deliver Justice to those who prey on good people, Tyr will be pleased! We welcome the opportunity to build a relationship with the Dwarves of Mirabar keep!". "Thank you, good day to you."
You climb out of the sewer and find that the sun is headed for its rest in the western sea. The guard on the surface helps you out with a hand. The Wizard is no where to be seen. The streets are busy with end of the day errands. You see taverns attracting customers looking for a cold pint by a warm fire. Ships can be seen leaving port on the falling tide. It is a typical night in a port town.
Let’s continue to the Dolphin.
You all arrive back to the Dancing Dolphin. Your appearance, and odor, is not nearly what it was last time. Jadeth still gives you a puzzling look as you enter. Taurik comes over to your table as you are sitting, "So, fellows. How are things? No difficulty with the local strong arms I hope."
Hoid
”No sir, we merely went to confirm our prior work dealing with an infestation in the nether regions of the city was complete. We apologize for our malodorous condition. We will return to our rooms with all due haste so that we are in an appropriate condition to enjoy a pint in the common room.”
Hoid will take a Marine shower and return to the common room for an adult libation.
After cleaning up a bit and heading back down to the common room you find yourselves a table and some beverages. Several plates of roasted chickens, potatoes/carrots and coarse bread with a delicious gravy show up following the drinks. The room is full that night as word got out that the bard had returned to perform again. You see people you recognize as having been here before. There are new faces as well. Mostly humans are the clientele, but there is a table of dwarves across the room.
The evening passes on with several rounds of drink. Each of you start to notice glances your way from the other patrons. Nothing overt or hostile. You just seem to have gathered attention somehow. One of the serving girls shows up with two fists full of flagons. "Six Dwarven Stouts for you," she nods to the table of dwarves. "Sent by your new friends."
After she leaves, one of the dwarves at the table stands and walks over to you. "Well met, good sirs! I am Cleggor Stonejaw (unknown to all of you). You are the gentlemen who recovered all of the lost wares from that den of thieves in the sewers?" He sets his flagon down and joins you at the table. "Of course you are!," he says with a smile. "Look at ye. A fearsome lot you certainly are. My brethren are quite happy with what you have done. You can expect to hear from them tomorrow I am guessing." He looks back over to the table and then leans in a bit and proceed with a softer voice, "I mean strike up some business with you if you are interested. I have need for a reliable band to do some work for me."
Addressing Cleggor, "Well met, Cleggor Stonejaw." (In Dwarvish) "My name is Kragen Gravelbeard, of Clan Delhalls in the Galena Mountain Range in Vaasa" (return to common)"Thank you for the round of hearty stout (raising his mug toward Cleggor), my compatriots and I have had the opportunity to serve Tyr's justice to those who have nefarious intentions and fostered ill acts in the city." "If you would be so kind... who are you, your brethren and whom do you serve?" "We would prefer a better understanding of your aspirations prior to entertaining any future partnership."
Chadwick
At some point in the evening Chadwick takes a flask over to the bard when he is taking a break and requests a song tipping twice whatever the normal rate it. He requests a well known ballad of heroes overcoming evil, but not without loss. When the bard gets around to the song (assuming he does) Chadwick sings along in a surprisingly sweet and tender voice for someone who is typically so boisterous. At the end there is a bit of mist in his eyes.
I used to sing in the choir back home (he says somewhat embarrassed) was a nice break from the fields. I like the song because it reminds me that I took up the shield and axe to protect those who need protecting, not glory. Besides, it's always good to become chummy with the bards. They have the best tales, and hear a lot more than most people think.
The next time Taurik comes around Chadwick asks if there are any orphanages in town. I like to be able to help them out when I can.
Chadwick goes over to talk with the bard. “Well met, Chadwick! I am Iolo.” He listens as Chadwick describes the song, “Why yes, I do believe I know that one.”
Later that night he catches Chadwick’s eye and begins to sing:
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
He continues on with a tale of great heroes facing dark foes. The heroes are tested and nearly fail. With perseverance and faith they ultimately overcome the evil and drive it from the field of battle.
Iolo is surprised when Chadwick joins in, mostly at his skill. He adopts a harmonizing vocal to highlight Chadwick’s part. The crowd cheers and thumps the tables at their conclusion. Iolo bows and points to Chadwick for more applause.
Chadwick seems a bit embarrassed about the attention, but is clearly enjoying himself.
/The legendary bard Peart, always a good choice
Cleggor raises his tankard to Kragen. He replies in Dwarvish, “I am Cleggor Stonejaw of Clan Deephollow from the Spine of the World mountains. Well met!”
Once again in Common, “My business is in opening a mine with my brothers. The three of us hope to find a rich seam to grow old and fat from.” He looks around the group, “This is something we don’t want to get out, of course. Others would enjoy exploiting our find.”
Erbert has walked around the rest of the day like he has a chip on his shoulder, and very distracted. His mind elsewhere, musing and puzzling, irritable when he almost walks into someone on the street. “Word flip, letter flip… swap the letters….” He’s got a scratch that he simply cannot itch. It vexes him, it tasks him.
He sits at the table, nodding and smiling at all of the correct times, answering when asked, but his mind clearly elsewhere. You can see the cogs turning if you watch him.
He smiles and lifts a mug to the dwarven group, raising it in a toast of thanks. When the music starts, it seems to bring him out of his reverie. He hums and taps his fingers on the table. After the song finishes and a number of minutes pass, his little voice oblivious to the surrounding talk and he sings out to himself, “And the meek will inherit the Toril…..” Then he sits up like a bolt of lightning hit him. He pulls out the parchment and starts moving words around, thinking of any different combinations. He looks around the room quickly for any sign of an elf, or anyone who would know undercommon to help him..
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Acknowledging Cleggors forthright response “Thank you for providing additional context, be assured our conversation stays at this table.” “I am well equipped and proficient with the work you intend to embark upon.” “However my most of my compatriots are not well suited to that line of work.” “Why would this diverse group be attractive for that endeavor?”
Cleggor smiles to Kragen, “I am only looking for someone to get my goods to Shalecliff. My brothers and I will be running the mine. My apologies if my meaning was not clear.”
Hoid
”Cleggor, I am Hoid and pleased to meet you. I cannot provide further introduction because I have no knowledge of my past. Your proposal seems intriguing. What are your terms and conditions?”
Kragen gestures in a sign of understanding "No apologies needed, good sir. That makes a little more sense for the skill sets we possess." " For me and my compatriots to make a more informed decision, can you provide more details?" "I am not familiar with the town of Shalecliff and its location, can you provide direction and path?" "You seem like you have a hearty group of experienced travelers, why would you need our services?" "Is there heightened risks associated with the direction, Town, cargo?" "What would the pay for services be?" "My other compatriots may have additional questions as well." Kragen leans back in his chair, intent on listening to the details, drawing a long drink from his mug.
Cleggor nods in approval, "Of course, the details. Shalecliff is located on a trade road four days travel east from here. Initially, follow the river Luskar and then after the third day take the road north into the highlands. You will climb to the top of a plateau with a high cliff on the southern side. The road is well marked." He looks over to the table of dwarves, "as for my compatriots and myself, we are miners. Not warriors. The cargo is basically mining equipment. There are ropes, pulleys, hammers, chisels, pickaxes, sacks of dried beans and rice, kegs of ales, a keg of oil of the lamps. Basic mining equipment." He then leans in a bit, "I will offer you 50gp for the safe delivery of the wagon and oxen to Shalecliff. Not bad pay for four days of travel."