Rob, his gear packed, and outfitted for adventure, will stop by Wiley's tavern on his way out of town for one last pint and to say his goodbyes to Helen. Then he'll set out for town to check in with the local lord and get his marching orders. ((OOC not really sure if we're meeting in a specific town or not))
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Jenson will go to the local inn, and just try to get a little more information as to where these creatures can be found.
Jenson will find a snake-lady with her hood up sitting at the bar. She is not drinking anything but she is trying to get more information on the smaller Gnoll hoards that the party is meant to be clearing.
“Yes. Torn to pieces. We had terrible time find them so we could give proper burial. “
“I’m sorry for your losses, I too have lost some friends, and will not rest till these devil worshipping scum pass through the grave. Forgive me if you feel differently, but I cannot sit by as they riot and slay through every town and farmstead.” Saradie gets a wine if there is any she doles out a silver takes a sip and recovers her composure a bit.
Jenson will approach the stranger at the bar, wondering as he walks up why he has never seen them around. He will take a stool next to her, giving a little nod and order a small beer. "Sorry (INSERT BARKEEPERS NAME HERE), no meat today. I've been trying to look for clues as to where to find these creatures, but they cover their tracks well. I have noticed some strangers snooping around for one reason or another. Wonder if any of them no anything."
(OOC assuming this is the tavern we'll be meeting in?))
The tavern door opens and in walks an older looking man, white buzzed cut balding hair and beard, large scar running along his face into the beard. Dressed in blackened chain mail, it looks to be a little tight fitting but not too uncomfortable by his movement. A sword at his hip and another on his back. A few paces inside the he stops, sets his pack down and surveys the room, noting the handful of armed adventurer types. I am called Roblerston Hawkins, member of the adventures group the Bakers Half-dozen and I'm answering the call sent forth from king Cleddyf via his vassal count Morgan O'Graig. Who do I need to see about gnoll hunting?
Jasmine's rattlesnake tail moves, creating a snake's rattling sound. "Yes..." She says, "I'd also like to know more about these Gnoll groups we are meant to purge. I wish to learn more about them if they have any connections to the other Gnoll groups that plague the kingdom."
Jenson turns to faces the newcomer. "I am Jenson. You are not the only one in the area looking for this band of gnolls. I have been asked by several individuals to seek them out, but I do not know where they can be found. Perhaps it is meant that we all meet up and hunt the down together. Is it not odd that several of us here have the same mission?"
Rob again looks about the room gauging the reaction from the others, insight roll 17
then he shoulders his pack, makes his way to the two that spoke up. Looking at the snake lady, not sure exactly the proper form of greeting for her people, he simply knods and says ma'am. He then looks Jenson up and down, you wouldn't happen to be the same Jenson that hunted that rapid bear two seasons back just north of Wiley's River are you?
"I am. That one was especially tricky indeed. You look familiar; perhaps we've met before? My humble dwelling is just a click outside town to the east. I spend my days hunting and gathering for the locals."
Rob pats Jenson on the shoulder as a big smile comes across his face, I thought that might have been you, and a fine job you did. Now, how about you spend some that reward on a couple mugs of ale for the lady and I as we sort out our rumors and facts concerning this raids?
As Jenson, hopefully, orders us a round of drinks I'll step back out the front door, scanning the street for a child or two, or someone that looks down on his luck. If I spot such, I'll yell for their attention, pitch them a silver pc, do me a favor will ya? Go fetch the local constable or whoever heads up the guards and tell them there's something going on at this tavern and the need to come quick. Thank ya lad. With that he turns and walks back to the bar. The constable should be here shortly, he shots them a grin as he takes a draw from the mug.
Jasmine nods to Rob in response to his initial greeting. Though she doesn't say much else until the talk of buying drinks comes up. She simply says politely, "No thank you... I don't drink alcohol. Just water for me."
Jenson is running a little low on cash, but he doesn't show it as he grabs Rob a mug. "So, what exactly caused these gnoll fellers to catch your attention?"
Rob raises his mug to his new found friends and takes a big gulp. We've heard the rumors of the raids, the last being within a day or so march of our little hommlett, then word reached us that the king was looking for volunteers to put them down. Our elders called a meeting and urged us all to stay alert, some of my mates hounded me to sign up and take the fight to them. The thing that bothers me is that all I've heard so far, are rumors of gnolls, no eye witness accounts of anything. So it could be nothing more than another rapid animal or something way worse than a gnoll raiding party. He takes another draw from his mug, waves to the barkeep for two more, looks at the lady snake, are you sure you wouldn't like something other than water?
Jasmine drinks the water in the way a snake would, lightly dipping the tip of her snout in it and the water seems to go down. She pauses and responds, "I am okay with just water. I am immune to the effects of alcohol so most drinks simply taste like rotted juice to me."
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Mishka lived nearby on a farm
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Rob, his gear packed, and outfitted for adventure, will stop by Wiley's tavern on his way out of town for one last pint and to say his goodbyes to Helen. Then he'll set out for town to check in with the local lord and get his marching orders. ((OOC not really sure if we're meeting in a specific town or not))
Jenson will go to the local inn, and just try to get a little more information as to where these creatures can be found.
Saradie will meet Jared at the Inn anxious to learn also. Mishka did any your farmhands neighbors or kin fall to these beasts?
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I am part of the cult of Jerry, fear Jerry, love Jerry, be Jerry, we are Jerry. I'm really sorry that I haven't been able to Dm recently. I owe everyone a lot of apologies . I'm really sorry. I would like to start a new campaign. Message me for questions.
“Yes. Torn to pieces. We had terrible time find them so we could give proper burial. “
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Jenson will find a snake-lady with her hood up sitting at the bar. She is not drinking anything but she is trying to get more information on the smaller Gnoll hoards that the party is meant to be clearing.
(What Jasmine looks like:)
“I’m sorry for your losses, I too have lost some friends, and will not rest till these devil worshipping scum pass through the grave. Forgive me if you feel differently, but I cannot sit by as they riot and slay through every town and farmstead.” Saradie gets a wine if there is any she doles out a silver takes a sip and recovers her composure a bit.
Jenson will approach the stranger at the bar, wondering as he walks up why he has never seen them around.
He will take a stool next to her, giving a little nod and order a small beer. "Sorry (INSERT BARKEEPERS NAME HERE), no meat today. I've been trying to look for clues as to where to find these creatures, but they cover their tracks well. I have noticed some strangers snooping around for one reason or another. Wonder if any of them no anything."
(OOC assuming this is the tavern we'll be meeting in?))
The tavern door opens and in walks an older looking man, white buzzed cut balding hair and beard, large scar running along his face into the beard. Dressed in blackened chain mail, it looks to be a little tight fitting but not too uncomfortable by his movement. A sword at his hip and another on his back. A few paces inside the he stops, sets his pack down and surveys the room, noting the handful of armed adventurer types. I am called Roblerston Hawkins, member of the adventures group the Bakers Half-dozen and I'm answering the call sent forth from king Cleddyf via his vassal count Morgan O'Graig. Who do I need to see about gnoll hunting?
Jasmine's rattlesnake tail moves, creating a snake's rattling sound. "Yes..." She says, "I'd also like to know more about these Gnoll groups we are meant to purge. I wish to learn more about them if they have any connections to the other Gnoll groups that plague the kingdom."
Jenson turns to faces the newcomer. "I am Jenson. You are not the only one in the area looking for this band of gnolls. I have been asked by several individuals to seek them out, but I do not know where they can be found. Perhaps it is meant that we all meet up and hunt the down together. Is it not odd that several of us here have the same mission?"
Rob again looks about the room gauging the reaction from the others, insight roll 17
then he shoulders his pack, makes his way to the two that spoke up. Looking at the snake lady, not sure exactly the proper form of greeting for her people, he simply knods and says ma'am. He then looks Jenson up and down, you wouldn't happen to be the same Jenson that hunted that rapid bear two seasons back just north of Wiley's River are you?
"I am. That one was especially tricky indeed. You look familiar; perhaps we've met before? My humble dwelling is just a click outside town to the east. I spend my days hunting and gathering for the locals."
Rob pats Jenson on the shoulder as a big smile comes across his face, I thought that might have been you, and a fine job you did. Now, how about you spend some that reward on a couple mugs of ale for the lady and I as we sort out our rumors and facts concerning this raids?
As Jenson, hopefully, orders us a round of drinks I'll step back out the front door, scanning the street for a child or two, or someone that looks down on his luck. If I spot such, I'll yell for their attention, pitch them a silver pc, do me a favor will ya? Go fetch the local constable or whoever heads up the guards and tell them there's something going on at this tavern and the need to come quick. Thank ya lad. With that he turns and walks back to the bar. The constable should be here shortly, he shots them a grin as he takes a draw from the mug.
Jasmine nods to Rob in response to his initial greeting. Though she doesn't say much else until the talk of buying drinks comes up. She simply says politely, "No thank you... I don't drink alcohol. Just water for me."
Jenson is running a little low on cash, but he doesn't show it as he grabs Rob a mug. "So, what exactly caused these gnoll fellers to catch your attention?"
Rob raises his mug to his new found friends and takes a big gulp. We've heard the rumors of the raids, the last being within a day or so march of our little hommlett, then word reached us that the king was looking for volunteers to put them down. Our elders called a meeting and urged us all to stay alert, some of my mates hounded me to sign up and take the fight to them. The thing that bothers me is that all I've heard so far, are rumors of gnolls, no eye witness accounts of anything. So it could be nothing more than another rapid animal or something way worse than a gnoll raiding party. He takes another draw from his mug, waves to the barkeep for two more, looks at the lady snake, are you sure you wouldn't like something other than water?
Jasmine drinks the water in the way a snake would, lightly dipping the tip of her snout in it and the water seems to go down. She pauses and responds, "I am okay with just water. I am immune to the effects of alcohol so most drinks simply taste like rotted juice to me."