"I guess I'm just too lucky today. Do you want to take that job tomorrow? Seems even more dangerous than the previous one. From what I understand we have to clear the whole district.", he sais as he picks up the coin from the table.
(We are gonna move forward so the game does not stall out, but if you two want to continue, which I like for character building, just do a message between the three of us. Add 350 in exp for everyone.)
For the next few days nothing of particular note happens as you recuperate from your wounds and otherwise recover. The newly installed grate has done its job as there have been no other instance of undead rising up from the sewer. After you have all fully recuperated you feel it would be good time to do some exploring of the rest of the city. Going to the south is mostly manufacturing quarter, the most notable land mark a large brewery that once herald some of the finest non-dwarven ales and beer in the region. To the south west quarter is the richest district which was the home of the upper class before the undead attacked, and was the location of several important government buildings and the long abandoned cathedral of the city, but rumors are abound that those who seek to pillage the riches of the rich quarter are never seen nor heard from again. The Western quarter will not take you to the drain exit but could be of use in scavenging as it was the bizzare area of the city, though most of the obvious riches where taken with the owners or taken by earlier thieves long ago.
Over the past few days, Sabrae has been fairly reclusive, listening for rumors and gauging the general populace. Once she is sure that there are no more direct threats or opportunities in her new environment, she moves to start looking for more obscure ways to improve her lot. During her skulking, she has picked up hushed rumors about a rich section of the old city, one where wealth (supposedly) is abundant. None have ever returned, they say. Interest piqued, she seeks out the young local from before, the half elf named Amasu.
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With the pay from the sewer job, Amasu has enjoyed a few solid meals and even rented a bed for one stormy night.
Amasu is not difficult to find, assuming you don't mind the shadier parts of town. There, Sabrae would encounter a slender figure wrapped tightly in a green cloak, loitering beneath a tattered awning, his back leaning against the wall of a building whose owner has not yet come to shoo him away.
(( History check to see what Amasu, as a local, knows about the southwest wealthy district? 17 ))
Sabrae’s cloaked figure approaches the slender half-elf, leaning casually against the wall next to him. “Amasu, (it is Amasu, isn’t it?) you’re a local, correct? Do you happen to know anything about the sections of the old city? I’ve been hearing whispers of abandoned wealth to the southwest, but nothing concrete. Could you tell me anything more solid?”
The owner is no where to be seen. You remeber from your childhood, on of your friend's fathers grew desperate enough to try. He was never seen again. Otherwise you know the common rumors that are shared among the bar patrons.
(Everyone subtract a half gold to a gold for expenses.)
Amasu smirks. "Nice to see you too, Sabrae." He seems pleased to see her again.
His look turns thoughtful at her question. "I... don't really know much. People say there's a lot of old wealth in that district, but no one knows who it was supposed to belong to. People go there sometimes, looking for treasure or desperate for money, but..." Amasu shrugs, looking away. "I know a friend of our da's decided to go when we were young. And... Yeah, I think a couple of our old friends - brothers, I think, older than us anyway - they were plotting to go search there too. But none of them came back. That's what people say - no one ever comes back from there."
Amasu shivers. "It's too dangerous to leave the city," he adds with a tone of regret.
Sabrae nods at this news. “I’d tend to agree. From what I’ve heard, it would be far to risky to go alone. However, we do happen to have a group of... associates. As long as we have no current jobs, I should think that we would want to look in to something like that. If we could manage to dispel that legend, it would do a lot for this place. And... if we find some gold in the process, I wouldn’t complain.” She smiles slightly at that, although the gesture remains hidden by her cowl. “In the meantime, what else is there around this place? I’ve been... poking around, but I haven’t heard much. People here seem to keep to their own.”
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during the days sorvon has enjoyed taking a brake from protecting the town he has also read some books he found he wonders what everyone ells is doing after the fight in the tavern he sleeps in he tries to steal some gold sleight of hand 12 after trying he goes about his days he also tries to find some jobs to do after loosing some gold in the card game
Amasu nods slowly to Sabrae, but he doesn't seem convinced.
"There isn't much here," he says with a shrug. "People don't have a lot, so they're paranoid about losing it."
Amasu peers at Sabrae with consideration, even bending his head down a bit to see more of her face. "You said you were here to save the world, right?" A faint smile flashes across his face. "But if you want to start here, it's not really gold we need. I mean," Amasu ducks his head. "I do... we do, but..." He sighs, frustrated, then starts again.
"The city is... crowded. We lose space to undead every year. But, it's not just living space," Amasu frowns, closing his eyes in recollection. "If you're poor, you go hungry. Because we don't have the space to make food, so we can't afford it. Every year, there's less room, and less food, and more undead." He opens his eyes with half a shrug. "At least, that's what our mother used to say."
"I think, if we have a group, then... we shouldn't look for treasure. We should look for food." Amasu ducks his head again, pulling back beneath the hood of his cloak. "I mean, not that I'd know where to look, but. I guess that's what I'd say, as a... local kid."
(( I assume it's raining, maybe a light drizzle. Not for any particular reason, it just... seems kind of gloomy. ))
(The weather is fairly gloomy most the time. I like the idea of a light drizzle, for the most part you have the clouds all day, making working outside the city only safe from around 10 am to 6 or 8 depending on the time of year. Food the city is supported by is mostly grown just outside the walls, under protection of guards, though at time the undead become too abundant and the peasants are forced to retreat inside.)
Savron you have a good haul making back a total of 2 gold in various small coins as well as the few you find on the ground as you walk. You are correct outside of trades in the market center or talking at the Grassy Knoll most will keep to themselves.
After the event of successful and profitable card game, Yelfrig rests at the Grassy Knoll and thinks to himself that it sounds like 'Grassy Gnoll". He sometimes sleeps on the roof of the tavern just to enjoy the view of the night sky and stars. He also practices his shooting, not too much though. On one of the next days he walks up to innkeeper. "Hello friend, it's been and probably going to be bunch of busy days and I don't happen to find anything to do except for killing undead. Just wanted to ask if you have any books I could borrow or perhaps purchase to read."
Sabrae nods slowly, thinking about this. “I suppose that makes sense. Would we have to go outside the walls to do such a thing, or could we find the space somewhere in the abandoned city?”
Amasu bites his lip, looking a little over his head. "Um, well... The farmers work outside the walls - there are fields there. They have guards, but I think sometimes things get like, trampled or withered when the undead overwhelm them." Amasu rolls his eyes. "I applied to be a guard once, but they said I was too young. They're just afraid I'm going to steal food or something..."
He shakes off the sulking after a moment and continues. "Inside the walls... Well, there's the rich folk district, of course. One, I think, it was for crafters. Like, making things? I know there was this cool brewery there." Amasu grins. "Some better booze might cheer people up?" He shrugs.
"The last quarter was for trade. Like a bazaar? Mother said there were like, bright colors and pennants and flags, and they'd hold these big celebrations there." Amasu slumps back against the wall, looking around at their dreary surroundings. "That was a long time ago, though."
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"Let's start with one gold", and Yelfrig puts a gold piece on the table
(I guess we just roll d20)
11
(ok but how much?)
8
Yelfrig drinks some ale a shot as he victouriusly puts the cards down the table. "Do you want to play again?"
sorvon drinks some too "sure ill play"
Yelfrig puts two gold on the table. "What do you say 2 gold now?"
8
sorvon also puts 2 gold "ill make that bet"
6
"I guess I'm just too lucky today. Do you want to take that job tomorrow? Seems even more dangerous than the previous one. From what I understand we have to clear the whole district.", he sais as he picks up the coin from the table.
(We are gonna move forward so the game does not stall out, but if you two want to continue, which I like for character building, just do a message between the three of us. Add 350 in exp for everyone.)
For the next few days nothing of particular note happens as you recuperate from your wounds and otherwise recover. The newly installed grate has done its job as there have been no other instance of undead rising up from the sewer. After you have all fully recuperated you feel it would be good time to do some exploring of the rest of the city. Going to the south is mostly manufacturing quarter, the most notable land mark a large brewery that once herald some of the finest non-dwarven ales and beer in the region. To the south west quarter is the richest district which was the home of the upper class before the undead attacked, and was the location of several important government buildings and the long abandoned cathedral of the city, but rumors are abound that those who seek to pillage the riches of the rich quarter are never seen nor heard from again. The Western quarter will not take you to the drain exit but could be of use in scavenging as it was the bizzare area of the city, though most of the obvious riches where taken with the owners or taken by earlier thieves long ago.
Over the past few days, Sabrae has been fairly reclusive, listening for rumors and gauging the general populace. Once she is sure that there are no more direct threats or opportunities in her new environment, she moves to start looking for more obscure ways to improve her lot. During her skulking, she has picked up hushed rumors about a rich section of the old city, one where wealth (supposedly) is abundant. None have ever returned, they say. Interest piqued, she seeks out the young local from before, the half elf named Amasu.
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With the pay from the sewer job, Amasu has enjoyed a few solid meals and even rented a bed for one stormy night.
Amasu is not difficult to find, assuming you don't mind the shadier parts of town. There, Sabrae would encounter a slender figure wrapped tightly in a green cloak, loitering beneath a tattered awning, his back leaning against the wall of a building whose owner has not yet come to shoo him away.
(( History check to see what Amasu, as a local, knows about the southwest wealthy district? 17 ))
Sabrae’s cloaked figure approaches the slender half-elf, leaning casually against the wall next to him. “Amasu, (it is Amasu, isn’t it?) you’re a local, correct? Do you happen to know anything about the sections of the old city? I’ve been hearing whispers of abandoned wealth to the southwest, but nothing concrete. Could you tell me anything more solid?”
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The owner is no where to be seen. You remeber from your childhood, on of your friend's fathers grew desperate enough to try. He was never seen again. Otherwise you know the common rumors that are shared among the bar patrons.
(Everyone subtract a half gold to a gold for expenses.)
Amasu smirks. "Nice to see you too, Sabrae." He seems pleased to see her again.
His look turns thoughtful at her question. "I... don't really know much. People say there's a lot of old wealth in that district, but no one knows who it was supposed to belong to. People go there sometimes, looking for treasure or desperate for money, but..." Amasu shrugs, looking away. "I know a friend of our da's decided to go when we were young. And... Yeah, I think a couple of our old friends - brothers, I think, older than us anyway - they were plotting to go search there too. But none of them came back. That's what people say - no one ever comes back from there."
Amasu shivers. "It's too dangerous to leave the city," he adds with a tone of regret.
Sabrae nods at this news. “I’d tend to agree. From what I’ve heard, it would be far to risky to go alone. However, we do happen to have a group of... associates. As long as we have no current jobs, I should think that we would want to look in to something like that. If we could manage to dispel that legend, it would do a lot for this place. And... if we find some gold in the process, I wouldn’t complain.” She smiles slightly at that, although the gesture remains hidden by her cowl. “In the meantime, what else is there around this place? I’ve been... poking around, but I haven’t heard much. People here seem to keep to their own.”
**What is the weather like, out of question?**
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during the days sorvon has enjoyed taking a brake from protecting the town he has also read some books he found he wonders what everyone ells is doing after the fight in the tavern he sleeps in he tries to steal some gold sleight of hand 12 after trying he goes about his days he also tries to find some jobs to do after loosing some gold in the card game
Amasu nods slowly to Sabrae, but he doesn't seem convinced.
"There isn't much here," he says with a shrug. "People don't have a lot, so they're paranoid about losing it."
Amasu peers at Sabrae with consideration, even bending his head down a bit to see more of her face. "You said you were here to save the world, right?" A faint smile flashes across his face. "But if you want to start here, it's not really gold we need. I mean," Amasu ducks his head. "I do... we do, but..." He sighs, frustrated, then starts again.
"The city is... crowded. We lose space to undead every year. But, it's not just living space," Amasu frowns, closing his eyes in recollection. "If you're poor, you go hungry. Because we don't have the space to make food, so we can't afford it. Every year, there's less room, and less food, and more undead." He opens his eyes with half a shrug. "At least, that's what our mother used to say."
"I think, if we have a group, then... we shouldn't look for treasure. We should look for food." Amasu ducks his head again, pulling back beneath the hood of his cloak. "I mean, not that I'd know where to look, but. I guess that's what I'd say, as a... local kid."
(( I assume it's raining, maybe a light drizzle. Not for any particular reason, it just... seems kind of gloomy. ))
(The weather is fairly gloomy most the time. I like the idea of a light drizzle, for the most part you have the clouds all day, making working outside the city only safe from around 10 am to 6 or 8 depending on the time of year. Food the city is supported by is mostly grown just outside the walls, under protection of guards, though at time the undead become too abundant and the peasants are forced to retreat inside.)
Savron you have a good haul making back a total of 2 gold in various small coins as well as the few you find on the ground as you walk. You are correct outside of trades in the market center or talking at the Grassy Knoll most will keep to themselves.
After the event of successful and profitable card game, Yelfrig rests at the Grassy Knoll and thinks to himself that it sounds like 'Grassy Gnoll". He sometimes sleeps on the roof of the tavern just to enjoy the view of the night sky and stars. He also practices his shooting, not too much though. On one of the next days he walks up to innkeeper. "Hello friend, it's been and probably going to be bunch of busy days and I don't happen to find anything to do except for killing undead. Just wanted to ask if you have any books I could borrow or perhaps purchase to read."
Sabrae nods slowly, thinking about this. “I suppose that makes sense. Would we have to go outside the walls to do such a thing, or could we find the space somewhere in the abandoned city?”
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Amasu bites his lip, looking a little over his head. "Um, well... The farmers work outside the walls - there are fields there. They have guards, but I think sometimes things get like, trampled or withered when the undead overwhelm them." Amasu rolls his eyes. "I applied to be a guard once, but they said I was too young. They're just afraid I'm going to steal food or something..."
He shakes off the sulking after a moment and continues. "Inside the walls... Well, there's the rich folk district, of course. One, I think, it was for crafters. Like, making things? I know there was this cool brewery there." Amasu grins. "Some better booze might cheer people up?" He shrugs.
"The last quarter was for trade. Like a bazaar? Mother said there were like, bright colors and pennants and flags, and they'd hold these big celebrations there." Amasu slumps back against the wall, looking around at their dreary surroundings. "That was a long time ago, though."