Waking up bleary eye Bristen takes a look in the mirror. "The show must go on." He mutters to himself as he puts on a winning smile trying to forget the horror of last nights dream.
He heads to the common room to get some breakfast and plan with his new team about the best way to help the good people of this town, though those watching closely will see the facade slip every once in a while as he involuntarily remembers last nights dream and tries to shake it off.
Down below, one of the serving gnomes bustles back and forth, cheerfully retrieving breakfast as requested. Magnus stands by the door, apparently unmoved throughout the long night. Another group of three guards are already having breakfast you enter the common room, different from the group last night. They appear to have been on the night shift, and look ragged and worn. Their armor sports flecks of rust and bear significant dents and scratch marks. They have not yet completely dried off from the rain outdoors, which cleared up (17) only a few minutes ago, mud and dew still lying heavily on the ground.
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Ghengis awakes to find himself buried in his bedsheets, haging fallen off the bed itself sometime in the night. Muttering a string of half-legible sleep-choked dwarven expletives, he extracts himself, dons his leather armor, and kicks the bed in the side for good measure.
Attack: 18 Damage: 1
Feeling a small measure of satisfaction he stomps down the stairs, waking any of the inn's patrons who had not yet risen. Recognizing Marion's prayer setup he instead heads over to Dajur and Bristen. "At least the bloody rain's cleared up. It'll be a long trek through the mud today, mark my words. " The dwarf says cheerfully, ordering a platter of cheese.
As Devon stirred from sleep he did not rise right away but rather lie on his back staring up at the ceiling. To banish the thoughts of the bad dream, the red eyes still felt upon him somehow, he recounted the previous night. He did not like the dwarf calling him a cheater when he did not do such a thing. Not that he hasn't cheated, he often does if he thinks he can get away with it but he doesn't like being called a cheater when he played fair. He never understood sore losers, if you don't want to part with money then don't bet money in a game, why is that hard?
Still, it was nothing unusual. An idiot claiming cheater because they're too stupid to handle losing a trivial game of cards is sad and pathetic but common and nothing worth dwelling over. Perhaps it was what followed that has bewildered him so much. The bartender offering a generous contract regarding that weird machine-creature-thing. Whatever it was it definitely needs the experience - people go to pubs for drinks and the opportunity to talk freely - a little talk of undead scaring patrons? Is it for real? The people can't talk in their homes, not enough people, can't talk on the street, not a good place, the pub is pretty much the only real place people can talk about it - and they have been! People go to pubs to be free, to talk about whatever they want, and the alcohol helps them talk about the things they're afraid to otherwise. Why would anyone be bothered by somebody asking about the goings on? Where else do you get your local info - a pub is the best place in any town to get the local news.
An idiot dwarf and a moronic... Whatever they're called. A fantastic pairing.
And the craziest, stupidest part of all? Somehow Devon is amongst their group. The contract was for a "group" and somehow he ended up part of it with accommodation? For a month?! And there's gold, to boot? And all he has to do is stab a few corpses? Heck yeah! Plus the mystery of the undead and the attacks on the road will finally be resolved - the guards have been freakin' useless. But, who in that group is the leader? The bartender gave the paper to the guy at the bar but it was the feisty woman chatting to the guards that commanded the investigation and seemed to have the 'take charge' attitude. Probably a goody-two-shoes type too, and religious, oh boy almost insufferable. But last month was spent secretly living in somebody's stable and only eating twice a week. If it wasn't for a dumb shopkeep - he didn't even have a safe, just a cupboard with a padlock! Oh well, you've learned the hard way and I got a pocket full of your week's coin, thanks.
Oh enough thinking, Devon, get yer arse out of the bed. You're out to investigate stuff and stab undead and finally get something exciting.
Devon roused himself from the bed and got dressed, checking to ensure his armour is still safe in the backpack, it is, good. He wanted to put it on but no the armour, all black leather with hood and face mask, is a bit noticeable in the bright daytime of a town. Nothing cries out "hey, I'm a thief" like a getup such as this. So, normal clothes for now. Weapons are OK though, so they get equipped. All set, Devon makes his way downstairs and partakes of breakfast. Free breakfast is somehow tastier. He sees Bristen and briefly pauses his very shameless stuffing-of-his-face to approach Bristen.
"Hey,"Devon gives a charming smile, "so it seems you're forming a group to investigate the attacks and scary happenings and the barkeep things I'm part of it already, but, I wanted to check with you: is it OK if I joined your party? I have an interest in resolving the goings on and keeping Dalben a safe place for new visitors."
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"Oh not much we've got a job if you're up for it." He then explains the details before Looking at the rest of the group, "I don't know about the rest of you, but after last night, I'm ready to put some undead to permanent rest and get out of this town."
Devon watches on as the one he is talking to turns instead to somebody else and answers them. Completely snubbed. He resists the urge to stab them with great difficulty.
He taps Bristen on the shoulder, "should I take your lack of response as a yes or a no?" He avoids adding and if you ignore me again I will carve a dick into your forehead after taking every coin you have. Instead he gives a very forced smile.
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Finishing her morning rituals Marion puts out the candles and waits for the incense to finish burning away while she eats a bite of her breakfast. Once it’s ready to be packed away she gathers up her things and moves to join the others, looking to the gambler from the previous night with interest as he appears to have gathered with the others. “Morning friends” She greets them before turning to the newcomer and adding with a gentle bow “Marion Sithiche, Knight of the Order of Mystra. Pleased to meet you.” Looking at Dajur to include him as well as she continues: “Has Bristen talked to you of our venture? Will you be joining us in aiding these people?”
Bristen turns to Devon and looks at him for a minute. "Sorry friend, I'm not quite myself this morning, You mistake me, I'm not the leader of this little band. Though we'd be fools not to take all the help against this foul creature we can, so I'll just say, welcome aboard."
As the group seems confirmed Marion lets a broad smile cross her face. "I'm glad both of you are joining us." She says to Dajur and the newcomer. "Friends we will do noble deeds together, now let us not waste time. We need to learn where we can find this threat that looms over Dalben." She turns to glance over towards the guards before she continues "I believe I might find out more from the guards." She then looks to the newcomer and asks "Friend, do you know much of this place? Is there anywhere else we might find out more?"
Bristen
Waking up bleary eye Bristen takes a look in the mirror. "The show must go on." He mutters to himself as he puts on a winning smile trying to forget the horror of last nights dream.
He heads to the common room to get some breakfast and plan with his new team about the best way to help the good people of this town, though those watching closely will see the facade slip every once in a while as he involuntarily remembers last nights dream and tries to shake it off.
Down below, one of the serving gnomes bustles back and forth, cheerfully retrieving breakfast as requested. Magnus stands by the door, apparently unmoved throughout the long night. Another group of three guards are already having breakfast you enter the common room, different from the group last night. They appear to have been on the night shift, and look ragged and worn. Their armor sports flecks of rust and bear significant dents and scratch marks. They have not yet completely dried off from the rain outdoors, which cleared up (17) only a few minutes ago, mud and dew still lying heavily on the ground.
Dajur awakes rested and hungry. He heads downstairs to find his roadmates and breakfast.
Ghengis awakes to find himself buried in his bedsheets, haging fallen off the bed itself sometime in the night. Muttering a string of half-legible sleep-choked dwarven expletives, he extracts himself, dons his leather armor, and kicks the bed in the side for good measure.
Attack: 18 Damage: 1
Feeling a small measure of satisfaction he stomps down the stairs, waking any of the inn's patrons who had not yet risen. Recognizing Marion's prayer setup he instead heads over to Dajur and Bristen. "At least the bloody rain's cleared up. It'll be a long trek through the mud today, mark my words. " The dwarf says cheerfully, ordering a platter of cheese.
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Dajur nods in agreement his mouth too full to attempt a reply.
As Devon stirred from sleep he did not rise right away but rather lie on his back staring up at the ceiling. To banish the thoughts of the bad dream, the red eyes still felt upon him somehow, he recounted the previous night. He did not like the dwarf calling him a cheater when he did not do such a thing. Not that he hasn't cheated, he often does if he thinks he can get away with it but he doesn't like being called a cheater when he played fair. He never understood sore losers, if you don't want to part with money then don't bet money in a game, why is that hard?
Still, it was nothing unusual. An idiot claiming cheater because they're too stupid to handle losing a trivial game of cards is sad and pathetic but common and nothing worth dwelling over. Perhaps it was what followed that has bewildered him so much. The bartender offering a generous contract regarding that weird machine-creature-thing. Whatever it was it definitely needs the experience - people go to pubs for drinks and the opportunity to talk freely - a little talk of undead scaring patrons? Is it for real? The people can't talk in their homes, not enough people, can't talk on the street, not a good place, the pub is pretty much the only real place people can talk about it - and they have been! People go to pubs to be free, to talk about whatever they want, and the alcohol helps them talk about the things they're afraid to otherwise. Why would anyone be bothered by somebody asking about the goings on? Where else do you get your local info - a pub is the best place in any town to get the local news.
An idiot dwarf and a moronic... Whatever they're called. A fantastic pairing.
And the craziest, stupidest part of all? Somehow Devon is amongst their group. The contract was for a "group" and somehow he ended up part of it with accommodation? For a month?! And there's gold, to boot? And all he has to do is stab a few corpses? Heck yeah! Plus the mystery of the undead and the attacks on the road will finally be resolved - the guards have been freakin' useless. But, who in that group is the leader? The bartender gave the paper to the guy at the bar but it was the feisty woman chatting to the guards that commanded the investigation and seemed to have the 'take charge' attitude. Probably a goody-two-shoes type too, and religious, oh boy almost insufferable. But last month was spent secretly living in somebody's stable and only eating twice a week. If it wasn't for a dumb shopkeep - he didn't even have a safe, just a cupboard with a padlock! Oh well, you've learned the hard way and I got a pocket full of your week's coin, thanks.
Oh enough thinking, Devon, get yer arse out of the bed. You're out to investigate stuff and stab undead and finally get something exciting.
Devon roused himself from the bed and got dressed, checking to ensure his armour is still safe in the backpack, it is, good. He wanted to put it on but no the armour, all black leather with hood and face mask, is a bit noticeable in the bright daytime of a town. Nothing cries out "hey, I'm a thief" like a getup such as this. So, normal clothes for now. Weapons are OK though, so they get equipped. All set, Devon makes his way downstairs and partakes of breakfast. Free breakfast is somehow tastier. He sees Bristen and briefly pauses his very shameless stuffing-of-his-face to approach Bristen.
"Hey," Devon gives a charming smile, "so it seems you're forming a group to investigate the attacks and scary happenings and the barkeep things I'm part of it already, but, I wanted to check with you: is it OK if I joined your party? I have an interest in resolving the goings on and keeping Dalben a safe place for new visitors."
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Dajur finishes his bite and looks up, I know I turned in early last night. What did I miss? and he resumes his breakfast as he waits for an answer.
"Where you here when Marion looked like she was going to divine smite that guard into the afterlife? " Ghengis chuckles.
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She gets like that, beliefs and compassion are funny that way.
Ghengis shakes his head and crams a hunk of cheese into his mouth.
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Bristen
"Oh not much we've got a job if you're up for it." He then explains the details before Looking at the rest of the group, "I don't know about the rest of you, but after last night, I'm ready to put some undead to permanent rest and get out of this town."
Steady work, room and board? Oh, I'm interested.
"I'm for it." Ghengis concurs, running a finger down his axe blade. "Me fingers are itching for battle."
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Devon watches on as the one he is talking to turns instead to somebody else and answers them. Completely snubbed. He resists the urge to stab them with great difficulty.
He taps Bristen on the shoulder, "should I take your lack of response as a yes or a no?" He avoids adding and if you ignore me again I will carve a dick into your forehead after taking every coin you have. Instead he gives a very forced smile.
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Marion
Finishing her morning rituals Marion puts out the candles and waits for the incense to finish burning away while she eats a bite of her breakfast. Once it’s ready to be packed away she gathers up her things and moves to join the others, looking to the gambler from the previous night with interest as he appears to have gathered with the others. “Morning friends” She greets them before turning to the newcomer and adding with a gentle bow “Marion Sithiche, Knight of the Order of Mystra. Pleased to meet you.” Looking at Dajur to include him as well as she continues: “Has Bristen talked to you of our venture? Will you be joining us in aiding these people?”
Bristen
Bristen turns to Devon and looks at him for a minute. "Sorry friend, I'm not quite myself this morning, You mistake me, I'm not the leader of this little band. Though we'd be fools not to take all the help against this foul creature we can, so I'll just say, welcome aboard."
Yes and yes, I'm low on opportunities lately and can't pass this up.
"Aye, six's better'n five. " Ghengis says grudgingly.
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Marion
As the group seems confirmed Marion lets a broad smile cross her face. "I'm glad both of you are joining us." She says to Dajur and the newcomer. "Friends we will do noble deeds together, now let us not waste time. We need to learn where we can find this threat that looms over Dalben." She turns to glance over towards the guards before she continues "I believe I might find out more from the guards." She then looks to the newcomer and asks "Friend, do you know much of this place? Is there anywhere else we might find out more?"
If these guards don't know anything they might at least know who does.