"G'mornin'. Yeah I make armor sometimes. Takes a while, dependin'. Wood? No I don't do that so much. A bit o' leather, but no wood. Town woodworker got murdered by those Redbrand fellers a couple weeks back. Heard he was trainin' his son as a 'prentice. Maybe you could go talk to Mirna Dendrar about Nars. He's only 13 but someone has to take over the business. Nilsa's a little older, she might'a picked up some too. Between the two of 'em, you might get your wooden armor. Whetever you'd want that for." He finishes the last part under his breath and gets back to setting up for the day.
The barmaid comes out after a while with a heaping plate of fried slabs of bacon and another of cooked eggs. There is a lot. Several pounds of it. "This is going to be expensive... Also, it's probably more than all of you combined would normally eat in a whole day... or two."
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There aren't many finer things in life, than pig and unfertilized fetal chicken mass. I'm happy to pay my fair share, but I hope this is for everyone. To Fjolnir. Guys, how about this Dustfinger? Probably not going to work out, we should cut him loose now. If he's here, I smirk in his direction with blatant sarcasm.
In one hand Fjolnir continues pulling off the tankard of bitter, and the other draws his dagger, and scrapes about 6 eggs onto a tin charger, and about a pound of bacon, and in smooth motion pulls the platter close, sets the tankard aside, and slowly and purposefully delivers the bacon.
"Orcs..." he chews and still stares past the walls of the Inn.."Gundren wants to get after'is brother, but eh.." he shovels more egg into his face. "...wif we dontf deal wif that... *gulp* orc problem, with the vacuum we left in Redbrands, we'll bring ole Gundrens brother back to a town on fire."
Dustfinger appears a bit restless. "Shouldn't we be gathering up the rest of our lot and heading on to some hole in the ground or wall to introduce things to the business end of our blades? Someone mentioned a banshee? That sounds enjoyably horrifying."
While scraping more food onto his platter, "Yep, as soon as everyone is ready, my thoughts are that we hit the Triboar and head East for the Orc there was talk over. While out, it might be convenient to hit up any of the remainder of jobs that are up for doin..."
You get up to leave the inn and the barmaid comes over with a written bill of sales. "That'll be 4 gold total for all the bacon and eggs. No one else gets any eggs today, and we'll have to slaughter another pig to even cut more bacon, but, there you go." There are no leftover eggs, but the bacon is already cooked and can be used as rations. I'm adding 30 pounds of bacon to party loot. This will sustain you for a while, and I will let you know when it's getting close to running out for scavenging purposes. Anyone can remove the 4 gold from their money (but it should be Fjolnir).
You leave and head to the Town Hall, where Az Emberi has been waiting. Sildar, Gundren, and the Townmaster are all there.
(I have more to add but I am busy, I will update soon. In the meantime, you can RP until I get back.)
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Before salting and wrapping up any of the bacon Fjolnir grabs a full hand of it and downs the last of the ale. "Thank you, ma'am. Here's 5 for the bill and the bother." and he continues munching while heading to the Town Hall.
You get some people glaring at you for taking all the bacon and eggs, you hear some mutterings about "adventurers" and "economy" in a not so pleasant tone, but you carry on to the Town Hall.
Sildar smiles as the lot of you enter. "You had a good nights rest I hope? First order of business, I owe you some money for Cragmaw." He plops a sack down on his desk that rattles with the unmistakable sound of coinage. "Four hundred fifty gold coins. I have already taken my share for assisting in slaying the dragon. I worry for the future given that the Cragmaws may rise again even stronger, but a deal is a deal and you did what was asked. Gundren has something for you as well." (I have placed the 450 gp in Party Loot.)
Gundren stands. "Aye, lads. I can't thank ye enough fer savin' me life. I know ye already got paid fer cartin' me goods here, but here's a little extra fer draggin' me arse back ta Phandalin." He hands you 25 gold each. (add this to your own sheets) "It's the least I can do. I've also got more work. A proposition. We still need ta get to Wave Echo Cave and clear it. I think me brothers are already there tryin' ta do so, and I fear for their safety. I hope you'll stop the Black Spider so we can save them, and so we can get the forge up and running. If you'll help stop him, I'm willing to give the lot of you 10 percent share of the mine’s wealth once me operation is up and runnin'. I'd appreciate your assistance since ye proved yerselves so capable."
Harbin the Townmaster squeaks from behind them, "There's also the matter of the orcs-"
"Shaddap! Yer orc problems can wait. You don't employ these adventurers, 'Townmaster'." Gundren makes air quotes and shakes his head.
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"Hmm, let me think about it. No. Ten percent is generous enough fer hired swords that clear it out and then reap the benefits long after their work is done, lad. I'm not negotiatin', that's me offer. Are ye in, or not?"
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Fjolnir, still eating bacon, "I speak only for myself, but it sounds agreeable to me, Gundren- only if we aren't silent investors. 'Cause ah, if you don't think them orc are a problem, our investment is dogshit and aill tell you why; leave them to their devices and there will be no one to cart or process the ore here in town- they'll be orc shite and ash. Not many Redbrands around to hire as guards, either. No you all but have to have us eliminate the threat first, and then the plan is viable."
To the Smithy. "Good morning. Are you the man to see about commissioning some armor?"
If he says yes. I explain that I want spike armor with wood instead of metal.
If he says he doesnt do that because he's a small town smith and works with metal. I ask if he knows who I would talk to to acquire such a thing.
"G'mornin'. Yeah I make armor sometimes. Takes a while, dependin'. Wood? No I don't do that so much. A bit o' leather, but no wood. Town woodworker got murdered by those Redbrand fellers a couple weeks back. Heard he was trainin' his son as a 'prentice. Maybe you could go talk to Mirna Dendrar about Nars. He's only 13 but someone has to take over the business. Nilsa's a little older, she might'a picked up some too. Between the two of 'em, you might get your wooden armor. Whetever you'd want that for." He finishes the last part under his breath and gets back to setting up for the day.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Az Emberi bows his head and chuckles a bit. "Of course he did. Thank you. Have a good day." He realizes the time and makes his way to the town hall.
The barmaid comes out after a while with a heaping plate of fried slabs of bacon and another of cooked eggs. There is a lot. Several pounds of it. "This is going to be expensive... Also, it's probably more than all of you combined would normally eat in a whole day... or two."
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
There aren't many finer things in life, than pig and unfertilized fetal chicken mass. I'm happy to pay my fair share, but I hope this is for everyone. To Fjolnir. Guys, how about this Dustfinger? Probably not going to work out, we should cut him loose now. If he's here, I smirk in his direction with blatant sarcasm.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
He is most definitely there. The only member not there is Az Emberi, who none of you has seen since last night.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
I cannot riddle that, I am utterly confused.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
In one hand Fjolnir continues pulling off the tankard of bitter, and the other draws his dagger, and scrapes about 6 eggs onto a tin charger, and about a pound of bacon, and in smooth motion pulls the platter close, sets the tankard aside, and slowly and purposefully delivers the bacon.
"Orcs..." he chews and still stares past the walls of the Inn.."Gundren wants to get after'is brother, but eh.." he shovels more egg into his face. "...wif we dontf deal wif that... *gulp* orc problem, with the vacuum we left in Redbrands, we'll bring ole Gundrens brother back to a town on fire."
Az Emberi:
You arrive at the Town Hall, Sildar, Gundren and Harbin all greet you, but your fellows are not here yet.
Everyone else:
You are getting fat on bacon and eggs, but there is more. So much more... At first it looked like you could make a dent, but the pile is still huge...
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dustfinger appears a bit restless. "Shouldn't we be gathering up the rest of our lot and heading on to some hole in the ground or wall to introduce things to the business end of our blades? Someone mentioned a banshee? That sounds enjoyably horrifying."
While scraping more food onto his platter, "Yep, as soon as everyone is ready, my thoughts are that we hit the Triboar and head East for the Orc there was talk over. While out, it might be convenient to hit up any of the remainder of jobs that are up for doin..."
I cough up a small dragon bone
oh man that seemed to be stuck in there for like a week anyway this looks delicious
Chronomancy!!!
Alright, I'm done eating. Let's get out of here to the next place we were going.....
Rainbow....... Mooo....
(Oh, very descriptive...)
You get up to leave the inn and the barmaid comes over with a written bill of sales. "That'll be 4 gold total for all the bacon and eggs. No one else gets any eggs today, and we'll have to slaughter another pig to even cut more bacon, but, there you go." There are no leftover eggs, but the bacon is already cooked and can be used as rations. I'm adding 30 pounds of bacon to party loot. This will sustain you for a while, and I will let you know when it's getting close to running out for scavenging purposes. Anyone can remove the 4 gold from their money (but it should be Fjolnir).
You leave and head to the Town Hall, where Az Emberi has been waiting. Sildar, Gundren, and the Townmaster are all there.
(I have more to add but I am busy, I will update soon. In the meantime, you can RP until I get back.)
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Before salting and wrapping up any of the bacon Fjolnir grabs a full hand of it and downs the last of the ale. "Thank you, ma'am. Here's 5 for the bill and the bother." and he continues munching while heading to the Town Hall.
You get some people glaring at you for taking all the bacon and eggs, you hear some mutterings about "adventurers" and "economy" in a not so pleasant tone, but you carry on to the Town Hall.
Sildar smiles as the lot of you enter. "You had a good nights rest I hope? First order of business, I owe you some money for Cragmaw." He plops a sack down on his desk that rattles with the unmistakable sound of coinage. "Four hundred fifty gold coins. I have already taken my share for assisting in slaying the dragon. I worry for the future given that the Cragmaws may rise again even stronger, but a deal is a deal and you did what was asked. Gundren has something for you as well." (I have placed the 450 gp in Party Loot.)
Gundren stands. "Aye, lads. I can't thank ye enough fer savin' me life. I know ye already got paid fer cartin' me goods here, but here's a little extra fer draggin' me arse back ta Phandalin." He hands you 25 gold each. (add this to your own sheets) "It's the least I can do. I've also got more work. A proposition. We still need ta get to Wave Echo Cave and clear it. I think me brothers are already there tryin' ta do so, and I fear for their safety. I hope you'll stop the Black Spider so we can save them, and so we can get the forge up and running. If you'll help stop him, I'm willing to give the lot of you 10 percent share of the mine’s wealth once me operation is up and runnin'. I'd appreciate your assistance since ye proved yerselves so capable."
Harbin the Townmaster squeaks from behind them, "There's also the matter of the orcs-"
"Shaddap! Yer orc problems can wait. You don't employ these adventurers, 'Townmaster'." Gundren makes air quotes and shakes his head.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dustfinger muses over Gundren's offer. "How about 12%? Six individual deals at 2%."
Persuasion 6
"Hmm, let me think about it. No. Ten percent is generous enough fer hired swords that clear it out and then reap the benefits long after their work is done, lad. I'm not negotiatin', that's me offer. Are ye in, or not?"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Fjolnir, still eating bacon, "I speak only for myself, but it sounds agreeable to me, Gundren- only if we aren't silent investors. 'Cause ah, if you don't think them orc are a problem, our investment is dogshit and aill tell you why; leave them to their devices and there will be no one to cart or process the ore here in town- they'll be orc shite and ash. Not many Redbrands around to hire as guards, either. No you all but have to have us eliminate the threat first, and then the plan is viable."
I shake my head slowly.
Rainbow....... Mooo....