Lost Mines, Lost Labs, and Lost Hope (RobJFalcon's Campaign)

(it's fjolnir's beer, so I'll follow his lead)

Fjolnir frowns, dumps the remainder of the beer into his gullet and walks past the arguing pair, casually nudging the stumbling one toward the other hoping that maybe they'd swing at each other. He huffs and grunts up onto a stool and hails the tender; "Oi, three things; One, i'd love another mug of the blackest bitterest brew ya have tapped. Two, can ye tell me where yer stables or packing district is, so's I can ask about caravan guard work- need to get up the Triboar..." he plops the mug down on the bar for its refill "...an three... do ya know anything about mages with starry cloaks?" 

"Well I have come to me to respect this party as if it t were my own family. Since mine was taken from me at a young age. I like to live a simple life and fight for what I believe is just. That being said Venomfangs ******* head belongs to us and anyone who thinks otherwise can join  his fate. 

"Oof! Weak ass chairs." As I stand up and tower over everyone else in the bar. "Listen you little shrimp of men, I have had rougher day than you could possibly imagine... The way I see it you have two options, I will buy your table another round, or my friend here and I will happily kill you all. You have 10 seconds to decide or I will choose for you."

26 begin performing a song with my lute, in order to calm the room.... Solicit some cash and puntang.

Hymir and Absinthe:

There is a pause while one of the orcs looks confused by your aggressive kindness. "Another... Another round? Uh, yeah, thanks?"

Az Emberi:

The guy gets up and stands on the other side of the tavern and avoids eye contact.

Fjolnir, Dustfinger and Dirk:

The bartender yells at the two men to stop fighting as Fjolnir pushes past them to ask his questions. He gives directions to the stables while filling his mug, but doesn't know anything about a star-clad wizard.

Dirk cuts loose and the whole place gets to clapping along with his tune. While the poon doesn't just fly around, the bartender looks pleased that the place went from a potential bar-fight to an uproar of fun and revelry. He calls Dirk over to the bar and tells him that his drinks and room are free tonight for the performance.

Everyone except Dirk: Room, food and drinks for the night cost you 1GP each, please reflect this vast expense on your sheets.

You all eventually find your way to slumber.

(If anyone else wants to do something in the morning, now is the time to post it. I'll be posting for that soon, and if you don't write anything I'll assume you are simply waiting for the party at the aforementioned meeting place.)

Fjolnir readies and pays his bill, passing a second Gold Piece on the bar he says, "Na need to break it down, just a thanks for your work, and maybe a solid cut of cured sausage from the pantry for me to eat on the run?"

He hurries to the stables to get prices on carts, beasts of burden, and bridles or yokes- before leaving he asks the stablemaster, "Do you know of any outfits in yer packinghouses that are shipping up the Triboar? I'm headed that way and wanted to know if you'd heard of any work shipping, or any goods that need guarding?" as soon as he asks, waiting for a response, he decides he'll take the information and his leave politely, then head over to the meet to share with the party to plan their trip.

You each receive 100 XP for avoiding individual barroom blitzes. That puts your XP totals at 4238.

Individual shopping trips!

Absinthe:

Az EMberi:

Dustfinger:

Fjolnir:

Dirk and Hymir, What are you doing?

 When everyone is finally together again, Dusty informs Dirk that he has a gift for him, and then gives it to him real hard.

After purchasing a Warhorse I attach the cart to its harness and sell all the party loot to be divided once we all meet again. Then I head off to the tavern. 

I guess I'm just looking around, talking to random people about the goings on.  Nothing in particular, telling jokes, singing a tune here and there.   Perception 5

Eventually, everyone is back at the meeting spot by about midday, except Az Emberi. Dustfinger gifts Dirk a magical gem.

Dirk roll perception since you're looking around.

Everyone except Az Emberi, what are you doing?

Fjolnir walks the long way back to the meeting and listens for any talk about wizards or magic at all,  gleaning for information on... well really where to start asking about this wizard.  He wanders up to the group, and conveys his morning. "Good thinkin there big fella, I stopped by the stables earlier to price something to haul the cart and give us a little more speed, probably just missed you." He finishes chewing back his cured to-go breakfast, and asks, " So... are we getting back to the unfinished business on the triboar? ...and then returning to look into the mine and the missing Rockseeker brothers?"

If possible I would like to shop for scrolls or maybe just something interesting like a shield guardian companion or just something really cool

"Alright, team. So are we gonna go see about this banshee? I hope she's hot."

Dibs.

Az Emberi is now sudenly next to the cart. We should get back to Phandolin. We've delayed helping Gundren long enough. We'll tackle the banshee later if thete's time. But its low on my priority list right now. Low reward low importance." 

Hymir: