"Hello?"Abigail calls out from the storeroom again, before opening the door and peeking around. Artos and Orryn hide behind the door, keeping out of the barmaiden's line of sight. After a while, she frowns and turns back inside, thinking it was the wind.
The two successfully progress down into the basement and sneak a small peek. They also notice that inside the kitchen, the box hung on the pillar has been opened and empty. Two hooks inside seem to house a small weapon, the size of a dagger. Whatever was there is not at the moment however.
Artos and Orryn: I have PMed you two some information on what you find downstairs. For the sake of avoiding time shenanigans however and to keep the game going, I'd like to ask for you to continue on.
Warren arises without much trouble, his armor having faded over the night, but nothing a good cleaning won't fix. Warren takes a bit of time to clean the armor and reflect on the night before before saying a few prayers to start the day. He feels a bit more invigorated at the end of the extensive morning routine. As he leaves the room, he looks around in the lounge to see who's up and about. He may have a quest of his own to seek, but he knows that to leave the town as such is to count himself as a failure to uphold his order. Having overheard a bit of Orryn's questions, Warren approaches him, standing only 5ft away.
"Hello, sir. Mayhaps I may be of some assistance."
Artos wakes up in the morning after this thrilling evening, surprisingly, he slept quite well perhaps due to the strenuous trip and the never ending night, the wolves and shadow filling his dreams were far ahead of the others.
When Orryn approach, he is chewing some bread with honey and a mug of goat milk for breakfast.
"Hey, good morning my little friend" he start with a smile and listening to the gnome request
"Well...no I am traveling alone, and...yeah....I planned to go to the Fabled Heights" the fire genasi gazes outside, in the milky morning, while a fleeting sense of melancholy blinks in his eyes...he turns back to the waiting gnome
"Sure, why not, is not a terrible idea, whatever you, me, and other's business took us here, It could too foolish to go around alone, specially, if we assume that this evil entity is hunting us"
He turns to the mainroom where the newcomers starts to gather, finishes his breakfast and stands. He saw the paladin.
"I will start from him, don't you? Sure he will not stab you in the back for some jewels"
Artos steps towards the heavy armored man
"Warren, how are you? You sleep well?" he turns to the gnome "Orryn and me are planning to go outside, maybe hunt this evil spirit, would you join us?
Warren crosses his right arm over his chest and bows slightly before replying to Artos.
"I would be more than happy to assist you in your endeavors, so long as my hands are not left idle. As for backstabbing, I would never. My word is all I have, and what good would it be if my deeds lie in treachery?"
His gaze is resolute through his helm, unflinching and calm.
"I know I know Warren, that was a joke indeed, so...we have the sacred sword" he adds tapping on his shoulder "What about the goblin? I really like his beat, but, maybe he is still sleeping?"
"If you like it my dear I can call you like that, it can be a nickname or a willing, its up to you both ways I think isn't it? In any case does some of you see Tamara or Komoi this morning?"
Komoi wakes up sometime in the morning in the center of a nest of bedding. The goblin crawls out of the pile of blankets, pillows and even a few abandoned articles of clothing that he had collected in the center of the inn room bed. He stretches for a long moment before rolling off the bed and bouncing up onto his feet. His bright red dragon costume still encases his tiny body, inexplicably clean of any dirt or grime. The goblin grins and marches over to his pack.
A few moments of rummaging, the goblin produces a rather small coin purse. He takes a seat on the floor and begins counting the coins within very carefully, taking great care to study the material. There are only a handful, but this task takes Komoi the better part of a half hour before replacing the coins in his pouch and collecting his things. He marches out of the room and heads down to the common room.
Upon reaching the common room, Komoi makes his way over to one of the tables. It takes him a bit of effort to clamber up onto the chair, but he manages it nevertheless. He looks around for a moment before taking out his drum and very quietly tapping out a small rhythm. It appears he is attempting to tune the drum. How a drum needs to be tuned is up to a listeners imagination, because it is very apparent the goblin doesn't know.
Sorry about the vanish. Had my first week of school, so I got my schedule filled. Should be good now though.
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Orryn:
Orryn chats with a trio of familiar-looking dwarves from the other night. An audible conversation strikes up, and the halfling does his best to persuade and use his charm to gain this information.
Orryn Nackle makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check! 1d20 + 3 = 18
He and the adventurers hear that the eastern town is built in a quarry that was once home to a mining site. The mining site was the big moneymaker for the town before the adventurers arrived venturing for the Fabled Heights. From his exceptional persuasion, Orryn and the adventurers learn that the quarry leads to a vein of gems that haven't been fully tapped out.
However, the tunnels leading from the quarry are now filled with horrific monsters which eat and rust metal, which is the reason why it was shut down. If they can get past that, however, the gems told to be housed there are downright beautiful. Many people have died trying to reach those gems.
Sadly, they don't have a map, but Orryn does get a fairly accurate description on how to reach the vein.
Word of a Dwarf.Orryn learns how to reach the vein of gems that the dwarves spoke of. He can successfully find the way to the gems by succeeding on a DC 10 Wisdom (Survival) check.
Komoi stops his tuning to look up at the armored man with his bright eyes, staring. The goblin doesn't stop staring for several moments, drawing on to an uncomfortably long amount of time. Finally, the goblin blinks.
"Hi. I am doing the tap-tap." He says as he taps his drum twice.
"Hey, Komoi, uh, you reach us in this milky morning, nice to see you...and to hear your drum" the fire genasi adds with a smile
"We....." starts Artos before noticing Orryn chat with some dwarves "Ok....we..." continues rising his hand towards the paladin "Are planning to find this corrupt spirit and maybe change its ideas on brave adventurers....or.....banish it form this world...I guess....the one which will feat better"
"We need you tuned drum, and all your other abilities my darling, would you come with us?"
The goblin glances down at his drum before looking up and shaking his head quickly. The motion is enough to make the plush dragon head flop side to side as the goblin looks between the two.
"You can't have my drum. It's mine." He replies to Artos with a suspicious expression. His gaze flicks over to Warren however, a spark of curiosity flitting through Komoi's bright eyes.
"How much gold? I like gold. I need gold for my hoard, you see." He nods once more, the plush hood once more engaging in a bobbing dance upon the bulbous head.
"I honestly don't know. It all depends on what happens. Other than that, I promise nothing but our assistance during the journey. And... When he asked for your drum, he was really asking for your help."
Warren explains this to the goblin, lightly scratching his chestpiece absentmindedly as he does so.
"My good Komoi, of course I don't wanna take your drum, its just a saying...well ok, I think its set uh? Three of us, the little man maybe will join us after, I will go and see if the bartender this morning is oh high spirit" He smiles and reaches the bar.
"Beth, good morning, I hope our deeds last night not hurt the place so much, even if, a pair of furniture could be worth for a young life at the end...anyway...the boy runs his mouth yesterday and he told us about the spirit haunting the Fabled Height"
The fire genasi turns to the odd duo of adventurers, and then to again to Beth, lift elbows on the bench leaning towards the woman
"We want to catch this evils creature or spirit or whatever, I know, I think you don't trust people like us, or you will warn us in advance of such a peril but.....you can now perhaps suggest where to find it? or any other helpful information, think positive, if we succeed, you will have much more customers in the day after or...you will have three rooms free for other new clients, not bad uh?" Artos flips a golden piece in his hand, put it on the bench, covers it with his right and pull towards Beth
"Just another issue, I know that a water genasi was here somedays ago, did you hear or know where she went?"
Artos lift the right and leave the golden piece near Beth, hopeful waiting..
Beth's eyes light up at the sight of the gold coin. She picks it up, gives it a firm bite to insure it's authenticity, then slips it into her pouch. "Water gensai, eh?" she asks, a piercing stare in her gaze. "I know her. Spent a couple days here two weeks ago, some more torn up than others. She wanted to reach the Fabled Heights, so I assumed she was just another adventurer trying to walk to her death. She couldn't make it through the fog though, so she kept wandering on back here when it got dark."
"Eventually I stopped seeing her," Beth shrugs. "She's probably dead, poor lass. But she had determination like I haven't seen in a long, long time." She sets down a mug and fills it up before sliding it down to a dwarf.
"I don't know. If anyone's to escape the fog, it's her."
A chilling shiver pass through Artos after hearing dead and his beloved at the same time, it with a trembling voice he continues "And...so she came back here, maybe she could be there in the city somewhere rather then in your tavern?"
"What about the spirit by the way? where that adventurer went to finally set it free, is there a specific place in the Fabled Hights where he go? Do you have or how can we find a map of the area?"
"Artos, slow down. Sure asking multiple questions is fine, but just let them answer one at a time. Either that or don't just string together questions in just a few seconds. It generally jumbles up the person you're talking to."
Warren points out in a rather calm manner, his voice bouncing off rhe helm like he's talking into a metal can. Despite that, his voice is still coherent and confident.
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Artos and Orryn (Last Night):
"Hello?" Abigail calls out from the storeroom again, before opening the door and peeking around. Artos and Orryn hide behind the door, keeping out of the barmaiden's line of sight. After a while, she frowns and turns back inside, thinking it was the wind.
The two successfully progress down into the basement and sneak a small peek. They also notice that inside the kitchen, the box hung on the pillar has been opened and empty. Two hooks inside seem to house a small weapon, the size of a dagger. Whatever was there is not at the moment however.
Warren arises without much trouble, his armor having faded over the night, but nothing a good cleaning won't fix. Warren takes a bit of time to clean the armor and reflect on the night before before saying a few prayers to start the day. He feels a bit more invigorated at the end of the extensive morning routine. As he leaves the room, he looks around in the lounge to see who's up and about. He may have a quest of his own to seek, but he knows that to leave the town as such is to count himself as a failure to uphold his order. Having overheard a bit of Orryn's questions, Warren approaches him, standing only 5ft away.
"Hello, sir. Mayhaps I may be of some assistance."
Artos wakes up in the morning after this thrilling evening, surprisingly, he slept quite well perhaps due to the strenuous trip and the never ending night, the wolves and shadow filling his dreams were far ahead of the others.
When Orryn approach, he is chewing some bread with honey and a mug of goat milk for breakfast.
"Hey, good morning my little friend" he start with a smile and listening to the gnome request
"Well...no I am traveling alone, and...yeah....I planned to go to the Fabled Heights" the fire genasi gazes outside, in the milky morning, while a fleeting sense of melancholy blinks in his eyes...he turns back to the waiting gnome
"Sure, why not, is not a terrible idea, whatever you, me, and other's business took us here, It could too foolish to go around alone, specially, if we assume that this evil entity is hunting us"
He turns to the mainroom where the newcomers starts to gather, finishes his breakfast and stands. He saw the paladin.
"I will start from him, don't you? Sure he will not stab you in the back for some jewels"
Artos steps towards the heavy armored man
"Warren, how are you? You sleep well?" he turns to the gnome "Orryn and me are planning to go outside, maybe hunt this evil spirit, would you join us?
Warren crosses his right arm over his chest and bows slightly before replying to Artos.
"I would be more than happy to assist you in your endeavors, so long as my hands are not left idle. As for backstabbing, I would never. My word is all I have, and what good would it be if my deeds lie in treachery?"
His gaze is resolute through his helm, unflinching and calm.
"I know I know Warren, that was a joke indeed, so...we have the sacred sword" he adds tapping on his shoulder "What about the goblin? I really like his beat, but, maybe he is still sleeping?"
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"While you boys get your things together, I am going to ask around, maybe someone here knows a good place for gem hunting."
Orryn scans the tavern, trying to find someone that looks like they might know their way around the area.
Perception check to find someone who looks like they know the area well.
1d20+2: 4
||PbP: Tarvyn's World... DM||
"Sacred sword? Is that my nickname now? I'm flattered, but I'm far from such a thing right now."
Warren replies, awkwardly scratching the back of his helm with a sheepish smile comcealed under the metal mask.
"If you like it my dear I can call you like that, it can be a nickname or a willing, its up to you both ways I think isn't it? In any case does some of you see Tamara or Komoi this morning?"
Komoi wakes up sometime in the morning in the center of a nest of bedding. The goblin crawls out of the pile of blankets, pillows and even a few abandoned articles of clothing that he had collected in the center of the inn room bed. He stretches for a long moment before rolling off the bed and bouncing up onto his feet. His bright red dragon costume still encases his tiny body, inexplicably clean of any dirt or grime. The goblin grins and marches over to his pack.
A few moments of rummaging, the goblin produces a rather small coin purse. He takes a seat on the floor and begins counting the coins within very carefully, taking great care to study the material. There are only a handful, but this task takes Komoi the better part of a half hour before replacing the coins in his pouch and collecting his things. He marches out of the room and heads down to the common room.
Upon reaching the common room, Komoi makes his way over to one of the tables. It takes him a bit of effort to clamber up onto the chair, but he manages it nevertheless. He looks around for a moment before taking out his drum and very quietly tapping out a small rhythm. It appears he is attempting to tune the drum. How a drum needs to be tuned is up to a listeners imagination, because it is very apparent the goblin doesn't know.
Sorry about the vanish. Had my first week of school, so I got my schedule filled. Should be good now though.
Warren calls out to the little goblin.
"Komoi! Nice to see you. How are you doing this morning?"
He waves a gloved hand, hoping to strike up conversation.
Orryn:
Orryn chats with a trio of familiar-looking dwarves from the other night. An audible conversation strikes up, and the halfling does his best to persuade and use his charm to gain this information.
1d20 + 3 = 18
He and the adventurers hear that the eastern town is built in a quarry that was once home to a mining site. The mining site was the big moneymaker for the town before the adventurers arrived venturing for the Fabled Heights. From his exceptional persuasion, Orryn and the adventurers learn that the quarry leads to a vein of gems that haven't been fully tapped out.
However, the tunnels leading from the quarry are now filled with horrific monsters which eat and rust metal, which is the reason why it was shut down. If they can get past that, however, the gems told to be housed there are downright beautiful. Many people have died trying to reach those gems.
Sadly, they don't have a map, but Orryn does get a fairly accurate description on how to reach the vein.
Komoi stops his tuning to look up at the armored man with his bright eyes, staring. The goblin doesn't stop staring for several moments, drawing on to an uncomfortably long amount of time. Finally, the goblin blinks.
"Hi. I am doing the tap-tap." He says as he taps his drum twice.
"Hey, Komoi, uh, you reach us in this milky morning, nice to see you...and to hear your drum" the fire genasi adds with a smile
"We....." starts Artos before noticing Orryn chat with some dwarves "Ok....we..." continues rising his hand towards the paladin "Are planning to find this corrupt spirit and maybe change its ideas on brave adventurers....or.....banish it form this world...I guess....the one which will feat better"
"We need you tuned drum, and all your other abilities my darling, would you come with us?"
"... Who knows," Warren shrugs sheepishly as he follows up with Artos. "There might be gold and danger about. If you're into that sort of thing."
A poor attempt at persuading the little fellow but, truth be told, they need all the help they can get.
The goblin glances down at his drum before looking up and shaking his head quickly. The motion is enough to make the plush dragon head flop side to side as the goblin looks between the two.
"You can't have my drum. It's mine." He replies to Artos with a suspicious expression. His gaze flicks over to Warren however, a spark of curiosity flitting through Komoi's bright eyes.
"How much gold? I like gold. I need gold for my hoard, you see." He nods once more, the plush hood once more engaging in a bobbing dance upon the bulbous head.
"I honestly don't know. It all depends on what happens. Other than that, I promise nothing but our assistance during the journey. And... When he asked for your drum, he was really asking for your help."
Warren explains this to the goblin, lightly scratching his chestpiece absentmindedly as he does so.
Artos lift eyes listening to the goblin comment
"My good Komoi, of course I don't wanna take your drum, its just a saying...well ok, I think its set uh? Three of us, the little man maybe will join us after, I will go and see if the bartender this morning is oh high spirit" He smiles and reaches the bar.
"Beth, good morning, I hope our deeds last night not hurt the place so much, even if, a pair of furniture could be worth for a young life at the end...anyway...the boy runs his mouth yesterday and he told us about the spirit haunting the Fabled Height"
The fire genasi turns to the odd duo of adventurers, and then to again to Beth, lift elbows on the bench leaning towards the woman
"We want to catch this evils creature or spirit or whatever, I know, I think you don't trust people like us, or you will warn us in advance of such a peril but.....you can now perhaps suggest where to find it? or any other helpful information, think positive, if we succeed, you will have much more customers in the day after or...you will have three rooms free for other new clients, not bad uh?" Artos flips a golden piece in his hand, put it on the bench, covers it with his right and pull towards Beth
"Just another issue, I know that a water genasi was here somedays ago, did you hear or know where she went?"
Artos lift the right and leave the golden piece near Beth, hopeful waiting..
Artos:
Beth's eyes light up at the sight of the gold coin. She picks it up, gives it a firm bite to insure it's authenticity, then slips it into her pouch. "Water gensai, eh?" she asks, a piercing stare in her gaze. "I know her. Spent a couple days here two weeks ago, some more torn up than others. She wanted to reach the Fabled Heights, so I assumed she was just another adventurer trying to walk to her death. She couldn't make it through the fog though, so she kept wandering on back here when it got dark."
"Eventually I stopped seeing her," Beth shrugs. "She's probably dead, poor lass. But she had determination like I haven't seen in a long, long time." She sets down a mug and fills it up before sliding it down to a dwarf.
"I don't know. If anyone's to escape the fog, it's her."
A chilling shiver pass through Artos after hearing dead and his beloved at the same time, it with a trembling voice he continues "And...so she came back here, maybe she could be there in the city somewhere rather then in your tavern?"
"What about the spirit by the way? where that adventurer went to finally set it free, is there a specific place in the Fabled Hights where he go? Do you have or how can we find a map of the area?"
"Artos, slow down. Sure asking multiple questions is fine, but just let them answer one at a time. Either that or don't just string together questions in just a few seconds. It generally jumbles up the person you're talking to."
Warren points out in a rather calm manner, his voice bouncing off rhe helm like he's talking into a metal can. Despite that, his voice is still coherent and confident.