The heavy fur drapes that cover the entrance part as Gerb steps inside. The long neck and spined frills adding to his height as he gently shakes droplets off his head. Gerb walks briskly across the tavern dodging patrons and tables his thin tail swishing behind. The thin dragonborn slips past the main counter placing some coins rather brazenly into the barkeep’s cup and swivels toward the group. He pulls a stool up to the table and shakes some more water off and frowns and hisses “I wass exsspecting more” The momentary disappointment fades quickly into a toothy grin “Not matters-s you are here-s”
Gerb nods. “Very wells… there is a kingdom to the north in the Khulma Landss, the Kurdhan Fortresss Del’en is in turmoil. There isss rebellion against the King, unresst and chaos-s brewing like swamps. A ssstrange fellowss contacted me asked me to gather help. His military menss is stretched thin dealing with tensionss with the throne. The landss are dangerss. Townses need protected, they say the winter wastess hold threats like tall beastmen, white wolvess that bring frost, Orcss that roam, Bears capable of ripping apart a dozen men”
He gestures wildly with his arms and leans lower “They s’say heat wurm prowls the earths, and the threat againsst the throne grows.”
He sits back up satisfied with his descriptions and continues:
“Tor call himself Jussticar Kilvin. Say he will pay well for every job, travel to Blintweir across for first mission. I pay 25 per head just to get to there firssst come firsst serve.”
He crosses his arms and raises his neck eyeing each one of you for your response.
World info: it is common language to call the elemental beings Tor as they are the Jira'Tor primordial for 'Children of the Jira' the great elemental Gods
At hearing the words heat worm Ashild perks up. She smiles, "I'll take it, sounds like a fun job. One question though, how are we getting up there to Blintweir?"
Yseth turns to Gerb, finally lowering his hood; his hair is still dripping wet, but he doesn't seem to mind. "This strange fellow that contacted you... tell me more about him. This... Justicar Kilvin, works for the Kurdhan crown, yes?" He pauses, then speaks up again, seeming to address everyone, rather than just Gerb, "I, uh... just like to know where my coin is coming from. Right?"
The Dragonborn nods rubbing his chin. “He iss very important Tor, he serves the Glacier, King on Icemount. Money is real gold, I make sssure.” He says reassuringly.
“To get to Blintweir you musst travel acrosss the Kesh Sea. I have arranged room for you on a vessel that leavess tomorrow morning for a fare. I bargained for you to be allowed to travel with a ...” He hesitates looking thoughtfully into a corner in the ceiling “... bussinesss partner. Thisss will be the fastesst way to the far shore.”
He shrugs his hands into the air “But If you do not wissh to spend coin to travel then you could take the coast north to Gorba and find a ride there. You are your own masterss I just provide the jobsss”
"Good, one less thing to worry about. As long as you're business partner isn't planning to go through Hestebule's Knife that is." Ashild chuckles to herself. She looks at Gerb "I'm in."
“Ahhhh, the ... ahh ... knife is ... generally not traverssed” Gerb says nervously there is a pause before he continues, “I have bargained, 30 gold fee to travel ssafely through the Bars, This will be eassily compenssated by the reward of arriving not to mention the reward for the first hunt.
I will introduce this Tor to you before dawn, meet me at the docks in the morning"
Mayaries grins. "I'd be more than happy to take that job." He says, brimming with spunk.
"I- I've never been up that way before. What should we expect, from the people? That wurm doesn't concern me-" Mayaries sends a flicker of flame through his fingertips with Produce Flame "-but that "first come first served" bit does." Mayaries leans back, and crosses his ankles, staring at the Dragonborn.
With her attention still to Gerb, Wu replies “everything is fine by me.”
Her attention shifts to Mayaries “I don’t think we’ve yet to be introduced. I am Wu Taizong. I look forward to seeing your prowess in our coming time working together.” Wu extends her hand to shake.
Mayaries takes Wu's hand, gives it an overly firm shake, and gleams. "Mayaries. Mayaries Vem." His chin is raised high. "And don't worry- you'll see more than enough prowess." His eyes gleam, as he subtly flexes his arm. He looks casually at his party, and reaches his right hand to the other people at the table. "And your names?"
Ashild looks at the 3 others, sizing them up. She sticks out her hand: "Ashild Eld." As she sticks out her arm the myriad of scars on that arm become visible.
Your food has been delivered to you during the conversation, the bustle of thew tavern on a steady increase.
Gerb raises his freshly topped, brimming, mug of ale to the table "Cheerss to work, coin, and a mighty sword-arm, Emperor'ss blessing upon your journey"
Any Questions for Gerb, Conversations, or Evening Activities?
Mayaries grins joyfully and clinks mugs with Gerb, and whoever else seems willing. The conversation hits a lull, and Mayaries decides to break some ice.
"So, Gerb- why don't you come along with us? You're certainly no stranger to battle."
Gerb looks at you for a moment and laughs "Hah, the Khulmalands are no good for me. Cold-blood now, colder blood then" His eyes gleam a bit with glee "Not to mention, if I could do the jobss I give you mysself I wouldn't have time to find the next oness, or know all the things I know. I rather like the things I know. without it I wouldn't have this-" he gestures to his mug, then to you " -and you wouldn't have your coin"
"Oh, yes, of course, it's better this way. I really do appreciate the coin."
"I'd also like to know- what do you all do outside of jobs like this? I'm from a glassblowing family, but it's been a bit since I've seen them. " Mayaries leans back in the booth, folds his arms, and drinks his ale with care.
The heavy fur drapes that cover the entrance part as Gerb steps inside. The long neck and spined frills adding to his height as he gently shakes droplets off his head. Gerb walks briskly across the tavern dodging patrons and tables his thin tail swishing behind. The thin dragonborn slips past the main counter placing some coins rather brazenly into the barkeep’s cup and swivels toward the group. He pulls a stool up to the table and shakes some more water off and frowns and hisses “I wass exsspecting more” The momentary disappointment fades quickly into a toothy grin “Not matters-s you are here-s”
“Gerb, I trust you’re well” Wu responded turning her attention to the Green Dragonborn “if this is everyone, I’m sure we’d be ready for our mission.”
Gerb nods. “Very wells… there is a kingdom to the north in the Khulma Landss, the Kurdhan Fortresss Del’en is in turmoil. There isss rebellion against the King, unresst and chaos-s brewing like swamps. A ssstrange fellowss contacted me asked me to gather help. His military menss is stretched thin dealing with tensionss with the throne. The landss are dangerss. Townses need protected, they say the winter wastess hold threats like tall beastmen, white wolvess that bring frost, Orcss that roam, Bears capable of ripping apart a dozen men”
He gestures wildly with his arms and leans lower “They s’say heat wurm prowls the earths, and the threat againsst the throne grows.”
He sits back up satisfied with his descriptions and continues:
“Tor call himself Jussticar Kilvin. Say he will pay well for every job, travel to Blintweir across for first mission. I pay 25 per head just to get to there firssst come firsst serve.”
He crosses his arms and raises his neck eyeing each one of you for your response.
World info:
it is common language to call the elemental beings Tor as they are the Jira'Tor primordial for 'Children of the Jira' the great elemental Gods
At hearing the words heat worm Ashild perks up. She smiles, "I'll take it, sounds like a fun job. One question though, how are we getting up there to Blintweir?"
Yseth turns to Gerb, finally lowering his hood; his hair is still dripping wet, but he doesn't seem to mind. "This strange fellow that contacted you... tell me more about him. This... Justicar Kilvin, works for the Kurdhan crown, yes?" He pauses, then speaks up again, seeming to address everyone, rather than just Gerb, "I, uh... just like to know where my coin is coming from. Right?"
The Dragonborn nods rubbing his chin. “He iss very important Tor, he serves the Glacier, King on Icemount. Money is real gold, I make sssure.” He says reassuringly.
“To get to Blintweir you musst travel acrosss the Kesh Sea. I have arranged room for you on a vessel that leavess tomorrow morning for a fare. I bargained for you to be allowed to travel with a ...” He hesitates looking thoughtfully into a corner in the ceiling “... bussinesss partner. Thisss will be the fastesst way to the far shore.”
He shrugs his hands into the air “But If you do not wissh to spend coin to travel then you could take the coast north to Gorba and find a ride there. You are your own masterss I just provide the jobsss”
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"Good, one less thing to worry about. As long as you're business partner isn't planning to go through Hestebule's Knife that is." Ashild chuckles to herself. She looks at Gerb "I'm in."
“No objections here,” says Wu looking at Gerb “I don’t mind working with your partner either.”
"A fare? How much is it? And how will we recognise this... business partner of yours?" Yseth says while stroking his chin.
“Ahhhh, the ... ahh ... knife is ... generally not traverssed” Gerb says nervously there is a pause before he continues, “I have bargained, 30 gold fee to travel ssafely through the Bars, This will be eassily compenssated by the reward of arriving not to mention the reward for the first hunt.
I will introduce this Tor to you before dawn, meet me at the docks in the morning"
Mayaries grins. "I'd be more than happy to take that job." He says, brimming with spunk.
"I- I've never been up that way before. What should we expect, from the people? That wurm doesn't concern me-" Mayaries sends a flicker of flame through his fingertips with Produce Flame "-but that "first come first served" bit does." Mayaries leans back, and crosses his ankles, staring at the Dragonborn.
With her attention still to Gerb, Wu replies “everything is fine by me.”
Her attention shifts to Mayaries “I don’t think we’ve yet to be introduced. I am Wu Taizong. I look forward to seeing your prowess in our coming time working together.” Wu extends her hand to shake.
Mayaries takes Wu's hand, gives it an overly firm shake, and gleams. "Mayaries. Mayaries Vem." His chin is raised high. "And don't worry- you'll see more than enough prowess." His eyes gleam, as he subtly flexes his arm. He looks casually at his party, and reaches his right hand to the other people at the table. "And your names?"
Ashild looks at the 3 others, sizing them up. She sticks out her hand: "Ashild Eld." As she sticks out her arm the myriad of scars on that arm become visible.
Yseth looka around at everyone introducing themselves, and says very bluntly, "Yseth." He keeps his arms at his sides.
Your food has been delivered to you during the conversation, the bustle of thew tavern on a steady increase.
Gerb raises his freshly topped, brimming, mug of ale to the table "Cheerss to work, coin, and a mighty sword-arm, Emperor'ss blessing upon your journey"
Any Questions for Gerb, Conversations, or Evening Activities?
Mayaries grins joyfully and clinks mugs with Gerb, and whoever else seems willing. The conversation hits a lull, and Mayaries decides to break some ice.
"So, Gerb- why don't you come along with us? You're certainly no stranger to battle."
Gerb looks at you for a moment and laughs "Hah, the Khulmalands are no good for me. Cold-blood now, colder blood then" His eyes gleam a bit with glee "Not to mention, if I could do the jobss I give you mysself I wouldn't have time to find the next oness, or know all the things I know. I rather like the things I know. without it I wouldn't have this-" he gestures to his mug, then to you " -and you wouldn't have your coin"
At this point Ashild is trying to get comfortable at the table with her eyes closed, occasionally opening them to look around
"Oh, yes, of course, it's better this way. I really do appreciate the coin."
"I'd also like to know- what do you all do outside of jobs like this? I'm from a glassblowing family, but it's been a bit since I've seen them. " Mayaries leans back in the booth, folds his arms, and drinks his ale with care.