"true, but i had hoped to give myself to Gond and be a toolsman, either practicing my trade at a smithy or an apothecarion. but I will make the best of a bad lot."
Lukas might not say it, but Balthazar's drawing is pretty good.
After a short while Lorgar returns to the main part of the church. Glad to see the group is still there, he turns to leave the temple and motions with his hand to the others to follow him. On his way out he bids farewell to the priest and the woman, thanking them for their time.
Once outside Lorgar streches a little, as if some invisible burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He smiles slightly, clearly in a better mood now that he has completed his task.
"Well, that's done then. Thank you for sticking around. To the tavern then? We might also stop by Junkar Hannom later if we have time. Teh-Koh suggested he might know something about our mercahnt friends, or atleast point us to someone that does."
Quiller mutters something under his breath. “Never understood religion, all that bending and groveling and breathing smoke,” he scratched his chin. “Now carousing, that makes perfect sense to me. The glorious taste of beer! That’s worth praying for.” He grins broadly, “no offense friends. Let’s head to the tavern!”
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The party coalesces together again as Lorgar walks out of the priest’s office and heads out of the temple. Heading back across the bridge, the party sees a small merchant caravan heading toward the border consisting of a two wagons, and four mounted guards. The party trails behind the small caravan across the bridge and to the tavern. The merchant and his party continues to the north, while the party enters the tavern with the rooster on the side.
Once inside, the main room of the tavern appears to comprise close to 90% of the building that can be discerned from outside of the buildings. To the left can be seen a bar, with a lone human male tending to the bar. The room itself consists of several very long tables, with the lone occupant of the bar being a half-elf female nearing middle age. A huge pile of papers clutters the table in front of her.
Quin goes to farthest end of the bar. He sets his water skin on the bar and requests that it be filled. All the while listening in on the exchange at the table.
The woman is a half-elf, probably the palest half-elf any of you have ever seen. Her hair, tied into a pony tail that extends halfway down her back is snow white.
When Lukas asks about the papers, she looks up and says “These are notes and maps on my research into the Kwalmendi Empire. I’m on the brink of some major discoveries.”
OOC Balthazar does not recognize this woman, but, then he has never met Vothrolo.
Following Balthazar’s question, the half-elf replies “Yes, Yes. I am Vothrolo Shonid. You must be Balthazar. Baronnette Halub said that you would be able to help me.” Looking around the room, she notices the other three individuals. “Are these your associates? Oh, this is just wonderful, wonderful. I was hoping for some help, but, wasn’t expecting to get this much. Oh, this will be a wonderful adventure.” Vothrolo says excitedly as she stands up and knocks a number of papers onto the floor.
“Oh, dear. I shouldn’t do that. But, we are here. It is a pleasure to meet all of you. What are your names?” the half-elf asks as she goes around the room, grabbing one of your hands in both of hers and shaking it energetically.
“Now, do you all want to gather around and I can go over, er, wait. If you just got here Mercer’s, you’re probably starving.” Turning to the barkeep, Vothrolo says “Jazven, it is Jazven correct? Could you get these fine men here some of your fine stew and whatever they want to drink?” The half-elf walks up to the bar, and hands the bartender a coin. Quiller notices that it is a platinum coin.
“Let’s pull another table over next to mine, and we can all have a nice chat about our upcoming adventure. Oh, this is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.”
She is speaking quite rapidly and excitedly, and seems genuinely happy at meeting everyone.
Balthazar's lips go into a thin line at the sign of extravagant payment, and he quickly gestures to one of the finer vintages on behind the bar. Something red, to accompany a hearty stew and talk of adventure.
"That is... very generous, thank you. I'll have, yes, that one there. The fluted bottle. Just a goblet, for now. Yes, these are my companions of several day's hard travel. I am happy to make your acquaintance. I... we were hoping that you might have use for the lot of us - they have proved themselves to be quite resourceful in battle already, though we had some slight trouble on our way. Largely resolved at this point, but a few matters requiring later attention, once our other situations have improved."
He glances around at the scattered notes, trying to make sense of them. He locates a few maps, but is not able to decipher Vothralo's writings in so short a time before the group is settled at a table pulled close. He seats himself next to their half-elf employer.
"lukas greypeak, ma'am." He introduces himself and respects her by shaking her hand. as he takes a seat at the proffered table, he makes sure to have a lemon-lime mixed drink to go with the stew. he is silently impressed, for the woman seems to be an archeologist of some repute. "I was not aware of an adventure beyond the horizon. Would our esteemed scholar share with the classroom, for I believe we may need context?"
"I will join you with a bit of that red Balthazar." says Lorgar, having already guessed Balthazars expertise in such manners. He then proceeds to greet the woman warmly while making sure the eye shaped amulet around his neck is visible: "Watchers blessing upon thee. My name is Lorgar. I thank you for your generosity. If I may ask, what exactly were you researching about the empire?"
He sits down across the table from the woman to keep her in sight. He is genuinely interested about this half elf, of both her research and her appearance, and does little to hide the fact. He will nevertheless judge her every word and facial expression carefully for signs of deceit, determined to remain vigilant despite the fact that he feels drawn to her smooth, pale skin. While she does seem friendly enough he has already learned his lesson with the merchants, and he is painfully aware of his own potential vulnerability to her womanly charms.
Quiller pulls out a chair and drops into it, doing his best to imitate somebody dropping a sack of turnips. He quaffs his jack, spilling a bit down his chin, belches, "Ah, 'scuse me mam, I was burn ona farm ye ken." Sliding the sleeve of his tunic across his mouth he continues, "Ye spoke o' advenchur, be that th' loik at kin gain a fella lotsa gold? I does 'ave a thirst fer the yeller stuff, tha' Oi does. So, Oi's all years." He looks at Vothrolo expectantly.
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
There is only one bottle of wine on the shelf behind the bar. It is not a fluted bottle, just a dark black color. The barkeep blows the dust off the bottle before grabbing two clay mugs and filling them up with wine for Balthazar and Lorgar.
He carefully swirls the wine around in the mugs before handing it to the two men.
Vothrolo is watching everyone with a delighted smile on her face, but, not saying much at this point in time.
Balthazar notes that many of the documents are maps, beautifully drawn, but, the writing on them is nearly illegible, or at least it is to Balthazar. The writing on the other pieces of paper is also very difficult for him to read at a glance.
Once everyone is seated, she gives Quiller a sideways look with a raised eyebrow at his exaggerated accent before raising her clay mug and saying “To a fruitful endeavor for all of us!”
Lukas smiles slightly at that.
"true, but i had hoped to give myself to Gond and be a toolsman, either practicing my trade at a smithy or an apothecarion. but I will make the best of a bad lot."
Lukas might not say it, but Balthazar's drawing is pretty good.
After a short while Lorgar returns to the main part of the church. Glad to see the group is still there, he turns to leave the temple and motions with his hand to the others to follow him. On his way out he bids farewell to the priest and the woman, thanking them for their time.
Once outside Lorgar streches a little, as if some invisible burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He smiles slightly, clearly in a better mood now that he has completed his task.
"Well, that's done then. Thank you for sticking around. To the tavern then? We might also stop by Junkar Hannom later if we have time. Teh-Koh suggested he might know something about our mercahnt friends, or atleast point us to someone that does."
Quiller mutters something under his breath. “Never understood religion, all that bending and groveling and breathing smoke,” he scratched his chin. “Now carousing, that makes perfect sense to me. The glorious taste of beer! That’s worth praying for.” He grins broadly, “no offense friends. Let’s head to the tavern!”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Quin scratches his chin and leans away from the wall, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Sure. Lets go see what the Rooster is like." Quin turns away from the wall and claps Lukas on the back as he walks by.
**This Space for Rent**
lukas follows.
The party coalesces together again as Lorgar walks out of the priest’s office and heads out of the temple. Heading back across the bridge, the party sees a small merchant caravan heading toward the border consisting of a two wagons, and four mounted guards. The party trails behind the small caravan across the bridge and to the tavern. The merchant and his party continues to the north, while the party enters the tavern with the rooster on the side.
Once inside, the main room of the tavern appears to comprise close to 90% of the building that can be discerned from outside of the buildings. To the left can be seen a bar, with a lone human male tending to the bar. The room itself consists of several very long tables, with the lone occupant of the bar being a half-elf female nearing middle age. A huge pile of papers clutters the table in front of her.
lukas approaches the lady, but calmly.
"may I ask what the papers are about or contain, miss?"
(Does Balthazar recognize the lady?)
"Ah, yes, or perhaps more politely, we should ask: is your name Shonid?"
Balthazar reaches into his bag, pulling a travel-worn letter out by a few inches, so as to be visible.
Quin goes to farthest end of the bar. He sets his water skin on the bar and requests that it be filled. All the while listening in on the exchange at the table.
**This Space for Rent**
Quiller will belly up to the bar, “I be liken a jack o’ ale.”
(occ how much?)
He will sip his jack of ale an watch the goings on.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The woman is a half-elf, probably the palest half-elf any of you have ever seen. Her hair, tied into a pony tail that extends halfway down her back is snow white.
When Lukas asks about the papers, she looks up and says “These are notes and maps on my research into the Kwalmendi Empire. I’m on the brink of some major discoveries.”
OOC Balthazar does not recognize this woman, but, then he has never met Vothrolo.
Following Balthazar’s question, the half-elf replies “Yes, Yes. I am Vothrolo Shonid. You must be Balthazar. Baronnette Halub said that you would be able to help me.” Looking around the room, she notices the other three individuals. “Are these your associates? Oh, this is just wonderful, wonderful. I was hoping for some help, but, wasn’t expecting to get this much. Oh, this will be a wonderful adventure.” Vothrolo says excitedly as she stands up and knocks a number of papers onto the floor.
“Oh, dear. I shouldn’t do that. But, we are here. It is a pleasure to meet all of you. What are your names?” the half-elf asks as she goes around the room, grabbing one of your hands in both of hers and shaking it energetically.
“Now, do you all want to gather around and I can go over, er, wait. If you just got here Mercer’s, you’re probably starving.” Turning to the barkeep, Vothrolo says “Jazven, it is Jazven correct? Could you get these fine men here some of your fine stew and whatever they want to drink?” The half-elf walks up to the bar, and hands the bartender a coin. Quiller notices that it is a platinum coin.
“Let’s pull another table over next to mine, and we can all have a nice chat about our upcoming adventure. Oh, this is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.”
She is speaking quite rapidly and excitedly, and seems genuinely happy at meeting everyone.
Balthazar's lips go into a thin line at the sign of extravagant payment, and he quickly gestures to one of the finer vintages on behind the bar. Something red, to accompany a hearty stew and talk of adventure.
"That is... very generous, thank you. I'll have, yes, that one there. The fluted bottle. Just a goblet, for now. Yes, these are my companions of several day's hard travel. I am happy to make your acquaintance. I... we were hoping that you might have use for the lot of us - they have proved themselves to be quite resourceful in battle already, though we had some slight trouble on our way. Largely resolved at this point, but a few matters requiring later attention, once our other situations have improved."
He glances around at the scattered notes, trying to make sense of them. He locates a few maps, but is not able to decipher Vothralo's writings in so short a time before the group is settled at a table pulled close. He seats himself next to their half-elf employer.
"lukas greypeak, ma'am." He introduces himself and respects her by shaking her hand. as he takes a seat at the proffered table, he makes sure to have a lemon-lime mixed drink to go with the stew. he is silently impressed, for the woman seems to be an archeologist of some repute. "I was not aware of an adventure beyond the horizon. Would our esteemed scholar share with the classroom, for I believe we may need context?"
Quin introduces himself as he shakes Vothrolo's hand. Taking a seat next to Lukas he says
"Thank you for your hospitality."
**This Space for Rent**
"I will join you with a bit of that red Balthazar." says Lorgar, having already guessed Balthazars expertise in such manners. He then proceeds to greet the woman warmly while making sure the eye shaped amulet around his neck is visible: "Watchers blessing upon thee. My name is Lorgar. I thank you for your generosity. If I may ask, what exactly were you researching about the empire?"
He sits down across the table from the woman to keep her in sight. He is genuinely interested about this half elf, of both her research and her appearance, and does little to hide the fact. He will nevertheless judge her every word and facial expression carefully for signs of deceit, determined to remain vigilant despite the fact that he feels drawn to her smooth, pale skin. While she does seem friendly enough he has already learned his lesson with the merchants, and he is painfully aware of his own potential vulnerability to her womanly charms.
Insight roll with disadvantage due to emtional confusion. 14
OOC - rolled a 17 with disadvantage? I sure hope i didn't use up all my good luck now and get a 1 one the next saving throw :)
Quiller pulls out a chair and drops into it, doing his best to imitate somebody dropping a sack of turnips. He quaffs his jack, spilling a bit down his chin, belches, "Ah, 'scuse me mam, I was burn ona farm ye ken." Sliding the sleeve of his tunic across his mouth he continues, "Ye spoke o' advenchur, be that th' loik at kin gain a fella lotsa gold? I does 'ave a thirst fer the yeller stuff, tha' Oi does. So, Oi's all years." He looks at Vothrolo expectantly.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
There is only one bottle of wine on the shelf behind the bar. It is not a fluted bottle, just a dark black color. The barkeep blows the dust off the bottle before grabbing two clay mugs and filling them up with wine for Balthazar and Lorgar.
He carefully swirls the wine around in the mugs before handing it to the two men.
Vothrolo is watching everyone with a delighted smile on her face, but, not saying much at this point in time.
Balthazar notes that many of the documents are maps, beautifully drawn, but, the writing on them is nearly illegible, or at least it is to Balthazar. The writing on the other pieces of paper is also very difficult for him to read at a glance.
Once everyone is seated, she gives Quiller a sideways look with a raised eyebrow at his exaggerated accent before raising her clay mug and saying “To a fruitful endeavor for all of us!”
"hear hear!" Lukas acknowledges, and toasts with Vothrolo.