Leaning back, Raphail responds, "I have a small kit of items prepared to aid you which you may have in lieu of up front coin. Don't mistake me; I have no concerns of you taking my coin and leaving the job undone but, should you perish in this task, I would have fewer funds to attempt this recovery with another group."
Remdesivir had been listening quietly. Finally he spoke up, "I'll also accept the contract. Is there any of the miners nearby that I can speak too? It's important that we get as much information about the beetles as possible."
Raphail shakes his head no. "The miners all cleared out and left town quite some time ago. Although... I believe a group of locals tried to retake the mine immediately after the beetles first appeared - mostly guard and militia types, you know. A few of them were killed and the rest gave it up for a lost cause, but you might find someone around this tavern who knows a thing or two about it."
Muttering to no one in particular he settles his cloak on his shoulders. "Shit, looks like we have to do the hardwork to get this mine under new management"
Grabbing his axe and shield he shuffles towards the door muttering as he goes.
Grigor was intrigued by the druidic orders ever since he encountered a druid at a young age. He entered a sheltered community as a teenager in order to learn more about druidic practices. The community was home to an eclectic assortment of characters, and Grigor took advantage of the opportunity to learn multiple rare languages.
He also discovered that druidic philosophy is riddled with inconsistencies, specifically with regards to the distinction between the natural and the unnatural. To Grigor's way of thinking, humans are just as much a part of nature as any other creature, and human use of metal is therefore no more unnatural than a beaver building a dam or a druid transforming into an animal. He thus uses metal freely, and generally embraces things that most druids would consider taboo.
He freely shares his thoughts with others, and thus far has not encountered a druid who has been able to explain to his satisfaction the inconsistencies he sees in traditional druidic philosophy. By the same token, his attempts to recruit other druids to his way of thinking have been unsuccessful, in part due to his failure to grasp some of the broader points of diplomacy (to say nothing of the finer points).
General information about Warren - that he is willing to share, that is.
Warren is a trainee of the Order of the Radiant Shield, a small community near his village dedicated to training divine warriors to protect, serve, and heal the common folk of afflictions both mundane and extraordinary. He travels alone, eager to smite the forces of evil and thereby make a name for himself. He wears an amulet emblazoned with the image of a shining pewter shield to signify his membership in the order.
Warren listens to Raphail's account attentively, though he shows no strong emotion one way or another. At the end, he answers in the affirmative. "Well, squashing a few bugs isn't what I had in mind when I decided to cleanse the lands of filth, but as long as the coin is good, you'll have the aid of a Radiant Shield."
He suddenly flinches, and then looks quietly annoyed. "And yes," he sighs, "I will be more than happy to recover Lady Reluthe so that you may honor her with a proper burial."
Wick listens to all of this while sitting quietly with a mug of ale in his hands. He downs the mug in one swig and nods at Raphail. "Clearing mines is no glorious adventure but I do sympathize with your story. You'll have my bow."
-----Background for the group----
Wick Chances is an odd elf, odd in that he eats meat and drink alcohol as readily as the next human. A wandering ranger who travels on a whim, seeking his next adventure.
Raphail provides a satchel of assorted items and directions to the mine.
The satchel contains 6 doses of antitoxin, 1 crossbow, 1 small quiver with 20 bolts, and a healer's kit.
The mine is approximately a day's hike away or half a day's ride on horseback. If the party goes on foot, the will arrive around nightfall and are more likely to face dangers along the way. If they ride, they must first secure horses from the local stable. Pony's are available for 30 gold pieces (gp) each. A pony can carry 225 lbs of rider and/or gear.
He casts displeased looks around the group as he troops off towards the stables.
"Thought they knew how to do math. Nearly a third of our profit gone and no guarantee we get paid. No one ever seems to want to make money round here." He mutters into the air.
*OOC Can I try and barter for a cheaper rate for my horse?
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Leaning back, Raphail responds, "I have a small kit of items prepared to aid you which you may have in lieu of up front coin. Don't mistake me; I have no concerns of you taking my coin and leaving the job undone but, should you perish in this task, I would have fewer funds to attempt this recovery with another group."
Caldath grins, "Smart man,"
Remdesivir had been listening quietly. Finally he spoke up, "I'll also accept the contract. Is there any of the miners nearby that I can speak too? It's important that we get as much information about the beetles as possible."
Raphail shakes his head no. "The miners all cleared out and left town quite some time ago. Although... I believe a group of locals tried to retake the mine immediately after the beetles first appeared - mostly guard and militia types, you know. A few of them were killed and the rest gave it up for a lost cause, but you might find someone around this tavern who knows a thing or two about it."
Griffen sighs loudly and slowly stands up.
Muttering to no one in particular he settles his cloak on his shoulders. "Shit, looks like we have to do the hardwork to get this mine under new management"
Grabbing his axe and shield he shuffles towards the door muttering as he goes.
General information the group knows about Grigor:
Grigor was intrigued by the druidic orders ever since he encountered a druid at a young age. He entered a sheltered community as a teenager in order to learn more about druidic practices. The community was home to an eclectic assortment of characters, and Grigor took advantage of the opportunity to learn multiple rare languages.
He also discovered that druidic philosophy is riddled with inconsistencies, specifically with regards to the distinction between the natural and the unnatural. To Grigor's way of thinking, humans are just as much a part of nature as any other creature, and human use of metal is therefore no more unnatural than a beaver building a dam or a druid transforming into an animal. He thus uses metal freely, and generally embraces things that most druids would consider taboo.
He freely shares his thoughts with others, and thus far has not encountered a druid who has been able to explain to his satisfaction the inconsistencies he sees in traditional druidic philosophy. By the same token, his attempts to recruit other druids to his way of thinking have been unsuccessful, in part due to his failure to grasp some of the broader points of diplomacy (to say nothing of the finer points).
General information about Warren - that he is willing to share, that is.
Warren is a trainee of the Order of the Radiant Shield, a small community near his village dedicated to training divine warriors to protect, serve, and heal the common folk of afflictions both mundane and extraordinary. He travels alone, eager to smite the forces of evil and thereby make a name for himself. He wears an amulet emblazoned with the image of a shining pewter shield to signify his membership in the order.
Warren listens to Raphail's account attentively, though he shows no strong emotion one way or another. At the end, he answers in the affirmative. "Well, squashing a few bugs isn't what I had in mind when I decided to cleanse the lands of filth, but as long as the coin is good, you'll have the aid of a Radiant Shield."
He suddenly flinches, and then looks quietly annoyed. "And yes," he sighs, "I will be more than happy to recover Lady Reluthe so that you may honor her with a proper burial."
Wick listens to all of this while sitting quietly with a mug of ale in his hands. He downs the mug in one swig and nods at Raphail. "Clearing mines is no glorious adventure but I do sympathize with your story. You'll have my bow."
-----Background for the group----
Wick Chances is an odd elf, odd in that he eats meat and drink alcohol as readily as the next human. A wandering ranger who travels on a whim, seeking his next adventure.
Raphail provides a satchel of assorted items and directions to the mine.
The satchel contains 6 doses of antitoxin, 1 crossbow, 1 small quiver with 20 bolts, and a healer's kit.
The mine is approximately a day's hike away or half a day's ride on horseback. If the party goes on foot, the will arrive around nightfall and are more likely to face dangers along the way. If they ride, they must first secure horses from the local stable. Pony's are available for 30 gold pieces (gp) each. A pony can carry 225 lbs of rider and/or gear.
HOW WILL THE PARTY TRAVEL TO THE MINE?
[OOC: Is the 30GP per pony a purchase price or a rental price? ]
Raja doesn't want to give anyone the impression that he's... temporarily financially embarrassed. He wants to pony up, so to speak.
[Purchase price]
Wick accepts the 6 antitoxin vials and the healer's kit. "Shall we take the horses lads or do we feel confident braving the night?"
Warren favors the horses (or ponies, as the case may be). "The sooner we can find the lady's remains, the better."
Grigor also prefers mounted travel.
Wick nods in agreement for the horses, he is willing to purchase two if money is difficult for a party member.
"Lets ride." Stated Remdesivir
"Could'a used the exercise, but I don't want to miss out on the fun with the rest of you ahead of me. Fine, a horse for me too."
Griffen looks around for the stable.
He casts displeased looks around the group as he troops off towards the stables.
"Thought they knew how to do math. Nearly a third of our profit gone and no guarantee we get paid. No one ever seems to want to make money round here." He mutters into the air.
*OOC Can I try and barter for a cheaper rate for my horse?