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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 14, 2015 16:24:55 GMT -5
A wave of laughter, and the mixed smell of pipe smoke and ale washes over you as you open one of the double doors that leads into The Wayfarer's Rest. Guardsman Jackson at the gate into Clifton suggested this inn, saying, "If you need a place to stay, the Wayfarer's Rest is a great place to find a bed. Tell old Borris that Guardsman Jackson sent you, and he will give you an ale." A few steps into the common room and the cooking smells coming from the kitchen make your mouth water. The inn itself is a fairly large three story rectangle, the exterior recently white washed, and the windows and doors are bordered in chestnut stained wood. The common room is quite large, with twin fire places set in opposite walls. A dozen round tables cover the center of the room, with several long tables with benches along the outside. A few more private booths line the back wall. Groups of men sit at all the round tables, laughing, dicing, and listening to a fellow play the dulcimer. A group of armsmen sit in one of the booths, pouring over a map. When you enter, several people look up for a moment before going back to what they were doing before. One fellow even nods a greeting. The closest server brushes past you with a laden tray, "Find a spot where you can M'deary, we will be with you shortly." Another server finds you almost immediately after you find a spot, "What can I get you hun?" After placing your order, you spot another fellow entering the common room from the back where the servers have been coming and going. The front half of the man's head is bald, and the rest is graying. He's wearing simple white cotton, and a leather belt strains to contain his considerable girth. Over the rest he wears a pristine white apron. One of the adventurers shouts, "Innkeep!" and the man heads to their table. He must be the Old Borris that Guardsman Jackson was speaking about. Images: The Wayfarer's RestGuardsman Jackson (Human, Male) Old Boris (Human, Male)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 15, 2015 5:28:39 GMT -5
Both doors to the inn are pulled open at once, and a man in fine colourful leaps into the opening, his arms upheld, and a beaming smile on his lips. A few people call out, "Bogomil!", while others wave, or offer other greetings. It seems that most of the regulars here know this man. He walks with grace, kicking up his heels as if dancing, and circles the room slowly stopping at each table to offer pleasantries. As he circles the room you get a chance to take a closer look at him. His clothing is finely made, and of the latest style, but the cut of the fabric is different than that of the other locals. Once, when he made a grand gesture you caught a glimpse of studded leather beneath his shirt. He openly wears a rapier on his left hip, and he carries a backpack that bulges with whatever is inside. Lastly, an amulet hangs around his neck bearing a triangle with three six-pointed stars over the corners, one orange, one yellow, and one red. As Bogomil passes by where you sit, he places a hand upon your shoulder and says in a musical voice, "Well met friend, benediction is about to begin." Moving off again before you can respond, he takes a place cleared for him at the table in the center of the room. The room becomes very quiet, even the man with the dulcimer puts up his hammers. Bogomil removes a goblet from his backpack, and places it upon the table with reverence. Standing, he raises his hands out to the sides, and announces, "Who will be the first to fill my friend The Grail tonight?" Images: Symbol on Bogomil's Amulet Bogomil's Goblet, "The Grail"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 15, 2015 23:16:11 GMT -5
The doors of the Wayfarer's Rest swing open to the sight of grinning man. He stands tall and proud with his chest puffed out and greets everyone with a smile and wave of his hand. His hair is black and slicked back, save for a small curl on his forehead. Upon his studded leather armour is a fist clutching a silver lightning bolt. His right arm favors resting on the hilt of his longsword which is strapped to his hip. He carries a round metal shield on his back, its neighbor is a backpack which is slung over his right shoulder. Finally, a bedroll is strapped to his backside. He takes his seat laying his backpack on the ground. He compliments the barmaid as she takes his order and upon finding Boris signals him over. "Greetings and salutations, my good man!" He greets Boris as he approaches the table "A kind sir by the named of Jackson informed me of your establishment and I must say I'm certainly impressed" He looks around the inn with a smile. "Ah! But, where are my manners?" he offers the Innkeep his hand. "Im Orellow Avnac, seeker of truth, justice and a bed. Hahaha!".
"What a Jovious fellow" Orellow remarks to himself about the colorfully dressed man with a grin. As silence falls and Bogomil makes his inquiry Orellow pushes himself up to his feet and thumps his chest. "I shall fill your friend" he says and turns to the bar. "Your finest ale for the jovious one and his friend".
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 16, 2015 6:05:01 GMT -5
Old Borris, "Ah, yes. The guardsman is better than the sign out front for sending me custom." You see Borris slip a silver protector, the armoured knight etched on the face glinting in the light before it slips it from his pouch to a pocket, that coin clinks against others already there. You suspect that Guardsman Jackson is paid to suggest the Wayfarers Rest over other inns in the city. He continues, "You are too kind, but your complements are appreciated." The innkeeper takes your offered hand, and replies in kind, "Everybody just calls me Old Borris, purveyor of tasty food, good ale, and warm beds." His laugh is heartfelt, and makes his bulk shake.
When you offer to fill The Grail the innkeeper brings a small keg to the table, and solemnly fills the fancy silver goblet to the brim. The room remains silent for the initial prayer, and then resumes whatever was happening before Bogomil entered. It was as if a switch had been thrown from solemn silence to cheerful revelry in an instant. After the initial prayer is concluded, Old Borris places the small keg in a stand one of the serving women brought over, then comes over to collect a silver protector from you for the ale. "What do you think of our colourful priest Bogomil?" You see the server that brought the stand stays at the table beside Bogomil, refilling The Grail as needed and collecting the coins required from the patrons.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 16, 2015 6:42:54 GMT -5
Bogomil locks eyes with you as you stand, and smiles warmly when you offer to fill The Grail. Once The Grail is filled, the man becomes solemn for the first time since he arrived. Looking to the heavens he begins to recite, "Loving Lliira, we give thanks and rejoice in the fun, and fellowship that surrounds us upon this fine evening. May we find gladness and satisfaction in all of our successes. Grant us all rest and renewal in the coming days so that we may continue to serve you in ceaseless faithfulness." Bogomil lowers his hands, and makes eye contact with those around him, "May we now pay homage to Lliira by drinking our fill, and dancing to celebrate our freedom and liberty." A cheer goes up from most of the people in the room, and they raise their tankards and drink them down. The dulcimer starts up, and several people start dancing. Throughout the room people resume their merriment, laughing and enjoying themselves even more than before.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 17, 2015 19:31:02 GMT -5
Orellow sits back down and lowers his head during the prayer. No doubt whispering prayers of his own. He rises his head and turns to the old Innkeep. "Colorful, you say?" He turns to look at Bogomil "Yes. That is good word for him." Orellow says looking distantly at the clergy. "But! I must admit I am quite tired" he chuckles. "I'll require one of those warm beds you spoke of" Orellow declares as his eyes wander about the room. Then, his gaze finds its way to the armsmen and his smile widens. "And anything you can tell me about those men and what they find so interetsing about that map".
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 18, 2015 8:07:30 GMT -5
Old Borris looks abashed, "Look at me, chatting like an old gossip instead of seeing that you're tired." He cranes his neck to make eye contact with one of the servers, and than he holds up three fingers. She nods, and drops off the contents of her tray before heading upstairs. At your question about the armsmen, Old Borris forgets all about not being an old gossip. He pulls up a chair beside you and says, "That lot came in a week back, battered and bloody. They were carrying the one with the beard." He leans in conspiratorially, "Apparently they found themselves a Goblin lair nearby. They were clearing it out without too much trouble when disaster struck. The Goblins have a bear! Can you believe it? A big old bear." He holds up both hands, fingers splayed like claws to accentuate his point, before continuing, "The bear charged out of a side tunnel while they were fighting a group of Goblins, slamming into their flank." Old Borris looks down sadly, shaking his head, "They lost their trapsmith to the bear." He waits a moment, then takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly, "The blonde haired fellow made a map of what they explored, and now they're planning a return trip. Of course this time it will be more dangerous, as the Goblins will know they are coming."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 19, 2015 10:21:23 GMT -5
The night goes as many have, people enjoying themselves, laughing, drinking, and merriment abound. However as the night rolls on a young man approaches you, handing the barmaid next to you a coin to fill your Grail he takes a seat across from you, his head down and fingers laced while he twiddles his thumbs. You recognize the blonde haired, blue eyed boy as Arthur Bridges, the son of the baker. His usual happy-go-lucky demeanor is gone, replaced by this shy shell. Attachments:
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 19, 2015 10:34:00 GMT -5
"Goblins? A bear? A murdered friend? This looks like a job for Orellow!" He booms and stands up out of chair, striding across the room to the adventurers. His steps swift and direct. A loud thump soon follows as he slams his hands on the table. "Greetings and salutations, armsmen! I've heard of your plight and I wish to offer assistance. I am Orellow Avnec"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 20, 2015 15:47:36 GMT -5
Bogomil soaks up the revelry around him like a flower soaks up sunshine, occasionally laying his hand over his amulet and offering his heartfelt thanks to Lliira. His benedictions are always short and sweet, so as not to distract the flock from the festival atmosphere surrounding them, "Lliira keep misery from this man's path, and preserve this fellow's joy.", or "Now the Goddess Lliira gill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope.", or "Lliira gives strength onto her followers, and blesses her people with peace.", and "The peace of the Goddess, which passes all understanding, shall keep your hearts filled to overflowing with joy."
When Bogomil sees shyness upon the face of Arthur, he knows something is wrong. Laying one hand over Arthur's hands to still his twiddling, Bogomil uses his other hand to lift the boys chin so he can see into his eyes, "My boy, what troubles you? Come, let us drink of The Grail." Offering The Grail, he recites as Arthur drinks, "By the froth of The Grail, and the warmth of Lliira's love, let this boy's troubles melt like desert snow." Benediction complete, and The Grail empty, Bogomil stands, gesturing to one of the booths at the back, "Come, let us leave the center of attention and see if we can not alleviate what bothers you."
Once Arthur is sitting comfortably at the booth, Bogomil sits across from him, "Whenever you are ready to begin my boy." Bogomil then waits, a warm and welcoming smile upon his lips.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 20, 2015 16:49:19 GMT -5
Your outburst startles Old Borris, and as you stand he stands quickly, his chair falling over in his haste. The musician hits a few wrong notes when he is distracted, and several people throughout the room look at you, including the band of armsmen in the booth. As you approach you get a better look at the armsmen, three men and a woman. The first man on the right wears chainmail, and a helmet rests beneath his chair. A greatsword stands, leaning on the table close to his hand. He has short cropped brown hair, and a neatly trimmed beard. The second man on the right, also wears chainmail, but his chain is covered by a tabard embroidered with the holy symbol to Pelor. Deep blue eyes that seem wise beyond his youthful face peek out from below his blonde hair. The third man sits against the wall on the right, he wears fitted studded leather armour, his shaggy brown hair frames a face covered in stubble. The last person at the table is a beautiful young woman in form fitting supple leather armour, her red hair is worn long, in a cascade of tight ringlets. She wears a sash adorned with six daggers, and another two daggers are sheathed at her hips.
Even aware of your approach, the blonde haired fellow jumps a little when you slam your hands on the table. The fellow with the beard is the first to respond, "Well met master Avnec. May I introduce Silvia DeRosa." He says gesturing to the woman with all the daggers, "Shale Foreststrider." his gesture moves to the fellow with the stubble, "Lightbringer Jonathan Maloy." His hand drops to the table, but he tilts his head toward the man wearing the Pelor tabard, finishing with, "And myself Rupert Rageblade. What assistance do you have to offer?" You notice that while Rupert was speaking, Silvia's hand dropped to one of the daggers at her hip. You don't think it was a threatening motion, in fact you suspect that she doesn't even realize that she's holding a weapon.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 20, 2015 18:22:06 GMT -5
When you are seated, Arthur seems to have trouble finding the words until after a bit, he finally looks up and says, "I'm in love Mister Bogomil". His eyes are a little wet as he continues, "With one of Duchess' personal guard. She came into the shop a few days ago, and you should've seen her, eyes that could light up a room." He seems to slip off into a short daze as he talks about her. "When I told my friends, they laughed saying a breadmaker could never win the heart of a woman like her." He slumps in his chair, and looks to the floor. "I dont know what I should do. I'm caught between becoming an adventurer and giving up..."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 20, 2015 18:32:45 GMT -5
Orellow grins. "Well Mister Rageblade, I bring a sword that strikes true" he says tapping the hilt of the blade on his waist. "A shield to protect my fellows and a heart that hungers for truth and justice" he taps the shield on his back and thumps his chest. "Im even handy with a bow should you need it" Orellow laughs. "I will not weigh you nor your comrades down" he stares into Ruperts eyes with conviction.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 21, 2015 10:24:42 GMT -5
When the kid tells Bogomil that he is in love, Bogomil's smile nearly splits his face in two, but he holds his council until the boy has finished, and then he says, "That is wonderful news my young friend! Being in love is nothing to be upset about, it is one of Lliira's greatest gifts." Bogomil leans back in his chair so he rests on his elbows, basically reclining across the whole bench. He looks up while his lips move, silently working out his thoughts, before continuing, "Ignore your friends, and listen to Bogomil. Let us just see if we can't get this woman to fall in love with you." Bogomil gets the boy to describe the woman, every last detail. Enough that Bogomil will recognise her on sight. "Here is what we will do my boy. First, you will bake a small, but fantastic dessert. Second, you will write her a letter, but only sign it -A. I have a friend that works within the palace, and he should be able to pass off your gift. Then if she gives a response to my friend, we will know how she feels. How does that sound? Better than joining that lot fighting Goblin's and bears, eh?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 21, 2015 10:58:54 GMT -5
Rupert shrugs, "Another blade would not go amiss, there are plenty of Goblins still left in that cave complex. Thoughts?" His question is directed at his companions. Shale grunts, but you're not sure if it was a positive or negative response. The Lightbringer nods, "Another able body would be helpful." All three men look to Silvia, and you get the feeling that if she doesn't want you as part of the team, than you would not be part of the team. She looks you in the eyes, the deep blue of her eyes barely conceals anger bordering on rage. You don't feel like she is angry with you, but at something else. "As long as you can kill that light blinded bear, I don't care if you accompany us." As she growls out those words, she repeatedly draws her dagger a few inches before slamming it back into it's sheath. Rupert nods, "Then it is decided, you're welcome to accompany us to slay some Goblins." At a sharp look from Silvia, he quickly adds, "and a bear. Pull up a chair, and we will go over what we know so far..."
Once you're seated, the Lightbringer takes over, "Here is the Goblin lair." He says gesturing to the map on the table, "As you can see, here is the entrance." He points to a specific spot on the map, "A natural cavern extends from this side of the first room, but the Goblins have carved out several rooms this way." He drags his finger across four squares, "The first is used for storage, but we didn't have time to check through the crates. The second is a barracks, a bunch of rough made beds and a few footlockers. The third room had a better quality bed, and a writing desk. The last is where we ran into problems last time. This room had a barricade set up, and the Goblins were firing crossbows at us from this side of the room. Once we engaged them, this wall fell away revealing a bear. There was a reinforced door behind the Goblin barricade here, and a tunnel leading off from the bear's chamber. Thoughts?" This time the question is directed at you.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 21, 2015 17:49:51 GMT -5
Arthur is stunned. Wide eyed and mouth a gap, he fails to clasp your words at first. "You... You think there is a chance? I wanted to make sweets for her the moment I met her, but I never thought it would be such a simple thing" he seems thoughtful about your words, looking down once more as he takes them in. "I'll do it" he says and his head raises to see you new conviction in his eyes. "I will make her a dessert befitting a queen" he springs up from his chair and takes your hand. "Oh, thank you, Mister Bogomil" he says gratefully and shakes your hand happily before he dashes out.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 21, 2015 18:18:04 GMT -5
Orellow strokes his chin. "Hard to say without knowing what changes they have made since your last encounter. I imagine they'll be more fortified" he hums to himself for a bit before speaking up again. "I look forward to facing the general of these troops. They are quite militaristic in their ways. Different sleeping quarters. A writing desk. A room behind a barricade. And that bear? Seems all too clever a set up for mere goblins." He says softly. "No.. There is another behind the scenes, pulling the strings." he moves his hand from his chin and waves it as if plucking invisible strings. "Yes... But, perhaps this is no general, seems more of a puppeteer. A general would be amongst his troops" he returns his hand to his chin a smile creeping across his face. "Nevertheless. It will be interesting. Very interesting" Suddenly Orellow points to the door behind the barricade. "This is likely what they are protecting. Treasure, perhaps? An escape route is also likely" He moves his finger to the entrance of the cave. "We cannot sneak up on them, they know we are coming. They will likely anticipate others as well. So surprising them with extra bodies wont help us. The best option is the simplest, we charge. Hold tightly together. Play to our strengthens and cover each others weakness" he looks up at the rest of his new party. "So, what strengths have we?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 23, 2015 17:49:44 GMT -5
Bogomil laughs heartily, "Of course there is a chance. There is always a chance. Sometimes it's the simple things that have the best effect." Shaking the boy's hand Bogomil stands, "Don't thank me, joy comes from Lliira." Bogomil watches the boy go, thinking, 'Yes, yes, he will do quite nicely. Who wouldn't do a favour for the man that helped him find love?' Smiling once more, Bogomil heads back to The Grail, "Who will be the next to fill my friend The Grail tonight?
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 27, 2015 17:28:22 GMT -5
Rupert nods along as you work through your thoughts. Nothing you say seems to surprise him, and you suspect that the group has come to a lot of the same conclusions that you have. The Lightbringer comments, "They do seem a bit more organized than the standard Goblinoid rabble." when you bring up their militaristic ways. When you mention the bear, Silvia's lips curl up and you think she might even be growling deep in her throat. "I'm not sure there is a puppet master." Rupert says, then adds, "They seem more organized, but they're still just Goblins. We won't give them a chance to find a decent leader. Tomorrow we finish them, and their bloody bear off." He looks to Silvia as he mentions the bear. Trying and failing to soothe her. "We were thinking that that room would contain their gathered weath as well." The Lightbringer replies, adding, "It's reinforced to keep intruders out." When you suggest charging, you get a mix of responses, Silvia snaps, "Fine by me." Shale shrugs, grunting something that could mean anything. The Lightbringer suggests caution, and Rupert smiles, "I do love me a good charge."
When you ask about strengths, Rupert goes around the table, "Silvia is good with those blades of hers, either duel weilding up close or chucking them from afar. Shale has a bow, and can hold his own in melee. I tend to hold the front line, keeping the enemies focused on me, while Jonny here keeps me alive." Jonathan scoffs, rolling his eyes as Rupert calls him Jonny. "As for weaknesses, I tend to ignore defense in order to deal out as much punishment as I can. Dead things can't hurt me, I figure. The Lightbringer knows which part of his weapons to hold, but we try to keep him out of melee. Silvia gets angry, and allows her passion to pull her into dangerous situations. Shale doesn't communicate well, as you may have noticed."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 27, 2015 18:49:39 GMT -5
Soon after the boy leaves you get the usual kind folks who fill your friend only wishing for you to say a prayer for their happiness. Between prayers and drinks you hear the guardsman and Orellow discussing plans to raid a goblins cave. The usual discussions about the Duchess' latest fashion or the horrible smell of the docks. As well a dark haired fellow crying into his bottle. Finally, at the booth nearby you hear a lone guard ordering the strongest drink at the bar to help him forget something. The man at the bar was here before you came and other patons seem bothered by him. The guard has been prodded by the barmaids about his problem but claims he can't discuss it with civilians.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 27, 2015 19:16:30 GMT -5
"Then our plan is obvious; we will form..." Orellow grins as he pauses for dramatic effect. "A line!" he allows this to sink in a moment before explaining. "Mister Rageblade and I shall share the front lines, he the sword and I the shield" He turns to Rupert. "You will not need defense if Im there to defend you" he turns Johnathan. "I would like for you to be behind Msiter Rageblade to heal as you have and If you would be so kind to heal me as well that'd be most welcomed." He motions to Silvia "I would like Miss DeRosa behind me till we close in on enemies, then I'd like her to use make use of that anger, running interference for us on enemies and returning behind me should she find trouble" Finally, he turns to Shale "And Mister Foreststider will not need communication to pick off enemies from the back of the line at his leisure" Orellow then awaits a response.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 27, 2015 21:16:08 GMT -5
Bogomil takes the regular conversations about the Duchess' fashion, and the scents of the docks in stride. Trading jokes, and pleasantries to brighten the lives of those around him. After assisting those that want their benedictions, Bogomil makes his way around the room. When he passes by the Guardsman, he leans past him to the bar and gestures the bartender for another drink. While leaning past the guardsman, and whispers in his ear, "I can help, and I'm not a civilian. Come drink from The Grail, and Bogomil will make everything better. I'll see you soon." Leaning back from the bar, Bogomil continues his trip around the room. Stopping beside the crying man, he pulls up a seat, and says, "What's the trouble friend, perhaps Lliira can help?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 27, 2015 21:23:28 GMT -5
Rupert leans back, "Then I suppose we do." He looks about the table, and gets nods and agreements from the rest of the group. "In that case it is settled, we will meet here tomorrow morning..." He trails off looking at the Lightbringer, then adds, "...an hour past dawn." The Lightbringer smiles, and Silvia rolls her eyes. You can tell that something just passed through the group, but it's hard to see what that could have been. Rupert stands, covering a yawn with his fist, "Until the morning then, I for one would like to be well rested for the events of tomorrow." The Lightbringer slides out of the booth after Rupert, "I will be retiring as well I'm afraid." Shale raises a hand to a passing server, indicating that two more drinks be brought to the table. Silvia seems lost, looking intently at the map, but you're not sure she's really seeing anything.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 27, 2015 22:16:37 GMT -5
When you sit beside the dark haired man, he is just continuously repeating apologies, blubbering them out. Any attempts to conversate with this man are just bits and pieces of I'm sorrys and self pity. Soon after another man with lighter hair shows up to take him home and after a short conversation (your persuasion of 18 at work) you find out his name his Herald and he's the husband of the blacksmith near the docks. Once they're gone you take your seat.
After a while you are joined by the guard. As he takes his seat he seems guarded at first but after some light conversation (and a couple drinks) he curses in Orcish abut his commander. "Why should I hav'ta keep quiet, eeh? I mean, I was just investigating some disturbance near the marshland and Boom! In she comes laughing like a madman cursing this and that about the Somerset's. Blasting spells left and right. I barely get outta there with all me skin and when i tell the Commander hes all hush hush and tellin me to forget it happened! How do you forget somethin' like that? Is he off his rocker!? Whatever, probably have some Somerset cronies or somethin' in tomorrow mornin' to wipe her out anyway" As he talks he thrashes this way and that, getting more and more upset till he finally just slumps down into his chair. After a short moment he speaks up. "Y'know Bogy. Your a real pal lettin' me get all this off my chest, i shoulda come to you first all the other guards talk so highly of ya" he slides over to you and gives you a hug, passing out in the process. You also note for as drunk as he apparently was, he could talk pretty clearly.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 27, 2015 22:37:31 GMT -5
Orellow bids them both a goodnight. He assumes the strange meeting time is for morning salutations or prayers to the sun god. Then, when they're gone he turns his attention to the remaining two. "Miss DeRosa, might I have your company for a bit? No offence to you Mister Foreststrider but I wish to discuss a certain matter with Miss DeRosa in private if at all possible" He smiles and nods his head toward the stairs. "Im off to get acquainted with my room for tonight" He walks off. Heading to Old Borris to pay for the room and drink and then up the stairs to his room, grabbing his backpack along the way.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 28, 2015 12:31:15 GMT -5
Bogomil questions the fellow with the light hair, gently prodding to find out the following information: What Herald has to apologize about? The name of the blacksmith shop? The lighter haired man's name? Where he can be found tomorrow? With those questions asked, he offers, "Take good care of your friend, I will be by tomorrow evening to check on him, and see if I can't offer him any assistance." He holds the mans eyes, ensuring that he knows the truth of his words. Smiling warmly, he nods, and turns back to his table.
'Who is this she?' Bogomil wonders, but wants to wait until he's finished speaking before asking about her. 'A laughing mad woman caster eh? One cursing my family at that. Interesting. Embros might just have to introduce himself to this woman in the marshland.' As the guard falls asLeep, Bogomil sighs< speaking up so those closest can hear, "Another man finds rest in unburdening his troubles upon the Goddess." Staggering to his feet, Bogomil throws the guards arm over his shoulder. Looking to Old Borris, he asks, "His place is the third one in on the right, just up the hill is it not?" Whether he is right or not, Bogomil carries the man home. "Make sure my friend there is safe until I get back would you?" He asks of the first serving maid he sees.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 28, 2015 12:43:17 GMT -5
Shale looks hard at you for a moment, a warning look, but he nods as Silvia begins to stand. Silvia moves very close to you, craning her neck to look you in the eyes, "If you mean to discuss something, than I will spare you a few minutes. If you mean to make a move on me, than I want you to know I have a few moves of my own." You feel something sharp pressing into the studded leather near your navel, and come to realize that Silvia has drawn a dagger. With her literal point made, she polishes off her fresh drink as you get your key from Old Borris, and follows you upstairs. Once upstairs, she pushes past you into your room, moves to the center and spins on you, "What did you want to discuss." She twists the last word, like she's not sure you actually wanted to discuss anything. There she stands in the center of your room, both hands on dagger hilts at her hips. She couldn't look any more impatient, unless she started to tap her foot.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 28, 2015 14:40:10 GMT -5
When you inquire the young man, Steven is his name, he works for Hareld's wife as her assitant and brother while he (Herald) handles book keeping at the Fisherman's Forge where they work. As for why Herald's innsuch a state he can only shrug his shoulders. "Have not a clue, bogo. But dis is been 'is routine for da last couple o' monts. Payment rolls in and hes off ta da Tavy. I tried asking 'im bout it and hes got neither memory. Sis says leave 'im be so I does." after stating that Herald and him will probably be at the forage he leaves with his brother-in-law in tow.
You bring the man home with little trouble. Easily finding neighbors or kind folks to guide you if you get turned around. After dropping him off at his humble abode you return to the tavern without incident.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Apr 28, 2015 14:57:23 GMT -5
Orellow is disinterested in the angry girl in the center of his room. Whistling as he looks around. "Nicest place Ive been in a long time" He comments and walks over by the bed tossing his bag down and laying his sword and shield against it and then he unbuckles the belt holding his sleeping bag to his back side and gently sets it down on his pillow, brushing what little dirt there is on it. He then turns on his heel to face Silvia. "You do not seem the type to beat around the bush nor the type to speak of your feelings so I will be blunt" Orellows expression is a grimly serious one as he continues. "You frighten me. And your little display downstairs did not instill that fear. No. That fear stems from your twisted expression at the mere mention of that Bear. What I wish to discuss isnt plans for you to warm my bed. It is for my own peace of mind that we manage this feat without losing another life" He walks up staring into her eyes (18 and yes, im serious another one +6 Insight). "Now I need to know that you will follow through with my plan and keep yourself out of death's grip. Because if you will not, you will endanger everyone else"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 28, 2015 15:35:16 GMT -5
Once Bogomil has the guardsman home, he strips him of his equipment, belt, and boots. Laying the man's belongings in a neat pile within sight of the bed. Before heading back to the tavern, Bogomil searches the guardsmans home. Bogomil is very careful to make sure everything he touches ends up back where it belongs. 'Guardsmen tend to have keys, hopefully I can find them.' Bogomil thinks as he searches. If he finds any keys, he presses them into wax so he can copy them later. If Bogomil finds any papers, he reads through them quickly, looking for anything that he can use against the guardsman or someone else corresponding with him. Even if he finds anything of value, Bogomil just makes a mental note and leaves it behind.
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