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[DerelictionOfSanity]

Drec

The old woman’s laughter gurgles like a brook. “Well, I suppose I did tell you to be cautious. Ehlonna expects nothing more than your best effort to defend her forests wherever you may be. As you can see, even in the midst of the city, her presence can be found. If you are sincere in your belief and your efforts, it matters not where you travel. You shall carry the woodlands within yourself.”

 

[Brains123]

Thor seeing the clerk is busy at the moment strolls into the smithy. Walking up to the mountain of a man he waits for a opening in the conversation before interupting.

"Hello kind fellow I was wondering if anyone around here could add spikes to my banded mail. If you let me learn a few skills of the trade while its done I would be willing to throw in a few more gold as well."

 

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Thor

The man speaks first to his assistant. "Set that to anneal, Tasha. Then work on the chain links for a while." Turning to Thor, he looks him up and down. "Good afternoon, sir. I'm Irlik. I can most certainly add spikes to your armor for 50 gold pieces, though you'll have to leave the suit with us for a week. If you'd like to come watch and learn, that's fine. It'll be another 5 gold for lessons for the week, since I'm not looking for an apprentice, but if you're willing to help with the scutwork in the mornings, I'll skip that fee and knock a gold or two off of the price of the spikes. Maybe even five, if you're a really quick study and make yourself useful enough. What do you say, bearded one?"

 

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Drec

IC: "I see, this may take some training and skill. Perhaps some one can guide me on this path. So I may understand how to best further the cause."

 

[Brains123]

Thor nods slowly at the man takeing in what he had just said.

"If I give you my armor to add spikes to it could I possable get a loaner in the meantime. I could manage to add another 10 gold to the 50 if you do. Cant see a dwarf going around a full week without any protection now can ya? I could stop in from time to time during the week for the lessons if you dont mind. I'll give you a hand around here when I do stop in...if you dont feel its enough I'll pay you the 5 gold."

 

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Thor

He looks at you carefully. "I think I might have some scale mail that would fit you in the back room. I don't do a lot of dwarven armor, so I'm afraid that I haven't got anything better in your shape. Even so, if I lend you the armor, I'll have to ask for payment in advance. You don't seem like the type to run off with it, but if you're an adventurer, you might manage to get yourself killed within a week."

 

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Drec

"Very well, young one. If you wish for guidance, guidance is what you shall have."

The room begins to grow hazy around the two of you and you find yourself unable to look away from her eyes which are green, green like leaves and forest pools. You find your consciousness drawn into those eyes as you lose awareness of your surroundings and keep falling forwards. You come to yourself in a grove of ancient oaks. You have nothing with you and are clothed only in a simple outfit of forest green. A flash of white interrupts your vision and you find yourself looking at a unicorn, a unicorn with ancient green eyes. It keeps eye contact for a moment before nodding briefly and turning away from you. It walks slowly, and looks back at you expectantly.

 

[Brains123]

Thor agrees with the man and starts to strip off his armor. He waits patiently for the scale mail before handing him 60 gold and his banded mail. Climbing into the slightly bigger armor he grunts with frustration before he finally manages. Shakeing hands with the giant fellow the deal is complete and Thor seems happy that his armor is going to receieve the upgrade.

"Well friend our buisness is done. Do you happen to know where a dwarf could get a good dwarven ale around here?"

 

[BrnEyedGrl83]

It was a dark and stormy night...

IC:

somewhere else in the world. But right here, at the Silver Charger inn, everything was just a normal evening with plenty of drinking going on. L'oh Dadam casually made her way to the bar. Dressed in simple, dirty clothes that looked like she had been walking for quite some time, she reveiled her curly brown hair came down just past her shoulders by pulling back the hood of her dark brown cloak. Letting her pack thunk lifelessly next to her, L'oh sat on a stool and let her sapphire blue eyes grab the barkeep's attention.

"I'd like to stay here for the night," she said. "I'll take whatever this will give me."

She klinked out two silver pieces on the bar for payment, hoping it would be acceptable, then pulled out a trail ration and began to eat it.

 

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Thor

The smith shrugs. "The local tavern serves a decent ale and it's just down the street. If you want a dwarven brew, you'll probably have to go someplace fancier. Unless something has changed, all the dwarven ale has to be brought in by wagonloads from the north. There's a fair amount of theft and banditry on the way down, so only the better establishments can afford the increased price. Also, the head of the brewers' guild is a daft fool if ever I saw one. He tries to dissuade elves and dwarves from setting up shop in the city."

 

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L'Oh

The innkeeper looks at the two silvers. "For that? All I can give you is a bunk in the public room with a small locker for your things." Taking in your appearance, he looks clearly dubious as to whether you actually have anything worth putting in a locker. "If you'd like to take the dirt off, you can wash up in the bathing area, but you'll have to pull your own water. You can give your coins to my wife and she'll pass you the key to your locker." He indicates a rather pretty woman serving food further down the bar and waddles off towards the kitchen.

 

[Brains123]

"Well then could you point me to one of the fancy bars you describe. Nothing goes in this belly less then a strong dwarven ale. "

He waits for the answer before nodding his thanks and heading off to find the bar.

 

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Thor

Irlik frowns in thought. "The new place near the river pier in this district is supposed to be good. They call themselves 'The Golden Tankard' and I believe that one of the proprietors is a dwarf. I figure that she would stock dwarven products if anyone would. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning if you're serious about helping out." With that, he turns back to his apprentice and starts instructing her on how to join links for chainmail.

 

[Brains123]

Thor heads off and asks several people on the way which way The Golden Tankard lay. Hopeing to drink a few mug fulls of hardy dwarf brew he hurries as fast as his short legs could carry him. Hopeing to spend a night in the area of the bar he intends to help the blacksmith in the morning....but first some ale.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

Thor

The golden tankard is easy to find thanks to the smith's directions. It sits by the riverside, and a large yellow tankard hangs over the door. Inside, the place is nicely appointed and a roaring fire burns in the hearth, even this early in the afternoon. A portion of the bar has been lowered for the convenience of the shorter customers and a group of gnomes are sitting there, drinking and talking about springs and other widgets. The barkeep has her back to you and is washing out mugs. Her hair is brown and thickly braided and she wears dwarven festival clothes. A pair of heavy maces hang in plain sight over her head and she pauses in her washing to reach up and pat one fondly.

 

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Drec:

IC: Well this was completely unforseen. I consider walking after the unicorn, but before look around and make sure I am in no imedate danger. Finding none I fallow behind the unicorn patiently waiting for what comes next.

 

[Brains123]

Thor walks into the tavern eagerly takeing in the various surroundings and strange people. Heading for the bar he checks out the racks of ales before finally calling the barkeep.

"Hello there...I would like one of your finest dwarven ales please."

 

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Drec

As you follow the unicorn, you gradually become able to walk without disturbing the underbrush, gaining more comfort with nature. The unicorn leads you towards a clearing where it vanishes. A group of deer are grazing in the clearing. Suddenly, you see a pair of red eyes looking at them from across the clearing.

 

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Thor

The barkeep turns around. "The finest dwarven ale?", she asks. "That'll be 3 silvers for a tankard. Moradin himself would drink it." Looking at your battle-worn appearance, she grins. "There's also some of the regular dwarven stuff for a silver a tankard. I won't even bother offering you the swill that they call ale in this city. It's a far cry from the mountains of home. My name is Griselda, by the way." She gifts you with a roguish wink and waits for her money.

 

[Brains123]

Thor hands Griselda a gold piece as she studies his appearance. He smiles at her and chuckles as she introduces herself. He responds quickly and proudly while takeing a seat at the bar in front of her.

"The gold piece should last at least a few hours of drinking. My name be Thor, the mightest dwarven fighter around."

He laughs at the thought amd waits for his tankard of fine dwarven ale.

 

[DerelictionOfSanity]

Thor

Griselda chuckles mildly at Thor's comment as she fills a vessel for him. The ale looks lovely, dark brown and very smooth. She also pours generously, avoiding a large builup of foam on top.

Looking sort of wistful, she sighs, "It's a very big city. You'd have to be mighty indeed to be the greatest fighter or even the greatest dwarven fighter. Still, tis a pleasure to meet you, Thor."

 

[Brains123]

Thor picks up the mug and drinks the ale in heavly. He finishes nearly a third in one gulp before slamming it back down on the bar.

"Now thats some good dwarven ale. Its indeed it a big city, but dont you worry I can take the lot of them. With my finely crafted dwarven weaponary nothing could stop me."

He laughs loudly before finishing another third of the mug.

"Tis a pleasure to meet such a nice of a lady as you and one with fine ale to that."

With that he finishes the first mug and slams it down onto the bar.

 

[cats]

Drec:

IC: I was unsure where the unicorn went or what the eyes were. For that matter I was unsure what I even was doing here or where here was. But one thing was certin and that was I needed more information. I looked around for a couple of things, what the eyes were and if they were alone, where the unicorn was, and a good stick I could use as a club or Quarter staff.

OOC: At some point I need to buy a tower sheild, and some hide armor.

 

[Elayne]

Looking over the Mage's Guildhall, Leanna turns to her sponsor and shrugs. "I believe I'd like to stay here and look over the grounds a little more," she said.

Leanna then set about putting the old woman out of her mind for the moment. She visited the library, getting a feel for the lay out of the guild halls, then went to the journeyman's quarters, exploring them a bit.

 

[BrnEyedGrl83]

L'oh

IC:

"Thank you, sir," L'oh replies to the innkeeper, "but I'd preffer to keep my stuff with me." Leaning in, she whispers, "You never can tell when you just need to go, you know?"

Then, she finishes her "meal", picks up her bag and coins, and walks over to the woman he indicated.

"I was told you were the master of coins around here," L'oh says to her. "Here's my silvers, I don't think I'll be needing the lockbox, and could you direct me to the washroom? I don't suppose I could hope for hot water, or at least anything warm-ish?"

OOC:

Hello fellow gamers! I appreciate you letting me join your campaign. Can't wait to meet your characters. I'd ask you all about them now, but I believe for the sake of the story I'll wait. Better RP in my book. Also, I've been trying to find an icon/picture I could use for my character. Anyone know of a good spot to look?