New Campaign: Athelos Darkening

Post by **Bob the Hamster** » Sun Apr 22, 2012 3:12 am

Beardthar wrote:Yes, sorry, let's go.

Beardthar shakes the rod as if he is extinguishing a torch

Gizmog · Post by **Gizmog** » Sun Apr 22, 2012 3:21 am

Spittle gathers his equipment and puts on his armor, thanking the halfling as he does so and Ileran too for good measure. He nods his agreement to the gnome and is clearly ready to go... but doesn't want to be the first to leave. This is why Spittle quit attending cocktail parties.

Newbie Newtype · Post by **Newbie Newtype** » Sun Apr 22, 2012 12:10 pm

Peanut gathers the bow and armor he wants, and quickly scurries up to exit with the others.

BMR · Post by **BMR** » Sun Apr 22, 2012 2:57 pm

The seneschal watches as everyone leaves the castle. Once outside, you are escorted past the portcullis and the wall. The guards resume their posts, and make it rather clear through intimidating body-language, that your return is not yet quite welcome.

Right now, you can go through the city and buy whatever it is you need, head for the inn recommended by the seneschal, head for some other inn, or head for the temple.

Of course, you could always just ignore the curse and head off in a completely different direction.

Newbie Newtype · Post by **Newbie Newtype** » Sun Apr 22, 2012 7:34 pm

Peanut would take in the air, but only if it is fresh. If it is awful air, he has one more reason not to enjoy the country he is in. "I'm ready to eat!" He says, his way of letting others know that he is ready for an inn.

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 1:01 am

Tim-Tim looks about at his haggard party. They're all either nursing minor injures, busy trying to adjust to their new equipment, or slightly confused by the situation they've found themselves in. Though he hates the idea of spending more time in this town that enslaved him, he hates the idea of being ambushed and killed even more. Thus, he not only goes to the INN the little halfing is urging the party towards, he uses his charismatic ways to silently usher the rest of the his distracted companions to the INN for the night.

Once there he gets himself a nice cozy room, studies his spell leaflet that was tucked safely into his inner robe pocket and then he goes to bed, letting his magical frog sleep on the pillow next to him.

Post by **Mogri** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 1:41 am

Holy Saint Akbar al-Akbar feels like he should take charge of this ragtag group. "To the inn!" he proclaims, raising his sword aloft in what might be (but probably is not) the actual direction of the inn.

BMR · Post by **BMR** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:21 am

Your party makes its way past the roads and houses. Asking for occasional directions, you arrive at the inn the the seneschal recommended. It's made mostly of wood, but the floor is at least tiled with cut stone so it's not too damp. It doesn't look like a fine establishment, but it looks clean enough.

There are around seven tables in the room, each with four chairs surround it. The place is lit with lanterns, and the east wall features a fireplace with a roaring fire. It's warm inside, a bit stuffy, but nothing unbearable. The western side of the room features a long bar where a couple of men sit in animated conversation over a bottle of ale each. A large, hulking, behemoth of a man is behind the bar cleaning glasses. He's easily seven feet tall, and the massive muscles on him show that he's probably not just an innkeeper and that he doubles as the bouncer as well.

Knowledge (Nature) (1d20 + Ranks + INT)

Akbar: 1 + 0 + -1 = 0 Fail
Beardthar: 19 + 6 + 1 = 26 Success
Peanut: 13 + 5 + 2 = 20 Success
Spittle: 2 + 5 + 1 = 8 Fail
Tim-Tim: 19 + 0 + 1 = 20 Success

He's probably not a Man at all actually, you guess he's a half-giant, or perhaps a half-ogre.

He sees your party enter and grunts in acknowledgement. He motions you to a table, and when you're seated, he walks over to you and says:

Innkeeper wrote:Well, what can I get for you gentlemen?

Spot (1d20 + Ranks + WIS)

Akbar: 15 + 0 + 1 + 1 = 17 Success
Beardthar: 11 + 5 + 3 = 19 Success
Peanut: 3 + 5 + 1 = 9 Fail
Spittle: 19 + 5 + 0 = 24 Success
Tim-Tim: 9 + 0 + 3 = 12 Fail

You notice he has a bracelet on his left wrist, it has an amethyst set into it. It's smaller, but still similar to the one the seneschal had around his neck.

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:54 am

Tim-Tim wrote:I'll take a room for the night, please.

BMR · Post by **BMR** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:01 am

Innkeeper wrote:Hrmph... Well, we can squeeze your entire group into one of our larger rooms, that'll be two gold pieces a night, three if you want food and drink with it. If you want two smaller rooms, grand total will be four gold pieces a night.

Newbie Newtype · Post by **Newbie Newtype** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:35 am

Peanut shifts his eyes and holds up his hand flat to shield his voice and whispers to whoever party member is next to him to hear, "...I think that bracelet means they're watching us."

Not planning on causing trouble even if they weren't watched, Peanut orders himself some food and whatever they have in their brewery that has that distinctive cheap taste. He would proceed to agree with whatever the party finds the best room arrangement and chip in if asked to.

Spoonweaver · Post by **Spoonweaver** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 4:22 am

Tim-Tim wrote:Either one's fine. Pay the man guys.

Post by **Bob the Hamster** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:39 pm

Beardthar had not realized until now how hungry and tired he is.

Beardthar wrote:Who has the money, friends?

And then by way of making conversation, he smiles and asks the bartneder

Beardthar, politely, but without any tact wrote:Oh! Nice bracelet! Are you a friend of Seneschal Ileran too?

BMR · Post by **BMR** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 2:52 pm

The innkeeper's eyes narrow, as if in anger, but then his features soften and he says:

innkeeper wrote:You must be new then. Those of us here connected to the seneschal rarely, if ever, talk about him in the open, and I suggest you do the same. But in answer, yes, I am a friend of his, or as close to a friend as he can have I suppose. He save my life once though, but that was decades ago. I was just a young scallywag back then, green around the gills and new to adventuring. Couldn't have been much more than eighteen I suppose. This was before he settled down in Aeleon, and I was part of his adventuring company in search of some treasure or the other. It didn't go too well, we were ambushed by mohrgs in this one temple, three of us died right away. Ileran managed to hold off a couple of them while Jimen, she was our cleric, held off another three. Jimen didn't make it, but Ileran held them off long enough to make sure I escaped with my life. I'm ashamed to say that when he told me to run, I didn't think twice and I high-tailed out of there as fast as I could. I thought he was long-dead, but not a week later, I stumbled across what I thought was his body. He'd been blinded by the mohrg's tongues, and he was almost too weak to move. I brought him here, to Aeleon, and helped nurse him back to health. I've been loyal to him ever since.

He leans in close, face just inches away from Beardthar.

[qupte="Innkeeper"]And I'm telling the story, so that you know just what kind of person you're dealing with. I would give my life for Ileran, as would many of the people here. Consider it fair warning.[/quote]

He stands up again, and smiles.

Innkeeper wrote:Don't take it the wrong way though, little dwarf, but we here always find it best to inform people right away about just how serious we all are. It helps avoid any needless trouble down the road.

Gizmog · Post by **Gizmog** » Wed Apr 25, 2012 3:33 pm

Spittle decides to save his boozing for breakfast, and gently nudges the halfling to remind him he has the money.