I thought Jhod didn't know where the temple was because we hadn't told him yet? If I remember right that's one of the main reasons why we came back to Oleg's, but however he found out, he knows now and that's all that matters.
Since it's getting late and everyone is probably tired, Halloran decides to talk to Kressle and Happs in the morning, during breakfast.
Is there room in the bunkhouse? or is Halloran laying his bedroll out under the stars?
Kira sits atop her horse, fully armed and armored. Her whip was strapped to her right side, and her rapier to her left. She had a simple brown cloak draped over the shoulders of her studded armor, and a dark green scarf which kept much of her hair in check while the wind blew across the hills and plains. The last few miles to “Oleg’s Trading Post,” were uneventful, but the stories of bandits that cover these lands kept Kira on edge.
Hello! she called out, responding to this new man, hands covered with the preparation of the mid-day meal. My name is Kira, and I’m glad to have met someone so friendly as soon as walking through the gates.
Kira dismounted from her brown mare, and stood before this new acquaintance. A breeze flowed through the open area at Oleg, and tugged at her dark black hair behind her which was not held tight to her head by her dark green scarf. I’ve heard tales of some brave people, willing to carve out a piece of civilization in this rough land. Those stories say that they make camp here at Oleg’s when they are not exploring or taming the land. Do you happen to know if these brave ones are here? I hope that I could assist them with my general skills, although I’m sure my meager experience would pale in comparison to theirs. While speaking, she kept looking around, hoping to see a tall, strong, experienced man which would command her respect. Perhaps even a father-figure, but she only had non-descript rumors to go off of so she doesn’t know what to find.
Wow, no interview or anything... I hope this entire endeavor is this easy
Did they leave as in go somewhere else, or leave as in "shuffled off this mortal coil?
Seeing both Elaine and Alkaid joining Halloran, Kira asks, are you three what remains of your charter?
Alerienne lags a bit behind Kira, as she's travelling on foot, but seems perfectly content in the company of the donkey padding along behind her. Heading in through the gate of the trading post, she looks around, spying the stables and calling out, "Hello there! I'm looking for stabling for my donkey here, and a proper bed for the evening." Her long cloak is a faded shade of once-black, but is pushed back behind her shoulders, showing off a simple shirt of chain mail worn over wool and leather clothes, Pharasma's Spiral dangling from a chain around her neck, the silver shining in the sun.
Approaching the small gathering that seem to have formed and recognizing one as the rider who passed her not an hour before, she tugs on her donkey's leash, urging him to follow her on over to see about lodging.
More or less,Halloran says, wiping off his hands before offering one to Kira.
A number of people have come to Oleg's since the charter was first posted, most have left of their own volition, the latest of which was an elven ranger named Silstaren.
Shaking his head with a sigh, he says, He was here longer than most, but eventually wanderlust overtook him, he left yesterday.
Only one person has actually died so far, a gnome named Buckwell, killed by a giant trapdoor spider. Halloran says with a shudder.
Recovering himself, he turns back to Kira,A second one almost got me too, fortunately my companions were able to come to my aid before it could finish me off. And speaking of companions I've forgotten to make introductions, I am Halloran, he says placing a hand on his chest and bowing slightly,and these are Elaine and Alkaid. he says gesturing to each in turn.
Turning to Alerienne as she approaches, Halloran spots her holy symbol and gives her a wide grin and an even deeper bow, Welcome Priestess! we should be able to find lodging for both you and your donkey, it will be good to have a servant of the Lady of Graves here.
Halloran's smile is quickly replaced by the look of someone who has just remembered something, he had forgotten, throwing a guilty look at Alkaid he hastens to say, Not that you haven't done an excellent job as our party cleric, Alkaid. But it can't hurt to add an extra priest to the group, that is he says turning back to Alerienne, if that's why you're here lady? You are a priestess of Pharasma, and you hope to join the charter, correct? he asks.
Alerienne curls her right hand into a loose fist and moves it in a spiralling motion over her heart as she hears of Buckwell's poor fate, then returns Halloran's bow, replying, "My Lady guides me to wherever She deems I am needed. I am Alerienne Sakharov, out of eastern Rostland. Well met."
Stepping closer still so as to properly join the conversation, she examines Elaine, Halloran, and Kira, before continuing, "You are... adventurers then? I had heard that the Swordlords had chartered several groups to properly explore and perhaps even settle these lands. I cannot imagine that Regent Noleski would approve, but I am no experienced politician." She smiles and gestures around at the fort, clearly converted to use as a trading post, "It seems that these lands cannot be entirely unsettled if they have goods to trade and people to trade them. Are the locals friendly?"
I guess you could call us "adventurers", Halloran says with a wry smile.
At the very least we don't have another source of regular income at the moment. As for these lands being "settled" and the locals "friendly", he says with heavy irony,I'm afraid it's not quite that simple.
Halloran gestures around the fort, Currently, you are standing in Oleg's trading post, quite possibly the only form of civilization within a hundred miles. They haven't been doing much trading lately, because until a couple of weeks ago they were being extorted by a local bandit gang. I was part of the original group who responded to the Swordlords charter, we defeated the gang and brought them here, and Alkaid convinced them to pursue more legitimate forms of employment. So trade might be picking up in the near future, if it hasn't already.
Our hosts are Oleg and Svetlana, if they are visible Halloran points them out, if not he gives a description of them. If you need to purchase anything, or just want a meal they're the ones to talk to. The stables are over there and the bunkhouse is over there, he gestures at each building accordingly.
There are 4 guards stationed here at the fort, their leader is Kesten Garess, their the ones who have weapons and armor. The rest of the people here are Alkaid's "lost sheep" or reformed bandits, they resisted coming here at first, but they haven't given us any trouble since.
As for the rest of the locals, there is a hermit named Bokken who makes potions, he lives over that way. Halloran points to the East.
Apparently, a tribe of kobolds live in the area, we've met some of them, introduced ourselves and parted on reasonably good terms, but that's about it. A cleric of Erastil named Jhod Kavken has recently moved into an old temple that we located for him, and we've seen signs of fairies, though we haven't met them yet. Aside from that the only thing we've encountered is the local wildlife, our dealings with things we can't talk to have been a good deal more violent.
That about sums up what I know of the area we've explored so far, any questions? Halloran looks at the newcomers inquisitively.
The tiefling had been silent up to this point, his eyes observing the new acquaintances with a visible intensity.
Dismounting from his horse, he sports a massive frame, apparenty not weighed down in its movements by the gear, armour, or polearm he carries.
His light brown irises are flecked with red - as if flames danced in his eyes, while his blond reddish hair seems to show the same tint. He stares momentarily at the group, his tail snapping behind him as if it had a life of his own, an undeniable testament to his fiendish heritage - but his visage softens, as well as the grip on the polearm he holds on his left hand, while he extends his right one to greet Halloran with a smile - "Well met friend - I am Helgash, and much like my travelling companions, have been following the information that one of the chartered groups had decided to head in this direction - I guess the details were correct, since here you are"
As they exchange a strong handshake, his clothing dislocates somewhat, revealing a longsword symbol around his neck, crested by a stylized depiction of a shining Sun - "It is unfortunate that your companion has met with such a demise, but I congratulate you on having brough this banditry under control, and even more so at offering them the opportunity for repentance" - he nods gravely - "Oleg and Svetlana, I believe those were the names you have indicated, would be the owners of this trading post? I would enjoy meeting them, and present myself appropriately since I am on their property" - he adds.