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December 26th Update

Here you are. Dirty, dusty, and overall very tired. But you finally made it to Red Larch.

Red Larch is a little town on the Long Road, a few days' travel north of Waterdeep and south of Tartar. It's a way station for caravans coming to or from the cities of the North, with only one inn, the Swinging Sword.

And important delegation from the city of Miramar disappeared in the nearby Sumber Hills. The whole town is also abuzz with news and rumors of fierce raiders, roaming monsters, suspicious strangers, and unseasonable weather.

But its already the afternoon, an having just arrived in town accommodations must be made or you'll be sleeping in the streets. As such you find yourselves at the Town's local tavern, the Helm at Highsun. You've identified each other as people of interest, especially since its a full house tonight and the barmaid has seen fit to seat you all around one crowded table.


Deep Gnome Rogue (thief) 5 | HP = 26/40| AC = 14 | Init +3 | Per +3
Sneak:
[dice=Sneak Attack]3d6[/dice]
Daggers:
[dice=Dagger]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=dammage]1d4+4[/dice]
Shortswords:
[dice=Short Sword]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=damage]1d6+4[/dice]
Bow:
[dice=Bow]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=damage]1d6+4[/dice]

Before the barmaid could leave, Abu will ask for a class an ale. "Something sweet, if you have anything like that." he looks around at those gathered at the table. "Greetings."

you can tell he is a little weary about you all and despite the smile he trying to muster, he isn't having much luck with it.


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

Noticing the look in some of the others eyes at the table. He can see there are those that have the look of fated adventures, tired souls but fierce and ready.

He recently found himself growing the same way. Worry tickling his mind, his drive to save his home from even more darkness he finally set out to find others to see what could be done.

In a gruff fluid manner much like that of an elven accent, "greetings deep one, and to the rest of you." slightly bowing his head in the direction of Abu and then toward the others.


HP 58 | AC 21 | Saves: str +3 | dex +5 | con +6 | int +0 | wis +1 | cha +1 Human Fighter 5

"Evening all."


AC 16| HP 10/38 | Init. +1 | Perception +4 | Passive Perception 14 | 15/15 Lay On Hands HP pool |34/4 1st level spell slots | 1/2 2nd level spell slots |

Hello to you all.
Jamenas leans back in his seat. His eyes dart around, as if looking for trouble. He clutches his holy symbol in one hand.


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

"I have been traveling in the woods of late and it seems to be... somewhat darker. Have any of you had any similar experiences?" Trying to be casual not relaying the true depth of evil that he sensed taking over in his forest... his essence... his soul....


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

A heavily armored dwarf clad in chain mail, wearing the holy symbol of Moradin on his neck, with a shield and quarterstaff on his back thumps into the tavern. He looks like he has traveled for a long while. He goes to the nearest table(which happens to be the crowded one you're all sitting on), clumps down on his seat.

"Barmaid, bring me an ale. The house finest!" He hollers, before turning to the rest of the table. "Greetings all. Moradin bless, I've been in my boots the whole day. Sure as hell have worked out quite a thirst."

"Yes, dark deeds are happening all around. I happen to be on the hunt for one human named Bastian Thermandar. He hurt me clan, and I ain't gonna let him get away hurting anyone else."

"If anyone of you have word of him, bring it to me, and I'll owe you a big one. Will put a friendly word with the rest of Clan Ironfist for you too."

You know, this is the first time I've ever rolled a dwarf, even counting Pathfinder experiences? Lol.


Human Male Wizard (Abjurer) 3 | HP = 17/20 | AC = 11 | Init +1 | Per +3 Str -1, Dex +1, Con +3, Int +3, Wis +1, Cha +0

Vikral looks like a cross between a sailor and a wizard, his clothes make it clear that he hails from the north as they are too heavy in fabric to be from the south. His colorful jacket hangs off of the back of his chair. Sweat covers his furrowed brow, as if he is exhausted from some exertion this day.

"Indeed dark deeds mar the Realms from land to sea these days it seems. I too have experienced loss recently with the sinking of my Captain's ship and the loss of many good men".


HP 58 | AC 21 | Saves: str +3 | dex +5 | con +6 | int +0 | wis +1 | cha +1 Human Fighter 5

"That's weird, Bastian. I took a job hunting a rich girl who ran off to these parts to take her back to her pa."

Darwin pauses for a bit, then says "oh, name's Darwin by the way."


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

Dessarin looks like an aged human. Very ugly for a half elf, pocked face. His wrinkles do not belong on the young face, but alas they are there...

"I am Dessarin, a pleasure." He tips his head with on movement, implying the gesture toward all at the table.

Turning the information in his head he tries to begin to make some meaning of so much darkness. Is the world this tainted or is it just chance that those who are touched by it have come together?


Human Male Wizard (Abjurer) 3 | HP = 17/20 | AC = 11 | Init +1 | Per +3 Str -1, Dex +1, Con +3, Int +3, Wis +1, Cha +0

"If the time for introductions has come, I am Vikral".

He seems to want to say more but holds back, after all these men are strangers to a man, how does he know he can trust them>?


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

"Don't mistake me for that murderer, Bastian."He growls. "My name is Krogar." He holds out his hand to shake,


AC 16| HP 10/38 | Init. +1 | Perception +4 | Passive Perception 14 | 15/15 Lay On Hands HP pool |34/4 1st level spell slots | 1/2 2nd level spell slots |

Jamenas stares at Krogar, unblinking.
If it is vengeance you seek, Krogar, I shall lend both my sword arm and my druidic heritage to your cause.
Jamenas clutches his holy symbol tighter.
Hoar, grant this sir dwarf and I the power to mete out justice against the murderer he is hunting.
After finishing his small prayer, Jamenas greets the group.
My name is Jamenas. I am pursuing members of a cult, for vengeance and to protect what is left of the natural world.


HP 58 | AC 21 | Saves: str +3 | dex +5 | con +6 | int +0 | wis +1 | cha +1 Human Fighter 5

"My apologies. Let me buy you a round."

Damian shakes Krogar's hand. "I don't know much about rising darkness or the like, but I can tell you that as a sellsword, I've been pretty busy recently."


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

"All's forgiven. Can't expect a human to be that precise, you don't live fer more than a hundred. At least ye know about Dwarven customs of sharin ale."He brushes it off.

"Good man." He claps Jamenas on his shoulder, enthusiatically. "Get him a round on me!" He hollers for the barmaid.


December 26th Update

Kroger's yell seems to attract some attention, and a few raise their glasses in his direction in camaraderie.

"Two rounds already!" the barmaid exclaims. "My aren't we getting spend tonight! Be right there dearies!"

The lone barmaid is busy setting drinks at another table before rushing off to the back in a swish of skirts and sweat. A few minutes later, she reappears, balancing a half-dozen drinks on a platter on top of her shoulder.

"Five barley stouts," she says as she sets a mug down in front of each of you. "And an Applejack for the little one."

Each drink is nice and cold, the alcohol goes down filling your stomachs with a warm glow.


Deep Gnome Rogue (thief) 5 | HP = 26/40| AC = 14 | Init +3 | Per +3
Sneak:
[dice=Sneak Attack]3d6[/dice]
Daggers:
[dice=Dagger]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=dammage]1d4+4[/dice]
Shortswords:
[dice=Short Sword]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=damage]1d6+4[/dice]
Bow:
[dice=Bow]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=damage]1d6+4[/dice]

Abu listens to everyone around him. "I am Abu, just here to gain some coin and possibly bring down a few silver spooned merchants while I'm at it."

Seeing the applejack placed in front of him, Abu smiles a little. "Thabk you miss.


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

Draining the stouts, Dessarin forgets some of the woes of his life. Cracking a smile for the first time in as long as he can remember.
He spends some time enjoying the company for awhile before he hears a snickering in the back of his mind. Ruining his good time, he remembers why he is here and relaxed inhibitions cause him to purpose a deal.
"I feel almost like we have been pulled here for a reason, we seemed to have sewn ourselves into fates threads by meeting here. I would like to pose an idea... maybe we could placate some of the evil in these lands, as a coterie of sorts." Head tilted down, eyes turned up at the group his voice seems to have picked up a luster at the cliche mention of a party.


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

"Only Darwin and I have stated we're lookimg for someone specific. Hunting evil is a fine thing to do. Any idea where to start, though?" He raises and eyebrow. "We need to find out what signs of evil deeds there are in this region, then root them out. Running around randonly serves no purpose."


AC 16| HP 10/38 | Init. +1 | Perception +4 | Passive Perception 14 | 15/15 Lay On Hands HP pool |34/4 1st level spell slots | 1/2 2nd level spell slots |

I agree. How can we deal justice against villains without knowing where they are.
Jamenas drains his cup and wipes his mouth.
Great drink! Thank you!
He says both to the barmaid and the dwarf.


Human Male Wizard (Abjurer) 3 | HP = 17/20 | AC = 11 | Init +1 | Per +3 Str -1, Dex +1, Con +3, Int +3, Wis +1, Cha +0

"I hunt someone as well. No doubt he has his own minions and I am on a fool's quest for vengeance. Working together perhaps we can attain justice for our disparate causes. I am sure if we stay here for a few days we can pick up a lead on at least one of our... targets... for lack of a better word".


December 26th Update

The barmaid returns with the next round ordered, and wipes the sweat from her brow after she finishes doling them out.

"Alright loves, that'll be 4 coppers a mug, 5 mugs for a round, so I'll need 2 silvers from the both of you by the end of the night, alright?"

She flashes both Darwin and Kroger a smile, and lean over to whisper.

"And I couldn't help but overhear your little conversation. I didn't know them personally, but that caravan that went missing, the delegation I mean, might have some information you were looking for. Well, that is until they went up and vanished didn't they? Some folk around here might know something, depending on who you ask I mean."

She perches above Abu's chair, clearly preferring town gossip over work. If Abu were to look up, he'd be treated by the sight of protruding bodice, an effort to garner more tips for a night's work.


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

"What can you tell us about the the folk who might know about the caravan that went missing?" as he puts six silver pieces pieces in her palm. "Keep the change, it's for the information,"he whispers to her.

I'll edit starting gp


December 26th Update

The barmaid flashes Kroger a smile, and slips the silver into her frock.

"Unfortunately, I spend most of my time here earning a living." she confesses to you all. "But I think one of our regulars might have had a tussle with the delegation's guards. Mind you, not sure if that's why they're gone, but if you ask me fists don't fly for no reason."

She cocks her head towards the countertop where a large, muscular half-orc is chugging down what appears to be her fourth mug. It seems the others are keeping their distance from her as she's in a foul mood.

"She's the only I know of for sure, but if you ask around town I'm sure other's have seen them before they took off. Can I get you anything else dears?"


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

"Thank you kindly mam, I think we are fine for now" Dessarin says with a deep respect. He has not had anyone be polite to him in many years and it was strange what kinds of things being on your own made you miss.

He waits for the barmaid to leave and walks up to the half-orc.

"Well helllloooo," he says in an overly drunken manner placing his elbows on the bar close to hers, "you are one attractive lady and my friends and I would love to buy you more drinks tonight should you lend us your company at our table!" Dessarin nods to his party indicating that the two of them go over there.


Deep Gnome Rogue (thief) 5 | HP = 26/40| AC = 14 | Init +3 | Per +3
Sneak:
[dice=Sneak Attack]3d6[/dice]
Daggers:
[dice=Dagger]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=dammage]1d4+4[/dice]
Shortswords:
[dice=Short Sword]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=damage]1d6+4[/dice]
Bow:
[dice=Bow]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=damage]1d6+4[/dice]

Abu sits back and watches Dessarin's poor acting skills and hopes the woman doesn't hurt him too much.


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

Krogar sighs as he watches Dessarin introduce himself to the lady. He walks over to her table, hoping to clear the confusion. "Forgive my friend's manner. I've heard that you might have some information about the guards of the delegation that went missing." Without mincing words, he continues. "I'm willing to pay for your trouble,"as he shows her two silver pieces.


December 26th Update

The half-orc turns to look at you Dessarin. Her face is hardened from combat, and she sighs and takes another drink before speaking.

"Exaggerated movements and inflections off. Clear sign of faking a drunken stupor. But what gives you away the most is the eyes. Too focused. Easy to tell you're faking it, though the compliment was also an easy tell."

She gives you her full attention, turning her entire massive body to face you. On her hip, a dagger. On her back, a large war maul.

"I'm assuming you got reason to come up and bother me while I'm relaxing. Either you want me for a job or you thought you'd be a brave man to poke big, nasty Zomith to impress your friends. So which is it? Because I can guarantee this conversation's ending is going to depend on your answer."


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

"Neither. We just want all the information you can give about the delegation that went missing. We've been paid to find them, but have no idea where to start." Krogun answers.


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

Apparently being without humanoid contact for years on end makes duplicating their mannerisms more difficult than Dessarin remembered.

"Forgive me lady, though I do fancy a woman able to protect herself."
Embarrassed Dessarin sets himself down where he was earlier, staring into the bottom of his empty mug Hic....

Maybe he was a little drunk.


AC 16| HP 10/38 | Init. +1 | Perception +4 | Passive Perception 14 | 15/15 Lay On Hands HP pool |34/4 1st level spell slots | 1/2 2nd level spell slots |

Jamenas stays quiet during the conversation.
Jamenas sighs.
For torturing that woman with his HORRIBLE acting, Dessarin deserves humiliation.
Jamenas looks at the conversation, but does not involve himself in it.


Human Male Wizard (Abjurer) 3 | HP = 17/20 | AC = 11 | Init +1 | Per +3 Str -1, Dex +1, Con +3, Int +3, Wis +1, Cha +0

Vikral sits back and watches as well. No agreements have been made yet between he and these folk, Though a new bond would be prudent if I am to be successful in my endeavor.


December 26th Update

Zomith joins you all at your table.

"Can't say that's the strangest way to get my attention, though definitely makes the top 3."

She helps herself to one of the mugs, available. She sits as someone who knows they have something others want.

"Alright. So you want information about the delegation right? How much is that worth to you lot?"


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

"I'll pay you 5 silver for your information. Look at it this way, you're just being paid 5 silver just to talk. That's more then fair, methinks. I'll pay you another 5 more if you know where a human named Bastian Thermandar is headed." He replies.


HP 58 | AC 21 | Saves: str +3 | dex +5 | con +6 | int +0 | wis +1 | cha +1 Human Fighter 5

As Dessarin sits back down, Darwin chuckles and says "Don't take it too hard friend. Half-orc women are notoriously fickle about who they are attracted to. Good try none-the-less."

Darwin will then buy Dessarin another round.

As Zomith joins our table, Darwin will just give her a nod. When Korgar mentions the man he's hunting, Darwin will add "I will also give you 5 silver if you've seen a human girl named Savra."


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

"I will give you 5 silver if you teach me to court a half orc woman," Dessarin whispers looking up from his mug as the bar patron comes over. He is perturbed from embarrassment his witticisms coming forth as saltiness to a sailor.


December 26th Update

"Hmm...Tell you what. I'll tell you all I know for a gold piece. Each. Six gold pieces should be plenty worth information."


Human Male Wizard (Abjurer) 3 | HP = 17/20 | AC = 11 | Init +1 | Per +3 Str -1, Dex +1, Con +3, Int +3, Wis +1, Cha +0

"For that price there is something I wish to know as well. A hefty sum..." Vikral frowns at the half-orc.


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

Dessarin gets up to walk outside disgusted with the situation he goes to blow off steam.


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

"Sure. Mind you, I'll pay my share, its up to you guys to pay yours,"as he hands over 1 GP.


Deep Gnome Rogue (thief) 5 | HP = 26/40| AC = 14 | Init +3 | Per +3
Sneak:
[dice=Sneak Attack]3d6[/dice]
Daggers:
[dice=Dagger]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=dammage]1d4+4[/dice]
Shortswords:
[dice=Short Sword]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=damage]1d6+4[/dice]
Bow:
[dice=Bow]1d20+6[/dice] [dice=damage]1d6+4[/dice]

Abu smiles, "Gold is always easy to come by." he produces 1gp as well.


December 26th Update

Zomith watches Dessarin walk off outside

"And that lads is why I'm well regarded as a guard. Spotting fake drunks is only part of the job. Another is making the not serious bugger off right quick."

She leans in a bit.

"A girl's got to eat when she don't have work. If you're planning on telling your buddy out there as well, I'm afraid someone's gonna have to cough up his share."


HP 58 | AC 21 | Saves: str +3 | dex +5 | con +6 | int +0 | wis +1 | cha +1 Human Fighter 5

"He's just having a bad night. He doesn't strike me as someone who drinks very often." says Darwin as he hands her 2 gold coins.


Human Male Wizard (Abjurer) 3 | HP = 17/20 | AC = 11 | Init +1 | Per +3 Str -1, Dex +1, Con +3, Int +3, Wis +1, Cha +0

"Gar Shatterkeel is the man I seek Lady Zomith", he states departing with a good gold coin.


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

Walking outside, feeling a little more in his element. Dessarin takes a deep breath of air. His slow pace relaxes his emotions and with every breath he feels more at ease. The closer to nature he went the more himself he became. Shortly after his opprobrium he begins to head back.


AC 16| HP 10/38 | Init. +1 | Perception +4 | Passive Perception 14 | 15/15 Lay On Hands HP pool |34/4 1st level spell slots | 1/2 2nd level spell slots |

Jamenas puts down the coin
Every thing has a cost.


December 26th Update

Zomith smiles large and wide and quickly pockets the gold.

"Alright, you've paid your dues and I'll tell you all I know. See, I was a guard by trade until a falling out with the caravan I worked for. I was left here as they departed and earn my keep through bets, odd jobs, and the occasional guard work."

She pauses as she takes a sip of ale.

"So when some of the guards on this delegation stop by, sloppy sloppy work ethic mind you, I thought I'd rough em up and teach em a lesson. Course, I didn't do any serious harm, and they left with all their limbs attached."

"As far as a Gar or Savra go, haven't heard or seen anyone of that name. 'fraid that's all the info I have boys."

She begins to laugh loudly at the mixture of looks she must be getting from you. Anger, disbelief, frustration. A gold piece each and so far the conversation seems worth a copper.

"Simmer down, simmer down. Don't think me a thief quite yet. See, I've been here long enough to gain a few favors from some folks, folks that probably had more talk with the delegation than I did. You just tell them old Zomith sent you and I'm sure they'll get you the info you're after."

She tells you of two people. Nearby, in the Inn known as the Swinging Sword, is the proprietor Keyless Irkell. She's always fretting about something in Red Larch and as the one who runs's the tavern, should have an ear out. The second is a man named Marlandro who works at Gaelkur's, a used tools and goods shop though most people treat it as a second tavern.


M Male Dwarf Cleric (Life - Moradin) | HP 23/38| AC: 18 (10 Tch, 18 Fl) | Prof: +3, Str:+ 3, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: +5; Cha: +3; | Init: +0 | Perc: +2, PP: 12, Insight: +4 | Speed 25ft | | Spells: 1st 1/4| Spells: 2nd 3/4| Spells: 3rd 2/3 Active conditions: None.

Krogar gives her an annoyed look when she openly admits that she does not have information about Bastian.That's some good gold down the drain.He is molified somewhat when she tells him about her contacts. He gives her a rueful grin,"You enjoyed leaving us hanging, didn't you?" as he raises one eyebrow, before giving a exasperated sigh.


HP 58 | AC 21 | Saves: str +3 | dex +5 | con +6 | int +0 | wis +1 | cha +1 Human Fighter 5

Darwin stands up and says "I'm gonna go check on our romantic. I'll be back shortly." Darwin then heads out the door looking for Dessarin.


|HP 7/20 bear 34/34|AC:14|Prof: +2, Str:-1, Dex: +0, Con: +2; Int: +0; Wis: 3; Cha: +3;|Init: +0|Perc: +5, PP: 15, Insight: +3|Speed 30|Spell slots 3/3 druid 1/1 warlock|Active Conditions: None

Darwin finds Dessarin right outside the door, bumping into him right as he was returning. He seems to be in better spirits but still has a sour expression on his face.
When he gets into the doorway he grabs a gold out of his purse and casts a druidcraft upon it multiple times as it performs his innocent trick. He tosses it to the half-orc and upon her inspection of it, it has a beautiful yellow iris bud on the top of it. It quickly hastens to blossom and upon reaching its zenith it pops open with a little puff. A faint harmless smoke comes out of it, setting itself about the woman's being, it has the slight rememberable odor of skunk.
"Here is my coin," Dessarin says nonchalantly and takes his old place among the table of adventurers.

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