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N Male human Cleric 4 Pic | HP: 37/37| AC: 18 (12 Tch, 18 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 13| F: +7, R: +2, W: +7 | Init: +0 | Perc: +12 | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: none

Anchard reloads his crossbow, keeping his aim to the ground and joins Cerian, though more in aloofness than reliving the moments of battle. Anchard took notice that the human strangers thanked Kord, despite the obvious blassing from Jeromy, but Anchard cared little for their misplaced givings. He cared only that his companions survived and watched how they interacted with each other to get better insight on how better to deal with them in the future. They were a strong party, made so by the diverse range of skills and abilities each one possessed; a boon in his travels to be in such favorable a situation to allow his own abilities in channeling Jeromy's powers to improve.


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The human warriors eventually chat up with the party and you all discover they are Frost Barbarians from lands north of the town of Djekul.

Jarl Borg and his men lead you to the place they call Highfrost. Some of the men called it a village, some a fort. When you get close, it looks to be a bit of both.

It is late at night when you arrive and Jarl Borg leads you to a barn next to his buildings and offers you the above haystacks as temporary shelter. He also warns you all not to venture out at night since there are dangers at night in the wrong part of the camp. He will bring you all before the town elder in the morrow.


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

"Can any of you patch me up?" asks Antonio when the party is alone in the loft. "My wounds are beginning to stiffen. If trouble breaks out tonight, I may not be of much use."


The grey elf will thank the Jarl for his hospitality.


N Male human Cleric 4 Pic | HP: 37/37| AC: 18 (12 Tch, 18 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 13| F: +7, R: +2, W: +7 | Init: +0 | Perc: +12 | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: none

Antonio, you can take some healing from Kithariel's wand of cure light wounds here. You roll 1d8+1 for each charge


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Antonio is grateful when the wand of cure light wounds is used to heal his wounds. "I don't know about the rest of you, but being asked not to go out at night really makes me want to go out at night."

Three charges from the wand of cure light wounds heal Antonio for fifteen points of damage.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Wouldn't a single charge from the wand of infernal healing have healed Antonio completely?


hp 35/35; AC 14, t 14, ff 13; F 5, R 5, W 7 +2 vs ench; bab 3, melee , ranged ; cmb 5, cmd 16; move 40; init 1; wand clw 47, wand mg armor 50, 5/5 ki pts; elf zen archer,quinggong monk/4
skills:
acrobatics 8, climb 6, craft bows 5, escape artist 5, heal 3, know hist 5, perception 10, perform 5, sense motive 7, stealth 7, swim 6, umd 5

Kithariel offers the wand to be used freely as needed. "Of course we want you hale and healthy, warrior Antonio.. You are the stalwart one, after all."


N Male human Cleric 4 Pic | HP: 37/37| AC: 18 (12 Tch, 18 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 13| F: +7, R: +2, W: +7 | Init: +0 | Perc: +12 | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: none
Antonio Albrecht Armiger wrote:


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Wouldn't a single charge from the wand of infernal healing have healed Antonio completely?

No. A single charge from wand of infernal healing would have only healed 10


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

The stalwart warrior says, "That is awfully kind of you to say, Miss Kithariel." He thinks, I knew she liked me. and gives her a wink.

Antonio carries his gear over to a comfortable corner and prepares himself a nest among one of the hay stacks.


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You all arise to the sounds of bustling activity in the morning. When you come outside of the barn you see the camp-fort-town beginning its normal day of activities. A child stationed just outside the barn door runs off when you exit, most likely a lookout for when you rise. Soon some women-folk bring warm breakfast of porridge and bread. Jarl Bori sends Einar, one of the warriors who fought alongside you all, to brief you on the local environment.

Highfrost:

Highfrost started out as an outpost and then a fort. Eventually it coalesced into a hodge-podge of an armed town. It is responsible for patrolling the mountain passes to stop any incoming raids from the Bone March and to protect the trade routes to Ratikhill. There appears to be roughly 800 people living in the town on average. The town is divided up into nine different sections.

Ulfensson Family:

The Ulfensson's are the ruling family here in Highfrost. The original patriarch came from Frutzii lands after being banished in a bloodfued. He married into a wealthy merchant family and was given control over security in this part of Ratik. He spent vast sums of money trying to protect the land using Ratik men but that proved inadequate so he sent word to recruit warriors from the north who had no other fortunes in the cold barbarian lands and his fortunes slowly improved. Jarl Worrik Ulfensson is the current family leader and leader here in Highfrost. He family resides in the central fort in the town- remnants of the original fort when the town was built.
The Ulfenssons number 100 including guards. The family is politically savvy and have the the most powerful wizard ('Aerdy Conrad') in their employ which makes the other barbarians uneasy.

Snowfox Tribe:

Ice Barbarian (Cruskii) warriors recruited for work here in Ratik. They number some 75 pax- the smallest of the groups here in Highfrost. They remain neutral in the rivalries and are the Ulfessons most trusted allies, but not the most powerful. They are led by a Shaman named Old Garram.

Clan Bearclaw:

Frost Barbarians (Frutzii) also contracted to work in this area. Most of the families came from Bearclaw lands in the Frost Barbarian mountain lands and thus are called Clan Bearclaw here. There are some 120 pax in this group with Karl Oskar, a renowned fighter, as their leader. They are opposed to the Iron-Boars from old Fruztii rivalries and the Bloody Fists over a recent blood spilling.

Bloody Fists:

Mercenaries mostly from Hold of Stonefist lands, but pretty much have men from everywhere. Fisters, renegades, outlaws, criminals, bandits and the like make up their numbers. They owe no allegiance to anyone save for coin. As long as they get paid they perform work, although not to the best of their ability- that will cost extra. Their Hetman is a vicious killer named Jorgo Blackhand cause he keeps a severed and black-burned hand tied to his belt he claims is a wizards hand he slew which now brings him luck. They number some 100 pax including Kargol Giantbane, a rabid half orc champion of the Bloody Fists.

Clan Dragonfang:

Snow Barbarian tribe (Schnai) who are known for being hardy bezerkers and brawlers. Their current leader is Halfdan Fenriksson who wields a magical Dragon-Axe. The Dragonfangs almost always limit their security work to the easy route patrolling which they use to increase their wealth by charging extra for personal security to merchants along the road- welcomed or not. Of course those are just rumors since no one will speak against them in the annual Thing. The Dragonfangs dislike the Snowfox tribe but are wary of Old Garram. They are one of the largest groups with 125 pax.

Clan Gustavsson:

It is said Harik Gustavsson fled Schnai lands after being a kinslayer and made his way to Ratik. He married into a prominent Ratik family but was banished to Highfrost because of actions he did in court (namely illegal dueling). He attracted folks to his banner and aims to make a name for himself here in these lands to get a charter from the Ratik crown to establish a similar operation somewhere else in the mountains. There are some 100 pax in the Clan and they have easy relations with most of the other groups.

Iron-Boar Clan:

These Frutzii warriors come mostly from Djekul. Jarl Borg is the youngest son of a Jarl in his home lands but with 3 older brothers, Borg won't inherit anything. He moved here with some families and became a Jarl here in Ratik. Some of the other leaders kid him about it but after Jarl Borg struck down a Dragonfang warrior and a Bloody Fist swordsman at the same time, people stopped inquiring about his claims of nobility. There are 85 pax in the Iron-Boars and they mostly patrol the mountain passes.

Ratik Section:

This section is where most unaligned, non-humans and Ratik citizens live. Many are tradesmen and crafters while a few others work nearby farming lands and tend to herds fleeing to the safety of the fort when times call for it. Most foreigners and passerby-ers stay in this area as it has a nice inn- The Mountain Hearth Inn run by a dwarven brewmeister.

Merchant Section:

This is the actual center of town and houses the merchants of the town. Most of the merchants tend to cheat the barbarians in prices, but just slightly. Jarl Worrik cannot defend the area he is charged with defending without the merchants help and hates their practices but is almost hamstrung by the reality of their importance. The main merchant, Larko Snivens, is slowly buying up debt from the other merchants and from the hired mercenaries. He keeps himself protected at all times buy a retinue of warriors outfitted with the best that money can provide.

Einar tells you that Jark Borg would like to speak with you all at lunch so you have some time to kill.


N Male human Cleric 4 Pic | HP: 37/37| AC: 18 (12 Tch, 18 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 13| F: +7, R: +2, W: +7 | Init: +0 | Perc: +12 | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: none

Always in favor of staying low and out of unwanted attention's path, Anchard seeks to stay with the majority of the others wherever that may lead him. Should their numbers be divided to only a few to each group, Anchard chooses agreeableness, or at least perceived agreeableness, with his own personality and stays close to Cerian. When lunch is eminent, Anchard favors Jark with an audience.


Male Elf Ranger 2/ rogue 2 HP 29/29 | AC 17;13 t ;14 ff | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 || Skill:Perception +11,Stealth +10, Sense Motive +5,

Cerian rose and made motions to carefully remove some of hte hay from his clothing and gear, and once briefed on the people and area he frowned. The way Einar made it sound, this place was pretty... primed for trouble in itself never good.

"Would the merchants be the best place to look into more arrows and fur clothing Einar?"

He asked simply


The grey elf will study her spells in the morning and will go out to meet the day.


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Antonio awakes well rested and dons his armor. Cerian's suggestion of warmer clothing peaks his interest. It will be even colder in the mountain passes, and Antonio is dressed for Greyhawk. "Great idea, brother. I could use a warmer cloak. Let's go see what the merchants have to sell before we sit at Jarl Borg's table."


Hp 40/40 AC 19 / T 13 / FF 15 (+8 Perc, -1 Init, Fort +3 Ref +1, Will +5)

Mogwag having nothing more to do and with the advice he was given decides to stick around close to Cerian

Cerian:
Mogwag was told that people here will look funny at Mogwag, and since Mogwag doesn't know the other in the group Wogwag has decided to stick to you. Hopefully people will look at you more and Mogwag will be invisible he concludes laughing


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Einar tells the Cerian and the others "We make most of our own items here when we can. If we can't make it or we need it immediately then most of us go to Ole Merchant Ragar. Not a bad fellow. Honest haggler, fancies something called po-try or something like that. Took an orc axe to his foot many winters ago and now walks with a limp. Took to reedin' after that. I would go see him. Now I am off to catch some rabbits for supper."


hp 35/35; AC 14, t 14, ff 13; F 5, R 5, W 7 +2 vs ench; bab 3, melee , ranged ; cmb 5, cmd 16; move 40; init 1; wand clw 47, wand mg armor 50, 5/5 ki pts; elf zen archer,quinggong monk/4
skills:
acrobatics 8, climb 6, craft bows 5, escape artist 5, heal 3, know hist 5, perception 10, perform 5, sense motive 7, stealth 7, swim 6, umd 5

Kithariel will tag along with Cerian... "Mind if I join you? I too need a few items before we begin our task."


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Something Einar says sticks in Antonio's mind: "We make most of our own items here when we can."

"On second thought, buying furs from another faction will give me a chance to meet the neighbors. One of you can come with me if you like."


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Einar explains to Antonio that most folk try to make their items themselves to be self sufficient first. He also says he understands if you city folk don't understand the concept. You sense he was not being rude, just lumping all non barbarians into one category.

Cerian, Mogwag, Kithariel and Antonio make their way through the town towards the Merchant Ragar's store. They pass through the Iron-Boars section of the town and cross a main road in-between the merchant section and the central town keep. Rough looking huskarls guard the entrance to the keep and they scowl at the newcomers if they try to peek inside the keep. Eventually the group finds the shop they were looking for and step inside. The shop itself is a bit of a mess with items strewn about in some sort of random placement. A bell rings when the group enters and an elder man staggers forward using a cane to get by.
"Can I help you all with something?" he asks.


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

"Yes. We need warmer clothes. Do you have any cloaks or furs for sale? Something imposing will do for me. How about the fur of a polar bear?"


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"HAR!HAR!HAR! Outlander you are funny... the fur of a white bear from the tundra... go ask the Cruskii if they have one to sell... you must think you are as tall as Jarko the Tall... HAR!HAR!HAR! I have seen him up close and now you and you dont measure up... twas a good jest to break the mood stranger... you have my thanks for that... that should put me in a better mood to haggle with you." the older man says laughing.

"You all look out of place in this town. Come from warmer climes I take it. I do have some woolen cloaks and tunics that will provide warmth. Breeches too if you use them. My selection of furs is a bit limited right now but I have a few that could be of service to you if you have coin."


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Antonio tries taking the trader's derisive laughter in stride. He knew what it was like to be hated and jeered by a crowd. Besides, words are wind. "That's alright. I'd've felt like less of a man wearing the furs of a creature that someone else had killed. I'll take one of them heavy woolen cloaks to start. You got any skis or snowshoes? How are the Cruskii to deal with? Are they good folk?"


Male Elf Ranger 2/ rogue 2 HP 29/29 | AC 17;13 t ;14 ff | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 || Skill:Perception +11,Stealth +10, Sense Motive +5,

He waited patiently as Antonio went about his business instead looking about the man's shop for anything of interest that stood out or looked strange.

perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31


hp 35/35; AC 14, t 14, ff 13; F 5, R 5, W 7 +2 vs ench; bab 3, melee , ranged ; cmb 5, cmd 16; move 40; init 1; wand clw 47, wand mg armor 50, 5/5 ki pts; elf zen archer,quinggong monk/4
skills:
acrobatics 8, climb 6, craft bows 5, escape artist 5, heal 3, know hist 5, perception 10, perform 5, sense motive 7, stealth 7, swim 6, umd 5

Kithariel will wander the shop and see what there is for sale... and when the time comes, purchase the warm clothing, some snowshoes if they have them... and perhaps something else if it catches her eye.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17


Hp 40/40 AC 19 / T 13 / FF 15 (+8 Perc, -1 Init, Fort +3 Ref +1, Will +5)

Mogwag just laugh at the exchange.. the mood was right and uplifting


She will look for warmer clothing that might harken to grey elven sensibilities


Male Elf Ranger 2/ rogue 2 HP 29/29 | AC 17;13 t ;14 ff | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 || Skill:Perception +11,Stealth +10, Sense Motive +5,

" Arrowheads, fletching, and some warmer clothes, in that order, friend if you have them. We do come from warmer climes and came in a hurry as well."

He began offering a polite incline of his head.


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The elder man takes the elfs order and begins rummaging through items. He lays out woolen cloaks, tunics and breeches dyed in a variety of solid colors favored by the northern humans. He also has some leather and fur lined boots, gloves and hats. Lastly he brings out a fur cloak made of mink. He lays it out lovingly. "It was for previous northern Jarls wife a few seasons ago. He ordered it but by the time it came she succumbed to the winter cough and he went back to Schnai lands after she was buried. I kept it ever since. Good work."

He then lays out a good selection of red hen feathers, string, animal glue and 15 arrowheads. "See old Bart the woodweaver for shafts."


Male Elf Ranger 2/ rogue 2 HP 29/29 | AC 17;13 t ;14 ff | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 || Skill:Perception +11,Stealth +10, Sense Motive +5,

He took a look of the northern clothing, doing his best to stick to colors that might blend into the enviroment as he had seen it so far. No sense in sticking out like a sore thumb if they traveled into the wilderness and there was certainly no reason to think that they would not. The mink fur cloak certainly caught his eye not for him of course but it made him think of his passed wife.

How much for these?"

He asked the man motioning to the clothing and arrowmaking supplies.


hp 35/35; AC 14, t 14, ff 13; F 5, R 5, W 7 +2 vs ench; bab 3, melee , ranged ; cmb 5, cmd 16; move 40; init 1; wand clw 47, wand mg armor 50, 5/5 ki pts; elf zen archer,quinggong monk/4
skills:
acrobatics 8, climb 6, craft bows 5, escape artist 5, heal 3, know hist 5, perception 10, perform 5, sense motive 7, stealth 7, swim 6, umd 5

"If you don't buy all the fletching supplies, I'll take a portion as well... but if you want them all, that's fine too." Kith says, then turns her attention to the warm clothing, selecting a wool outfit of green tunic and breeches, with a brown cloak. She also chooses a pair of fur lined boots, hat and gloves.

"How much for these then?" she asks the merchant.


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Antonio finds a pair of white mittens, one of which has been stretched much larger than the other. He wonders why, and thinks that white mittens would be difficult to find if he were to lose them in the snow. He finds a blue woolen cloak and matching hat and gloves. The gripping portion of the gloves is reinforced with leather. All are trimmed with grey rabbit fur. "I'll take these."


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"Lets see... wool cloaks are 2, tunics be 2, breeches are 1, gloves are 1, hats are 1, i can let the boots go for 1 if you are buying other items, 2 if not. the fur cloak runs 10. gold coins mind you. I'll sell the arrowheads for a gold and the other fletching items for a gold. You won't find better prices elsewhere unless you make it yourselves." he says to the group. "Not that I am nosy but what are you all doing this far from the central lands?"


She asks for the price of an appropriate outfit.


Male Elf Ranger 2/ rogue 2 HP 29/29 | AC 17;13 t ;14 ff | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 || Skill:Perception +11,Stealth +10, Sense Motive +5,

Of course we can share fletching supplies and even arrows if you want Kith.


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"I guess the price depends on what you mean for appropriate... appropriate for a local women, appropriate for a noble women, appropriate for an exotic women...?" the man replies like a merchant to Tanariel.


hp 35/35; AC 14, t 14, ff 13; F 5, R 5, W 7 +2 vs ench; bab 3, melee , ranged ; cmb 5, cmd 16; move 40; init 1; wand clw 47, wand mg armor 50, 5/5 ki pts; elf zen archer,quinggong monk/4
skills:
acrobatics 8, climb 6, craft bows 5, escape artist 5, heal 3, know hist 5, perception 10, perform 5, sense motive 7, stealth 7, swim 6, umd 5

Kit hands over eight gold for new woolen pants, tunic, cloak, gloves, hat and boots, making sure first that the pants and tunic will fit her. "Thank you good sir, I am sure these will do just fine."


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Antonio buys a complete cold-weather outfit. He also buys skis and snowshoes if those are available. He will allow the others to speak with Ragar about their mission if they so choose.


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Kithariel spends 8 gp on the items while Antonio spends 18 gp for his purchases.

"This is no Ratik coin nor Aerdy coin. Looks like central lands mint. Meaning no offense but lemme weigh it just to be sure so I can tell the others in town your coins are good." Ragar says and does so finding no issues.


hp 35/35; AC 14, t 14, ff 13; F 5, R 5, W 7 +2 vs ench; bab 3, melee , ranged ; cmb 5, cmd 16; move 40; init 1; wand clw 47, wand mg armor 50, 5/5 ki pts; elf zen archer,quinggong monk/4
skills:
acrobatics 8, climb 6, craft bows 5, escape artist 5, heal 3, know hist 5, perception 10, perform 5, sense motive 7, stealth 7, swim 6, umd 5

"Those snowshoe things look like they might be useful... how much for a pair of those?" Kit will pay for those as well... just let me know how much


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Does anyone have more business here? Do the party leaders wish to inform Ragar of our mission?

Snowshoes: cost: 5 gp, weight: 4 lbs


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The group makes their purchases and seem to leave Ragar content as he has sold quite a bit of items in one day.

They take their items back to the barn they are staying in unless you want to go somewhere else- just let me know. Eventually Someone lets them know that Jarl Borg will see them and they are lead to his house which is near the barn. The smell of cooked meat lingers in the air. A few women-folk scurry about getting everything in order. A broad shouldered man stands next to a large haunch of meat carving it up and placing the chunks on wooden plates. Once all the plates have meat the butcher turns to wash his hands and face and you see it is the Jarl serving you.

"Please. Come. Sit." he says nicely but also in the tone of an order befitting his station.


Male Elf Ranger 2/ rogue 2 HP 29/29 | AC 17;13 t ;14 ff | F: +3 R: +9 W: +2 || Skill:Perception +11,Stealth +10, Sense Motive +5,

Eyes widening just slightly He made sure to politely bow forward in thanks, While large chunks of meat wasnt exactly his favored food, he accepted it readily. He quietly waited to see if one of the more... eloquent members in the party was going to start speaking...

But not awkwardly long, if no one else speaks up i will post his greeting.


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

"Jarl Borg" says Antonio by way of greeting. He salutes the jarl by tapping his right index finger to his forehead then out again. "Much obliged. The meat smells good." He sets his cask of rum at the edge of the table ready to share with all and serves himself a mug-full.


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"I would like to properly thank you for helping us in our fight with the raiding orcs yesterday. I must admit I was surprised at how you managed to get in that mountain pass but the timing was good luck. The small force of orcs we were initially told about turned out to be a larger force that we expected. We had been doing a fighting retreat from the original ambush site that was further up the mountain. Now I must ask you why you find yourselves here in this part of Ratik. The lord of Highfrost, Jarl Worrik, will soon ask me about you all, and may even demand your presence in his hall."


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Do any of the elves want to respond? Tanariel?


hp 35/35; AC 14, t 14, ff 13; F 5, R 5, W 7 +2 vs ench; bab 3, melee , ranged ; cmb 5, cmd 16; move 40; init 1; wand clw 47, wand mg armor 50, 5/5 ki pts; elf zen archer,quinggong monk/4
skills:
acrobatics 8, climb 6, craft bows 5, escape artist 5, heal 3, know hist 5, perception 10, perform 5, sense motive 7, stealth 7, swim 6, umd 5

Not sure how much to tell them... but nothing ventured, nothing gained, I've heard it said.

"We are searching for something... an ancient relic. We were sent here and told to begin by seeking a scholar named Ragmas, an Oeridian fellow, who might tell us more about it."


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In true Thillonrian fashion Jarl Borg says "Ragmas!....What need have you of that buffoon?! HA! HA! Reminds me of the time he passed through here and fell into some mud and went to wash off not knowing the pail he used was to relieve oneself with. HA! HA!" the Jarl slams his fist on the table and laughs a bit more. "We used to see that scrawny fellow with his books and papers quite frequently but not for some time now.... maybe a month. Why do you seek him?"


N Male human Cleric 4 Pic | HP: 37/37| AC: 18 (12 Tch, 18 Ff) | CMB: +3, CMD: 13| F: +7, R: +2, W: +7 | Init: +0 | Perc: +12 | Speed 20ft | Active conditions: none

Brooding and showing no interest in understanding the amusement Borg was reminiscing for joy, Anchard speaks plainly and matter-of-factly, Our missive alone sends us to him to retrieve information. The value of said information is yet to be seen, but we have little other choice in the matter. Where was he last seen? Do you know where he was headed or where we might look to find him now?


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"I would not know where he scampered off to. Most likely ran off to find some old and dusty tome or scroll. Strange one he was. He never had reason to rile my anger so I paid him no mind. Was no good in a fight mind you did tick the Bloody Fists off with magic trick that embarrassed ole Giantbane some. They wanted to string him up mind you but Karl spoke for the scholar and no trouble in the walls came of it. Karl can be trusted for that. I suppose if anyone knew where he run off to it would be Aerdy Conrad." and Jarl Borg spits on the ground. "That seidr would know- he knows a lot; not all of it good either."


Male Human Fighter 4; Init +2; hp 42/42; AC 22, T 12, FF 20, CMD 20; F +6, R +3, W +2;

Rivulets of alcohol run down Antonio's chin as he chugs his mug of rum. He lets out a moderate belch once the mug is empty.

"Aerdy Conrad? Who's he, the Ulfensson's wizard? We should go see them, then."

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