I'll do all the math tomorrow. Ty dm
Rameth strolls in, just beat. He sits and takes a hit o whiskey from his flask
Rameth sits and pulls out his his bag one of his bottles.
not to worry, yet my friend.
Smiling Albus raises his glass in a silent toast to his friends.
The waitress comes back and she's obviously flustered - the traditional, square-cut black wig common amongst Osiriani residents of non-Garundi origin is askew and you see unkempt straw-colored hair peeking through.
Over the din in the tavern's main room you hear heated exclamations from a particular table, and then you see another group of adventurers, led by a woman in a extravagant purple outfit complete with wide-brimmed hat with a large ostrich plume sticking out of it.
Here's your next round. She puts various cups on the table and collects the cups on the table from you, regardless if they still have anything still in them.
You do see a number of other adventurers you talked to previous chattering with each other excitedly.
Rameth will head over to his blustering friend from the last adventure.
So how was your trek?
Well if it isn't Mr. Lucky! Get assigned the city treasury this time?
The adventurers are a bit more cheerful this time, although the main braggart has a bandage wrapped around his head with a small blood stain showing over his right temple.
Me and my boys did alright today. You ever hear of Ptah? Apparently he used to be the ancient god of metalworking and we ended up exploring his temple.
You see broad grins from his companions across the table.
There were some nasty beasties in there and no mistake. But metalworking appeared to be a pretty good racket. From what we could see from the hieroglyphics it was a tradition to have a new smith's journeyman piece dedicated to the temple and put in a vault.
Five hundred years of gold, silver and jewelry all sitting there for the taking! Not to mention swords, armor, even one whole catapult.
Old Ibrahim's hauling that back for us and we're gonna sell it at an auction coming up. We'll see what day three brings but even if we have to ship it to Absalom to sell we're set for life.
His companions let out a cheer as they crash out-of-place silver drinking horns together.
At least we did better than those fools in the Scorched Hand. I heard they turned in a report to the Pharasman church and got into a huge blow-up with the high priestess!
good to hear! Not quite as lucrative for us this time. Lots of restless spirits to be dealt with. What gave you that on your head there?
The world's biggest kobold. I didn't even know they could grow to seven feet tall but this one was huge.
He shakes his head ruefully.
I was sure it was some sort of illusion spell so I swung for its knees and it clubbed me for the trouble. Thankfully Olaf here is mighty handy with his crossbow. Put a quarrel right between the eyes of the thing!
we dealt with a flying head that kept turning invisible and casting illusions.
Rameth offers some of his whiskey
Listen friend, just because I stretched the truth last night is no reason for you to make stuff up about flying heads.
He takes the whiskey you offer and pours a shot into his beer, then offers you some of the palm wine that's on the table.
Is that, is that a three headed dog in your pack?
I say, this is much more lively than the house. Although I thought there'd be more of a difference after time. Shouldn't there be magically propelled horseless carriages everywhere?
"Don't be nonsensical."
why yes yea it it. This is my new friend Trip.. Rameth gives him some water.
That's weird. Where'd you find him?
In the house of Pentheru. He dug up some treasure for us. Nice little guy.
. So you guys going to give up this racket now that you hit the jackpot?
Pull the other one mate. You got a big haul yesterday but I don't remember you buying a round for the house.
He scratches behind his ear as his buddies laugh.
But we've got one more chance for a big haul tomorrow and then it's goodbye Osirion and back to civilization.
His companions raise another toast and talk about moving their haul up to the coast and then on a ship to Absalom.
The people you're speaking with seem to be speaking perfectly truthfully.
You do notice that some of the people in the tavern aren't quite as cheerful as your current drinking companions, and your friend the halfling Marrn is practically bursting when he looks over at Rameth and his dog Trip.
Want to come pet him Marm? Bring him a little something to eat and he will be your friend. Bring me a little ale and I will be your friend too
Albus smiles at Rameth's joke. Looking around he searches for his bardess friend, Sigrun.
Marrn is eager to hear about your dog, quickly dismissing any talk about his own adventurers to focus on the dog.
Where'd you get the dog? Is it a boy or a girl? Were there more of them? Have you thought about breeding it? Or can I buy it?
I think it is a he. Trip was in the house we liberated. There was a two headed one that was nasty and disease ridden, but this guy seemed friendly enough, dug up some gold for us too.
Apparently Rameth had t thought about how wierd it is.
You're sure it was the only one? Can you, can you show me where in the Necropolis the house was?
pretty sure. It's really not safe in there though. Ghosts and all are still active. You sure of want to know?
...searches for his bardess friend, Sigrun.
Albus: Sigrun, and her companions, are absent from the tavern.
Dwalindor and Rameth:
Dwalindor, you know I was looking for dog breeders! Dogs and halflings are like humans and horses, and wouldn't you want warhorse that had multiple heads that could attack your enemies?!
I dunno he seems pretty kibd hearted
pretty sure there weren't others. But if I find more you will be the first to kno! So tell us about your adventure
Its Marn, right? Albus says to the halfling. Give me a second here to confabulate with my business partner.
Leaning closer Angel Eyes whispers into Rameth's ear.
Do you really want a pet that much boss? It makes a lot of dogs$&@... just saying... Sell shorty the ugly pup or at least rent it so he can breed it. Lets make some money!
Besides, it always pays up to have some extra friends in the business. After thinking for a second he adds.
If that Ibrahim fellow goes bad we may need backup. Cant say that I trust the guy.
Look Albus I may be a crusty drunk, but this dog here dug us up some treasure, and until further notice I am taking care of it. If it becomes a problem I will get it a good home, maybe Marn here. Rameth says while taking a big hit from his flask. Now drink some of this.
Let them breed it than, we need to start making friends here and the locals hate our guts for what we do for a living. Lets grease some hands.
Its a puppy, its not breeding with anyone till it is older, but if you go buy me a drink I will think about it. And not some slop, I have been drinking that for weeks, something classy. As for Ibrahim I don't trust him even a bit, but I do think that he trusts coin. As long as we are profitable we should be fine.
Once Albus goes, if Albus goes.
Marn, I might be able to be convinced to breed my little friend here. Can't have him, but once he is old enough the other is a possibility. What do you think about that? Something to think about?
Sumak, make yourself useful, you have been lazing around while we have been fighting all day, take this ring, see if you can't figure out who's family it belonged to. We found the owner dead inside the tomb, maybe there is a reward for information on the owner, and the return of the ring. He takes a hit Oh and be sensitive. I am told that is better for coin.
Ok, later.
Albus gets up and walks the tavern floor and asking around for Sigrun's whereabouts.
Wow, my very own quest! Don't worry, I'll be able to find the owner without any trouble, just like Indiana.
Sumak gives a cheery salute, takes the ring and runs out of the tavern. If you look after him you can see the peddlers scatter out of the way of the running halfling.
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For Albus:
The bartender looks at you curiously when you start asking after Sigrun and her party.
I haven't seen them since they left to go to the morning lottery, but maybe somebody around here knows what site they're at. Could be that they're still out there - there are always many fools who think they can stay the night in the Necropolis with an appropriate watch guard.
He makes a complicated sign with hands that your own parents made to ward off evil.
While taking to the other adventurers you determine that none of them paid much attention to what sites others were being assigned aside from the Scorching Hand whose members have left. They do say you might be able to find out more from Sebti or the Pharasman Temple Guard.
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For Rameth & Dwalindor
Still animated by the three headed dog, Marrn tells the story about his adventure in a scriptorium. While he didn't find many monsters, treasures or gold, the scriptorium had had a magical preservation spell on the shelving which allowed hundreds of papyrus scrolls to remain intact over the centuries, and he contracted with Ibrahim to have the shelving and scrolls hauled off for the big auction.
He also hints that he found several magical scrolls he plans to sell to temples in the city or to other adventurers.
Sounds like you had an easy trip then Marn. Hopefully our next one will be.
Going to pay Sebti a visit and fill in the paper work from today's delve. Meet you guys here later on. Albus says after returning to the table and before leaving again to make his way to the priest.
wheres my drink? I talked to Marb if Trip remains a decent size when he is older we will make a deal.
Albus:
The festival atmosphere that has resulted in Wati because of the treasure that you and other adventurers have brought out of the Necropolis, not to mention the prospect of fewer undead monstrosities lurking in the walls of the ruined half of the city, has caused the normally quiet city to become much livelier than you're used to.
The people are congregating in large neighborhood parties, with torch light and bonfires blazing merrily in the squares and along the thoroughfares towards the Temple of Pharasma. Like most Osiriani, the citizens of Wati love a good party.
The temple itself is more somber, befitting the house of the goddess of the dead, and when you arrive Pharasman temple guards are escorting injured adventurers or laborers towards a large pavilion set up to house the wounded.
An acolyte approaches you and bows from the waste. You can tell he's been busy because the ordinary smooth scalp you'd expect from a Pharasman is covered with stubble.
Greetings, and welcome to the House of Pharasma. How may we assist you this night?