Feast of Ravenmoor (Inactive)

Game Master mathpro18

Each one of you has received a letter that reads as follows:

You all arrive at the Drunken Dog. What do you do when you arrive?

she orders "Dragon Ale" and starts a few arm wrestling matches.
Shes a tomboy for the most part.

Alric drags his feet through the doors of the tavern tavern exhausted, lazily glancing at the people sitting at the bar he spies an open seat and takes a load off. Sitting down with a grunt and sigh he rests two hands on the bar, looks up at the barkeep and asks:

"Whadya have that's got a good kick? It's been a long day."

it's ok with me if it's ok with Mrdarknlight that are characters are traveling together

Corrmesa enters the doorway of the Drunken Dog and stops, looking around. His quiver and elven blade sit above each of his shoulders and his bow is cupped in his hand easily. To the untrained he appears to be some sort of hunter, just arriving from the forest.

The elf tries to spot Jeminda. And although he hasn't met the man he looks for someone sitting alone and watching the door.

Although it is possible the man isn't here yet and he will have to wait. So he enters the tavern and looks for a table.

she replies to Alric as she is arm wrestling someone right behind him and wins
"If you want something with a good Kick go with Dragon's Ale (DC 14), or if your man enough Black Jack (DC 21)"

You see what look like a Human(Ulfen) woman of about 6 foot 3 and around 235 pounds. She has a muscular yet curvy human build with comely features and pale skin. Her face looks attractive for a human. She has Emerald Green and Sapphire blue eyes and lose Golden Blonde Hair that ends at her mid back.

She is wearing a Green pants, a brown short sleeved shirt and a Green bodice that assists with her figure.

"If you want something with a good Kick go with Dragon's Ale (DC 14), or if your man enough Black Jack (DC 21)"

Alric turns, resting his elbows on the bar as he drinks in Eve with an appraising look.

"I'd like something to perk me up, perhaps when the road has been cleansed from my skin I'll partake of stronger drink"

Tilting his head back he speaks to the barkeep without taking his eyes from the apparently curvy woman.

"I'll take a glass of that Dragon's Ale if you don't mind."

Alric is a man about five-foot-eight with delicate and exotic looking features. He has wide eyes the color of wild moss; his skin is a warm bronze color; his silky, black hair is cut just below the nape of his neck and falls forward to frame his face.

He wears a white cotton shirt and leather trews, his leather armor worn over his other clothes buckled down tight. A plain looking sword hangs at his waist.

she replies in an interested (appraising) tone
"Ah, wise choice. Most who go for BlackJack are knocked out or drunk from the first drink of BlackJack, though some either don't get the full effect of it or die of alcohol poisoning."

"Ah, wise choice. Most who go for BlackJack are knocked out or drunk from the first drink of BlackJack, though some either don't get the full effect of it or die of alcohol poisoning."

A strange look crosses Alric's face as his brow furrows.

".......I see......."

As the barkeep slides the mug forward he takes a sip, letting the frothy goodness perk him up. He melts into his smile as his whole demeanor brightens, the tips of his ears turn a soft pink and his hands curl around the mug.

"So, if I may ask, how does a woman such as yourself end up in this far corner of the world?"

she replies
"Oh, where are my manners. I am Eve, but some call me Eva. And you are?"

she pauses and hears his reply.

"How does a woman such as myself end up in this far corner of the world. Well I am a hunter, so I travel around. I have hunted some powerful beasts, in a short few years. And I have also caught some better than common bandits and turned them over to there respective local authorities. Even caught a bandit Queen once, and she was good at manipulating her men into doing work."

Work for me Lost Gamer.

Fisnis follows a few moments after his companion the elven man. His massive sword and armor make him look the part of a warrior. He looks around the room seeing all the patrons before sitting next to Corrmesa wondering why did the meeting take place in such a loud place. He listens to the room after he sits hearing bits and pieces of conversation. Once done he turns to Corrmesa "Any idea when the person we are to meet is suppose to show up?"

she replies

"Oh, where are my manners. I am Eve, but some call me Eva. And you are?"

Alric leans forward, tilting his head in the slightest bow and says:

Well met Miss Eve, my name is Alric."

Alric listens as she describes her recent exploits, sipping gingerly at the potent brew in his hands.

"It seems that you're quite well traveled, happen you to have found yourself near the south bend of the eagle river?"

"Just call me Eve or Eva. I dislike the miss part, makes me sound married."

she pauses for a moment.

"South Bend of Eagle River, is that near the town of Dawson's stream, or is near Beorville. Because it does sound familiar."

"My summons had a lot of praise and little facts in it." Corrmesa says drawing forth the parchment and tossing it unto the table.

"There that should get Jeminda's attention. Should whoever they are arrive soon."

"Just call me Eve or Eva. I dislike the miss part, makes me sound married."

The edges of Alric's mouth twitches for a moment, he covers his face as he turns away from Eva, covering his mouth with a free hand, muffling the sound of stifled laughter. Mastering himself he turns back to Eva with a mostly straight face.

"Of course.....Eve"

"South Bend of Eagle River, is that near the town of Dawson's stream, or is near Beorville. Because it does sound familiar."

Alric looks away, deep in thought and says uncertainly:

"Umm.....do you know of Korvosa? South Bend is in the highlands northwest of the city."

"My summons had a lot of praise and little facts in it." Corrmesa says drawing forth the parchment and tossing it unto the table.

"There that should get Jeminda's attention. Should whoever they are arrive soon."

Fisnis shrugs "Than it was very much the same as mine." Looking around trying to figure out who this Jeminda person was or see if anyone was walking up to the both of them.

she ponders a bit, then replies
Oh, you mean that big city, with a castle in the middle, but more to the south, has a new guard unit called the grey maidens and is surrounded by water, right?

Oh, you mean that big city, with a castle in the middle, but more to the south, has a new guard unit called the grey maidens and is surrounded by water, right?

A spark of insight flashes in Alric's eyes and he says:

"Yes, that's the one."

"I've been near there, but that's it."

She takes her stiener and downs it's contents in one go.
Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"AAhh, that hit the spot. Barkeep another Dragons ale."

As you have your conversations a short young human woman walks into the door and starts going around to different tables, almost as if she's looking for something. Something about her seems a little...off as you each catch glimpses of her moving quickly from table to table. She would lean in, say something, and then quickly move away from each table. Finally she approaches the table where Fisnis and Corrmesa are seated. Her eyes light up as she sees the paper sitting on the table. She leans in.

Um...excuse me...but would you happen to be adventurers here to meet with a Jeminda Anikee? If you are I am she. See seems almost annoyingly timid.

Corrmesa eyes the girl and glowers. He is about to retort when he bites his tonuge knowing that it would do no good to snap at the human.

"We are waiting on someone by that name, aye. I am Corrmesa Valingesh but I wonder why you have summoned people you don't know for this mysterious adnevtuerer work?"

Corrmesa make me a sense motive check please.

Um...well...you see... you've come highly recommended by a friend of mine, as I mentioned in my letter.She pulls out a chair and takes a seat and then offers her hand to you. Nice to meet you Mr. Valingesh, are Ms. Abia, Mr. Stiner, and Mr....um...Fisnes here yet?

The others not at the table over hear their name.

she over hears her name.
"Sorry for stopping our talk, but looks like my job offer is here."
she walks over to the table and asks.
"Are you Jeminda Anikee?"
she sees the nod of yes and takes a seat.
"Nice to meet you, Jeminda. I am Eve Valeria Abia and I am curious about the job."
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 1 + 2 = 12

Corrmesa make me a sense motive check please.

Um...well...you see... you've come highly recommended by a friend of mine, as I mentioned in my letter.She pulls out a chair and takes a seat and then offers her hand to you. Nice to meet you Mr. Valingesh, are Ms. Abia, Mr. Stiner, and Mr....um...Fisnes here yet?

The others not at the table over hear their name.

Fisnis looks up at the mention of his name, he did not notice the woman come to the table because he was lost in thought. He grins and says "Yes I am here. Fisnis is fine Mr seems a bit off for one as myself."

Alric watches curiously as the woman walks into the bar. He sips at his dragon ale, commenting with distaste and a frown that it's almost gone. After watching several other people speak to who he overhears is the Jeminda he's looking for he hops off the bar chair and drags himself over towards their table.

Nice to meet you Mr. Valingesh, are Ms. Abia, Mr. Stiner, and Mr....um...Fisnes here yet?

Stopping short of the table Alric extends his ale hand outward and second hand inward at his waist, placing one foot in front of the other he extends a courteous bow.

"Alric Stiner at your service."

Straightening himself out he walks towards the closest open seat, stopping in front of it he asks:

"May I?"

Alric waits for the okay before taking a seat and drinking the last frothy dregs at the bottom of the mug.

Alric watches curiously as the woman walks into the bar. He sips at his dragon ale, commenting with distaste and a frown that it's almost gone. After watching several other people speak to who he overhears is the Jeminda he's looking for he hops off the bar chair and drags himself over towards their table. ....

She had her own mug, Proof here and there was no frown.

Alric Stiner wrote:

Alric watches curiously as the woman walks into the bar. He sips at his dragon ale, commenting with distaste and a frown that it's almost gone. After watching several other people speak to who he overhears is the Jeminda he's looking for he hops off the bar chair and drags himself over towards their table. ....

She had her own mug, Proof here and there was no frown.

I think there was some confusion, I was referring to the amount of ale in his own mug not to anyone or anything else.

No ale = Sad Face.

"So Mr. Stiner, looks like we were both waiting for the same person."

"Seems you are gathering a group of us Ms. Jeminda, hmm..." 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

probably not the best to do his but always worth a shot

"So Mr. Stiner, looks like we were both waiting for the same person."

Alric sits slouched in the chair, one arm resting on the table, the other grasping the empty mug, running his finger along the rim.

"Certianly, and if you would Eve, please don't call me Mr Stiner. Alric is fine."

"Seems you are gathering a group of us Ms. Jeminda, hmm..."

Turning his attention to Jeminda, Alric says:

"Yes, what indeed would a lovely woman such as yourself require from likes of us?"

The woman smiles as all of the men and the woman come over and introduce themselves.

I'm glad you came...I was worried such busy people would blow off my letter, but you lot are far to honorable to do such a thing. She pauses and looks around to make sure no one was paying much attention to the group around the table. She leans in closely so she doesn't have to talk to loud.

A few weeks ago I discovered that the small village of Ravenmoor was a little behind in their taxes...well more like 15 years behind. And, fearing that it might be my fault, I decided to hire a tax collector who wasn't associated with my firm to go investigate and collect the back taxes. Not really having the money for it I decided to send my brother-inlaw. Well...he's sort of disappeared and now I fear something has happened to him and my husband is very mad at me. What I would like to for you to do is head to Ravenmoor as quickly as possible to investigate why my brother-in-law might have disappeared and then ultimately I would like you to collect the taxes for me. In total Ravenmoor owes 500gp in back taxes and penalties. If they can't pay it all, as I suspect they can't, then bring back a letter stating your findings from the mayor and I will take over from there. I would be willing to pay you 200 gold pieces each for finishing such a job for me.

Both of you are able to discern that she is telling the truth but something still feels a little off but your unable to figure out what at the moment.

Just fyi she still seems rather timid and doesn't really speak as smoothly as I've written, I'm just tired of playing her the right way...its like playing a squirrel that has found coffee.

"An overly large sum to just investigate. She must really wish to find out what happen to this broth-in-law of hers." Corrmesa thinks to himself.

"I can not speak for the others and will help, but what do you believe is wrong that you need to hire the likes of us." he asks still slightly suspicious, but then he never has found a human he could trust.

"I'll take the job, as it has my interest."

Fisnis listens as Jeminda speaks. Thinking to himself a question similar to the one Corrmesa had just asked. He turns to Jeminda before speaking "Well I see no harm in helping you. Maybe I can spread the word of Gorum to this village."

she speaks with an excited voice
"Ah a priest or preacher of Gorum, The Battle God.
I challange you to an arm wrestling match. I know that most priests or preachers of Gorum or Kurgress are stronger than most."

she speaks with an excited voice

"Ah a priest or preacher of Gorum, The Battle God.
I challange you to an arm wrestling match. I know that most priests or preachers of Gorum or Kurgress are stronger than most."

Fisnis turns to the tall woman who spoke and shakes his head "I will have to decline. I have never heard that followers of Gorum were any stronger or weaker than other. I do know they know combat like no others. As for my strength I do not see a point in testing it against other. I prefer to test my skill with a blade."

she's a little disappointed, but replies with
"I have to say no to a contest with weapons, As I never turn a weapon on a good person or use one in a friendly contest, unless it's a tournament.
What about a drinking contest then."

she's a little disappointed, but replies with

"I have to say no to a contest with weapons, As I never turn a weapon on a good person or use one in a friendly contest.
What about a drinking contest then."

Fisnis grins slightly before answering "I do not drink either sorry to say. Drunkenness tends to lead a person to be sloppy and never know when someone is around that wants to hurt you. More so if you are a follower of Gorum."

"Hmm, I'll have to think on what could be another contest for us to compete with." she ends in an excited tone and smile

Alric does his best to give whoever's speaking at any given time but often sneaks glances at Jeminda.

Does she wear a wedding band?

"Unless you're willing to go toe to toe with this strapping fellow in actual combat, I believe you're out of luck Eve. He seems like the strong, reserved type."

Alric turns his attention to Jeninda during a lull in the conversation.

"I accept this task and look forward to working with a group of individuals as...unique as yourselves."

"I'm sure the barkeep doesn't want a brawl in his bar, and prefer not to cheese off establishments that I might come back to."

Jeminda looks at little put off by the rather strange behavior of the female in the group. perhaps I've made a mistake in my choosing...she seems a little...off she things to her self for a moment. Hearing Alric's comment she nods.

Yes I think unique would be an accurate way to describe this group. And to answer Mr.Valingesh's question I hired you because...well...how do I put this nicely...I need this job done discreetly and your careers are young enough that it makes that goal possible. You won't draw a hold bunch of attention to yourselves. I hope my words do not offend I was only speaking the truth.

And Alric she is wearing a wedding band so stop thinking what your thinking :P

Fisnis shrugs after Jeminda explains why she chose the group. "That is fine I just try to spread the word of Gorum."

Corrmesa shrugs. "Humans and their secrets. Typical," he thinks to himself.

"The job is noble and the pay is good. We should prepare for the trip and maybe see what we can learn of the tax dodgers beforehand." the elf says aloud. "Anyone here know of Ravenmoor? Jeminda anything else you could tell would be appreciated."

Well you should know about my brother-in-law. He is a short stocky man of Ulfen decent with a shock of read hair. He has blunt, ugly features with course, patchy facial scruff. And unfortunatly he is a drunk...and my sisters death only made that problem worse. He had been trying to kick his drinking habit which is why I trusted him to do this task for me. But its been over a month since I last heard from him and I fear he's been waylaid by bandits or worse. Did you know there is a huge goblin problem to the south...the people of Sandpoint are always complaining about them...maybe he got attacked by one of them.

She takes a moment to calm herself and then continues.

The last I heard from him was a short letter from Galduria, in which he boasted about making the journey along the Lost Coast Road from the town of Sandpoint in record time. He predicted that if weather held, he'd be done in Ravenmoor and back in Magnimar with in a week and a half.

Someone make me a sense motive check and a diplomacy check please. This brings up a point, if anyone of you is new(I can't remember) please don't read spoilers unless they are addressed to you or you have beaten the listed dc.

Oh and just an FTI: I have a job interview today at 2 so I might not be able to post as often but I'll still keep things going.

Alric sighs when he sees the wedding band, mastering himself he puts of a straight face and says:

And Alric she is wearing a wedding band so stop thinking what your thinking :P

Yea, I was hoping brother-in-law by his marriage, not hers. At least I'd have something to work with ya know? I mean the description of this village is totally the hills have eyes and idk if He could stomach one of those.

"Well, if we're to be leaving soon I'd just as well get the road off me, these last few days have not been kind."

Alric then proceeds to the bath and cleans himself off, changing into a clean set of clothes and making himself fresh for the coming journey.

Sense Motive:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Well I was close.

Fisnis listens as Jeminda speaks wondering to himself what could of happened to her brother-in-law. He than says "I see it can be very dangerous if one is not careful."

in a calm and polite tone
"Sorry, if my behavior is a unique, but when you are raised in the woods with only a father, are a tomboy, and practically live in the wild I forget a few thing when with others."

Sense motive aid another: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 2 = 8
Sorry no help here.

Waking up the thread

You did only want one person to make the checks correct?

Corrmesa packs away the few things he retrieved from his pack during the chat with Jeminda. He goes over what he has and what he may need to look into getting, for the trip.

I believe we all could make the check