If others have not yet attacked, Khyrn looks at the other ruffians, "Are you going to let him cost you 50 gold? You're already criminals and grave robbers because of him - just give us the name and you get the gold!"
If battle occurs, Khyrn assumes a full defensive posture in the first round of combat.
Gods Markus! Ramos yells. Are you going to just take this? Whirling back on the half-orc Ramos prepares to defend himself, while squarely looking the half-orc in the eye. You threaten my friend and I'll threaten you. You got information? Good! Now be smart. I'll pay you but not your hopped up little cronies. Now, here's the deal. We found the shack. We found the Owlbear, and we killed it. Think about that for a second. We Killed it. Gods below! You should be paying us. Now tell us what you know.
Todrik makes to rise, but Kullen reaches out a hand and pulls him back to his seat.
The half-orc slowly wipes the spittle from his face and grins viciously at Ramos, murder dancing in his eyes.
"You know what? I suddenly find myself in a generous mood. You know the old observatory outside of town? If I were looking for some old bones I might try there. Now you all have a nice evening."
He turns grimly back to his drink, ignoring both you and his bewildered compatriots.
Markus listens to the situation defuse as he stalks out the door, pausing just long enough to grab his fauchard.
An alchohol fuelled Sverrir stops short as the group finish negotiations with the half orc.
As the others move away the dwur stands wearing a grim smile;
"Kullennnn... we have unfinshhhed business you and me... Reckon we danse when we get back eh?"
Kullen raises his eyes to the swaying dwarf,
"Oh we'll dance dwarf, we'll dance..."
Seeing the others leave the bar, Pavo gets back to the game, not wanting to leave a gold piece behind if he could waste it. Turning back to his competitor, Pavo asks, "What was that all about?" Before taking up a throwing knife and launching it towards the next target.
Khyrn pulls Sev away and leads him outside. Seeing Ramos, he says, "Watch your back, brother. The look he gave you was a promise... and thanks for jumping in."
Looking at his throw, Pavo tisks before saying "Looks like you got me this time around." Forking over the gold crown he owed, he continues with, "Thanks fer the game. If you got the time, make sure to stop by the Emporium before you leave. The clientele might be a tad snobbish, but there be some good people working there." With that, Pavo leaves the bar to meet up with the rest of the group.
Oh aye, he had murder in his eyes Khyrn. But we got what we came for. And a brute like that could only appreciated a show of force. If I had backed down he would have thought us easy. Now, lets go check out the observatory.
Come on, now... No fighting. We need our strength and wit about us if we're to keep exploring that damned cairn. You lay off the drink, Sverrir! Need you sober.
Think we can trust the info? And, for the record... I'd of clean their clocks every one. Just not good form to wreck the local tavern, lads. Not good form at all.
Placing his arm around the dwarf, Markus starts down the street. And when did the men of the cloth get so violent?!
She takes your coin with a grin, "Thanks for the game. You know where to find me if you feel like losing more money."
Sverrir balefully stares down Kullen as he is ushered from the tavern, only to have the look replaced by a mournful one as he spies the undrunk boilermakers sat upon the bar...
Wearily he trudges with the others, fighting the need to slake his thirst...
"I think we can trust the info, he wants us dead, so why not send us to the person responsible for unearthing all those bodies?"
"And I'm not a man of the cloth. I'm a man of the chainmail and battleaxe, Ramos just likes to push his luck." Khyrn says grinning at the other priest.
Well at the very least, it's good that we're getting to now each the other.
Now, where is Pavo?
Having heard that the others were headed for the Old Observatory, Pavo begins to head in that direction at a quick pace so that he can catch up with the others. After a bit of running around, Pavo meets up with the others as he exclaims, "There you all are. Sorry for falling behind, but I had a game to finish, learned a bit about the three adventurers from Greyhawk as well. Seems they are here following an expedition that came through Diamond Lake about 20 some odd years ago. It doesn't seem like they have found the cairn we have been exploring yet however. The slim one seems to be good with a knife as well, took my gold, though I put up quite a fight."
Markus smiles at Pavo's approach. Information is good. Anything regarding their disposition? Cold blooded mercenaries, heroes in the making, seekers of lore?
A short distance north of Diamond Lake, on a bluff overlooking an abandoned mine, a crumbling old observatory casts its gaze to the heavens. A wide slit bisects its domed tower, where surely a great telescope once peered into eternity. Now the place bears a dark character, like a sagging tenement broken under the weight of decades of inhabitants. A slim stairway cut into the steep hillside leads to the structure's only door, on the side of the tower's attached one-story outbuilding. Flickering light filters through the observatory's only windows, along the tower's second and third floors.
"Well, the elf seemed more like wanting to adventure for adventure. However, since they were following another expedition, it is possible that at least one of them is working with an organized group. Maybe the bodies with the symbols in the cairn were part of that group?"
Spotting the Old Observatory, Pavo comments, "Well don't that place looks pleasant."
It's possible I suppose Ramos mutters to Pavo. Gods, they might even pay to know the location of the lost expedition. Ramos utters thoughtfully. Once we are done here and we have finished exploring the cairn we might want to have a talk with them.
Putting a hand on Pavo's shoulder, Ramos gives a firce grin. Your the scout.. He states, while also gazing up at the old observator.
Markus doesn't like what he sees. How do we cover the man? Any ranged weapons?
Going with him... Now Pavo, how do you stay silent?
Slipping his enchanted blade form his belt, Pavo makes his way towards the front door of the observatory, keeping to the shadowy areas that are scattered around the path that leads up to the Observatory.
Pavo ghosts over to the base of the observatory. The stairway rised to a wide landing and two huge wooden doors. Shot through with dark blue mould, the doors form an enormous round moon carved with a lunatic's jabbering face. Beneath the landing, an unremarkable wooden door appears to lead to a tool closet under the stairs. Applying the softest touch, you find both doors to be locked.
Markus tries to mimic Pavo's footwork as he follows the younger man.
Slipping to the tool closet, Pavo takes out his tool set, slips his enchanted goggles over his eyes and works to unlock the door.
Any advantage Pavo's stealth may have gained is quickly lost as Markus clomps along in his wake.
The tool closet's lock gives way to Pavo's deft touch.
Sverrir stands off watching Pavo at work and Markus "stealthy" approach. He particularly looks for any reaction the Librarian's racket...
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Khyrn silently mouths a prayer to Heironeous at his companions' apparent lack of stealth. He gives Ramos a sidelong glance then sighs as he continues to wait for Pavo to open the door.
Glaring back at the ruckus behind him, Pavo then says, "Well, its unlocked, go ahead and give the door a try." With that, he takes his blade in hand and hides along the wall next to the door.
Markus shrugs. Reaching to open the door.
Shaking off the pounding in his head and the creeping thirst in his throat Sverrir scowls and stomps forward to join the rest of the group...
"Feh. Lets just get on with this... left a round of boilermakers in the Dog und I've a date with that ugly half breed..."
Markus opens the door to reveal a tool shed. A couple of muddy wheel barrows stand propped against one wall with an assortment of shovels and other tools strewn about.
Just inside the door, stand a pair of what seem to be tiny dolls, though the reek of decay rises from them. At the sight of Marcus, they hiss...
Round 1:
26 E2
24 Khyrn
20 Ramos
16 Pavo
15 Lucid
14 E1
10 Sverrir
8 Markus
One of the critters rushs at Marcus, bitting at his feet:
Watching in the distance, Ramos can see Markus seem to recoil at something from within the shed. Cursing to himself that something has already noticed their presence, the priest of ill luck rushes forward towards the base of the tower.
[Oc]Nah, Pavo will save me! Thankfully, it missed.[/b]
Standing just next to the entry way, Pavo takes this chance to lash out with his enchanted blade.
Tomb motes, I gather... Speedy and resistant some weaponry. Never before had the.. pleasure.
Seeing Markus come under attack, Khyrn runs toward the door!
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