"Hrmph. Oh. What happened?"
"Hrmph. Oh. What happened?"
"We started banging on the gates. The Doc didn't like it and put some of us to sleep..Hope you had a nice nap. The Doc finally did give us some info. He says that Savario was selling forged papers in taverns and that maybe that didn't work out too well for him. That's all he had to say... Guess we should get some drinks and ask around. Sound like a plan?"
"I guess so. Doesn't look like we'll get anything more from the doc."
Oxnard simply shrugs and makes to follow... a bit embarrassed at his uninformed over-reaction.
assuming(dangerous word) that this plan is ok with everyone, we go searching for taverns and have our more charismatic members ask the bartenders(while tipping VERY generously) about someone selling forged papers
You will find some information about a guy that was looking to pass some paper for coin a few days ago in another bar. Did not see what happened with him though.
"What now?" Clearly at odds at the situation at hand Rhiannon looks to her more savory companions.
"Simple enough Rhîa" - Grenz nods - "We move to the other bar, and look for the guy"
Fibek follows the others, ready to lend magical assistance when needed.
Baalîantar also follows along.
You ask around at the other bar and find out that this person seemed to disappear and some men left with a huge sack over their shoulder and headed to the Four Corners.
"Why don't we go ask those guys about that sack they've got?!"
and off we go to the Four Corners
FYI, the Four Corners is where Dr Remallo is. You are going to need to do some night work and some second story work to get into the place.
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"Good idea. Let´s do that."
"Tonight at midnight I will scout and make sure we have a way to cross from the inn" - Grenz whispers to the others before they return to the inn - "Sounds solid?"
In town for family business, Zarzuzu Jelaquet hears some light scratching on the ceiling of his room at the inn that could be footsteps.
"What's that..." the sleepy Zarzuzu mutters. "Silly cats..."
The Jelaquet Family loves felines, and currently has some 37 running around their estate. Considering Zarzuzu was dreaming about being home and practicing his proclivity for fire magic to direct a superheated ray to delicately cut a gemstone, it was only natural he forget he was, in fact, not in his bed at home, and should probably have been concerned about the idea of footsteps on the roof.
However, instead of being concerned, he simply fell back to sleep and began snoring lightly once again.
Sitting with her friends in a tavern Rhiannon wonders how the last weeks happened so fast. Friends lost, but also misson accomplished, it had been a difficult time for them.
Absentmindly toying with her glass of wine she felt the tug of her familiar and reached down to stroke it gently.
Baalîantar walks into the Tavern, up to where Rhîan-nôn is seated.
The large half-orc is oblivious to most patrons giving him a wide berth.
The chair he sits on groans in protest under the combined weight of both his bulk and that of his gear.
"Sorry I'm late. Had to check on Bubble and Chuckles."
"Grooming, feeding, and all that sort of thing."
"Luckily those two are getting along famously."
"The journey would seem longer if my horse and donkey didn't get along."
"Speaking of feed; I'm hungry. As usual."
Baalîantar then orders enough food and ale for two or three people and proceeds to tuck in.
Hearing the half-orc order enough food for a week, Rhiannon smiles the smile they all liked about her. The smile, that all was well.
"So your mules are feed? Good, good. Now have a seat and enjoy some of yourself. Where are the others? Is Grenz still polishing his new short-sword. OOps I think that could be misunderstood. But no matter. He is usually late."
The diminutive (even for a Halfling) Wabbit flips down from his standing perch on top of the rickety bar stool while miraculously retaining all the Ale in his mug "Thank you ...Thank you ...I'll be here all night" he says with a wide smile to the amused onlookers.
Finding the booth where Rhian is ogling the vast amounts of food about to be vanquished by Baal...Wabbit then hops up and takes his customary seat the table leaning comfortably against the wall surveying the room while careful not to stick his toes into Baal's food.
"Lively crowd tonight...Everyone else? Quin is probably feeding the wolf and Zarzazu is likely watching. I think he wants a wolf to ride as well?
With a grin, Baalîantar answer Wabbit:
"They probably are. But you know me. I'm hungry, as always."
"I see you're minding your feet, Wabbit. That's good"
"Don't want me mistaking your toes for potatoes again, do you?"
As the party travels the King’s Road toward Endhome, they come upon the
sight of a slaughter. An entire caravan has been wiped out with the ferocity of wild beasts, though the arrows and weapon marks left behind show that it perpetrated by men.
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"Damn..." - Grenz steps forward to survey the scene - "What happened here?"
"An ambush?"
Evening is falling as you travel along the King’s Road north
of the Gaelon River. You are in the civilized hinterlands of
the free city of Endhome but in an area where there are only
sporadic farms and granges. You must start thinking about
finding a place to stop for the night soon, and it doesn’t look
like an inn or cotter’s loft is going to conveniently appear.
You are eyeing a few possible clearings among the sparse
stands of trees that grow along the road when the wind
shifts and brings to your ears the sound of dogs growling
and fighting on the road ahead. Likewise the wind shift
brings with it the unmistakable smell of spilled blood.
Grenz, you can see where a group of at least 12 booted humanoids and a half-dozen wolves waited in ambush under the trees.