Moving this over to discussion.
Having cleared this level let's make our way back to zelkors ferry to sell stuff and resupply.
We'll follow the map we found leading from the mouth back to the ferry
"Let's head out then lad - I wanna see how much gold we can garner of all this" - Aggrammar agrees - "And remember, the first round is on me"
About halfway back you come across a rather strange sight. In the path ahead is a broken Two Handed Sword, sticking out of the ground. It looks a lot like the one Good Thomas was carrying.
"No... Not Thomas "
Distraught at the thought of some ill fate befalling the mighty Ogren, Sorek begins searching about for further clues.
Or perception if more appropriate
Myrick draws his weapon.
"Who is this Thomas?"
"Thomas is a mighty Ogren warrior with a good heart who accompanied us here to the Mouth of Doom. Unfortunately he began to long for home and left us before we delved too far down. I do not hold it against him and wish him well as I know his is a mighty sword for good wherever it is pointed. Now looking down at what appears to be his sword, I'm very worried for my friend"
"A comrade we once traveled with. He was head of the guard force on a caravan we were with. Ended up leaving that job when I did to strike out on a more independent venture. "
are we able to find any further clues to Thomas's fate? Anything to point us to where he may be or where we should direct our wrath to avenge him?
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Trying to gather info on the fate of Good Thomas
After searching for info on Thomas... Sorek goes to Bjorn the priest and asks if he has the ability to craft a headband of wisdom +2 to help bolster his ability to combat the evil within ra
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Lars will also ask about his erstwhile comrade in arms.
"What the heck may have happened to him?" - Aggrammar ponders, following along with his companions - "Lad sure looked capable of defending himself though"
"With the right materials I can brew a few healing potions, scribe some scrolls or even craft a wand of "cure light wounds", but that is the limit of my abilities.
I saw your friend board a keel boat. That is the last I heard of him. Think it was heading south."
"Any idea what the name of that keel boat was or who could tell us that information? "
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"I think it was the big one, The Brawler. She is not in port now."
While securing additional supplies Sorek asks around for more information on the Brawler and Good Thomas
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Aggrammar veers off from Sorek - "I'll check the harbor directly lad - and we'll meet at the inn?"
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"Heck!" - the dwarf rumbles - "At least I'll get a beer" - he adds, moving towards the counter - "Anyone wants one?" - he questions from the others.
"Ah yes, the wondrous mating of malt and hops. A true blessing of Pekko. Of course I will partake. "
sitting down next to Aggrammar and Lars a slightly dejected look on his face "Watered down wine please" not wanting to dull his senses
"I had no luck asking about for further info on the Brawler or Thomas. People looked at me like I had a 3rd eye growing out of my forehead"
A)can we buy that CLW wand from Bjorn?
B)Sorek and Aggy had no luck asking about the Brawler or Thomas. Did Lars or Myrick do any better? Or is this a dead end and we forget about Thomas?
C)Is there a little Goblin in the bar with us and do I need to have my hand on my coin purse?
"It sounds ta me about right lad!" - Aggrammar chuckles as Sorek enumerates some of their options.
"Tell ya what - one thing we can do fer sure - have another drink!" - he finishes, ordering another round for him and Lars, and bringing up his mug for a toast - "We're still here! That's good enough fer me!"
A) Yes he can make one. Will take him a couple of days as he will only spend four hours a day on it.
B) As far as you can find out Good Thomas boarded a Keel Boat south towards Endhome. This is mostly a red herring.
C) probably!
D) All the wine is watered down here, but not the ale!
The wide plank is lowered so that the first passengers can step off the boat and onto the dock. First among the dozen or so is a large bustling woman with a baby tucked into her coat. Her swaying bottom creates alot of space and she snaps her fingers so that the thin man following knows to come to heel.
But there in the shadow of the massive harridan is a small figure, hardly noticed on board the journey and even harder to spot now. Perhaps that is a good thing when your grey cloak is blood-splattered and wreaks of defeat. Anyway the woman's long nose wrinkles at an unknown odour and she spins about quickly. By then the goblin has slipped the other way and moved on. He heads down the side of the street, close to the wall, unobtrusively.
Soon he reaches his destination, the bathhouse but upon entry, another large woman with sleeves rolled up and red-faced from labor steps into the threshold and wags a finger.
"Go away, we don't take your kind." So the creature leaves, hiding his scarred wrists from view so that no one can see he has been in prison before.
"No one joining me?! Lars?! You already drunk lad?!" - Aggrammar roars. The dwarf is apparently in a good mood.
"Me drunk? Surely not. I take appreciably more communion before that blessing is received. I shall go get us another round. Sorek, are you going to stick to that watered down swill or join in the ale?"
The grey cloaked greenskin spies an Inn and makes his way across the dirt to one side of the door. When the next patron leaves, he prepares to slip in quickly and quietly.
There is a sign swaying and creaking in the breeze, a strange creature like a pig but much bigger and more dangerous that makes him shudder inside.
No be wishin' te meet dat, Bristleback.
"Watered down wine will be good enough for me. Someone has to watch over the three of you and I haven't quite developed the tolerance yet for Pekkos brew. The monastery wasn't much for imbibing if you know what I mean" noticing that the Paladin next to him has been rather quiet "Myrick...penny for your thoughts"
There is a space at the bar on a high stool and the goblin hops up and puts a gold piece on the bar just loud enough for it to draw attention from the barman. He cringes as the big man turns and so lifts the coin to make it shine at the man.
"You got de whiskey? I loike bottle please to wet me whistle. God gold crown here. Ta" smiles the goblin widely.
Happy smile, happy smile, good gold, good gold, be nice to me, be nice to me.
A middle aged woman with blue eyes and light brown hair with a touch of gray stands behind the bar. "Now who let you in the gate? We don't serve the likes of you around here" as she grabs for a broom staring at the goblin, "now git!".
A door opens between the bar and the stairs, and another woman enters carrying two sealed bottles. The woman has skin the golden-brown color of good ale; her eyes are deeper brown, and she wears her black hair pulled up into a loose knot at the back of her head. She looks aghast as she spies the goblin at the bar almost frozen in fright, "goblins! We are invaded! They got over the wall!"
Aggrammar notices the goblin as the creature moved to the bar, and his hand immediately and instinctively moves to his weapon.
Surprisingly enough, he is completely taken aback by Mojo's words, and actually laughs raucously - "Little one's brave, we gotta give him that!" - he speaks to the women - "Come now lasses, one goblin in a tavern full o'weapons ain't no invasion - he's gotta be mighty thirsty to risk a move like this. And he's got gold, so how about ye let him take his drink and that's that?"
"Well ok, but you have to watch him then!" She brings him a small ale.
With a wink, Aggrammar stares hard at the goblin - "Hey! I'm watchin' ya now! Don't go wanderin' off" - then again turns laughing to the woman - "No worries. I'll keep an eye on him"
surprised at Aggrammars defense of the little green beastie...Sorek concentrates for a moment Detecting for Evil within the little one's soul. Pleasantly surprised to find none of the foul taint he relaxes a bit the little one must have an interesting story and brave on top of that to show up in a frontier town bar asking for a bottle
turning to Aggrammar "the little one here's ordering a whole bottle for himself. Who can drink more pound fer pound a Dwarf or a little Goblin?"
The goblin flinches at the woman's words and as the serving girl shrieks he jumps down to leave, covering his head in reflex. sweat beads his forehead instantly. But when Agrammar speaks and an agreement is made, the scout jumps back up carefully to make sure it isn't all a dwarven joke. He's had them before.
"Bless you Sir, I not be raidin' or stealin' here. You spit in me eye if'n I be twistin' dis tongue loike der snake. Mojo not tea leaf him scout fer hire." He looks down at the ale unhappily but doesn't say a word, just pulls out two silvers and pockets his gold. He pushes the shiny coins to the woman and guzzles some of the thin ale.
"Buck up little one. Ale is a fine drink. Whiskey is not so common in these remote locales. All of Pekka's blessings are worth your while. Well except that watered down wine swill Sorek is drinking. "
Lomyldyr sees the warm glow of the tavern in the distance and pauses to consider his options. I'll get no further this evening. Best to enjoy the comforts of civilization while I still can. He once again considers his destination and shudders.
Pushing back the cowl of his cloak, he enters the inn. The laughter in the room contrasts sharply with the bleak desperation of the squalid town. Lomyldyr surveys the bar's patrons. A goblin drinking with a dwarf? These truly are the end times! He smiles and takes a seat at the adjoining table and motions to the bar maid, "I'll have what they're drinking. And please, get them another round - on me."
He spreads his remaining silver on the table in an intricate pattern and turns to the others, "Life is short my friends. What shall we drink to?"
“Welcome to Zelkor’s Ferry. I hope the captain didn’t question you too hard at the gate. You may be a person bent on finding an adventure, but you don’t look like a troublemaker to me.” The woman’s blue eyes seem to twinkle as she smiles at you. Her light brown hair is beginning to show some grey, but her arms look strong where she has pushed up the sleeves of her brown dress. “If it’s adventure you want, let me tell you, you’ve come to the right place. Although we hold our own here, this area can by no means be considered safe and there’s plenty for a brave soul to find and do.
“I’m Amelia, and my husband and I are the proprietors of Bristleback Inn. It’s been in my husband’s family for several generations.” She leads you into the building’s common room and continues. “A room with your board is one gold piece a night… Thank you very much. The stable is just next door and stabling for a horse or mule is one silver piece. Anything more exotic than that and you’ll have to ask Bristleback; we own the stable, too. The two fellows out there, Vort and Igor, are both decent folk and will take good care of any of your animals.”
'Bring those bottles over here Tallie. Seems these gentlemen are thirsty!"
He has drunk whiskey mostly, ale never seems to hit the spot. But after a couple of swills, this rich heady concoction redolent of fruity hops and with a strong malty finish takes the breath away.
"Tis gran' dis be, madam. Wat you be cullin' it?
He has a long drink then the beady eyes narrow as Lars begins his faithful words. Where Pekko brew, me wonder, must be fair god stuff if'n him right. Less he be snake tongue too. "Thanks mister, sounds god."
Thrn the elf appears in the doorway and strides over to offer a drink. "I loike one more of dees if'n him buyin'?"
When the woman makes her offer of room and board, he takes a chance and bravely pretends that it includes him. Out comes a gold piece in a flash, two if it looks like the elf may not have enough silver. Just to make sure he gets a safe sleep for the night.
Everyone sees the greenskin nab a corner right next to the door or the other one if the common room has an exit.
Lomyldyr smiles at the woman, "Thank you for your hospitality, Amelia. I agree with the goblin - the ale is exceptional. Though I am happy to assist the community where possible, I come seeking a specific site. I expect I will be departing at day break." Lomyldyr slides a gold piece over to pay for the room and board.
Once the woman has departed, Lomyldyr turns to the others, "Since we're drinking together, I may as well tell you a bit about myself. My name is Lomyldyr Dweo-Mercraeft. I am an arcane specialist from Absalom. I have come to this blasted land searching for an ancient ruins. What, may I ask, brings your group to Zelkor's Ferry?"
"Honestly it was mostly happenstance that originally brought Sorek and I here. While in the area we seem to have fell into the business of dungeon delving. Rumor has it that the legendary Rappan Athuk lies somewhere hereabouts. We have done some exploring of a minor dungeon nearby, but we felt that we had taken all it had to offer in challenges and loot so we are going to start looking for the big fish. "