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Baldrick frowns, scratches at his head - he's having a hard time imagining what Turq is talking about, but he's happy to roll with it as long as he occasionally gets to hit things with a hammer.
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Rodney find a spot on stage as gives a performance to the new leader.
Turq’s observation of the dwarven woman’s seems accurate in that she does not seem very pleased with all of the attention. You’d imagine that just adds to the fun for some of her celebrators though.
The serving girl, seeing you walk in smiles in recognition. ”The heroes have returned!” she says in a jesting sort of way. ” ‘Fraid while you’’uns were gone, all hell broke out here. Sit down and fill ya’ll in. I’m assumin’ ya’ll want yer regular orders?” When you inform her that you’ve already gone to the Tapkeeper, she sighs and shakes her head. Tryin’ to put me out of a job.” She laughs and hustles off to get your drink orders from the bar.
After a few mins, she returns with drinks and informs you that in your absence, a Verbeeg had attacked and killed the speaker while stealing some mead. On the good side of the story was another adventuring group had come into town shortly after and tracked the verbeeg down, recovering the mead and avenging the speaker’s death. ”Then, ole Olivessa got wrapped up in a big todo over Froth tryin to cheat the vote in his favor. “ the server went on, leaning over the table as if she had news she didn’t want others to hear. Being called to another part of the tables, she wraps up her tale quickly. ”But all’s well that ends well right? Hey, you didn’t hear none-o-that from me though. Don’t want to be known as a gossip.” Most of you have been around long enough in town to know that she IS indeed the biggest gossip in town.
Turq laughs playfully, O' course not, honey! Just gettin' a head start fer ye!
The man chuckles at his mead joke and tosses her a gold piece, knowing full well that she doesn't make that in a week, Ain't gonna do much sitting in me pocket...
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Giant? Here? Well, I guess it's not too far-fetched, eh? Turq casts a glance at the new speaker, We'll pay a visit to Oli and see if we canna offer some aid...
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If you use water you could recycle it with a windmill through the thermal vents and back through the forge in a continuous loop and you could set a separate set of pipes with a small amount of water siphoning off for a spa
the voice continues to whisper: You could make weapons and melt ice and flood cities and control the whole ten towns with such technology
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His (first glass) of mead down, Baldrick's feet start tapping to the tune of Rodney's As the server approaches the table, he waves his glass and shouts "Another!" before hopping up to join some of the locals in a dance:
Excited that someone is offering more ideas, Turq begins jotting notes on the table with a piece of charcoal...
The focus of the mead hall’s patrons being on the new speaker, few noticed Rodney climbing onto the stage this night, but as soon as the bard struck his first note, he had the entire hall enthralled by his performance. By the end of the night, there were few sober but not one of them would forget, and stories of the celebration that followed Olivessa’s election will be told in this hall for generations to come.
Whether you wake in the forge, a newfound partners bed, or the floor of the mead hall, the next day comes and the village of Good Mead returns to business as usual. You’re gathered for breakfast in the mead hall when Olivessa comes through the door. It’s not difficult to tell she’s not very happy and the grumbling you hear from her as she approaches is further evidence of her sour mood. ”Welp, the fun lasted all o one night. I gotta ask a favor of you lot. Sorry to skip the pleasantries but I’m already hav’n to be at four places yet this morning and every one o them is an emergency.” She takes a moment to catch her breath and sees a left over mug from the night before. Sniffing and looking into the mug, she nods and shrugs downing the remaining contents. ”So, one of our lot, a human lad by the name of Joey has a case of sticky fingers. Normally his conscience gets the better o him and he returns what he snagged but this time, I think he might of messed up pretty good.”
Turq, splayed out across a fluffy rug, lifts his head, peeking out through one eye, Joey? What has the lad done now?
Baldrick stands and stretches, trying to work out a kink in his back: "Sure - we're always willing to help out. What can we do? Has the boy run off?"
Umikh went for some hair of the dog as well, and listens to hear more about this Joey.
The eladrin listens to the tale of Joey of the Sticky Fingers
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The eladrin listens to the tale of Joey of the Sticky Fingers
”He went and pocketed a magic wand from the group of adventurers that came through here while you lot were away. Besides the problem of stealin from those that were here to help, I think the boy got em self a but of a curse. He says for the past two nights, he’s been visited in his sleep by a ghost and he’s not able to get any sleep. The boy looks pretty bad and if it continues, I’d can’t say what will come of ole Joey. “
“Now this is where you lot come in. I heard the adventurers talkin about where they tracked down the giant that killed Kendrick, and it sounded like they got into some kind o crypt. I’m bettin they let more than just stale air outa that place. I’m hopin if you can return the wand to the crypt, maybe the ghost will leave ole Joe alone.”
"More angry ghosts, eh? Well, hopefully nothing ol' Rodalas here can't talk them out of." Baldrick grins, dropping a huge hand on the eladrin's shoulder and giving him a shake. "Just point us in the direction of this here crypt."
Joey's not like us, Netz, he's just a boy, Turq says as he rubs his scalp, Don't know if he's got a couple more days.
Nodding at Baldrick, Yeah, which direction is it? We'll take care of it. Do ye have the wand, or do we need ta grab it from the boy?
Rodney yawns as he slowly removes the arm of a bar maid, from his chest, that kept him warm last night.
"Well first we need to get the wand, before I can take a look at it. Where is this way ward boy at? And how receptive will he be for our help?" He offers up as he stumbles around looking for something to eat for breakfast.
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Turq shrugs, Well, no use standin' on ceremony, folks.
The stout warrior begins his morning wash, checking to see if the water in the kettle over the fire is still warm, and pouring it into a basin.
A few minutes later, finding that no one has this identify spell, he begins donning his chainmail, Mikh-ey, help me with this, will ye? I'll help ye with yers...
We'll just toss the stick in a bag and not give her another thought, the shock trooper comments off-handedly as he shimmies his way into his armor.
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Eager to be off, Baldrick quickly cleans up the remains of breakfast ("Whaddya mean you're eating that? It's time to go! ... Fine, Rodney, but you're washing your own plate!") then heads into the forge area to pack up his gear.
Your quick response is commendable and you’re pretty sure Olivessa is greatfull, but her rushed situation and normal dwarven stoic demeanor prevent any and all coddling. ”Good.” she looks at Turq, ”Joe’s locked ‘imself in his house. You know where he lives. Go get the durned thing from ‘im. As for the giants lair where it came from, I had one of our trappers draw you up a rough map to the ridge where the adventures said they came across the cave. It’s east of the lake so be ready for anything. With the attacks on Easthaven, Moradin knows what you’ll come across.” With that, she nods to you all and heads for the door. ”Work to be done boys, let’s get to it.”
Aye, we got ye, Turq says as he shoulders his pack, C'mon, boyos, let's get to Joey's cabin! We gots some talking to do... Rodney, likely going to come down to yer silver tongue, I figure.
With that, Turq holds open the door, letting the cold air blow in, Come now, no time fer dallyin'!
After helping anyone else into any armor, and making sure we got all our stuff and did a reasonable job of cleaning up after ourselves, "Mikhey" follows Turq out the door. He agrees, just chucking the wand into a bag will be a sufficiently good idea.
Hopefully this lad doesn't give us any trouble trying to take it off his hands. Maybe we can trek out there and be back by supper? he asks hopefully.
Baldrick pops out of the forge, pack and bedroll slung over his shoulder: Aren't you slug-a-beds ready yet?! C'MON, C'MON, LET'S GO, LET'S GO - HUP, TWO, THREE - THERE'S A GOOD LAD!" He moves through the group, shaking shoulders and yanking people to their feet, finally stopping next to Turq, to whom he whispers: "I don't really think I'm cut out to be a drill sergeant... Hey, should we just go get the thing and come back for them - oh, never mind, looks like we're ready to go now."
Turq smiles and leans in toward Baldrick, The time fer soldierin' is done, Bald-ey, time to do our own thing... These folk ain't the soldierin' type, no sense tryin' ta treat 'em as such. They'll be okay. We'll just be officers, figurin' out how ta make each o' them shine on their own strengths.
Baldrick's eyes fill with tears that quickly overflow and run down through his moustache. He manages to croak out: "Ya, my soldiering is done... Excuse me," he turns quickly and steps out the door.
Lumen checks over his gear. "I think I'm ready. Let's see about getting that wand," he says to his eager companions.