Fornholdt Hittlebriar's page

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A School on a Hill
To Demgazi

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♜ Port of Golsifar | Market Square
♜ Sunset
♜ 19 Lamashan, 4714
♜ Partly Cloudy | 75°

☦ Nosatrub
♜ Karl
☀ Beckett
♆ Lavios

Dramatis Personae
> Fornholdt Hittlebriar - Wisterix Bros Caravan Boss (human)
> Lemay de Rosin - Priest of Shelyn (human)
> Malau the Unwashed - Local druid (human)

Hittlelbriar reassess Karl and the others after Beckett's addition to the conversation. His eyes narrow as a grin turns up the corner of his mouth. "Gooood...ha ha, quite entrepreneurial, Mr Marsh." He relaxes his stance and hooks his thumbs under his belt. "And ya got a bushel o' folks ta fill the ranks. You're my kind of chap, Marsh; fearless and inventive. Get the coin for the lad, get the coin for the caravan, mebbe ya got another bit of the side, eh?" He eyes Phedron standing near Malau and Lemay. "Have is a bit old ta be fer the school ain't he? Yer beardy must have a real shine fer the school ta send 'im this old."

There's pause as Hittlebriar looks from Phedron then back till the party. He chuckles to himself, a dangerous sounding tone to his mirth. "O'course, my only concern is you lot focusing on the caravan. Keep the creepies off her, they don't get on the pretty boy, eh? We all win."

"Have your fill o' food n' ale, boys. You cone by Wisterix Brothers tomorrow," He points towards the two story building on the east side of town. "Ya can collect yer contracts. We leave the following day." He rubs at his jowls, chin elevated as he contemplates. "Bring yer minstrels. If they're a bit o' right, I may cut ya an extra share."

He looks to Nosa and Beckett and he finishes scratching his chin. "It'll be a curiosity havin' yer sort along. That fancy-boy priest Lemay's too busy in town ta venture east n' give a looksee to the road. Maybe you lot can do that fer me, eh?"

With that he departs, heading in the direction of the Wisterix building.

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(Here's the Calendar as it were...)
19 Lamashan (today)
》Dinner with Onura & Crew
》Rest for evening | Drogan's adventure

20 Lamashan
》Sign contract with Wisterix
》Pick up Nosa's armor & the Urghosh
》Investigate, rest up, say goodbyes to Onura & Crew

21 Lamashan
》Depart with Hittlebtiar's caravan

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A School on a Hill
To Demgazi
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♜ Port of Golsifar | Market Square
♜ Sunset
♜ 19 Lamashan, 4714
♜ Partly Cloudy | 75°

☦ Nosatrub
♜ Karl
☀ Beckett
♆ Lavios

Dramatis Personae
> Lemay de Rosin - Priest of Shelyn (human)
> Malau the Unwashed - Local druid (human)
> Fornholdt Hittlebriar - Wisterix Bros Caravan Boss (human)

Even without his armor, the paladin is imposing. The big man turns his eyes to the formidable form of Nosatrub Shieldarm and gives a chuckle. "Ya got some minerals kid. I got some too, but I got a business to run. If ya want a job from me, you got two things to do..." He takes a step to the right so he's facing Nosa directly. The men are eye to eye in height, neither flinching. Hittlebriar holds up a finger. "One, ya give me a bit o' slack n' let me know your business out East." He holds up a second. "Then there's two, ya check your tone with me kid, before I put your gibblets in your neck."

He squares his stance before Nosatrub, a subtle shift of his feet but it's there. "Or are you some bad-boy yardie lookin' for a spot o' trouble?"

(Yeah! Nosa's back!)

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♜ Port of Golsifar | Market Square
♜ Sunset
♜ 19 Lamashan, 4714
♜ Partly Cloudy | 75°

☦ Nosatrub
♜ Karl
☀ Beckett
♆ Lavios

Dramatis Personae
> Lemay de Rosin - Priest of Shelyn (human)
> Malau the Unwashed - Local druid (human)
> Fornholdt Hittlebriar - Wisterix Bros Caravan Boss (human)

As Marsh draws his paired weapons with a practiced flourish, two men among the crowd stand stand a bit straighter and move forward. But Hittlebriar waves them off with a gesture of his meaty hand. He hooks his thumbs at his hips and appraises the group before him. "Ya got the markings of a Brevish swordsman, old man. And ya got as motley a bunch with ya as I've seen..." His gaze brings in Linkah and ends with Marsh. "Mules mostly. No camels, this ain't Qadira. We got horses, but they cost some quids to use."

Hittlebriar moves his incredible girth among the party, getting a closer look. "I see the likes o' strangers such as these n' it gets me wonderin' at what drives a group o' 5 to head out East. Ya say yer off the boat, sounds fine. But gold is gold, where were ya headed? Or do ya got interests East o' here."

He finishes his inspection and returns to the front of the group. "I'm no boffer for the sweet beardies, but I'm no advocate fer mercenaries lookin' ta hop the border south ta Qadira." He pauses, a suspicious glint in his eyes. "So, what's yer interest out East?"

(Hittlebriar appears to be a rather astute fellow upon closer inspection. If any are intent on lying or stretching the truth, please roll a Bluff Check and you can aid one another.)

(I'll keep Phedron in a separate post for now. Anyone who wants to go over and join him, let me know.)

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♜ Port of Golsifar | Market Square
♜ Sunset
♜ 19 Lamashan, 4714
♜ Partly Cloudy | 75°

☦ Nosatrub
♜ Karl
☀ Beckett
♆ Lavios
♞ Phedron

Dramatis Personae
> Lemay de Rosin - Priest of Shelyn (human)
> Malau the Unwashed - Local druid (human)
> Fornholdt Hittlebriar - Wisterix Bros Caravan Boss (human)

Hittlebriar looks Marsh up and down, then casts a look over the others in the party. He replies as his gaze returns to Marsh. "200 up front, boy."

He works his right shoulder and hooks his thumbs under his belt. Up close now, the man looks formidable despite his immensity. Though he has no weapons on his person, those hams he has for fists have enough callouses on the knuckles to indicate they've seen some use.

"Ya don't look local, so I'll tell ya why; ya travel with the caravan the whole way. No runnin' off with the coin unless you want to feed it to the death dogs out in the Dirt Wilds." He scratches at the rolls under his chin and considers more of what Marsh said. "Name's Fornholdt Hittlebriar, lead caravan boss for Wisterix. Who might you be, eh? What's this two for one business?"

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