NPC Braendar StoneShield's page

"smoke away lad... nothing to be harmed with it in here.."
He said to Boram as he made a motion with his hand pointing out the smelters fire and the stonework everywhere.. He settle leaning back against a solid table. and began to answer the questions posed.

"Church folk run the caravan, i've met them once... they arent too pushy with their dogma, they just dont want their magical artifacts damaged or destroyed. They are pretty expensive, but i dont think they are well.. a target to steal... too unique and special.They will probably carry other goods used in the process of tailoring and as for bandits.. well this trade season has seen an unuasual amount of banditry... bad year for crops, folk are in a bad way.. usually leads to more banditry. any specific group to be wary of?"
He just shrugs at the question.He turned to the perfect dwarven dialect speaking human with a raised brow.
"Interesting.. we will have to have a sit down some time.. but no lass nothing i need from...." He paused and his deep brown eyes lit up. "Actually... My cousin... Bergher has a shop there... just buy anything with his mark... I'd appreciate it."

He paused again and took a deep breath.

"I will send you with a letter into Macridi... shouldnt be too hard to find the caravan. SHow em the seal and follow their directions and everything should be good to go. I dont think they are leaving until tomorrow, but I would head into town today and see whats up and then see what you may need for this trip."

"At this festival they make this special tapestry to some minor goddess or something sposedly they weave this thing and it provides forsight in the year to come. Seem's kinda hokey to me eh boy. E'er year they raft these big ol looms here in Macridi with special woods sposedly grown in some sort of faeriegrove in the woods About the town and then they take these looms up to the festival.

Bandits have been growing something like a bad wart in the lands, and they need to make sure they get there so they hired up to insure they get there. These looms are so big they will be mounted on the wagons pratically, so its really just a matter of making sure the wagons arent destroyed or nothing on the way there."

The armory was silent this early in the morning, though a young skinny maiden was in it already three swords laid out in front of her. She was running a polishing rag over a fourth blade in her hand.

"Go ahead lass and get some breakfast, ye can finish your chores afterwards."

A deep dwarven lilted voice told the girl who scampered off. He paused and frowned pulling a breastplate off a table and setting it on the wooden floor. He unrolled a map of the lands and waited for you all to gather round.

This'n is a simple mission, lads and lasses, but important. The lifeblood of Druma is trade, coin has to flow in, coin has to flow out. Merchants ere in town are sending up special looms to be used at the Feast of Fate."

He pulled out a pouch of leather and pulled some dark leaf and stuck a large wad of it in his lips. He offered the pouch out to those gathered.

"The caravan will take ye to Ebbernant, a large town in the northeast of Druma close to the borders of Ishgar. I recken you folk can take a day or two and enjoy the festival and then head back. Watch for bandits near any woods along the path. Bastards show up e'er now and then. Any questions?"

"If you folks are good to go, gather your things, take some horses from the stable and head into Macridi. East side of town is where the caravans gather, You are looking for Goode's Coster company. Big G over a pile of coins is their trademark. If'n you arent sure how to find it stop by ol Quick in the center of town, the boy can lead you there for a few coppers im sure."

He began with a big grin.

He laughed at the way Throg swallowed the chew, and Hanz spat it out.

"Well'n its not for e'erone. There are six looms, five of great big size, hard to miss em the other somewhat smaller I reckon if he had to Hanz could easily carry that' un about. Your concerns about sticking out are noted but to be honest Miss Rakil, that is half the point. If you stick out as obvious muscle any hair brained bandit'll think twice about causing a ruckus."

He paused then grinned once more hand grooming his beard.

"Colewin reckons since its your first mission... at least with us, we could help out alittle. Theres a small cart being prepared for you all now, mostly with foodstuffs and water, Hanz there eats a bit, so it will come in handy."

He did stop now and he reached over to a small chest on the ground near one of the weapon racks that was mostly empty. He put it on the little table in front of him and cracked it open. He pulled out a small slate tablet and a peice of chalk.

"I will not be going with you in body. From the looks of the mission ye wont really need me, this is more about getting your feet wet than throwing you straight into the fires of dirty work, but I will be availible for questions and aid. This here little tablet is magic, something Allura came up with years ago. If'n you have questions write it on here and it'll show up on the big slate we have in the war room. it might take a moment or two but then my response will appear on your slate. The magic renews but dont last long, you will be able to send 2 maybe three messages a day and get the response."

He set the slate and chalk down and nodded to the group.

"Now remember the accord. Anything found during the mission as war loot you bring back here, we tally up the summed up wealth and then Master Binderbook will dispence good gold coin split amongst you all fairly."

He paused quizically quirking a bushy eyebrow at you then chuckling.

"At this festival they make this special tapestry to some minor goddess or something sposedly they weave this thing and it provides forsight in the year to come. Seem's kinda hokey to me eh boy. E'er year they raft these big ol looms here in Macridi with special woods sposedly grown in some sort of faeriegrove in the woods About the town and then they take these looms up to the festival.

Bandits have been growing something like a bad wart in the lands, and they need to make sure they get there so they hired up to insure they get there. These looms are so big they will be mounted on the wagons pratically, so its really just a matter of making sure the wagons arent destroyed or nothing on the way there."

The armory was silent this early in the morning, though a young skinny maiden was in it already three swords laid out in front of her. She was running a polishing rag over a fourth blade in her hand.

"Go ahead lass and get some breakfast, ye can finish your chores afterwards."

He told the girl who scampered off. He paused and frowned pulling a breastplate off a table and setting it on the wooden floor. He unrolled a map of the lands and waited for you all to gather round.

This'n is a simple mission, lads and lasses, but important. The lifeblood of Druma is trade, coin has to flow in, coin has to flow out. Merchants ere in town are sending up special looms to be used at the Feast of Fate."

He pulled out a pouch of leather and pulled some dark leaf and stuck a large wad of it in his lips. He offered the pouch out to those gathered.

"The caravan will take ye to Ebbernant, a large town in the northeast of Druma close to the borders of Ishgar. I recken you folk can take a day or two and enjoy the festival and then head back. Watch for bandits near any woods along the path. Bastards show up e'er now and then. Any questions?"