Tarlane
"It seems that we're going to need a steady supply of goods to keep us going." Looking around the store, "You wouldn't have access to potions of any sort would you? I'll keep bringing you what we find in the Delve, and you keep us stocked? We'll also be needing a steady supply of rations. Looks like that dungeon stretches out pretty far...might be stuck in there for awhile now and then."
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Thel
Continuing to listen to the supplies that you imply you wish, he nods. "Of course, of course. Listen here, I always appreciate a customer with good stories. Tell you what, keep from going too wild on me, and rations are on the house. Also, the church of Abadar is the main supplier of potions and scrolls about here, but I tell you, those Hammers just don't understand the needs of an adventurer and will charge you an arm and a leg they will! I know one of their lay priests and have me a special deal worked out with them. I can't knock off too much of the price, being as how a 'special deal' with a lawgiver is pretty much a normal deal with anyone else, but knowing you are about now and knowing you want them, I'll make sure to keep a handful on hand that you can trade in for!."
Tarlane
Will also spin a tale of the fight in the temple/torture chamber.
100 gp Masterwork Thieves Tools(I believe that the tibbet claimed this)
100 gp Masterwork Thieves Tools(I believe that the tibbet claimed this)
In the morning Kolgun wakes early and returns to the mining guild to repair any tools the workers might need before their shift begins. As he swings his hammer he thinks about the trials he and his companions will face in the up coming day. He knows the pinging of his hammer on the anvil will reach Torag's ears.
Afterward he returns to the inn for a warm meal, and waits for his friends to rise so they can plan their next step.
They'll find him outside with a hot cup in one hand and his pipe in the other.
Loren will be there bright and early
Thel meets the party at the inn, finding the cleanest chair, and drops 4 sacks of coins with 2 rations, and 1 potion of cure light wounds in each bag. "Everyone's cut from the weapons and goods sold. I also found an unlimited supply of rations, and some cheap healing potions."
He orders a wine, sipping at it, while eying any available females in the room.
Alrin nods appreciatively at the kind gesture from Kolgun. "Thanks Kol. I'll be sure too keep these handy in case it happens again. I don't usually keep a lot of company, so I try to keep alive the people I bother to talk to."
thankyou Thel, I am in your debt
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Aside from the tibbet, the only two females in the bard is the cook, who it is difficult to tell is even female and the barmaid. While Taran is certainly on the pretty side of plain and is friendly enough, when she notices Thel's gaze she does her best to avoid his table except to occasional refill his drink.
Whenever Taran is nearby the table, Thel will start telling a story about the Delve, and his exploits there.
Diplomacy (if needed): 1d20+6=19
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Taran does pause to listen, its hard to be a staff at this bar and not be interested in the adventuring life after all, but she remains distant from any direct flirting Thel puts on.
However when he starts to tell his stories, Thel does gain an immediate audience as the halfling makes his way out of the kitchen and pulls up a chair beside him. He listens raptly, asking regular questions and trying to get further details drawn out whenever he can.
"...and then the hobgoblin jumped up on top of the blood-soaked alter, roared in his savage language, and jumped down at me. Deftly side-stepping the creature, I drove my dagger into his shoulder, sending him rolling across the floor in pain.
Howling with anger, he grabbed a javelin from one of the fallen goblins, and prepared to hurl it at me. Seeing his intent, I threw my dagger, embedding it deep in its eye socket. I quickly moved in to finish the beast off, but it pulled the dagger out, and ravaged me.
Barely able to fend off it's attacks, I whittled it's resilience down until it was a bleeding mess on the floor. Quaffing my potion, I looked for the next vile creature which had defiled the forgotten temple, but the rest were all dead."
Stands and re-enacts both sides of the battle, using his daggers and a broomstick as visual aids.
She hops onto Thel's lap, sighing as she listens to the theatrics of his story. She then places her head on her paws, and yawns loudly.
a fine tale thel!
so when are we going back?
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The halfling stares on in amazement at the story. "Truly you are a brave one. A brave group for that matter, but with such a powerful leader. I bet you are just the sort that Dressa has been looking for. Dressa Drave, poor lass. Been worried sick about her brother. He disappeared about a year ago, right at the end of a bunch of folks turned up missing. Thought we were going to have to have aid come all the way from Oppara we did! But finally things just quieted down on their own, I suppose. Poor girl never did give up looking though. Not too many folks willing to go looking in the darker places about to try and find him though, and not too many adventurers pass through that are willing to help a sweet girl who don't have much to offer in return but her gratitude."
Sense Motive DC 15
Kolgun listens to Thel's rendition of the battle and chuckles. "Sounds exciting, he thinks, sorry I missed it.
He examines the last of the yellowing bruise under his workshirt that did't quite heal up. A little reminder, he supposes, that he'll need to step lively on the next jaunt.
The Halfling's tale almost seems to be a plea. He seems sincere . .
Sense Motive - (1d20+7=25)
but of course, there's more to the story.
She hops down off Thel's lap, then goes over to Kolgun and jumps on his, purring as she settles down.
Thel drinks his wine, half-listening to the story, his body turned slightly away from the halfling. Seeing Tamara smile about the 'sweet girl' comment, he turns to the halfling and asks about Dressa.
Sense Motive: 1d20+1=21 (go natural 20!!)
i would be happy to help but i fear there is little hope after a year,
Kolgun looks surprised as Bengal hops into his lap, but he scratches her ears and chuckles as she purs.
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The halfling blinks a bit at the question about the woman. "Dressa? Well shes a lovely young girl. Barely has past her 40th year after all. Shes quite pretty too if that is what you are concerned with. The small figure leans in and nudges Thel conspiritorily "Round in all the right places. Each of her kids made sure of that more then the last."
"Such a bother, such a bother! The delve is one thing, but stopping to help every poor soul that can't help themselves? We'll never find what we're looking for if we stop like this! Then again, she might know something we don't. She's lived here that long....hmmm. Well, help her or don't, I don't care either way. I'll follow you as long as it doesn't take us too far away from our goal."
Aldrin seems a bit perturbed at the thought of helping people who aren't directly helping him. He also seems to be arguing his point more with himself then with the rest of the team.
Chuckles at Aldrin's debate with himself.
"How is it that we can help her?
Kolgun continues takes out his pipe and begins to pack it with some tobacco.
"The best place to find a clue to the lad's disappearance might be back in the Delve itself. I'd say we take a look around before we raise the poor woman's hopes needlessly."
He looks around for something to light his pipe with. He doesn't want to disturb the creature that's sitting in his lap. He's seen how sharp her 'claws' are . . .
Hands Kolgun a burning stick (lit from the candle on the table). "Yes. Best not to upset the ladies."
To the halfling: "If there's anything more you could tell us, so we're not running around that complex blindly, it would be helpful."
When Kolgun speaks, the cat nods, agreeing with him. Though she cannot actively speak, she could still agree or not. She looks to Thel and chuffs at him, shaking her head.
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The halfling considers as he looks to Thel. "I don't know just what you would be able to do to help, honestly. But I did notice that you seemed to have an eye for the lasses, and it of course made me think of lovely Dressa. She simply is always looking for someone to help her at least."
He considers the request for more information. "Well, as I said, about a year ago we had some sort of beast striking at the townsfolk. Ripping them to shreds. Seems that every month we would find someone just torn to bits, dead in their home. But whatever was doing it would disappear without a trace. But Chasmal, he was the last. Not torn up like the others, simply was gone from his room one day. No blood. No body. Its why Dressa still hopes he lives. She has asked anyone she could to help her, but there has been little true aid. Whedon, the head of the loggers guild tried to help her and he found the tracks of some foul beast that walked like a man which led back towards that there delve you spoke of, but then they vanished. For some reason it didn't kill old Chasmal, at least not right away. It carried him off. So perhaps he still lives, though what kind of life could be had as a prisoner of a cruel monster, I could only imagine."
"When the morning comes, I'll find Dressa, and see what kind of aide I can offer her. But tonight, we celebrate the vanquishing of those vile creatures!"
Thel raises his glass of wine, swallows it one gulp, and orders another.
Kolgun puffs on his pipe, then blows a lazy smoke ring . . .
"I'll wake early and go to the logging guild. Whedon might be able tell me a thing or two about the foul incident."
Another puff from the pipe, another smoke ring, and finally a long pull from the mug in front of him . . .
"Should we meet in front of the tavern before heading back to the Delve? Perhaps Judello might consider preparing breakfast for us before we set off?"
He raises a questioning eyebrow to the halfing, then chuckles and finishes the ale from his mug.
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The halfling nods his head, looking both surprised and pleased that his name was used by adventurers. "Of course, of course! I will make it myself!" He leans in close to whisper. "Between you and me, Murla isn't too much of a cook. I'll make sure it gets done right." He nods again then and hurries off back to the kitchen.
sounds like a werebeast to me, perhaps the brother was the beast?
Kolgun chuckles again . . .
"Loren, your intellect is unquestioned, but don't frighten the locals with stories meant to keep children from misbehaving."
He taps out the ashes from his pipe, then stands up gently, allowing Bengal-cat the chance to hop down safely.
"I shall turn in. Let's rise early, then venture back and see for ourselves what might be lurking below. What do you say?"
He gives Loren a friendly clap on the shoulder and a knowing look, then nods to the halfling as he turns and heads to his room.
Thel searches the room one last time for any company for the night...If none is found, will have one more drink to ensure he sleeps soundly.
loren does not have any pertinent skills so he wont worry about making a check
tomorrow morning or tonight if there is time (and the shops are still open) he will enquire into the possibilty of aquiring a silver dagger
kolgun how long would it take you to make a silver dagger and how much would it cost?
Kolgun wakes early and heads to the logging camp to sharpen axes, straighten saws, or any other items that may need mending.
He speaks to Whedon about his offer and explains that he'll take him up on it after he's had time to become used to the tools and tasks that the loggers have for him. They're different than he was accustomed to working on back home. He also discretely asks him about Dessa’s brother and the tracks he saw.
Afterward he’ll return to the Lost Shepherd and have breakfast with Judello and any of his friends that are there. He expects to be packed and ready when the others are.
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Whedon is very down to earth in his business dealings and grateful for any help that is given, its obvious that the loggers have a hard time in this small town to keep up with all that needs to be done. He'll gladly take the assistance in the future when you are ready.
When you mention Dressa's brother however, his face blanches a bit and he frowns, nervously drawing out a symbol of Erastil on a chain around his throat and rubbing it between his fingers subconsciously. "Whatever took that man was as no beast that I have seen before. It was a simple thing to track, straight back to the ruins of Chordille Keep. But it was like no beast I have seen before, it had many traits of an animal but it did not walk as one. It was swift, heavy, wise and fearless. It did not take the paths the animals used to stay out of sight, but without concern followed the trail of men. I feel the hand of Lamashtu in creating such a monster. It is for the best of the village that it has not returned."
Will spend the morning asking about Dressa, and her brother. On the way to her abode, will ask about the disappearances, and why they suddenly stopped. On arrival, will bring her a bouquet of flowers.
Diplomacy: 1d20+6=19 (hints, clues, rumors)
Knowledge (local): 1d20+5=20 (to cover anything diplomacy didn't)
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Most of the townsfolk still look rather uncomfortable on the topic of the disapearances, even after a year 6 deaths and a disapearance in a small town like this is quite an event. Most people seem to believe that whatever beast may have done this found something in Chasmal so that it no longer needed to keep killing and likely used him in some horrific rite. Overall they seem to corroborate the halflings story that the deaths happened about one a month over half a year and stopped when the beast apparently attacked Chasmal and then fled with him. A guard remembers that there did seem to be signs of a struggle in the room, but there was no blood anywhere, so they believed the beast knocked him out and dragged him off.
When you arrive at the house that others have indicated is Dressa's, a portly woman in her early forties cautiously creaks open the door, looking out at you. She blinks a bit, surprised by both your look of an adventurer and the flowers you hold. You can see three children, the oldest looking to be perhaps 10 watching curiously. "Um... Yes, sir? What can I do for you?"
loren will buy two silver daggers (better safe than sorry)
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Fascher seems thrilled to have a second customer in as many days. He looks to be average in just about all ways, not being particularly tall nor muscular. His eyes and short hair are both brown.
When he realizes the elf is a companion of Thel's he grins. "I bet you have your own tales of adventure too, hm? I'd love to hear them sometime. Never made it down to the delve myself, but always dreamed I would. Maybe you'll share some of your stories? Any return trip, always glad to hear of them!"
He looks back at the piles of goods about the shop and moves quickly through them, picking out two silvered daggers easily from the heaps of supplies. "Here you are, my good sir. May they serve you well!"
"Um... Yes, sir? What can I do for you?"
Holding out the flowers, Thel smiles. "I heard that there was a local woman in town who could use some help."
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The woman looks to the flowers and then to Thel as he explains what he is there for. Within moments her face lights up and her arms are around his neck as she cries in happiness, thanking him for his generous offer. Unfortunately, she doesn't have much in the way of any additional information to offer, and while she would certainly give any coin she has to have her brother back, her family isn't rich by any means.
She can give a good description of her brother however, he has dark brown hair and hazel eyes and his most distinguishing characteristic is that he's very tall, was the tallest in the village.