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Milla turns to Sarathien.
"Fine! That's settled then? Sarathien checks the note, Garacaius tries to find out about the wand.
Then everyone who wants to visit Jygil gather here at lunchtime."

Milla looks around for support.

 

Jakob glanced about the bar, not really paying attention to what everyone else was saying. That halfling lass in the corner talking to the dwarf looked fairly interesting. Jakob stroked his chin thoughtfully, then broke off in disgust. How could his pitiful growth of stubble compete with the dwarf's rich and lustrous beard? "Hunh?" he said, vaguely aware that Milla had said something, "Uh, sure, yeah - I agree completely. Now, um, you mentioned earlier about fighting injustice. Are you aware that the greatest injustices are perpetrated by the prevailing order of our so called civilisation?" he fumbled about in his pack a bit, " I've got a pamphlet here if you're interested, "the Chains of Gold" it's called.. uh, I didn't write it myself, not wise enough, but ...ah! Here we are, " He brought a dog eared paper booklet out of hisknapsack, wipen a few bits of food off it with his shirt, and thrust the paper proudly in Milla's face (standing on his tiptoes to do so ) "Basically, it explains how freedom's the most important thing there is, and how, by a series of economic and socio-political stratagems the elitist aristocratic heirarchy is systematically restricting the liberties of the peasant classes to maintain its own position" His eyes gleamed with ideological passion as he expounded on his cause, then suddenly dropped, as he grinned sheepishly and mumbled, "..well, that is, just in case you're interested...that's all..."

 

After talking to Ugo and Bombas for quite some time on the dwarven miners' current state of affairs, Khor joined the party in time to hear Milla mention the name Jygil. "Eh? Who's this Jygil fellow? I suppose I could come along and find out. I'll be needing to do a bit of shopping in the morning, though; Ugo says he's got an axe or two I might fancy." He broke off as Jakob launched into a tirade on the oppressive nobility. The gnome seemed pretty worked up over it. Khor shrugged; he didn't notice any lack of freedom, but everyone needed a cause, he supposed.

 

OoC You will find a plan of the 5 Gold Crowns Inn at: http://people.ne.mediaone.net/frankmarianne/

NB Since this map is hex-based, the letters run horizontaly but the numbers run 'diagonaly'.

A half-elf bard was playing on the balcony, though no-one was paying her any attention. Rufus returned to the kitchen and Matilda took her usual place at the bar, assisted by their daughter, Rosamunda.
The thin man with a wirey moustache at Nailo's table shrugged his shoulders and said "Why not?" to the suggestion of a dice game.
Khor and the dwarves left, saying that they were going to visit some relatives.
The pretty halfling lass winked at Jakob and headed over. "Hiya handsome, how about buying a thirsty girl a drink?"
Over at the bar there was a group of adventuring types, getting drunk and bragging about killing a troll on the moors.



[This message has been edited by Erran (edited October 11, 2001).]

 

"Sounds fair, I don't think translating the note should take too much time so I could go with you to Jygil as well.

But I feel I must ask, what next? I've understood you have had run-ins with drow before. Do you think we should investigate this further or do we just hope these instances aren't related? I for one would not like to see any drow run around these parts..."

 

Nailo looking up from the dice game that he was playing with the skinny man with the mustache. "Drow? I know of a drow outside of Silverymoon." Then he looks back to the game and gives the dice a toss.

 

"Yes we, Jakob and I, had an encounter with some Er-cam seeking a very powerful elven artifact. He had a band of Hobgoblins to aid him as well. I never actually saw him, but I was told a description of him, and he has a silvered hand. Why I got suspicious was because you rarely see drow on the surface, and if that letter mentions the El-Kiera(sp?) Er-cam or his deity, we might have a connection. Still I would believe that for whatever reasons this Er-cam sought this gem, it would be his own, and a female drow under the command of a male drow seems queer as well. I'm not sure there is a connection, but as soon as that javelin was thrown by the hobgoblin in the mine, the other episode flashed back in my mind."
Garacaius took a large gulp of his ale and proceeded:
"Now as for this wand," He pulls out the wand from his pocket and looks fascinated into the gem, "I will see what I can do, but if it is going to cost me a fortune, I think I will wait till I get better insight in the ways of magic and might be able to determine it's usage by myself."

OoC: how much did I get for the 2 longswords?

[This message has been edited by Lokken (edited October 09, 2001).]

 

Khor nudged Garacaius with his elbow as he leaned towards him to talk quietly. "That elf over there mentioned something about seeing a drow near Silverymoon. Perhaps you should question him to see if he be a foe of Er-Cam as well. From what you've said, it's possible this Er-Cam is an outcast drow, so it'd be best if we did hunt him down and finish him. He's likely enough plotting his revenge -- no need to make it easy on him. If he is renegade, it's likely enough we won't have to worry about other drow getting too involved."

 

One of the 'adventurers' at the bar, a half elf with a hawk perched on his shoulder, turned to Sarathien and said: "So, are you a lily livered townie or have you fought the trolls on the moors?*
Another, a well built half orc approached Milla: "My, youse a pretty ting. I gotta yen for baldy headed wimmen. Wotcha need is lots of tattoos on there, I know dis guy down Limner street ..."

OoC Garacaius, read my post of Oct 7th.

 

After tossing the dice and cursing his bad luck, Nailo looks up again at the elf he heard speaking before. "Well, if you are hunting the dark elf I am speaking of, you shouldn't have to go any farther..." Seeing the man toss the dice out the corner of his eye he quits talking and watches the game. Talking to the skinny man again, "Ha, you lost that round... you are pretty good at this game...."

 

The thin man, who introduced himself as Suttar, was now 2gp down. "How about raising the stakes? Double or quits?" he suggested, scratching his nose.
Suttar rolled 10 and smiled, then his smile froze as Nailo rolled 12. He handed over 4gp and spat on the floor. "You cleaned me out, stranger." he whined.
Up on the balcony, Melody the bard put down her lute. This is going to be a slow night, she thought to herself.

[This message has been edited by Erran (edited October 10, 2001).]

 

Milla looks up at the half-orc.
"Finally someones who wants to dance!", she exclaims and drags the half-orc by the arm to an open area in front of the balcony where the bard is still singing.
Milla starts to dance around the bewildered half-orc deftly avoiding his attempts to give her a hug.

Edit: Milla throws a silver coin to bard to keep her playing.

ooc: In technical terms this would be "total defense" while dodging

[This message has been edited by Zorac (edited October 10, 2001).]

 

The bard had stopped, but Suttar took out a tin whistle and he began to play a lively jig.

"Me called Mr Punch, you know why?" The half orc exclaimed. He showed her his gauntlet, heavily spiked. "How about you give Mr Punch big sloppy kiss? That's the way to do it!"
he made several clumsy attempts to trap Milla in an embrace.

OoC Milla is now known as 'Dances with Orcs'

[This message has been edited by Erran (edited October 10, 2001).]

 

Garacaius notice that the other group is acting up for a fight, but decides to leave it for now, hopefully they will get drunk and fall asleep before becoming too harrassing. Hearing the Half-Elf comments of drow outside silvery moon while he was telling his tale, Garacaius stands up and walks to Nalio.

"Greetings sir, I couldn't help overhear your comments to my tale. I am Garacaius Moonshade and these are my friends," he points his hand in the direction of the party members and then continuesh,"You said you knew of a drow outside silvery moon, very interesting indeed. Can you tell me if he fits the description of this Er-cam I have been talking about..." Garacaius tells of the silverhand and the medallion assumingly to be Er-cam's, revealing his deity.
Garacaius suddenly stops, leading his fingers bewildered to his forehead.
"I'm sorry sir, my manners. Who might you be, who I am questioning?" Garacaius smiles and reach out his hand.


[This message has been edited by Lokken (edited October 10, 2001).]

 

Nailo standing up gives Suttar a pat on the shoulder. "Ahh..Don't worry man. Tell the barkeep your next drink is on me."

Listening to Graccuis, Nailo offers his hand in friendliness. "My name is simply Nailo. Everyone I know calls me that. So you want to know about the dark elf I was speaking of. Well, I just came in from Silverymoon. Right before I left, a group had found the body of a dark elf right outside Silverymoon. However, I don't recall him having a silver hand or a medallion. Still it is too strange to have dark elves running around freely. You know someone should really put a stop to it."

 

Jakob looked nervously at teh halfling, and fumbled in his coin pouch, sending a spray of coppers flying across the bar. Once he had collected what he thought was all of them, he ordered two turnip vodkas and tried to interest the halfling by talking about an obscure piece of socialist economic theory relating to turnip distribution, but quickly degenerated into tongue-tied gibberish. At that precise moment he recalled some advice his father had given him. "Jakob," his father had said, " You're going to be thirty next week, and you're probably going to start talking to girls pretty soon. Now, there's nothing to it, it's like any other transaction, just a neat beard, and some top-rate salesman's patter. Just like selling a mine"
Jakob stared at his toes, cleared his throat and began, "so, err, would you be interested in a diamond mine, I can guarantee a 25% return on investment per annum..."

 

Sarathien turns to the half-elf and speaks, but all the time he keeps his longing gaze on the other's companion hawk:
"Well, 'townie' is the last thing I would call myself, but I will willingly admit I have not and do not wish to meet the trolls of the Evermoor. If you and your companions have fought them and survived, you must be mighty adventurers indeed!"

"That's a magnificent bird of prey, would you or she mind if I hold her?"

ooc: If the bird is male, Sarathien would (hopefully) know and say "he" and "him" instead, having Knowledge (Nature) 5.

 

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