Orgoth
"We might want to consider seeing if we can hire another healer type of some sort."
Helix: The Brazen Strumpet
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Veronica...
looks rather concerned about the musings of her two new friends. 'Maybe this will be as dangerous and difficult as they say,' she thinks to herself while swallowing hard.
looks rather concerned about the musings of her two new friends. 'Maybe this will be as dangerous and difficult as they say,' she thinks to herself while swallowing hard.
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Cadeweed
"I think that is an excellent idea!"
"I think that is an excellent idea!"
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The night after they arrive back in town, Sven treats Penelope to a nice meal where he intends to show her why she was saved from the terrifying bowels of the Abyss.
He produces the little trinkets Steban found in the pit on their very first foray into the massive dungeon. "Something tells me you have seen these items before, no?"
Finally he shows her a gold wedding ring which carries an inscription, 'love from Penelope'.
"I guess this also belongs to you, since it has your name on it. This is why I think the demon thought you were my wife, hence the reason you were pulled back from the grips of death. You were supposed to be my......reward......I guess."
"I know this is probably a lot for you to handle, but I have been holding on to these things for a long time now, and despite the weirdness of the situation, I am glad to get them back to their rightful owner. I think Steban would have been grateful for this as well."
He sits back and waits for either tears, slaps, hugs, or xp.
He produces the little trinkets Steban found in the pit on their very first foray into the massive dungeon. "Something tells me you have seen these items before, no?"
Finally he shows her a gold wedding ring which carries an inscription, 'love from Penelope'.
"I guess this also belongs to you, since it has your name on it. This is why I think the demon thought you were my wife, hence the reason you were pulled back from the grips of death. You were supposed to be my......reward......I guess."
"I know this is probably a lot for you to handle, but I have been holding on to these things for a long time now, and despite the weirdness of the situation, I am glad to get them back to their rightful owner. I think Steban would have been grateful for this as well."
He sits back and waits for either tears, slaps, hugs, or xp.
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I think I promised Steban xp should he ever repatriate the gilded purse mirror / locket that he took from her body in the pit.He sits back and waits for either tears, slaps, hugs, or xp.
Probably cues tears and emotional trauma. Having some recently in RL, I won't narrate to much save to say Penelope is grateful and grieved at the same time. To have died then come back resurrected from a hellish purgatory, knowing her husband was slain (as a ghoul too in the Windy Corridor area) and that decades have passed between now and then so all who onew her once are also long passed."I know this is probably a lot for you to handle, but I have been holding on to these things for a long time now, and despite the weirdness of the situation, I am glad to get them back to their rightful owner.
It takes a while, but on the positive, she has a new lease of life and a second chance to make good where before she may have been led by more worldy desires.
On a practical level, she is not keen on delving straight back into the Barrowmaze. Understandable, but she remains in your (Sven, Orgoth & Yardie's) debt and promises to repay that in some way.
For now she will retreat to NPC status, go explore the Duchy and consider her future. On a practical level, she can assist Deucalion at least in the short term with exporting Guild trove to Ironguard.
+100xp for the locket and ring value being given back.
July 15th
While breakfasting ahead of departure, the group are met by Brother Gamdar who unusually cuts short the morning vespers. By his side is a broad shouldered youth, not quite a veteran adventurer or Templar but arrayed in novice red-crossed garb, the cleric is introduced.
"My nephew. A recent graduate of the Provost Courts, a righteous young man with a strong verve and passion for St Ygg to match his bulwarked frame.
By the Fates, an answer to prayer. If you will, he has courage to tread where angels may falter and carries the blessings of Ygg and his families honour."
The militant priest presents a younger version of himself, a half-orc cleric, garbed in Crusader style and keen to be accepted into the Guild group on behalf of the Chapel.
ooc: this is Edeldhur's new character.
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Orgoth
"Welcome, I am Orgoth, warrior cleric of Cromm. What may I call you?"
Orgoth is a large powerfully built half-orc, although he takes after his human parent. His silver spear shines in the sun.
"Welcome, I am Orgoth, warrior cleric of Cromm. What may I call you?"
Orgoth is a large powerfully built half-orc, although he takes after his human parent. His silver spear shines in the sun.
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Sven can appreciate the gravity of Penny's plight, so he tries to assure her she isn't alone in the world, as the Guild will always be available to her.
"You take all the time you need. I know it was a weird situation, so don't feel like you are under any obligation to reciprocate. We all understand, trust me."
When Brother Gamder enters offering up his own kin to help the group, Sven is honored.
"I knew you agreed that the work we are doing out there is important, but I never expected this."
He thanks the good Brother before addressing the newcomer.
"Hello friend. You are welcome among us. I am called Sven, this is Yardie, Berric, Crip, and all the others."
"I trust your uncle has warned you about the dangers of the maze? Trust me, we will find no angels in there."
Welcome Edeldhur!
"You take all the time you need. I know it was a weird situation, so don't feel like you are under any obligation to reciprocate. We all understand, trust me."
When Brother Gamder enters offering up his own kin to help the group, Sven is honored.
"I knew you agreed that the work we are doing out there is important, but I never expected this."
He thanks the good Brother before addressing the newcomer.
"Hello friend. You are welcome among us. I am called Sven, this is Yardie, Berric, Crip, and all the others."
"I trust your uncle has warned you about the dangers of the maze? Trust me, we will find no angels in there."
Welcome Edeldhur!
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I have advanced the expedition in this thread here to include Grymaldi.
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The Brazen Strumpet Tavern
July 16th 1066.
A little behind her comes a rougher looking wildling, bow in one hand, scrappy note in the other. Elbart & Bellatrix can approach the bar and mingle together.
July 16th 1066.
Sister Bellatrix, novitiate acolyte of a Templar chapter of 'warrior nuns', enters the tavern, shaking the midday's dust from her sigiled cloak.With a long, measured exhale, the Templar headed inside.
A little behind her comes a rougher looking wildling, bow in one hand, scrappy note in the other. Elbart & Bellatrix can approach the bar and mingle together.
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Elbart
The man is a bit taller and lighter armoured than the warrior nun, yet slightly winded from trying to catch up with her. "The Vicar of St. Ygg gave me this scrip to cover both your inn stay and mine. It seems he's engaged each of us on some errand. My name is Elbart, by the way." Looking about the place he adds, "I was put off by the tavern's name too, but if it's okay with a Vicar then who am I to question it..."
Finding the Landlord he hands over the scrawled note. "What will this get us? But separate rooms, of course."
The man is a bit taller and lighter armoured than the warrior nun, yet slightly winded from trying to catch up with her. "The Vicar of St. Ygg gave me this scrip to cover both your inn stay and mine. It seems he's engaged each of us on some errand. My name is Elbart, by the way." Looking about the place he adds, "I was put off by the tavern's name too, but if it's okay with a Vicar then who am I to question it..."
Finding the Landlord he hands over the scrawled note. "What will this get us? But separate rooms, of course."
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The Brazen Strumpet Tavern
Bollo the landlord takes the scrawled note, eyeing up the two patrons. "What does it get you? Let us see what the Vicar's discretion is?" He takes the gold piece coin and pours two ale glasses, one for each of Elbart & Bellatrix.
"Take a table, Ygritte will bring along your luncheon shortly. Local cheeses, ham slices from off the hock, seasonal salads and crusty bread from the hearth. She can take your baggage to the Ensuite my lady. As to young Sir. You get the Common bunks, outside latrine and cold water showers."
Accommodation for this night sorted and a meal, everything else such as extra ales or finer banqueting fayre is paid for, see 1st page post of thread for prices.
You can take a table and greet each other more informally.
Bollo the landlord takes the scrawled note, eyeing up the two patrons. "What does it get you? Let us see what the Vicar's discretion is?" He takes the gold piece coin and pours two ale glasses, one for each of Elbart & Bellatrix.
"Take a table, Ygritte will bring along your luncheon shortly. Local cheeses, ham slices from off the hock, seasonal salads and crusty bread from the hearth. She can take your baggage to the Ensuite my lady. As to young Sir. You get the Common bunks, outside latrine and cold water showers."
Accommodation for this night sorted and a meal, everything else such as extra ales or finer banqueting fayre is paid for, see 1st page post of thread for prices.
You can take a table and greet each other more informally.
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Elbart
The dun-clad 'wildling' nods at the polite words of the burly Bollo. "That should serve Landlord, I am no stranger to modest accommodations" ‒ most recently the austere militia barracks at Ironguard Motte, and before that the woods, wolds, banks, braes, and open air of the western country.
Elbart drops his pack next to the table and takes a seat on the bench, perhaps shared with a third party? The half-elven Bellatrix being an interesting, though not very talkative companion since he'd first seen her around the Motte in recent days. After getting busy with his Ploughman's Luncheon, he takes a long pull at his tankard and raises it in the blonde Templar's direction. "To a new start in Helix." If the ale proves tasty, he might even order a second pint on his own silver. All told this looks like a pleasant local, not as seedy as the place down the road, and with any luck the Common Room is dry and relatively quiet at night.
If no conversation begins around the lanky man, he eventually pushes his plate aside and digs out a battered, but serviceable briarwood pipe which he then packs with a cheap but aromatic leaf and lights up. Next to appear are a scrap of parchment and a nub of charcoal, with which he begins to scrawl characters that may seem strange to a nosy onlooker. Elbart is practicing his Lizardman writing, and is a bit rusty at the moment.
-5 sp at the Chapel's expense so far (-4 or so more if dinner is to be included),
and -1 sp from Elbart's sheet.
The dun-clad 'wildling' nods at the polite words of the burly Bollo. "That should serve Landlord, I am no stranger to modest accommodations" ‒ most recently the austere militia barracks at Ironguard Motte, and before that the woods, wolds, banks, braes, and open air of the western country.
Elbart drops his pack next to the table and takes a seat on the bench, perhaps shared with a third party? The half-elven Bellatrix being an interesting, though not very talkative companion since he'd first seen her around the Motte in recent days. After getting busy with his Ploughman's Luncheon, he takes a long pull at his tankard and raises it in the blonde Templar's direction. "To a new start in Helix." If the ale proves tasty, he might even order a second pint on his own silver. All told this looks like a pleasant local, not as seedy as the place down the road, and with any luck the Common Room is dry and relatively quiet at night.
If no conversation begins around the lanky man, he eventually pushes his plate aside and digs out a battered, but serviceable briarwood pipe which he then packs with a cheap but aromatic leaf and lights up. Next to appear are a scrap of parchment and a nub of charcoal, with which he begins to scrawl characters that may seem strange to a nosy onlooker. Elbart is practicing his Lizardman writing, and is a bit rusty at the moment.
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-5 sp at the Chapel's expense so far (-4 or so more if dinner is to be included),
and -1 sp from Elbart's sheet.
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The Brazen Strumpet Tavern
Meanwhile, Elbart dusts up on his Lizardman alphabet, unfurling a skin parchment (thankfully not human skin though such fabrics have been known) and begins to trace over scrawled runes and sigils, noting the jots and iotas that indicate various tenses of grammar.
https://learnnavi.org/navi-vocabulary/#content
He practises speaking a few words, trying to get the reptilian lilt and accent correct, anticipating in hope that the local clergy might engage his proficiency for a profitable endeavour.
Brazen Strumpet: dwarven reaction to hearing Sauron [1d100]=93
His whispered pronunciations do not go unheard and a few dwarves raise eyebrows to his language practise, perhaps recognising the tongue whilst not fully understanding themselves. Knowing that the dwarves and Lizardmen have a longstanding antipathy, the ranger might think he has stirred up an unwanted confrontation, especially as one brutally scarred dwarf, a broad ox-shouldered grappler rises to greet him.
Thankfully the attention he has provoked is favourable and the dwarf sits to express an interest in his practice.
I will use this as the entry for Berrgon once the character is complete and ready for joining the campaign.
Bellatrix sits quietly, tired from the long journey and eventually retires to her more luxury suite. I have pinged a message to grokkng, hoping they can respond shortly.If no conversation begins around the lanky man, he eventually pushes his plate aside and digs out a battered, but serviceable briarwood pipe which he then packs with a cheap but aromatic leaf and lights up. Next to appear are a scrap of parchment and a nub of charcoal, with which he begins to scrawl characters that may seem strange to a nosy onlooker. Elbart is practicing his Lizardman writing, and is a bit rusty at the moment.
Meanwhile, Elbart dusts up on his Lizardman alphabet, unfurling a skin parchment (thankfully not human skin though such fabrics have been known) and begins to trace over scrawled runes and sigils, noting the jots and iotas that indicate various tenses of grammar.
https://learnnavi.org/navi-vocabulary/#content
He practises speaking a few words, trying to get the reptilian lilt and accent correct, anticipating in hope that the local clergy might engage his proficiency for a profitable endeavour.
Brazen Strumpet: dwarven reaction to hearing Sauron [1d100]=93
His whispered pronunciations do not go unheard and a few dwarves raise eyebrows to his language practise, perhaps recognising the tongue whilst not fully understanding themselves. Knowing that the dwarves and Lizardmen have a longstanding antipathy, the ranger might think he has stirred up an unwanted confrontation, especially as one brutally scarred dwarf, a broad ox-shouldered grappler rises to greet him.
Thankfully the attention he has provoked is favourable and the dwarf sits to express an interest in his practice.
I will use this as the entry for Berrgon once the character is complete and ready for joining the campaign.
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Elbart
Moving on per GM...
"Well met Master Dwarf. Aye, this is my poor attempt at the speech of lizard folk, as a matter of fact. Back home in the West Marches they are not all hostile... The various tribes of lizardmen war constantly against one another, to the extent that one made a treaty with our kingdom. I am told that's not how it is here in the marshy moors, is it? ...By the way, do you have any commerce with that forge and armoury located across the green?"
Following an (expected) pleasant conversation with the Dwarven brute, Elbart gets up to find his bunk in the Common Room and gets his things settled using the key to the footlocker Bollo provided him. That done, he goes out for another stroll about the village until it's closer to dinner time. The morrow will see another visit to the clergy of St. Ygg, hoping for a favourable one.
Moving on per GM...
Also fortunately, Elbart has a tendency to be friendlier to dwarves and elves than toward his own people...Spearmint wrote: ↑Fri May 03, 2024 11:58 amKnowing that the dwarves and Lizardmen have a longstanding antipathy, the ranger might think he has stirred up an unwanted confrontation, especially as one brutally scarred dwarf, a broad ox-shouldered grappler rises to greet him.
Thankfully the attention he has provoked is favourable and the dwarf sits to express an interest in his practice.
"Well met Master Dwarf. Aye, this is my poor attempt at the speech of lizard folk, as a matter of fact. Back home in the West Marches they are not all hostile... The various tribes of lizardmen war constantly against one another, to the extent that one made a treaty with our kingdom. I am told that's not how it is here in the marshy moors, is it? ...By the way, do you have any commerce with that forge and armoury located across the green?"
Following an (expected) pleasant conversation with the Dwarven brute, Elbart gets up to find his bunk in the Common Room and gets his things settled using the key to the footlocker Bollo provided him. That done, he goes out for another stroll about the village until it's closer to dinner time. The morrow will see another visit to the clergy of St. Ygg, hoping for a favourable one.
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Berrgon
The dwarf drifts off to horrors of his past from time to time, here being no exception. The fight in the alley he remembers vividly as the blade penetrated his face and slowly proceeded downward as the human smiled while preforming the action while two other members of the his group held him down. The pain was intense The terrifying roar was the next thing he remembers as it bellowed deep from within him. Everything goes blank after that until the image of the three members of the group brutally hacked to pieces and decapitated. Blood from the foes' bodies as well as blood of his own covered Berrgon's armor. He then realized that the blood from the blade initially used against him was the weapon Berrgon used on them. After the vision has left his mind he takes his left index finger and traces the scar on his face. Finally becoming aware of his surroundings he notices a group gathered not too far away.
He stands and stretches, then walks over to them. hmmmmfff..errr are ya going somewhere? Maze? Rescued someone? Going back? I am Berrgon...I'd like to help. He takes out his battle axe. I'm pretty good with this
The dwarf drifts off to horrors of his past from time to time, here being no exception. The fight in the alley he remembers vividly as the blade penetrated his face and slowly proceeded downward as the human smiled while preforming the action while two other members of the his group held him down. The pain was intense The terrifying roar was the next thing he remembers as it bellowed deep from within him. Everything goes blank after that until the image of the three members of the group brutally hacked to pieces and decapitated. Blood from the foes' bodies as well as blood of his own covered Berrgon's armor. He then realized that the blood from the blade initially used against him was the weapon Berrgon used on them. After the vision has left his mind he takes his left index finger and traces the scar on his face. Finally becoming aware of his surroundings he notices a group gathered not too far away.
He stands and stretches, then walks over to them. hmmmmfff..errr are ya going somewhere? Maze? Rescued someone? Going back? I am Berrgon...I'd like to help. He takes out his battle axe. I'm pretty good with this
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The Brazen Strumpet
Elbart rehearses phrases and Lizardman slang, sounding out the rasping alphabet. Two dwarves from a neighbouring table express interest; unlike in the distant Marches of the realm, here the reptilian tribe are in open hostility to the dwarven clans though rumour has it some peace treaty accords were exchanged with the xenophobic elves of the Thornswild.
Few dwarves speak it, much to our own chagrin and foolishness. If we could learn a few phrases, we might better impress our own demands upon them." With him is a second dwarf, perhaps half drunk, perhaps half traumatized.
"My kinsman-cousin. Berrgon. Excuse his excesses for his mind drifts, scarred from fears and traumas.
Sometimes such are best faced, courage is forged in fire not tempered with sheltering. So we look to the Barrow Moors and testing our mettle, with a little metal too."
"hmmmmfff..errr are ya going somewhere? Maze? Rescued someone? Going back? I am Berrgon ...I'd like to help. I'm pretty good with this!"
Thankfully the blood dripping from the edge of the axe in his dreams is not longer staining crimson blots on the ground. Instead, he swipes the frothy head off a flagon of ale, running a finger along the creamy bubbles and tasting the quality of the barley and hops used in the brew.
"The various tribes of lizardmen war constantly against one another, to the extent that one made a treaty with our kingdom. I am told that's not how it is here in the marshy moors, is it?" Elbart asks. The answer is terse and to the point, "A peaceful Sauron is a dead Sauron. They are savages and notoriously so, cannibalising their own young, flaying captives, summoners of draconic chaos."
Elbart you learn quickly the antipathy between the two races is quite high. Still, your parchment bears words such as, 'peace, trade, safe passage, honoured guest, camp' and can spend an hour over an ale to teach these words to the two dwarves before each retires to their rooms.
Actions, any more specific interaction and greeting with Elbart, Berrgon (and Bellatrix if the player shows up)?.
Elbart rehearses phrases and Lizardman slang, sounding out the rasping alphabet. Two dwarves from a neighbouring table express interest; unlike in the distant Marches of the realm, here the reptilian tribe are in open hostility to the dwarven clans though rumour has it some peace treaty accords were exchanged with the xenophobic elves of the Thornswild.
Red Eric, a stout figure, cut from granite and a face of flinty seriousness approaches. "It is not usually a tongue welcomed here, lest it appears flapping as a fish on the end of a spear."Well met Master Dwarf. Aye, this is my poor attempt at the speech of lizard folk, as a matter of fact. Back home in the West Marches they are not all hostile..."
Few dwarves speak it, much to our own chagrin and foolishness. If we could learn a few phrases, we might better impress our own demands upon them." With him is a second dwarf, perhaps half drunk, perhaps half traumatized.
"My kinsman-cousin. Berrgon. Excuse his excesses for his mind drifts, scarred from fears and traumas.
Sometimes such are best faced, courage is forged in fire not tempered with sheltering. So we look to the Barrow Moors and testing our mettle, with a little metal too."
Elbart can see plainly the savage blade cut which marks Berrgon quite severely. Coming out of his dark memories, the younger warrior brandishes his axe for the ranger to see.First, the young scarred faced dwarf has one particularly gruesome slash located under his left eye tracing down the left side of his face before entering a bushy unkept beard.
"hmmmmfff..errr are ya going somewhere? Maze? Rescued someone? Going back? I am Berrgon ...I'd like to help. I'm pretty good with this!"
Thankfully the blood dripping from the edge of the axe in his dreams is not longer staining crimson blots on the ground. Instead, he swipes the frothy head off a flagon of ale, running a finger along the creamy bubbles and tasting the quality of the barley and hops used in the brew.
"The various tribes of lizardmen war constantly against one another, to the extent that one made a treaty with our kingdom. I am told that's not how it is here in the marshy moors, is it?" Elbart asks. The answer is terse and to the point, "A peaceful Sauron is a dead Sauron. They are savages and notoriously so, cannibalising their own young, flaying captives, summoners of draconic chaos."
Elbart you learn quickly the antipathy between the two races is quite high. Still, your parchment bears words such as, 'peace, trade, safe passage, honoured guest, camp' and can spend an hour over an ale to teach these words to the two dwarves before each retires to their rooms.
Elbart enquires regarding the Axe & Anvil Forge and dwarven community hub. Whilst Berrgon is relatively new in the village, Red Eric is a known npc and shares the forge serves practical ministry; crafting, smithing, armoury, as well as religious shrine for those of Moradinian faith. "Before dwarves go venturing, they usually commit to prayer and warrior rites, gaining the favour and blessing sorely needed upon the Barrow Moor wilderness."By the way, do you have any commerce with that forge and armoury located across the green?
Actions, any more specific interaction and greeting with Elbart, Berrgon (and Bellatrix if the player shows up)?.
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Elbart greets the pair and offers to pay for their next round of drinks, realising a few coins could buy a lot of goodwill at this sensitive juncture. Red Eric appears to possess wisdom from a mix of decades of longevity and brief moments of terrific violence. His mind already lubricated by Strumpet ale, the traveler quickly grasps the abstractions offered by the elder dwarf.Spearmint wrote: ↑Sat May 11, 2024 12:14 amRed Eric, a stout figure, cut from granite and a face of flinty seriousness approaches. "It is not usually a tongue welcomed here, lest it appears flapping as a fish on the end of a spear.
Few dwarves speak it, much to our own chagrin and foolishness. If we could learn a few phrases, we might better impress our own demands upon them."
"I have heard it said that diplomacy is oft best delivered at the point of a spear... but to convey any meaning, there must be words, yes?" Elbart takes a sip from his tankard, then points to some of the characters scrawled on the parchment before him. "Now, see how the shape of this letter resembles the sound it makes – sss, a right common sound in Lizardman speech..."
-3 sp so far this session.