"While I have several talents, hunting is not one of them unfortunately. Besides, even if I had such a useful skill, the largest game I could bring you is a few rabbits," obviously referring to her diminutive stature.
"I am happy to pay for a weeks lodging while I look for more suitable ways to help the town." She gives Nehru 5gp to finish the deal.
"Are there any hunters among the townsfolk?"
Nehru takes the 5 gold coins with a smile.
"You can take any open shack you like, little miss. I could point one out for you too if you'd rather. Most folk share a shack, and there are always open cots in the common house, but a few other folks like you have their own shacks."
"There are folks that can hunt here, but I think the draw of adventure and riches makes them prefer running around in the jungle. Though some have proven their worth exponentially."
"No thanks Chauncey. I won't be going back up the river for a while. And if you have any sense, you won't either. That camp is a dangerous place. We met villagers along the way who warned us to stay away because the smugglers were too strong for us. We didn't listen. Now three of us are dead, three are dead if they are lucky, and captured if they are unlucky. I barely made it out alive".
"Don't get me wrong. I'll head back up there eventually. Destroying the jungle to grow drugs is a great offence to Obad Hai. That magic-user up there will be wearing his bollocks for a bobble hat by the time I'm done with him. But not yet. Not yet." Wes goes back to patiently waiting for Mr Nehru.
"While I have several talents, hunting is not one of them unfortunately. Besides, even if I had such a useful skill, the largest game I could bring you is a few rabbits," obviously referring to her diminutive stature.
"I am happy to pay for a weeks lodging while I look for more suitable ways to help the town." She gives Nehru 5gp to finish the deal.
"Are there any hunters among the townsfolk?"
Nehru takes the 5 gold coins with a smile.
"You can take any open shack you like, little miss. I could point one out for you too if you'd rather. Most folk share a shack, and there are always open cots in the common house, but a few other folks like you have their own shacks."
"There are folks that can hunt here, but I think the draw of adventure and riches makes them prefer running around in the jungle. Though some have proven their worth exponentially."
"Can I help you with anything else, my dear?"
Gwethglersinwen Larendirina
I ask about townsfolk, he answers about adventurers. Slip of the tongue? Perhaps not. Gwen grins.
Gwen says, "Yes, Mr Nehru-" but is interrupted as someone barges in.
ChubbyPixie wrote:Chauncey, as is his wont, strides into the office of Mr. Nehru without so much as a tap on the doorframe. "Mr. Nehru, do you know of any..." he begins, then stops short. "I don't believe I've met any of you - besides you, Wesley - but you all seem capable sorts. I am Chauncey the Adequate, most Powerful Mage on the Island! Would any of you care to join me on an excursion to free an entire village of unfortunate slaves? It really is of the utmost urgency. There is sure to be loot, also, in addition to the warm feeling you will surely experience as a result of doing the right thing." He waits, hands on hips, looking to the newcomers expectantly.
Gwethglersinwen Larendirina
"Hello Master Adequate, I'm Gwethglersinwen Larendirina, you may call me Gwethglersinwen."
"For the benefit of those of use who have just arrived, and may be wondering what Master Adequate is on about, lets summarize. Sometime ago, a party of adventurers stumbled into the big bad's base by accident. And, in stereotypical big bad style, captured some of them instead of killing them all outright. Correct so far?"
"The villagers are a completely separate matter, related to the Monkoons, who an indigenous race of this region. Apparently the villagers were hunting Monkoons who requested that someone have a chat with said villagers to clarify the Monkoon status. The villagers have been captured and enslaved by the big bad. Is that about the gist of it, Master Adequate?"
"Now that we all know what you are talking about, and before I answer your request for assistance, I have an important question to ask you, Master Adequate."
Pondering, Glandsandi begrudgingly admits to himself that he doesn't really understand enough about the local economy to know whether he is being offered a fair wage for the position. Still, The opportunity to form his own militia does strike him as appealing. And the town seems in dire need of more responsible leadership.
"Three gold per week should be fine for now," Glansandi says, "presuming the town will also provide shelter for myself and the men until such time as we're able to build a proper barracks. Perhaps you should also identify for me your fellow founders, so that I can introduce myself to them and explain the role I've just assumed on their behalf. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to explain the situation yourself."
"Either way," Glansandi says, "I would like to begin assessing the town's borders and defensibility immediately. While doing so, perhaps I'll be able to recruit some more able-bodied men. I will keep you apprised of my progress. Daily check-ins, with reports of progress as well as any incidents."
"It is inevitable that at some point a character will fall into a pit, off a wall, or over a cliff." - OSRIC, p.119
tomlowshang wrote:"Hello Master Adequate, I'm Gwethglersinwen Larendirina, you may call me Gwethglersinwen."
"For the benefit of those of use who have just arrived, and may be wondering what Master Adequate is on about, lets summarize. Sometime ago, a party of adventurers stumbled into the big bad's base by accident. And, in stereotypical big bad style, captured some of them instead of killing them all outright. Correct so far?"
"The villagers are a completely separate matter, related to the Monkoons, who an indigenous race of this region. Apparently the villagers were hunting Monkoons who requested that someone have a chat with said villagers to clarify the Monkoon status. The villagers have been captured and enslaved by the big bad. Is that about the gist of it, Master Adequate?"
"Now that we all know what you are talking about, and before I answer your request for assistance, I have an important question to ask you, Master Adequate."
"Do you care about the town?"
"Thank you for the summary of my recent adventures, madame Gwethesfenshernmen..." says Chauncey trailing off at the impossible pronunciation. "I see one of my compatriots must have filled you in already on the nature of our exploits, however, the details hardly matter. The important point is that a village has been enslaved and it is up to us, the stalwart adventuring types, to free them, and, in the process, rid our settlement of the threat of one Captain Bing, who, by any reasonable stretch, might be inclined, once his current slaves have been used up, to supplement his supply of workers with good citizens of our town, about which, to answer your perplexing non-sequitur... I care very much. Order must be preserved here - for without it, who are we, really?" He settles back and gazes at the elf lady questioningly. "So... may I count on your assistance, once preparations have been made? It seems our departure may be delayed by a day or so while some others 'heal up.'"
"And what about you, sir?" he says, turning his attention to Glasandri. "Will you assist in this endeavor? Based on what we found yesterday, you stand to earn far more than three gold pieces per week..."
"No thanks Chauncey. I won't be going back up the river for a while. And if you have any sense, you won't either. That camp is a dangerous place. We met villagers along the way who warned us to stay away because the smugglers were too strong for us. We didn't listen. Now three of us are dead, three are dead if they are lucky, and captured if they are unlucky. I barely made it out alive".
"Don't get me wrong. I'll head back up there eventually. Destroying the jungle to grow drugs is a great offence to Obad Hai. That magic-user up there will be wearing his bollocks for a bobble hat by the time I'm done with him. But not yet. Not yet." Wes goes back to patiently waiting for Mr Nehru.
"I am saddened to hear it, sir," says Chauncey to his druid associate. "Still, I suppose your experience was rather harrowing. Between you and I, I believe I now have the power to deal with these hooligans decisively, though caution will still prove necessary." He ponders for a moment. "Wesley... I must go. I am... compelled, for lack of a better word. Since it seems it will be several days before I'll be able to gather a sufficiently sized party, could we make a deal? I will help you in your immediate enterprise, whatever it may be, with the promise of your assistance thereafter?"
I was trying to separate the timing on these posts as much as possible to avoid confusion, but since it seems to be working so far, I will continue as if you are all in there together.
Mr. Nehru seems to be having a bit of trouble keeping track of everything going on at once. He holds his hand up to Wes as if to say he definitely has a response to his amazing idea.
He is also very interested in responding to Glansandi and Gwen, until Chauncey walks in his door.
"Well well, if it isn't the islands most adequate magician. Have you come to report your latest findings on the zombie infestation that currently plagues our town? You said you were going to look into that, right? How many days ago was that now? Adequate indeed."
After listening to his recruitment speeches to the others, Nehru senses that dealing with Bing may be a more pressing matter for Chauncey. He decides not to press the issue of the zombie attacks any further. He clears his throat loudly and addresses everyone in his office.
"I would like to introduce you all to the towns newest officer." He puts is hand on Glansandi's shoulder and continues.
"This fellow here is the new Constable of Beachtown. I give you all, Beachtown Constable Glansandi Storeyja! Did I say that correctly? Perhaps we need to shorten that title up a bit..... for ease of use? Anyway! Glansandi will be in charge of the towns security from now on! So, maybe he should be the one you speak with about your latest findings, master Chauncey?"
Satisfied with the terms of his agreement with Mr. Nehru for the moment, Glansandi finally regards the individuals that he had been up until now been largely ignoring.
"Constable will suffice," Glansandi says dryly, "or Glansandi, if you prefer. And my interest in your endeavors, Chauncey the Adequate, is based solely on how it concerns the safety and security of Beachtown." He frowns. "So, yes, perhaps you would first care to elaborate on this zombie investigation of yours? I don't believe your findings were mentioned in the summary of your exploits relayed by Lady Gwethglersinwen," he says, wondering how a supposedly esteemed mage could have such trouble pronouncing such a common elven name.
"It is inevitable that at some point a character will fall into a pit, off a wall, or over a cliff." - OSRIC, p.119
The Tallfellow hasn't spoken with Nalissa the Gnarly in a few days, and he's hoping she has new intel for him. He's not quite prepared for the crowd inside the Hi-Lo, and politely awaits conversations to quell. His size prevents him from identifying everyone present at first, but he immediately recognizes the voices of Wes and Chauncey, and moves toward them. Serendipity brings him face-to-face with a diminutive, silver-haired Elf lass, not much taller than himself. All thoughts of Nalissa suddenly evaporate as he tries to intercept the fair one, and he puts on his best smile, complete with dimples and twinkling eyes. Nehru then can be heard introducing Beachtown's new Constable, a very tall, musclebound and well-equipped male Elf. Arte's eyes flicker from Elf to Elf, and he wonders if they might be a couple! Regarding the tall Elf Warrior's serious demeanor, he decides he'll save this particular risk for later, and returns to his objective of speaking with his friends.
Ah! Clancey, Wes! The Rake greets with a pleasant smile, If I might have a word? Am I to understand we will be returning to our current mission without benefit of a healer? I must say, this is not a good idea. Wes, I certainly understand a certain reluctance on your part in seeking justice upon the slavers, but due to your recent tribulations, YOU are our sole source of intelligence in this matter. Moving against that lot without your experience might well be a bumbling disaster, and we've had more than our share of that nonsense already. I agree with and applaud your plan to improve the infrastructure of Beachtown, it's brilliant, truly it is. However it may be wiser to allocate the implementation of these proposed improvements to our new Constable! He could seek assistance and cooperation from the water-Woman, what's her name? Madge? She's all about improving Beachtown. He gestures to the tall Elf, and offers the law enforcement official his hand and a bright smile. Artemis Backbrush, tho my trade name is Lightfinger. Have no fear, all present are well aware I do not practice my trade on those I associate with. He again turns to the fair Grey Elf. And who, may I ask, is your charming companion? Once more the dimples and sparkling eyes take charge.
Before leaving, he returns his attention to his friends. We should have a conversation, we three.
"...to answer your perplexing non-sequitur... I care very much. Order must be preserved here - for without it, who are we, really?"
Gwethglersinwen Larendirina
"I'm glad to hear that, Chauncey, and I apologize if my question offended you. I asked it because your quest may cause problems for the town."
"Bing's affairs and the town's needs overlap at the river. Bing uses the river for transportation. The town depends on the river for water. Bing has ignored the water collection because it hasn't affected his use of the river. After the fight with Bing's men, he may move to secure the river for his own purposes. If he does that, the town could be cut off from its only water source."
"Can anyone convince me that Bing will not take any action after the recent events?"
"That's a good point about the river" says Wes. "You fought four of them and two got away. They know you are hostile. Best not to provoke them until you can deal a much stronger blow." The druid tries to think of a suitable analogy.
"Don't poke the bear. Wait until you can kill it, gut it, skin it and spread out in front of a nice roaring fire'.
Wes looks at the crowd around him. "By the way, that was a figure of speech. I don't want to hear of anybody turning the local wildlife into furnishings".
"That's a good point about the river" says Wes. "You fought four of them and two got away. They know you are hostile. Best not to provoke them until you can deal a much stronger blow." The druid tries to think of a suitable analogy.
"Don't poke the bear. Wait until you can kill it, gut it, skin it and spread out in front of a nice roaring fire'.
Wes looks at the crowd around him. "By the way, that was a figure of speech. I don't want to hear of anybody turning the local wildlife into furnishings".
Gwethglersinwen Larendirina
Gwen says to Wes, "I'm glad I understood the situation at the river correctly."
"Your analogies need work, however," she adds with a chuckle. "By the way, if Mr. Nehru approves of your project, I'm interested in working on it."
"That's a good point about the river" says Wes. "You fought four of them and two got away. They know you are hostile. Best not to provoke them until you can deal a much stronger blow." The druid tries to think of a suitable analogy.
"Don't poke the bear. Wait until you can kill it, gut it, skin it and spread out in front of a nice roaring fire'.
Wes looks at the crowd around him. "By the way, that was a figure of speech. I don't want to hear of anybody turning the local wildlife into furnishings".
"But you have both, Wes and Gweth, together, with the aid of astute analogy, answered your own question. We have poked the bear already - for better or worse. Therefore he is hostile to us already. And, our interests do overlap with those of Captain Bing - he will not wait for a second poke. And therefore therefore, Constable Glasandi..." he says, turning to the formidable elf, "...he is a danger to the town you are sworn to protect. Wesley, do you believe Captain Bing will allow a town improving water project to proceed unharassed? I do not. Lightfinger has the right of it. ...Where'd he go?" He taps his foot. "Oh, and regarding the zombies. I 'put it off' in the midst of dealing with a giant crab menace and orchestrating the downfall of a murderous sea troll - both town improvement projects, if you will. Anyway, as I recall, no one was available at the time to accompany me - I did not wish to die in the jungle alone. They certainly must be dealt with, however, eventually."
The druid addresses Chauncey first. "Bing need not know about the aqueduct until later, when we are better able to protect it and deal with him. We're starting from this end and working toward the river. If you start a war with him now, he'll strike at the town, not be content with holding the river. In my opinion, I think it would be better to leave him with the idea that our encounters with his men were just unfortunate coincidences that won't happen again."
Wes turns to Gwen with a big smile on his face. "You have the thanks of Obad Hai and myself! Any ideas you have will be most welcome. I'm sure working together will be wonderful!"
Upon learning that Chauncy and the rest are not planning to leave anytime really soon, MMM remembers a responsible adult should check for mail so he hurries over to the Hi-Lo to see Mr. Nehu. He knocks on the door and assuming there is a come in he enters with a big smile. Hello! Was checking to see if there was any news from the mainland. Also thought I would tell you that Avalaa and I are going to be partners at the lumbermill once it is going. Oh yeah, Cap'n Bing is a pirate now. He has slaves up river. We are going to go crack some heads and get them all freed up. Apparently, they are going some kind of herb or something. Any idea what they might be growing? Stuff doesn't seem to grow too well out here other than bug and jungle stuff... uh... no offense...
Mr. Nehru tries to keep everything straight as more and more folks enter his small office. He continues introducing Constable Glansandi to anyone who stops by. He allows the others to continue their discussion about freeing the enslaved villagers, listening intently whenever someone isn't speaking directly to him.
He responds to Monocar's question before going back to the disagreement amongst the other adventurers.
"I haven't heard anything back from either of the captains about your delivery yet, son. But if things with captain Stew are as bad as you say, I'm afraid it is likely that your message was never delivered."
He looks at the Constable again with a concerned look. "I think this pirate issue should be addressed immediately! I have never trusted that damn Bing, but he was the only other captain that Quark could get to help him out. He seems to have had his own agenda ever since setting foot on this island, and if he is enslaving natives now, someone needs to put a stop to him and his degenerate pirate thugs!"
"Master Chauncey! I will place this task firmly upon you! Forget about the zombies for now! We need to rid this island of that creep before he gets any more powerful here. What if he brings over more of his kind? There are only so many of us here that can defend against such a menace!"
Gwen sighs and says to Wes, "Looks like Nehru wants war."
"Mr Nehru, I hope you know what you are doing. I will help because you've declared Bing to be a priority. My skills are meagre but I will do what I can."
"It seems, Mr. Nehru, that you have no shortage of stalwart adventurers seeking to thwart this Captain Bing," Glansandi says, glancing over the swelling group. "I wish them luck in their attempt. Should they fail, however, the town must be capable of defending itself against retaliation. It is my responsibility to see to that. If you all will excuse me." With a curt nod to Mr. Nehru, Glansandi attempts to make his way through the now crowded office and out of the Hi-Lo, Jombo in tow.
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"It is inevitable that at some point a character will fall into a pit, off a wall, or over a cliff." - OSRIC, p.119
MMM nods in understanding and also acknowledging the new Constable. He looks at the crowded room and decides there are enough brainy people with their head in the plans. He walks out to rejoin the others eyeing the new law enforcement officer as he goes, wondering what will come of the new development.
The druid addresses the diminutive elf. "I hear on the grapevine you wish to go hunting, Gwen. I am a hunter of small skill myself, and am planning to make a trip. Do you wish to go with me? Before I go, I need to make a new spear. For that I need a small tree and a dagger. Do you have a dagger, by any chance?"
"On top of that, I need to talk to the monkoons and get their permission to hunt in their land. I hope they'll allow me to do so. Once I have finished talking to Mr Nehru, that is what i intend to do".
