Everyday Life in Beachtown

[Quonundrum]

Okay.

Andron can likely come along (depending on the specific day), sans magic-user spells.

[kruk]

Lerrick is in

Cresty will fatten up at the Tree house eating stew and drinking grog. He'll be ready for the next one.

[Rex]

I think the plan will be to combine it with Andron's pillar mission.

[kruk]

Cresty

The hell with that. He'll be at the tree house until the adventure is ready to go.
At that time he'll join Brotherhood of the Silver Circle helping the druid find a new companion.

[OGRE MAGE]

I will get a new thread set up today for the Tlachtga/Andron mission to the temple/looking for animals.

We can resume the planning stages there, once it's ready.

[Jernau35]

The Knife

The Knife goes in search of Darklin and Feanol, to invite them to Max's tent. "He's interested in helping us find Keg, but wants to talk with us first."

If Darklin and Feanol are interested, The Knife will take them to see Max.

[OGRE MAGE]

Thanks for the assist J!

Please start your mission preparations here. Once your ready, I will set up a new game thread for you.

[Ahlmzhad]

Feanol

Heads for the tent that Randall pointed out. Standing outside, and lacking any way to knock she finally just calls out "Knife, are you in there?"

[Jernau35]

The Knife

"Yes, I'm right here!" The Knife calls out. "Max and I were just about to go over some of the details of the search".

[Ahlmzhad]

Feanol

"Hello then." She enters, "Hi I'm Feanol, I take it your Max"?

[Jernau35]

Maag

Maag goes down to inspect the stack of logs at the end of the trail. He does a count of them and tries to work out how they were moved to this spot. He especially looks for the kind of small, round logs that could be used as rollers to push or pull the trees along on.

[OGRE MAGE]

There are 12 huge black logs left on the pile. None of them small enough to move with a dozen men, which is likely the reason they haven’t been used for anything else yet. The wood is starting to dry out, and the sticky glue-like residue that once excreted from the inner flesh has dried up on the ends, leaving behind a crusty yellowish cap over any exposed areas. The black bark is thick and dense, extremely difficult to chop through, almost like an impenetrable armor protecting the slightly softer inner wood.

He gets no inclination of how they were transported here initially, since all the smaller, more manageable pieces have already been scavenged, but knows it will take many strong backs to move the logs that remain.

[Jernau35]

Maag

Maag studies the longs for a few minutes. Then he makes a decision. He calls out to anybody close by: "I need twenty men to move dese logs! I need to move four of dem over to der docks! Five silver for every man, for every log! We start 'ere in one hour!"

"We are gonna sell der logs to Quark for supplies".

Maag moves around town, repeating the message and trying to recruit men to help him.

[OGRE MAGE]

Maag's first taker is an old human farmer type who questions the half-orc before agreeing to any terms.

"I'll help ye, fer the coin. But these things weigh a LOT. Yer gonna need several men to move em. We used up all the smaller stuff already, the ones we could lift, anyway. So, how does ya know the cap'n will want these things? He's never mentioned any in-trest in em afore, an they's been a sittin ere fer months. Besides, these things'll need ta be sawed in alf ta fit on his ship. Er does ye got another plan fer em?"

[Jernau35]

Maag

Maag looks at the scrawny farmer and silently hopes his next few recruits are a bit beefier.

"Yeah. I woz plannin' on needin' about twenty blokes to shift dem. But if dey 'ave' to be sawed in 'alf, dat might change a few fings."

"Quarks bloke in der tower made a deal wiv me. Dat's ow' I know 'e wants dem. But I reckon dat i will 'ave to check about cuttin' dem in 'alf"

[Darklin2]

Feanol

"Hello then." She enters, "Hi I'm Feanol, I take it your Max"?

Max

Hello I am Maximus Fleetfoot, But most people call me Max. So I hear you are trying to organize a party to look for your friends? Have you had any luck finding anyone else yet? Not sure the 3 of us will get vary far around here. Just to many things in this place trying to kill you. A couple of fighter types with good armor would make us better off.

[Ahlmzhad]

Feanol

"Pleased to meet you Maximus. I'm Feanol, and as you can see I am but frail girl with a small talent with the arcane. I agree we need a bit more muscle to pull this off. I don't think I'm seeing many warrior types running around right now. Any suggestions where we might find some? I've been known to be able to persuade some in the past."

OM: I'd be happy to roll up a fighter if there aren't any lurking about in the wings?

[OGRE MAGE]

Maag

Maag looks at the scrawny farmer and silently hopes his next few recruits are a bit beefier.

"Yeah. I woz plannin' on needin' about twenty blokes to shift dem. But if dey 'ave' to be sawed in 'alf, dat might change a few fings."

"Quarks bloke in der tower made a deal wiv me. Dat's ow' I know 'e wants dem. But I reckon dat i will 'ave to check about cuttin' dem in 'alf"

"Ye got that weird hermit to come outta his shell eh? That musta been an undertaking in itself. I have been here for months and I think I only seen that guy about twice so far. Kinda a weird little feller aint he?"

"Ya I'd say that these logs'll need ta be cut in order ta get em on Quarks ship. The other captain had a longer ship, and it were modified some ta fit em aboard."

[OGRE MAGE]

The Knife
"Yes, I'm right here!" The Knife calls out. "Max and I were just about to go over some of the details of the search".

Feanol

"Hello then." She enters, "Hi I'm Feanol, I take it your Max"?

Max

Hello I am Maximus Fleetfoot, But most people call me Max. So I hear you are trying to organize a party to look for your friends? Have you had any luck finding anyone else yet? Not sure the 3 of us will get vary far around here. Just to many things in this place trying to kill you. A couple of fighter types with good armor would make us better off.

Feanol

"Pleased to meet you Maximus. I'm Feanol, and as you can see I am but frail girl with a small talent with the arcane. I agree we need a bit more muscle to pull this off. I don't think I'm seeing many warrior types running around right now. Any suggestions where we might find some? I've been known to be able to persuade some in the past."

OM: I'd be happy to roll up a fighter if there aren't any lurking about in the wings?

The searching mission has a thread started, if you would like to start posting there instead.

viewtopic.php?f=446&t=10726

[Jernau35]

Maag

"Well", Maag says, in reply to the farmer's comments about the hermit in the tower, " yer just afta know 'ow to 'andle 'im, yer know. 'e can see I 'ave a serious business deal for 'im. Dat liven'd 'im up."

"Talkin' of which, I 'ave to go an' talk wiv 'im about gettin' dese fings cut up". Maag trudges off through the sand, heading for the tower. He returns a few minutes later, looking relieved. "Yer, you was right mate. We gotta cut dese fings up. Thirty foot sections. Do yer know any blokes wiv axes an' saws?"

He extends his hand to the farmer. "I am Maag. Wot is your name?"