Module: Quest for the Unknown

Rogahn the Fearless and Zelligar the Unknown are legendary names. Even you, a young fledgling raised far from the great cities of Garweeze Wurld, know of their reputation – even though their tale begins years ago. The elders and the sages speak both names with respect, even awe, in a distant admiration for the two legendary figures.

You have heard parts of the story before, but never enough to know all of it, or even what is true and what is only legend or speculation. But it is a great and fascinating beginning in your own quest to learn more.

Rogahn the Fearless earned his name as a great warrior, and his reputation spread far and wide across the land. Zelligar the Unknown, equally renowned, earned his respected status and power as a foremost practitioner of the mystical arts of magic and sorcery.

No one knows what occurrences or coincidence brought these two men together, but tales tell of their meeting and forming a strong bond of friendship, a union that would last for the ages. As this occurred, legend has it, the two men virtually disappeared from the view of civilization. Stories occasionally surfaced about a rumored hideaway being built deep in the wilderness, far from the nearest settlement, away from traveled routes, and high upon a craggy hill – but no one seemed to know any more than that, or where this supposed hideaway was really located, or indeed if it was. No one knows for sure, but some say their motive was to pursue the common goals of personal greed and some kind of vague (or chaotic) evil. In any case, they jointly led a hermit life with but a few occasional forays into the outside world to add to their own reputations.

Many years passed, until one day a great gnome-titan invasion came from the lands to the northwest, threatening to engulf the Meletian Kingdom with the excessive carousing and oppression of the unchecked gnome-titan horde. Just when things seemed the darkest, Rogahn the Fearless and Zelligar the Unknown made their unexpected yet most welcome reappearance. Joining their powerful forces, they and their band of loyal henchmen met the gnome-titan army in a great battle at a narrow pass in the hills, and decisively turned back the invasion. Rogahn slew a horde of the little guys single-handedly and Zelligar’s powerful magic put the army to flight. It was a great victory, and a grateful populace of Frandor rewarded the pair and their consorts with considerable treasure. After that, the two heroes returned to their hideaway, and rumor has it that the spoils of victory were spent to further its construction, although some of it may yet be hidden somewhere.

The most exciting portions of the legend are the most recent. Last year, Rogahn and Zelligar apparently decided upon a joint foray into the lands of the hated Gnome Protectorates. Taking most of their henchmen and associates along with them in a great armed band, the two personages, it seems, disappeared into the forbidding little-folk lands to the northwest on a great adventure which come say may have been asked by the very gawds themselves.

Word just reaching civilization tells of some great battle in the gnome-titan lands where the legendary Rogahn and Zelligar may have met their demise. This rumored clash must have occurred some months ago, and there are few details – and no substantiation of the story. The only thing certain is that, if all this is true, Rogahn and Zelligar have left their secret base virtually unguarded…if only one had the knowledge and wherewithal to find their hideaway, he would have great things to explore!

Now, just recently, came the most promising bit of information – a crude map purporting to show the way to the hideaway of the two men, a place apparently called “Q.” One of your acquaintances has this map, and if its accurate, it could perhaps lead you to the mythic place that was their home and sanctuary. Who knows what riches of wealth and magic might be there for the taking? Yes, the risk is great, especially since the pair may yet still be alive and might even return any day, but the challenge cannot be ignored. Besides, others may get there first if you tarry long. Gathering a few of your fellows, you share the secret and embark on a Quest for the Unknown…

Characters:

Celesa - a beautiful Sylvan Elf Thief apprentice in leather armor over fine leather

garments and armed with a longsword, a dagger and a light crossbow. Has a riding horse

Glorn Hamhide - a homely Human zealous altar boy of Skraad, wearing scale mail over

common garments and armed with a warhammer. Glorn has a facial scar and wears an iron miniature warhammer pendant about his neck.

Jakob Verlinder - a butt ugly one-armed Human veteran wearing studded leather armor

over common garments with a good cloth cloak. Armed with a longsword, dagger, magic dagger +1 and spear.

Pequeno Muerte - a plain looking Hairfoot Halfling veteran who always seems thirsty.

wearing padded armor over fine silk....ah, he already did a great job describing himself.

Rajan Torre - a good-looking Half-Elf wild novice wearing common robes under a good

cloth cloak, carrying a leather book bag and a wineskin. Also wears a wooden holy symbol and a backpack. Armed with a dagger and a magic dagger +1. Leads a pack goat.

Urnid Stormwell - a plain looking Human veteran wearing breeches, a wool shirt and a

tabard, carrying a medium shield and armed with a dagger and a longsword.

Guyzo Gusbomb – a good-looking pixie fairy Zealot of Lygte with scoliosis and a trick

knee. His clothing bears the symbol of a sun with asymmetrical rays and he can almost always be seen carrying a lit candle. Played by Baskhaus.

Date: Sa’mar, Haar’kiev 1, 12082 (Fariadoran Reckoning), evening

The first day of spring

Location: The town of Farzy, where the Vadarz River crosses Melet Way, at the southern end of the Broken Mace Pass, at the foothills of the Sustain Mountains, in the League of the Fangaerian City States

You are in a large tavern by the name of Apok’s Hunted Drunken Deer. The bartender, a dwarf named Apok, claims to be an heir to the founder of Farzy. As Dwarves make up only about 2% of the population of the Fangaerian City States, this is highly unlikely, but not impossible as the Dwarven Clans of Praxter are counted among the allies of Fangaerie. Ahem, where was I? Oh yes, Apok’s HDD is a large tavern, boasting 26 tables and 22 customers, currently, of which you are number-ed. Yes, I like the –ed to be pronounced.

Talk amongst yourselves.

You enter the inn after a days ride on the trail. Its quiet. Too quiet. The common room is divided down the middle by a 5' wide walkway. A fireplace at one end and the bar and the door you came thru at the other. To the right are 2 rows of tables and chairs. They are about 3/4 full of late night patrons finishing their drink and food. They sit quietly and look up from their plates to catch your eye as you walk in. Then as quickly as they look up they look back down to their plates. As if frightened....
To the left the same two rows of tables line the wall. Only these are empty.... Except for one. A lone figure sits at the furthest table from you. Clad in black with a cloak clasped with a silver skull. A short widebrimmed hat with a bright blue feather (think zorro) sits atop his head. A head that barely reaches above the table...
A silver dagger sticks from the table, and from your point of view covers his left eye. The other eye closes to a slit as he sees you...
You've just met...
Pequeño Muerte
Pequeno is a Halfling. He is clad all in black. Wearing padded armor and the finest snakeskin boots you’ve seen. His matching snakeskin hat is quite fetching as well. On his belt hangs a broadsword in a scabbard. Covering that is a fine black cloak. Held in place by a gleaming silver skull pin.

The halfling adjusts his hat and cape before making his entrance. Pushing he door open he strides through smoothly. Looking left and right he spots the bar and makes a beeline for the nearest open stool.
"A mug of your finest ale my good dwarf!"
As he mounts the stool gracefully. He produces a few coins from his belt.... He sets them on the bar and covers them with his snakeskin hat.

The dwarf looks at the Halfling for a moment. “Sorry, Kromian’s run out. Wanna pint o’ Dead Vikin’? “At’ll be a silver.”

An unusual looking figure appears at the door. Six and a half feet tall and rail thin, this human man looks out on the bar. He's wearing a ripped wool shirt, a filthy tattered tabard, and worn dark green trousers. A battered wooden shield is slung across his back and a naked, beat-up longsword is stuck awkwardly through his belt. His skin is pale, his medium length black hair is a mess, and he's wearing several days worth of ratty beard.
Seeing the halfling at the bar, Urnid walks in that direction, his worn boots thumping on the wooden floor. He sits himself down and gestures over to the dwarf. "Apok, a drink please. I just...well, it's been a tough night." He looks to the halfling next to him. "How can you lose five dice rolls in a row? I just lost my shirt...literally. Beautiful shirt of steel chain...gone." Accepting his cheap mug of ale, he looks to his money purse. "Um...can I get this on credit?" Turning back to Muerte, he extends his gloved hand. "Urnid Stormwell, at your service.

The dwarf, as if by deft practice, snatches the mug from Urnid’s hand as soon as the word credit escapes his lips. “Yeah, yer a credit to yer race,” and downs the pint himself, wiping the foam from his beard with the back of his meaty hand.
OOC: I'm thinking that maybe Celesa or Glorn already know Urnid. He may have been recently hired as an extra sword for the adventure at hand.

*Into Apok's walks a human wearing studded leather. Besides his lanky 6'3" frame, two things stand out on him: 1) His left arm, past the elbow, is missing; and 2) He seems to be trying to hide his face with his helm and the cowl of his Lincoln green cloak. He leans over to Apok, whispers something and indicates a table in the corner. He then sits at the table, in a chair that allows his face to be concealed by the shadows.*
(OOC: He whispered "a glass of Orluian Brandy, please." to Apok.)

Apok smiles. “Of course, sir, comin’ right up.” He fetches back a pint. “Five gold, if ya please, and may I say it’s a pleasure to have yer custom?”

"I'll get this one." The ebony clad halfling says. Lifting his hat to produce a few coins. "Looks like this one's seen better days!" he adds, referring to the rather rough looking soul standing next to him.
"And the Dead Viking will be a fine replacement good dwarf"

The dwarf slides two mugs of Dead Viking Ale over the counter, and retrieves his two silver from Pequeno.

Urnid bows his head slightly toward the halfling, his pale face slightly flushed with embarrassment. "My thanks, master halfling. I'm...well, I'm having a string of bad luck, that's all. I still have a little coin, though." He produces several silver pieces as he looks sideways at the dwarf. "I just prefer to save it for something better than this swill." Urnid's dark eyes flash and his hand clenches around the handle of his naked blade. Just as suddenly, his expression relaxes and a mischievous grin appears on his face. "Just kidding, Apok." He turns back to the halfling. "I will get the next round, though, as a courtesy to you."

Apok gives out a snorting laugh, but has no smile on his face. “Ya should really think of entertaining here, Stormwell. It’d be a riot. We could stand ya up against a wall and shoot…..ideas at ya, and ye could make jokes about ‘em. We could call it “leanin’- up-against-a-wall comedy. Or ya could just be quiet and drink.”

In walks a man not much to look on. That is except for the white scar on his face. He bursts through the door and exclaims "Skraad's beard that was a first-class dump and no mistake! It takes a lot of fiber to move out dwarven stew." He bellies up to the bar "And it works up a powerful thirst as well! A tankard of ale if you please, my good man."
He nods to those around the bar. He wears comon clothes covered with scaled mail armor he bears a war hammer and has a pendant that matches it around his neck. This is Glorn Hamhide, Zealot of Skraad.

Apok slides a pint in front of Glorn. “Five copper, Master Toiler. Phew, ya know ya could’a left the pong of evidence in th’outhouse. We would stilla’ believed ‘twas a mighty crap. No need ta beat us over the head wi’ it!”

The halfling sizes up the newcomer. Drums his fingers in a sarcastically annoying manner towards the dwarven barkeep who seems to be taking FOREVER to bring his ale.
"We need only one more for a decent game." he proclaims. Surely someone has some cards.

Into the bar, strides a robed half-elf, fairly young looking for that race, but very good looking as well. He stands a few inches above 5 and a half feet tall, a few pounds shy of 150. He has short hair that spikes upwards and is purple in color. His eyes are a deep green of the forests, with a slight mischievous twinkle in them. He is wearing fairly common robes, dark blue in color, with black boots and a belt to match. There is a wooden holy symbol of the gawdess Kishijoten displayed proudly. A dagger sits in a sheath on either side of his hip. He has a wineskin and a backpack over his shoulders and what looks like a leather book bag as well.
He gives a slight shiver at the sight of the alcohol visible. He then gets a hold of himself and walks to an empty table and slides into a seat. He gently sets down his backpack on the chair next to him and sets the book bag in his lap. He then motions to a waitress (if there is one). If not, he sits there and looks around a bit, wondering where he should stay here and eat or sleep.
(OOC: This is Rajan Torre, prounounced Rah-zsan, Wild Mage Not-So-Extraordinaire!)

A serving wench sidles over to Rajan’s table. “’ello, ‘andsome. Ooooo a reader! Wot’ll ya have, luv?”

*The human slides five gold to the dwarf. At first, there seems to be a nervous quality about the hooded stranger, as if he was anticipating trouble of some sort. He then takes a closer look at the barkeep as the latter speaks, and a smile begins to creep across his thin lips.*
"Thank you, good sirrah. You remind me of a platoon sergeant I served under during the Gnoll Incursions. Name of Therold Ironbelly. Any relations?"

The dwarf’s smile turns forced. “No sir, no sir. No relation. We’re not all related, ya knoo. Meanwhile I hope ya enjoy yer drink in the company o’ your family,” as he gestures at all the patrons in the bar.

Urnid eyes the mysterious human as he comes to the bar. He gazes with amazement at the casual tossing of gold to Apok. "That must be some drink, friend. Whatever line of work you're in, how do I get into it? He looks back at his new halfling friend. "For me, the quality of the spirit makes no difference. You see, I've got no sense of taste. Um...kinda an...accident as a boy. Funny, though, 'cause whiskey tastes the same as water. Gotten me in trouble a few times. He leans back to address both men. "So, what brings such classy and wealthy gentlemen like yourselves to town?"

With the word "wealthy" Pequeno's eyes narrow and he turns to size up the newcomer....

The tavern door swings open again; the silhouette of a woman is all you can make out at first as the sun shines brightly behind her. As she steps in she slides the hood of her ebony cloak down to her shoulders, revealing her long slender ears. A cascade of satiny tresses the color of burnished copper falls in waves down her back ending just above her slender waist. Her eyes glisten like emeralds as they survey all in the bar. She moves with the grace of a cat, each motion expertly calculated and completely silent.
Her boots, soft black leather which go up to her thigh, make not a sound as she approaches the bar. She wears some of the finest garments seen, a shirt the color of Elderberry Wine, plunges low and is lost into a black leather bodice which accentuates her already shapely curves. Her belt rests lightly on her hips, and a sword in a highly polished scabbard of black wood hangs on her left hip.
As she reaches the bar, she pulls off soft black gloves, revealing slender hands and fingers which move with startling precision. With a single graceful motion she retrieves 7 gold coins from her pouch and slides the clasp shut. She holds the coins lightly in her hand and in a voice like a whispering breeze in early spring, sweet and warm, yet with a hint of winters chill she speaks to Apok. "A pint of Orluian Brandy, and a good meal if you please. Also could someone please tend to my horse, he will need stabling and some grain, it has been a long ride." For someone who's talking of a long ride, she seems impeccably manicured, not a single hair is out of place and her clothes look as though they are right out of the store. "And please keep the change; I will grab his saddlebag momentarily."
She sits lightly on the bar stool and begins to survey the patrons once again. As she swings her gaze toward the bar, she looks with a bit of disdain at the bedraggled fellow. "Do I know you? You look familiar? No probably not I guess, I would swear though."
"Well anyway down to business then. My name is Celesa of Darkhaud, and I have a business proposition for anyone interested. Should you be interested, please join me over at my table." Celesa raises a hand and points to an empty table in the corner. "I will return momentarily to speak with anyone seated over there."
She exits the bar and returns with a saddlebag, which she places lightly in the corner behind the table. "I will have my brandy and meal over there, please."
Celesa takes a seat at the table her back to the corner of the tavern and she silently waits and surveys the patrons, as if waiting for the first move to be made.

Apok’s eyes light up at the sight before him. He is grinning so inanely it looks like his face may crack. “Of course, young miss,” he says with a deep bow. He turns back to a keg and twists the spigot. Nothing comes out. He thumps it a few times. Nothing. He picks up the keg, notes its weight and sighs. Looking over at Jakob he growls “Ye had ta have Orluian Brandy, di’ntcha?” In a louder voice, “Miss, I’m terrrubly sorreh, but the Orluin Brandy’s run out. Ken I offer ye sumthin’s else, on ta house?”

"It 'tis no bother, do you happen to have any Blackberry Wine?" Celesa smiles warmly at Apok. "Thank you ever so much, you have such a wonderful establishment."

To the waitress, Rajan speaks quietly but with a beatific smile at her, as if she was the only other person in the tavern. "I would like a glass of..." He stops for a moment, closing his eyes before speaking again, "ah..water...actually...anything that's not alcohol will be fine. An' food, if you have some, would be MOST welcome, although it seems I may be sitting over there soon." He points to the table the woman who just walked in pointed at. He then gives the waitress a wink, "Who knows what else I'd like later on, but I'll start there I think."
He carefully picks up his backpack and book bag and heads over to the table the woman had indicated. As he passes through the other tables he continually mutters "Excuse Me". "Pardon Me" and "Oh, I'm SO sorry!", not just for his movements but also for the small gouts of gas left in his trail occasionally.

When the woman returns and sits down, Rajan is there waiting for her. He gives her a small smile of greeting and a small bow of his head. "Good day to you, milady. I am Rajan Torre."

Urnid watches the elven women in silence, his retort to Apok's insult dying in his throat. As she acknowledges him, he tries to speak but only a muffled hiccup comes out. His eyes never leave her as she walks out of the bar and remain on the empty doorway after she has gone. After a moment, his wits (dull when sober, outright round when drunk) return. He turns to the dwarf sharply. "On the house? What? Is she a credit to her race?" He stands up, shakily, and starts over to the elf woman's table. "This must be because elves and dwarves get along so well. Discriminicrimization...." Urnid pauses, wondering if he said that correctly. After a moment, he nods to himself and continues. "Yeah...that's what this is. He stumbles into a chair at the table. After settling into his seat, he yells across the bar. "And Apok...I'll take another whenever you get a chance. Many thanks."

Apok hands Urnid another pint in exchange for 1 silver piece, never taking his eyes from Celesa.

Celesa smiles warmly at the two men joining her at the table. "Ah, welcome, I do hope a few more will join us, as the business I speak of will be much easier with a few more worthy hands. Also rather profitable I hope." She reaches into the pouch at her hip and pulls a tattered parchment from within. "This my friends is a map that will lead us to fame and fortune, and undoubtedly a wee bit of danger and excitement."
Celesa looks again at Urnid, "You do look familiar, have you ever played dice at a small hole in the wall a days travel from here? I could swear...." Her voice trails off a bit. "No, the fellow I remember looked in much better shape, his luck was golden for quite a few rounds. I actually left the game before I had to face his luck, I do hope he won. I can spot cheaters a mile away and those rollers were definitely on the take. I do so dislike cheaters."
Celesa looks back at Rajan, "Oh sorry about that, cheaters get my ire up. That’s ok though they'll get theirs real soon." Something about the way she says that sounds sends a slight chill down your spine, as if she knows it to be a fact.
Once again with a warm smile to the two men "So have I got your interest in learning more about this little business venture?"

Rajan lets out a small silent fart as the woman gets angry and then looks at him and declares the fates of the "cheaters". He will look down for a moment, hesitating whether or not to cover his holy symbol or not. He decides against it and folds his hands over the bookbag in his lap.
""Well, I am most interested to hear what you have to say. I am bit cash shy at the moment and something potentially profitable would a godsend." He tries to give another smile but it falters a bit.

Apok returns with a pint of blackberry wine and a gourmet meal. “Yer money’s no good here, miss. And a lad is taking care of yer mount.” Apok suddenly blushes, which as a ruddy-skinned dwarf, makes him look as if he’s going to ignite.

Celesa smiles at Apok as he approaches the table "Thank you so very much. Your kindness is unmatched." Celesa gently takes the plate and the cup. "It smells absolutely divine."

Urnid nods as he ignores his fresh drink. "That could have been me, I suppose. I probably would have remembered you, though, unless I was dead drunk and...well, that would probably explain it." He absently pushes his drink a few inches away as he speaks. "You really think those guys were cheats? I mean, I don't doubt you but I used to gamble with them all the time. They would always seek me out before going off for a night of dicing and....entertainment. Now that you mention it, I did lose more than usual during those times..." Urnid slams his fist down on the table suddenly and violently, spilling his drink. The ale runs off the polished table and spreads across Urnid's lap. He doesn't seem to notice. "Bastards! You just wait until I get my hands on 'em. Urnid, realizing he is acting like a crazy person, quickly calms down. He starts wiping up the spilled ale on the table with the bottom half of his tabard. "Anyway, my name is Urnid Stormwell. I'm a swordsman. Pretty good one, too. My blade is yours.

The ebony clad halfling finally blinks. I hope no one noticed I was staring..... he thinks to himself. He quickly hops off the stool. Grabs his hat from the bar. He straightens the bright azure feather on it and positions it on his head VERY carefully.
As gracefully as he can after a pint of Dead Viking he makes his way to the table.
"I would be honored to join you milady. I knew at once you would have business here. For no one as beautiful as yourself belongs in an establishment such as this. I am Pequeno Muerte and if your proposition is as sweet as you are I can assure you you have my steel as well as my loyalty."
he bows with that and pulls up a chair.

Rajan nods to the human who just sat down. "A pleasure to make both of your aquaintances I'm sure. Urnid, I am Rajan Torre."
Then, Rajan eyes the strange halfling with slight bewilderment and suspicion, but shrugs it off a bit, though he keeps a firm grip on his bookbag (which incidentally jams up against his belt and pouch). As he mulling over the halfling's strange name, another small not-as-silent gout of gas is released from his backside.
His eyes widen a bit and he reddens. "Ah..excuse me a moment..." He hurries outside, taking his bookbag and backpack with him.
He returns a moment later, trying to act like nothing happened but is obviously nervous and distressed still. He starts to walk directly to the table, but sighs and stops at the bar and gets an ale from Apok. "Ah..so sorry about that. Won't happen again, I assure you."

As the gassy half elf returns to the table Pequeno looks at him strangely.
"I have 10 gold that says I know which half of him isn't elven! Any takers?!?! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA"
"But seriously, there is a lady present."
He turns to gaze at her again.
"A beautiful lady."

Rajan turns to look at the halfling, a slightly amused look on his face warring with a slight sneer. "Why don't you look me in the eyes when you say that. We'll get you a stepstool for it. As if you have room to talk about anything in HALF measures, little one. "
He then turns back to Celesa and waits to see what she says next.

Thank you all, such kind words and undivided attention. The business at hand I suppose and then some better familiarization. If anymore interested folks show up later we can always fill them in" Celesa unrolls the tattered parchment in her hand, and lays it carefully on the table. A thin line is drawn on the paper, it goes for a ways an ends in a stylized "Q".
"This my dears, is a map to the hideaway of the legendary Rogahn and Zelligar. This is where we can earn our fame and fortune. If legends are true, we may even be able to claim the place itself as our own. Once we clear out any dangers of course." Celesa sits silently for a moment and looks to each person who is listening so as to see their expressions, then continues. "I know my way around locks and traps well enough, but I'm fairly certain that those will be only part of the troubles encountered. These two have supposedly died a year or so ago, that means things have had a year to take up residence. I say we go evict them. With every person taking an equal cut of what is found. We all have the potential to leave there rather wealthy indeed."
Celesa sits back with a smile on her face. "So any takers?"

"Ahhhh a little bit of treasure hunting eh? And some death dealing no doubt." his eyes narrow to slits. Licking his lips for a second Pequeno snaps back to.

Rajan Torre drains his pint quickly and motions to Apok for another. This drink is also quaffed fairly quickly, but the young half-elf’s thirst seems to have been slaked.

The halfling drums his fingers on the hilt of his sword. He looks like he's reminiscing about something. A strange grin on his face.
As quickly as his mind wandered off, its back.

Wiping his mouth of the ale, Rajan nods and smiles. "Sounds good. You can count me in. Both myself and my spellbook of random destruction!"

"Random Destruction? There is nothing random about the beings I dispatch from this world with my steel."

Rajan looks at the halfing and shrugs. "So what? Who was comparing anything to you? I was speaking with the lovely lady here."

Well there mage, you have foulness coming from both ends eh?" he elbows the mage jokingly, "Eh? Eh?"
"You must settle down. You are wound a little too tight."

Rajan looks down Pequeno and raises a disdaining eyebrow. "Please. Don't act as though you know me or we are friends. Don't touch me or act familiar with me. Thank you. I am wound just the right amount so far." As if to punctuate his speech, he shifts in his chair a little bit to lift one buttcheek up slightly and "aim" towards the halfling (so basically on he and Pequeno really see it).

Apok brings over a very simple plate of food to Rajan and accepts a silver piece in return.

Celesa looks slightly amused at the exchange and chuckles slightly. "Gentlemen, Gentlemen, it is my sincere hope that in time we would all become friends. This excursion will require teamwork to be sure. While I have little doubt such familiarity will take time, I do hope eventually we can all prove ourselves to each other."
Celesa nose wrinkles slightly, and sneezes faintly. "Damn silver." She mutters faintly. "I'm terribly sorry to trouble you all, but if possible, please do not pull out silver near me. I start sneezing horribly. I can't even touch the stuff." Celesa pulls a small handkerchief from her pouch and gently wipes her nose.

Rajan gives Celesa a small bow of his head and a warm smile. "Not a problem, milady. I will make sure to keep the very limited amount of silver I have away from your delicate nose. We all have our little quirks and flaws, after all." He glances at the halfing and smiles as if to say "Some of us more than others." but doesn't actually say anything.

He leans his head in a bit and speaks a in quieter voice. "I HAVE heard a few..rumorous tidbits as well, milady. It is said that Rogahn owned a fantastic gem as big as a man’s fist that was worth over 100,000 gold pieces that he kept hidden in his personal quarters. I'm sure there are secret doors, rooms and passageways in parts of the complex, HOWEVER, I did also hear that the complex has a rear exit that is secret and well hidden."

I also have heard some rumors beyond the well known legend. Though I dare say these should all be taken with a grain of salt, as we know not the origins of these rumors. I have picked up only two bits in my travels, that there is a part of the complex yet unfinished, and that their treasures are hidden at the bottom of a pool of water. That last bit makes me wish I had paid more attention when I was supposed to be learning the arts of swimming, rather then lounging about in only a loin cloth."

Watch where you are pointing that thing there 1/2 breed. Didn't your mixed parents teach you any manners?" Pequeno quips back. Starting to sound a little angry.
After the lady speaks, "I too have heard of this place. I disregarded the rumours for folklore. But this map looks genuine alright." he looks closer at the map. Covering one eye and leaning in closely....

"Whoo, I'm thirsty." Pequeno adds, waving down the nearest serving wench.
"Bring me another ale milady." he asks.

Rajan leans to the halfling in a very low voice says, "Ware your wagging tongue, halfpint, or the smell creeping up on you will be the least of your worries. A horrible gas smell begins to be apparent.
Turning back to the lady, "So...when do we leave?"

The halfling's eyes narrow to slits as he stiffens up. Standing as close as he can to the 1/2 elf he speaks a little louder this time.
"Listen here you abomination to TWO RACES. Maybe you'd like to step outside and I'll show you what its like? I've been tolerant due to the lady but that time is over."

Rajan sniffs dismissively at the halfing, barely deigning to glance at the short fighter before turning his attention back to the lady. "Step outside if you would like. You are not worth my time. Stop interrupting milady's talking."

Apok himself brings the drink to the Halfling. “Listen ‘ere, you two. I’m tryin’ ter run a respectable tavern here. Don’ make me toss ya inna the street. I’m sure the lady don’t want ta see tha likes o’ you havin’ at each other.” He thunks the pint down and takes a silver from Pequeno.

"Let it all be known that if he hadn't come over here....." the halfling trails off as he downs his second ale.
Slamming the mug down on the table nearly catching someones finger. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Now.. BURP. Where were we?" and before anyone can answer...
"OH YEAH! RICHES AND FAME! Continue milady."

Pequeno is officially sloshed

Urnid leans back, enjoying the show. Beautiful women. Violence about to break out at any moment. This should be a great group to be apart of. As Apok breaks up the fight, Urnid frowns and turns back to the table.
"Hey, Pequeno. It's not very nice to make fun of one's parentage. You can't choose who your parents are. I wish you could..."
Urnid fiddles with his sword, the naked blade digging into his left leg. "Back to the adventure at hand. When do we leave? Also, if anyone can lend me a few gold before we leave, it would be appreciated. I would love to get a little armor before we leave...scale, chain, even some hardened leather would be nice. Even a scabbard would make me a little more comfortable."
Urnid looks down at his shabby clothes sheepishly. "Hey...trust me. I'm good for it."

"Chain?" hiccup... "Scale? A real warrior needs nothing more than the protection of good padded armor!" Pequeno proclaims thumping his chest.

Rajan chuckles at the halfling, both when he backs down and when he proclaims his padded armor being good. "Hells, even *I* have almost that much protection only, so how bad could it be?" He is staring at the lady so only she sees the twinkle in his eye as he says that.

Celesa takes another scrap of cloth from her pouch and lays it carefully across her lap. She takes a small sip of her wine and begins to eat the delectable meal in front of her. Her table manners are as impeccable as her appearance, it is quiet obvious that she has dined frequently in high society.
She occasionally chuckles slightly at the squabble between Rajan and Pequeno.
After she has had a small bit of the food, Celesa stops for moment. "Thank you Apok, the meal is divine. The seared chicken with elderberry compote, perfection." She continues taking small bites and takes time to talk every now and then.
"So gentlemen, do you have any other specialties that might aid us on this little adventure? I dare say only four of us will be a bit risky, there is after all safety in numbers. Perhaps it would be best if we waited until first light to head off anyway. Pequeno, looks like he might have had a bit much to drink. And I do believe you, Urnid, needed to look into some minor equipment, as indeed you are in no shape to fight, with naught but the shirt on your back. I'm sure we can find something a bit better."

"Wait a second!" Pequeno interrupts.
"Ummm...." he ponders....
"BURP!"
"Uhhhhhhggghhhhh I dont remember eating that." he smacks his lips...

Urnid nods gratefully. "Yes, I am still a force to be reckoned with, with or without armor, but I would be able to protect you...all of you, with some metal between me and the pointy claws and gnashing teeth. So...that being said, maybe you should come and help me pick out what I need. If you just give me the money, I'm sure to lose it or blow it on dice. I think, yeah, I think it's... safer if you and I go and take care of that business.

Urnid leans back in his chair, satisfied with his devious plan to get Celesa all to himself. He turns to Apok smugly and yells across the common room. "Master dwarf, I need a jug of water. My throat is parched and I dare not have anymore of your fine ale. I...um...need to stay focused so I can best fight and stuff tomorrow."

Within moments a jug of water and some glasses are set on the table.

Pequeno nearly knocks the other glasses over as his arm darts forward to grab one. He instantly begins filling it with water from the pitcher.

"Well, I'm sure we can find some leather and a scabbard at the least. I wish we were closer to my home than this, I have plenty there." Celesa casts a glance around the table at those seated around her. "On second thought most of you would probably never leave."
Celesa finishes up the food and takes the last sip of her wine, and stands.
"Let me just arrange a room for this evening and bring these saddlebags up to it. Then we can get some provisions for the journey. Does anyone else need anything; it would make sense for us to get it all at once, rather then having to make multiple stops." Celesa bring the plate and empty cup to the bar, and hands them carefully to Apok. "Many thanks again, it was wonderful. I do need to arrange for a room for this evening. How much is a standard room? And you can not say my money is no good here, I must pay you something in return."

Apok looks thoughtful for a moment. “Bless my beard I’m glad you talk a lot. If it weren’t for that voice, I think I’da run off with ya. But I’m much better know,” he adds with a brief scowl. “A room’ll run 3 silver fer a night.”

Celesa pulls one gold from her pouch and hands it to Apok.
"That will cover it and if possible, a bath. Please keep the remainder in my thanks for the food and drink."
Celesa returns to the table and picks up the saddlebags and disappears up the stairs to the sleeping quarters. A few moments later she returns. "Are we set to head off for supplies, I just need to check in on Magus, before we go."

Celesa buys Urnid a sword scabbard and a suit of leather armor. Urnid buys himself another waterskin. Pequeno buys 2 more waterskins.

*As the party begins to rise, the stranger in the corner stands with a start. The combination of heady drink and the fair maiden's comeliness had stunned the mysterious person's wits into a fog. He quickly moves to the party, careful to avoid placing his hand near his blade.*
"Pardon me, but were you discussing..."
*His voice then trails to a whisper.*
"...an adventure? I might be of some use to you."

Urnid dons his new leather armor and sheathes his sword in the new wooden scabbard. He appears slightly more respectable but still miles away from okay. He returns to wherever his companions are waiting, displaying his new gear proudly. Urnid turns towards Celesa "I'm ready to go whenever you say." He sees the new member of the group. "I left quickly to buy my equipment. I see someone new as joined our party in that time. Name's Urnid Stormwell."

Celesa looks over at the new comer, "And you are?"
"Sorry, that sounded a bit harsh. Aye, we were indeed discussing an adventure. And if I may, the more the merrier, and the safer. We were just gathering supplies and getting ready to head out at first light tomorrow. As far as I am concerned you are more then welcome to join us, as I had discussed with these gentlemen, equal shares for all involved, as we all engage in equal danger."
Celesa feels her nose start to twitch and a faint sneeze escapes yet again. "I just have to ask that silver be kept away from me, I do not react well to it."

"Anyone up for a game of chance? I'm feeling lucky!" Pequeno asks anyone within earshot. Draining another mug of water like a man just thru the desert.

Urnid's eyes light up upon hearing of a game. Forgetting about the stranger he had extended his hand towards, he moves very close to Pequeno. "I'm in. What game? What stakes? I'm...um...very low on money right now but I have a few silver. And I have some very nice, brand new leather armor. That must be worth a few gold, right?"
He looks at Celesa briefly then turns back to Pequeno. "Okay, no armor. It was a gift, after all. I do have a few silver, so we can play with that. Want to cut down on the amount of that I carry anyways. I prefer dice but any game will do."

Pequeno's eyes turn to the enthusiastic man.
"Sure, your silver is good here my good man." Pequeno motions to a side table. A bit wobbly. Water running off his chin....

Rajan sneers slightly, but quickly turns it into a smile. "Sure...I'm up for a little spot of fun."

There’s craps, horse, slots, dice racing, in between, twenty-one, high-low, keeps, arm wrestling and darts for typical games.

Pequeno motions to a nearby empty table. Calling back to the woman.
"We leave in the morning then?"
As he says so he walk into a nearby chair and knocks it over.
"I did that. That was my fault."
Side-stepping the fallen chair he sits at another chair at the same table.
"So, whats the game?"

Urnid picks up the fallen chair and sits in it. "I usually prefer dicing, though I'm a good with darts and I'm a much better arm-wrestler than I look." He raises his arm and clenches his muscles, revealing a very thin yet sinewy bicep.
"The thing is...um...I lost my dice when I was last dicing. This shouldn't be a problem..." Urnid looks around the room, finally finding Apok. "Hey! You have any cards or dice behind the bar? You know...to borrow?"

The dwarf gestures to an area of the bar that seems to be set up for gaming, having all the necessary equipment to play whatever you like.

"Apparently this table is unsuitable for gaming. And the way the chairs keep falling over I agree!"

Glorn approaches Celesa. "'Scuse me, I've been listening to your talk together, and I'm wondering if you could use another in your little venture? I know I ain't no oil painting, but I'm handy with my hammer and I can fix things whether they be your weapons or your wounds. What do you say?"

"Pardon my haste. My name is Jakob Verlinger. As far as gear goes, I just have to retrieve my spear from outside. Provided it hasn't sprouted wings by now."
*Jakob attempts a lopsided smile, which soon fades away.*
"Plus pick up some healing supplies."

Urnid stands back up, looking over at the section where the gambling is going on and wondering how he missed it before. He extends his arm to steady Pequeno and lead him off to the tables. "Let's dice! I've missed twelve rolls in a row and I'm ready to change my luck."
Urnid turns to face Rajan with a strange smile, then to the halfling at his side. "Now no trouble between you two. Losing money can make even good friends fight. You two are already at each other's throats...so this might get ugly. Of course...since I'm going to be taking both your money, maybe it can be a bonding experience for you."
As Urnid starts walking, he looks over to see more of the newcomers. "More people, eh? Well more the merrier, I guess." Urnid considers going back to rescue Celesa from all these annoying hangers-on, but the call of the dice is too strong.

Pequeno grabs the attention of a server on his way to the table. "Your biggest jug of water milady. And I mean BIG!"
He turns back to Rajan.
"I'll be pissing myself like an elf running from a gnoll if I keep this up eh!"
Then he bursts out laughing at his own joke.

Celesa looks at the newcomer. "Indeed the more the merrier and someone who can keep a weapon in good shape is always welcome in my book. So if you can be ready at first light tomorrow it looks like that’s when we'll be getting this little trip underway."
Celesa casts an exasperated glance over at the gamblers. "Well that is if they don't drink themselves into unconsciousness and still have any gear left come first light."
Celesa looks back at the newcomer and smiles "Welcome to the group then."

Here’s how this works. To play craps, someone makes a wager. When everyone playing is in (covering the wager), 2 d6’s are rolled via the dice server. If your first roll is a 7 or 11, the shooter wins. Otherwise the shooter continues submitting rolls until he matches the first number rolled (a win), or rolls a 7 (a loss). Lost pots are split among the other players.

Urnid goes into his money pouch and pulls out a small handful of silver. Frowing, he dumps the contents of his pouch on the table, revealing less than ten silvers. Thought I still had a gold.. Oh yeah, the waterskin I bought. Grabbing a few silvers and putting them back away, he leaves five on table. He grabs the dice and shakes them violently. "Five silver. C'mon lucky 7!" He throws the dice, bouncing them off the back wall of the table.

Rajan shakes his head at the stupidity of the drunken halfling but doesn't say anything since he's been worse off himself. He looks down, thinks for a moment and shrugs. He slowly lays out 5 silver on the table in front of him. "I'll take that bet."

"Sure and I thank you, and I will be meeting in the mornin'. By the way Glorn Hamhide's my name. Sleep fast, then, lady."

Glorn watches the gambling with interest, though more in the players than in the game. He orders another ale from barkeep.

Glorn pays 5 copper for another ale. After drinking it, Glorn is buzzed.

Urnid rolls the dice; a 6 and a 3. His next roll is a 1 and a 6. Rajan wins the pot.

"This looks easy enough" Pequeno comments after seeing the first roll.
Producing 3 silver from his pouch he confidently lays it on the table.
"Gimme the bones!"

Rajan smiles and kisses the holy symbol before laying down his newly-won silvers on the table. "Roll away, little one. Roll away."

Urnid sits out this round, disappointed with his continued bad luck. He draws the last three silver out of his bag, holding the small stack between his thumb and forefinger. As the halfling prepares to roll, he gets distracted by Celesa as he tries to figure out what she's talking to the others about.

Before he knows what he is doing, Urnid covers the bet as well, plunking down his last three silver.

"Whooo hooo Urnid! Letting it ride eh?!?!"

Pequeno’s first roll is a 5 and a 6. Pequeno wins on his first roll!

Urnid looks at disgust with the hand that betrayed him. "Dammit! I knew it! I shouldn't have bet against someone else's roll until I got my luck back. You can't fix your bad luck unless you're doing the rolling!"
Urnid goes on, whining to himself, yet he seems to be searching his money pouch for the last few coppers he has left.

Rajan shrugs and taps his holy symbol, not angry like, just the casual way to acknowledge her fickle hand of luck. He smiles slightly and pats Urnid's arm. "Kishijoten is sometimes a harsh mistress, good sir. But you have to keep trusting in her, and your luck will change sooner or later."
He nods to the halfling and leans back.

Celesa excuses herself from Glorn and Jakob, and heads over to the gambling table. As she draws close she starts sneezing repeatedly. "Urnid, maybe you should...achoo... retire for the night, maybe you'll have better...achoo... luck with a new...achoo... day. Besides if you loose this ...achoo... armor you'll be a lot more likely to find out just ....achoo... your luck can really be when we need...achoo... you in the first...achoo... fight."
Celesa backs away from the table still sneezing and pulls the cloth out of her belt pouch yet again and carefully dabs at her nose, which has now turned the cutest color pink to match her cheeks. "Oh that’s it, I'm going to retire for the night, I will see you all at first light. Hopefully with all of you possessions. Good Night, sleep well."

Urnid gives Celesa a horrified look like she just asked him to drown a puppy. "Stop playing? But I haven't had a chance to win yet!" He looks at his remaining few coins. "Plus, I don't have enough money to get a room. If you have enough room, I can sleep on the floor in your room, though. I can lay on my cloak and I don't snore. What more can you ask for from a roommate. If not, I better keep rolling until I can get myself a bed."
Urnid looks despairingly at Celesa.

"Fine, you can bunk with me, if it means you'll have your gear in the morning."
"But I'm heading up to bed now, so if that’s the case, you would have to stop now."

"Come on Urnid, the games just getting interesting!"

Urnid stands immediately, almost tripping over himself to follow Celesa. He looks back at his companions, grinning.
"You gentlemen lucked out. Next time, you won't be so lucky." He starts walking away before he turns back to them again. "You both seem like good fellows. So, please...please don't kill each other."
He waves over to the non-gambling table. "Have a good night. See you in the morning."

"I wonder what their story is?" Pequeno says as Urnid walks off.
"So? We going again?"

Rajan purses his lips and taps a finger against his chin for a few moments, watching after Celesa and the puppy-dog-love-stricken-fighter. Finally he sighs and spreads his hands wide with a slight smile. "Alas, no. I fear I must to bed with me. The fair lady hast spoken and strongly advised us. I know you need beauty sleep and a great amount of it. I am not much different."
He stands and nods to the halfling and moves to set up a room for the night.

Apok informs Rajan there are no more common rooms left so he’ll have to take a poor room for 5 copper.

Pequeno looks around for anyone else who may be interested.

Glorn rises, "Well my looks are way past any kind of beauty sleep I fear. But I am in need of it. See what's left of you all on the morrow. I might lay a claim on the first outhouse on the left. I fear that dwarven stew has not finished having its way with me yet."
Glorn heads off to negotiate some sort of sleeping quarters for the night.

Apok informs Glorn there are no more common rooms left so he’ll have to take a poor room for 5 copper.

Pequeno, looking a bit dejected, heads back over to the table. Grabs the pitcher of water, sees that it’s empty. Looks to the left, then the right, then grabs a random mug on the table and downs the remaining water in it.
He then turns to find the innkeeper to get himself a room.

Apok informs Pequeno there are no more common rooms left so he’ll have to take a poor room for 5 copper.

*Jakob quietly slips out to gather what he needs. Soon, he is heading towards the where the healers are, hoping to find some gear to use. He also makes a note to make a stop by the market stalls, to find something to cook for the trip ahead.*

Rajan looks disappointed at the innkeeper and pays his 5 copper. When he goes to bunk down though, he is secretly pleased at having to pay so little of his limited remaining funds to sleep for the night.
In the morning he will awaken, eat breakfast and then be pack up (having not cast anything the day before, he doesn't need to rememorize).

Pequeno, a little more than buzzed is just happy to have a place to crash.
He refills his waterskins and beds down for the night....

Glorn shrugs. "Well, sleeping in a fancy bed makes you wake up with head too

big for your hat. I'm happy to be your guest, Apok."

The night passes uneventfully, for most if not all. If it does not pass uneventfully for Celesa and/or Urnid, please PM me.

Date: Tu’mar, Haar’kiev 2, 12082 (Fariadoran Reckoning), morning

Location: Apok’s Hunted Drunken Deer

You all wake a bit hungry. I’m going to assume everyone orders breakfast. Today’s menu at Apok’s is as follows:

Meatballs, Sharp cheese, Curds, Currants, Sea oats 1sp (he only has enough for 5

meals)

Smoked sausage, Curds, Duck eggs, Pear, Corn pone 5 gp

At least one of you will need to spring for the gourmet breakfast.

I almost forgot. By the time Jakob got back from shopping last night, the only available rooms were the top-notch opulent guest suites. They cost 50gp, but you get them for a whole week. Or you can sleep in the barn, in exchange for mucking out the stalls.

Pequeno rises a bit groggily. Quickly realizing he has passed out in one of the poor rooms he grabs his things and quickly takes inventory to make sure none of the dirty tenants has ripped him off.
Satisfied that all of his possessions are still there, he picks up his hat, straightens the feather, neatly folds his cloak and packs it away in his backpack, and makes his way to the common room. Following the smells....
Once there he looks around for any of the group he vaguely remembers from last night. As his eyes scan the room they are instantly diverted by the try of food a serving wench carries past him. His stomach growls loudly as his mouth begins to water....
He quickly moves to the bar. "Say, how much for a whole tray of whatcha got cookin'? My friends will be down soon. I will be treating after my big win last night!" trying out his lie on the innkeeper.

Apok studies the little fellow a moment. “A tray? From what I hears about halflings , not much of the tray’ll make it ta yer friends!” This strikes Apok as hilarious and he begins guffawing. When he catches his breath, he says, a tear still in his eye, “I don’t have enough of this for all of yer friends, ye’ve slept past the morning rush. Ya can have what’s left for 5 silver.”

Celesa awakes to the new day and with nothing but a quick toss of her hair it all lands back in perfect position, as she don's her gear not a single wrinkle can be seen.
"Wake up. It's time we get some breakfast and head on out."
Celesa comes down the stairs with what would seem to be her normal bounce. Seeing Pequeno, she flashes a big smile, "Good Morning, trust you slept well." She walks over to the table and takes a seat, "Oh my that does smell good doesn't it"

Rajan will order the 1sp breakfast (unless Pequeno does indeed order for all). Before eating he lifts the holy symbol up to kiss it and then digs in to his food. Looking at Pequeno, he nods slightly. When Celesa walks in he smiles at her, though the smile falters a bit as he lets out a fart before she gets close enough to hear or smell it. "Uh...good morn to you, fair lady. I trust you slept well?"

"I did indeed, and you as well I would hope."

Celesa, Pequeno, Rajan, Glorn and Urnid, being the first up, get first dibs on the lower priced meal. Jakob, stumbling in with straw sticking out of his clothes at various angles, is ironically stuck with the expensive breakfast. Alas, Urnid finds himself short by 5 copper.

I'll take it!" Pequeno proclaims. Rummaging in his pouch for the silver....
"Take it over there please." He says pointing to an empty table.
He sits waiting for his companions to join him.

As the rest of the group makes it to the common room Pequeno is already seated with far more food than he can eat in front of him.
He motions happily for you to come join him.

Urnid follows closely behind Celesa, wearing his clothes and boots but carrying his armor, tabard, and sword belt. With his tall, gaunt body and ill-fitting, shabby clothing, he looks like a scarecrow, except worse dressed. Urnid's dark hair hangs greasily in his eyes. With a grin to his companions, he dumps his gear by one of the chairs and pulls that chair out. Urnid sits down, stretching his long arms with a yawn.
"Good morning, all." He pulls out his money pouch and dumps the entire contents, all five coppers, onto the table. "Apok, your worst meal, please."

Apok gives Urnid a confused look. “I ain’t got anythin’ worse’n what the halfling just bought, and even that cost more than you’ve got!”

Urnid looks embarrassed by this public display of poverty. He looks pleadingly at the dwarf and opens his mouth to speak. He decides to remain silent, however, looking back at the meager pile of copper before him. With a sigh, he slides the coins off the table into his open hand. He looks to Pequeno meekly, then to Rajan. "Any of you interested in a five copper game of dice?"

"Pequeno, many thanks. Breakfast looks wonderful, nothing like a good breakfast to see us on our way. Next time I've got breakfast though, only fair."
With that Celesa pulls out the very familiar cloth and places it across her lap and begins to eat. Taking time here and there for small talk.

"Whats with your boy Urnid over there..." Pequeno motions to the ragged human. (human correct?)
"Is he too good for a complimentary meal?"
Before she can answer. Pequeno hollers over to Urnid.
"Put your coin away big spender, this one's on me!"
Then he turns his attention back to Celesa. "Shouldn't have turned in so early your highness. I took control of that dice game like you wouldn't believe. Made a handsome profit I did. It was a sight!"

Rajan will raise an eyebrow at the halfing's display of "wealth" and his "version" of the way the night went. Two total rolls didn't really constitute a game, and winning one "hand" didn't constitute taking control of the game and really raking it in. He kept his silence though other than a derisive snort after the halfing's comments.

"Wonderful, I personally do not care for games of chance. I've lost my shirt one too many times, and I don't mean figuratively. I try to stay with things I can control, and everyone knows you can't control luck."
Looks over at Urnid "Come join the rest of us, breakfast is on Pequeno this morning."

You shoulda stayed too Rajan. These 3 local farmers had a little much to drink and pretty much gave me their coin! I was on a roll!!

Urnid slowly realizes that Pequeno's food is for all of them. "Wow. Sorry, I didn't realize you were treating, pal. I've heard some reputations about halfling eating habits so..." Urnid trails off, realizing that this line of conversation might be rude.
"Everyone sleep okay? For me, it was the best night I've had in a while." Oblivious to the potential innuendo, he continues speaking. "Blanket, pillows...I haven't had it this good since the army.. He turns his attention to breakfast. Seemingly unaware of flavor combinations, Urnid mixes the different foods into a near homogenous paste then proceeds to shovel the mix into his mouth like a starved animal.
With a mouth full of food, he turns his attention back to the group. "We 'eaving 'oon?"

Pequeno picks up a nearby apple.
"Hey Urnid, I bet you 3 copper that you cant get this entire apple in your mouth without slicing it!"

Rajan nods and smiles at the halfling with a little hint of something in the smile. "Ah, yes. Thank you for your aid in breakfast, little one." He nods to both Celesa and Urnid. "Yes, I sleep fairly for the few hours required. And I also would like to know when we are leaving. I am anxious to be out and about."

Glorn Hamhide enters from the outside door. "Well good morrow to you all! I believe I have dealt with the last of the dwarven stew. It's been a 'moving' morning if you take my meaning! heh heh."
Glorn sits at the table and scratches the white scar that runs across his face.

"Is that a mark from battle or is it from the stew?" Pequeno asks Glorn

*Jakob looks, bleary-eyed, at the table. Doing some quick math, he realizes he needs to order for himself. He digs out five gold from his pouch and places it on the bar with his order. he then goes to sit with the others, not realizing until too late that he has yet to cover his cursed visage. His nose appears too small, and his lips too fat. it is as though he is incapable of growing eyebrows and his eyes seem as though they catch the light the wrong way, no matter which way he turns them.*
(OOC: Comeliness of 0)

Urnid examines the apple that Pequeno is holding. This guy thinks I'm an idiot. I wouldn't try to...you know, it's not really that big an apple...
Urnid looks at Jakob as his face is revealed and he looks away too quickly, trying to be polite and not stare. His actions only draw attention to his discomfort. He closes his eyes and swallows the food that was in my mouth. Urnid pushes his plate away and leans back "Well, I'm done."

"I knew you couldn't do it." Pequeno quips at Urnid. Egging him on with a smug smile.

Rajan will lean towards the halfling. "Little one. We are going to be, if Kishijoten wills it, traveling together for quite some time. I suggest you learn to control your base instincts in being a foul little miscreant and lean more towards teamwork." As if to punctuate his words, a foul stench wafts over the halfling (and unfortunately Urnid). Rajan seems not to notice.
He pauses and then smiles. "But...perhaps some ale will help us in starting a friendship? I know it's early, but it's never too early to start correctly."
He motions to Apok, "Apok, good sir, might we partake of some of the same ale you brought me last night? It was most excellent!"

Celesa's nose crinkles slightly at the wafting odor.
"Now, Now, lets all try to get along. Will someone help me grab the sadlebags from my room? As soon as I saddle Magus, I will be ready to go. Did anyone else have any further provisions they wished to purchase?"
Celesa finishes the last of her food and brings the plate up to Apok at the bar. "Thank you, we will be out of your hair shortly, then you can go back to running a respectable place, without the likes of us." She chuckles softly and heads back up in the direction of her room.

Apok brings Rajan a pint of ale in exchange for 5 copper. Rajan downs it with surprising speed. Rajan orders a second and downs that with the same speed. This seems to satisfy the half-elf who is now buzzed.

"Get along?" Pequeno looks at Celesa
"Miscreant?" he looks at Rajan.
"Arent we a bit touchy! Lost our senses of humor eh? Our zest for life? You two need to lighten up. We're heading off into certain danger. At least half of us will perish I am sure. No worries, I'll take your shares of the loot!"
Pequeno pats his coin purse.

"So how far away is this place your highness?"
Pequeno asks,...

Urnid seems completely unfazed by Rajan's "contribution" to the conversation. After wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, he stands and starts donning his armor in the middle of the common room.
"We should probably get underway as soon as possible," he says as he finishes tightening his straps. He throws the tabard over his head and pulls it down over his armor. Urnid finishes by strapping his swordbelt around waist, positioning his sheathed sword so he can reach it
For a moment, standing there tall, armed and armored, you catch a glimpse of the warrior that Urnid may be. He banishes this in an instant by snatching up a green apple off the table and attempting to stuff the whole thing into his mouth. Urnid struggles with this foe for a moment before spitting it out on the floor. He quickly picks it up and turns to Pequeno.
"You didn't say how long I had to do this. I'll keep working on it."

Pequeno opens his mouth to speak. Then hangs his head dumbfounded.....
"Well, I guess I didn't did I? Lets just hope were all around when you figure it out. I have a bad feeling about this mission. But I feel that we'll become wildly rich if we dont get killed."

*After Jakob raises the hood to his cloak, a miserable look crosses his face. He soon sets to eating, though the attempt looks forced at times. He finally finishes, and looks at the group sheepishly.*
"I am ready whenever the rest of you are."

Celesa comes back to the table carrying the saddlebags from her room, and slides them to the ground with a thud. "I'd estimate that it will take us two or three days to reach our destination. So we may want to make sure we have everything needed for camps along the way. Part of the trek looks to go into the mountains, so we'll be looking at some slower travel once that happens, but until there it looks like a fairly easy walk."
"I'm going to go get Magus ready and I'll meet you all out front in just a few minutes." Celesa hefts the saddlebags back up on her shoulder and begins to walk toward the door, but stops for a moment and turns around and gives Pequeno a puzzled look. "Pequeno why do you keep calling me highness?"

Pequeno in a smarmy voice. "Why with your regal beauty and your own court jester." he nods towards Urnid grinning, "Surely you come from royalty." he laughs a bit as he finishes.
"Nevertheless!" the halflings declares loudly.
"Pequeno Muerte is at your service. I accept coin from all walks of life. My steel and wits belong to you on this expedition your highness! And when all is done we will see Urnid get that entire apple in his mouth!"

"I must prepare for our journey then. My fellow travellers may the gawds be with us!"
Pequeno declares, straightening the feather in his black wide brimmed hat and placing his hand on the hilt of his exquisite broadsword. He starts for the door of the inn. After a few steps he stops.
He walks over to two elder humans obviously in from a hard morning in the fields.
"Gents, it was a pleasure and an honor to take your money last evening!" Pequeno says to them.
Before they can answer, the halfling slaps them on the backs and resumes his march for the door....

Urnid looks up from his dressing as he hears this. Own court jester? Wow, I didn't know that. Where is he? Should make the trip more entertaining, that's for sure.
Smiling, he swings his arms to test the armor's fit. "I think I'll step outside, as well." He looks to Celesa. "Meet us outside when you're ready to go?"
He turns and follows Pequeno out the door, waving farewell to Apok.

*Jakob finishes his meal, checks his backpack to insure everything is where it belongs, including his new medical gear, dons his helm and stands. Leaving two gold for the tip, he proceeds to the front door.*

Celesa shoulder the saddlebags yet again and follows the others out into the morning sun. She greets the young boy who is holding the reins of a beautiful ebony stallion with a warm smile. "Thank you for taking such wonderful care of Magus young man." Celesa gently places the saddlebags up on another set which are already slung over the saddle, and gives the horse an affectionate rub on his long neck. She pulls a gold from her pouch and hands it to the young boy and smiles again. "This is just for you, and next time I'm here I want only you looking after him, he's very particular about who he likes."

Pequeno is stretching over next to a tree. He looks up at Celsea's horse.
"We're riding eh?" he asks....
"Suppose I'll need a horse..."

I don't think many of the others are going to be able to swing a horse. I probably wouldn't have had Magus here if Daddy hadn't given me him as a going away present. I sure didn't expect it. This is one of Daddy's favorite horses" Celesa strokes Magus's forehead gently. "I was figuring I'd just lead him and he could walk unburdened, other then a few saddle bags of gear and his food. But if everyone wants to ride and we can muster enough horses, it would definitely cut our travel time down."

"I dont mind walking, gives me more time to talk to Rajan." Pequeno smiles. Drawing his sword for some excercises.

Urnid follows Pequeno, his eyes watching the halfing and his blade with an odd intensity. It is in marked contrast with Urnid's dazed expression when dealing with most other things.
"You're good. You know...for your size and all."

"Size means nothing in a fight. My steel will best anyone's size." Pequeno says performing a rather impressive move.

Urnid smiles. "Well...size isn't nothing. I mean, if you don't count reach, leverage, and damage potential, I agree it's not that important. But your sword skill is pretty impressive, no doubt. I'm sure you'll be fine against most things we come across"
Urnid taps the flat of his drawn longsword on his shoulder, then sticks it into the ground. He unslings his shield from his back and straps it to his left forearm. Pulling his blade back out of the ground, Urnid replaces the blade comfortably over his shoulder again.

Seeing Urnid stick the weapon in the dirt Pequeno stops. Looks at Urnid. Shakes his head for a second and goes back to practice.
You do notice the halfing’s weapon is in immaculate condition.

OOC: I'm good to go.
Rajan will raise an eyebrow at the halfling when he remarks that they should talk more. He couldn't honestly say the same but he shrugged and kept walking.

"Highness." Pequeno addresses his employer.
"Does my share of the loot include provisions for the trip?"

OOC: Ready when you are.
Urnid waits for everyone to get ready to venture, forth. His expression suddenly

changes, his eyes narrowing on Pequeno with a flash of anger.
"Wait a second! I'm the court jester? Now that's just not friendly!"

"You get the same share as everyone else; if you need provisions I'd go get them now. I highly doubt we'll be coming across any wandering salesmen out on the road."
"And please stop calling me highness, I'm not royalty and to make people think that draws unneeded attention to our little group here."

"I wouldnt sweat it my good man." Pequeno smiles at Urnid.
"She sees something in you. And isn't that whats really important?"
He turns his attention to Celsea.
"I was refering to edible provisions, milady."

Rajan sighes and shakes his head. "No, little one. That is what she is saying. If you don't have food, go get some now before we leave. SHARES are shares of treasure, not that we split food with each other necessarily. Although my limited experience has shown most adventurers are willing to share food during hard times, but don't want to have to "carry" someone who just doesn't bother to buy provisions."

"Thank you, Rajan. I believe you stated it better then I. Magus does have some space in his bags if anyone is unable to carry their provisions. While I have some provisions, I only just have enough for a few days there, so hopefully this expedition will be fruitful from the start."

"No, I understand perfectly. My sword is for hire, yet I wont even be fed..... The loot better be worth it your high.... I mean milady."
With that Pequeno heads back into the inn to see if they have any travelling rations.

"Your daft little one, this isn't me hiring you. I have a map to a place of legendary riches. If you want to join us for your share of those riches, you are more then welcome to join of your own accord. I'm not hiring, I'm offering, a once in a lifetime chance to delve into the home of two near gawds amongst men, and claim what was once theirs before they meet their end. To forge a name for ourselves that might one day pass theirs. I'm not hiring you, but you are welcome to join us."
With a sly smile "If I hire you it will be for something much different, but your a little small for my taste."

Urnid recounts his last five copper again. He looks up sheepishly at the rest of the group. "Could someone spot me a few silver? I figure we'll be getting some treasure pretty soon but I'm currently short on money."

"So he's getting paid too eh?" Pequeno mumbles just loud enough to hear as he heads into the inn.

Pequeno finds out they have 5 week’s of dry rations available. Each week’s worth weighs 65 pounds and costs 10 gold pieces. How many do you want?

Just as the party is preparing to head out, a horseman in armor rides toward you at a quick pace. When the rider arrives, you can see she has long black hair and a captain’s badge on her shoulder.

“I heard a new party of adventurers had formed in Farzey. My name is Captain Shandra Torvil, from the town of Laert, not far from here. Strange plants and animals have been terrorizing the area around our town. I have ridden out seeking assistance in this matter. Are you available?”

Pequeno walks back out to ask Celesa how long the journey is supposed to be.
Seeing the rider approach he holds his tongue for now.

(OOC: Ready to roll)
*Jakob looks to Celesa, to see which way she chooses to handle the situation.*

"Well, I guess, where we are going will be there. It's been there this long. Besides it might be good to test our metal in a smaller setting closer to aid, before we go off exploring the unknown."
Celesa looks at the group around her and up at the Captain "How far is your town from here?"

The Captain looks confused for a moment. “Unknown? Yes, well, it’s just a day from here.”

Rajan smiles as the stranger comes up in a disarming way. Then he turns serious as the stranger speaks and he nods. "I would be honored to help you out, good sir." He is glad Celesa is willing to delay their trip for the greater good and he smiles at her.

The captain smiles at Rajan, which takes the edge off her face somewhat. She taps her armor, “There’s girl parts in here, pretty one. But there’ll be time enough for you to discover that, later.” Her face turns grim again. You get the impression of a friendly not-unattractive girl who is showing signs of stress.

Rajan will bow low to the ground. "Ah, then I mis-spoke. My humblest apologies then, for accidentally calling into question the gender of a most beautiful and well-armored knight, milady. I will be happy to spend more time apologizing and getting to know the girlparts after we've accomplished this task for you."
And he gives her another brilliant smile.

Pequeno busts out laughing at Rajan.

Urnid watches this all unfold, slightly relieved that someone else is the butt of Pequeno's jokes. I thought it was a man , too. Glad I didn't say anything. She seems like she likes Rajan. It's too bad he farts all the time. Oh well.
Urnid steps forward, offering his hand to shake with the horsewoman. Forgetting he's carrying his sword, it looks a bit threatening. Urnid looks a bit flustered, but eventually gets his sword sheathed. "Umm...hi, I'm Urnid. What's yours? And what's this town called? And what type of animals? No spiders, right?"

The captain takes her hand off her weapon when she realizes Urnid is not threatening her. Of course, this takes a few seconds. “I am Captain Torvil. The town is Laert. And no, we haven’t seen any spiders….yet. Horrific mutations have been attacking us, though. Animals once docile and plants once just...plants. My small guard and I have been protecting the town for over a week now. The incidents have been increasing steadily, and I fear what will happen when we fail. That is why I wish to hire you – to locate the source of the strange mutations and destroy it. We can pay you 200 gold pieces after the job is done. And I can give you two magical daggers up front. I figure you can use them.

Pequeno eyes her suspiciously. Saying nothing.

*Jakob listens stoically to the conversation. Knowing himself to have misspoken more than a man's share in his life, he rests his weight upon his spear and awaits the order to move out.*

After Jakob and Rajan are each given a dagger, the party heads out, led by the Captain. Glorn Hamhide seems to not have joined your group, and you reckon he must have been called in a different direction by his faith. The morning sun shines brightly down on the green, rolling farmlands by which you pass. During the trip the captain relates tales of battles with strange plants and animals, but all you see are farms and herd animals. This looks like it might be the easiest money your group will ever earn. After a day’s travel south, without incident or oddity, you arrive at Laert. Riding into town, you see signs of fatigue on the townsfolk’s faces, and everyone is armed and nervous. As you cross the central square, off to the side you see several farmers fighting with axes against what looks like an aggressive apple tree. After a few moments, they hack it down, but not before the tree lashes out and cuts one of the men badly. Shandra sighs and says, “This can’t keep going on. You must find and stop this curse. Our town won’t last much longer.”

Shandra invites you to rest, water your horses, eat, etc. at the local tavern called the Farmer’s Rest. She tells you she has business to which she must attend, but will be back shortly.

"When life deals you apples, you make applesauce!" Pequeno jokes as he watches the farmers finish off the tree.

Urnid's eyes light up as Pequeno speaks.
"Apple sauce! You're a genius"
After a quick scan of the ground, he grabs a flat, hand-sized rock. Kneeling down a little of the path, he starts smashing his apple with his new rock, continuing until the apple is a dusty, dirty pile of pulp. Smiling, he starts shoveling the smashed apple into his mouth. Not satisfied until every last bit has been stored in his mouth, he turns to Pequeno.
"Wum hoe appuh em my mouf. Nah wum swice"

Pequeno looks at Urnid. Dumbfounded. He watches as the odd man shoves the dirty pile of apple squish into his mouth. He notices him smiling just a little as he gets the last of it in there.
"Well well well, thats not exactly what I had in mind, but I'll give ya this, You are creative!" Pequeno says. A tone of disappointment in his voice.
"What was the bet?" He asks. reaching into his coin purse...

Urnid smiles, a bit of dirty apple juice oozing out of the corners of his mouth.
"Five coppers!"

Thats what I thought." Pequeno smiles, shaking his head.
"Ah, it was worth it." he says handing Urnid the coins.

Urnid wipes his mouth with his sleeve and looks to Celesa.
"You see? I won the bet. Anyway, you know anything about curses? This is a little odd for my experience."

"Who me?" Pequeno answers questioningly.
"Not a thing. Something tells me we may need more than steel to dispatch the evil at work here."

Celesa sits laughing on Magus watching the applesauce scene, and finally composes herself enough to speak, her cheeks flushed red from laughing. "That was genius, frighteningly genius. I'm afraid I know nothing of magiks or curses. Rajan this looks to be more your area of expertise then mine. Any idea what could cause this?"
Celesa dismounts and looks at the others. "Maybe we should talk to some of the villagers, maybe they can give us some clues. After all they were here when this all started. Lets go to the tavern and wait for Shandra there, plus there are always villagers in the tavern."

"The tavern! A righteous idea milady. The first round is on me!"

Date: Tu’mar, Haar’kiev 2, 12082 (F. R.), early afternoon

Location: The Farmer’s Rest in Laert

Urnid nods and smiles.
"A drink sounds pretty good to me. Get to know the people, find out some info. I find some friendly rolling of the bones seems to put people at ease."
Urnid removes his shield from his left arm and slings it back over his shoulder. Kicking his the mud off his boots at the door of the tavern, he enters.

Celesa brings Magus around to the stable and then enters the bar herself. She slowly makes her way to the table where the others have begun seating themselves.

Rajan taps his chin thoughtfully for a moment. "well, now. There are, of course, spells that can animate objects and have them move to your bidding. But this seems...different than that. It may indeed be a curse of some sort. We shall have to see. I will go ask around..."
He pauses and then smiles somewhat. "Then I will, of course, meet you in the tavern for a drink. I'm getting mighty thirsty."

The only obvious place for people to congregate in this small town is, in fact, The Farmer’s Rest Tavern. The only other individuals visible seem to be fending off the odd attack, nervously and rapidly tending to their work, or caring for wounded individuals. Given that there are people in here with whom to speak, Rajan finds the opportunity irresistible.

Pequeno rushes in to the tavern. Orders himself an ale. And sits.

*With the talk of curses, Jakob seems very uneasy. His hands keep moving to his face, only to stop shy of his unquieting visage. He sits beside Pequeno and orders some grog.*

Celesa orders some wine and begins listening to nearby conversations, trying to get an idea of the situation.

The bartender brings a pint of ale each to Pequeno, Rajan and Urnid for 5 coppers each. Celesa is brought a pint of good wine for 10 silver pieces. Jakob is told, amidst some shuddering and averting of eyes, that the grog has run out.

Rajan downs his ale in a gulp, but refrains from ordering another.

Pequeno sips his ale slowly at first. But after about a minute its gone.

One of the locals stares at the party for a moment before leaning forward and asking in a grim voice “You here ta help with the strange doins?”

Celesa leans close to the man and quietly in a slightly seductive voice says "Well, that would be the idea. Do you know anything at all that might help us to end all this trouble? Anything at all that may help us?"

"BARKEEP! ANOTHER ALE FOR ME AND MY FRIEND!" Pequeno slaps Rajan on the back.
"First ale, then we'll deal with the evil that is afoot in you humble hamlet!" Pequeno states triumphantly.

When a server appears Pequeno hurls his empty waterskins on the table. "And fill these too please." he asks. "With water!" he corrects himself.

Urnid seems to be nursing his ale, wondering if there may be trouble on this very day and wanting to be ready for it. He is acting jovially, speaking to whatever towns-person will listen. Despite his social behavior, he seems to be staying close to Celesa and frowns disapprovingly when she starts speaking in her persuasive manner.

Rajan gave Pequeno a withering look (but I thought he said he was out of grog?) at the order put in for him. "Little one, you really should learn not to throw money around like that. It's liable to get you in trouble. Soon." He smiles sweetly at the halfling as he speaks, though.

"Then, I'll take ale, please."
*As the server turns away, a downcast look crosses Jakob's face. Awareness of the reaction's cause seems to force the young man to draw further into himself.*

The server returns with an ale for Pequeno and Jakob, apparently having picked up from Rajan that he did not really want another.

The older gentleman speaking with Celesa says “About nine months ago a magic-user came to town. Kept to himself. Nice enough feller. Well-liked if a bit odd. About 3 months ago the magic-user’s servant came to town, had a little too much ale and started talking about all the wonders he had seen workin’ fer the magic-user. Claimed his master had a diamond the size of a man’s hea