[Game Thread] Welcome to Thornwall

[Angel]

Warlord "Him?" Mithy asked and leaned a bit to look at Muinor quizzically, over Akrus' shoulder. It was then that the That's Ottobearded man with the strange accent clarified the bit about how offering drinks was actually often regarded as a friendly gesture, in her stead. She elected to drop the topic, as her thoughts were completely sweapt away from it, by the time Akrus had finished his introduction. "REALLY! You're a chief?" she then realised that she had not only gotten up in her eagerness, but her face may have at that point been a bit too close to the halfork for his comfort, so she once again took her seat "Well, I can't boast knowledge of what would be worthy of a chief, she said thoughtfully but as for the board goes, I'd gladly tell you what's posted there." ...and so she hastily chirped out all the available tasks on the board entirely from memory. She was however almost as fast to return to the topic that presently held her burning interest "An orc chief, that's almost like royalty. What would someone so important be doing in a place like this? Even more so, paying interest to human troubles?"

[Zazaq]

The orc couldn't help a small grin at the girl. It was far from the usual reaction he got, worlds away from how Cathra had responded to that little intro. It was nice to be given the respect he was due. He even chuckled at the last comment, like royalty, "Oh, my little brother was going to steal my birthright, and my father the previous chief was going to let him," he explained without dropping his good cheer, without a hint of bitterness or anger at the acts. Rather he continued smiling as one massive hand came up to grip the oak pole of his mastercrafted ax firmly. "So I took it, and I fled. Knew all the other chiefs were terrified of the Blood Skulls, they'd turn me right back over to them, so I snuck and ran and fought my way all the way through the land of eternal night. I was ten at the time," he boasted, recounting the mostly true tale. There had been a lot more hiding and running then fighting in that little adventure, but it was still quite a feet. "Washed up in some valley on the boarder of the cursed land, some freeholders paid me well to kill anything coming out of those woods that might threaten them or their livestock." Two freeholders to be precise, the woman and her kid that he lived with. "That served well enough for me while I finished growing and training. But once I was done, I set out as a merc, need money. More precisely I need 500 sets of platemail armor, 500 castle forged weapons, and enough sla-servants to carry them back to my tribe. Figure by the time I accumulate all that I'll be ready enough to kill my father, maybe my brother too if I gotta," he rattled on cheerfully. It was a tale he didn't get to tell often, one he wouldn't tell often, but this girl made a good impression.

None of the missions were too interesting to him. Only two were local and only one of those had a price listed, 1200 gold was a lot, and surely he could pick flowers how hard could that be. Again though, not something he'd get famous for. Still that was three or four masterwork weapons right there, and it wouldn't take more the a day or two. On the other hand the farmer's quest promised bloodshed, maybe even monsters, farmer's didn't usually have a lot of money though... He could always do both, one for fame one for wealth. The flowers had urgency, the farmer didn't, he'd do the flowers first.

[Torack]

Muinor He gave the young half-orc a Sense motive check=17look trying to understand why he was so confrontational. It could have been because of his youth, and how many young men overcompensated their weakness with aggression? Or it could have been something else, perhaps. Whatever it was did not excuse the blatant insult that he made and had Muinor not held himself to a higher standard, he would have taken the confrontation further. It wasn’t worth it, not with a boy. He reached forward and grabbed the glass he’d offered and immediately started hearing singing from the stage. Muinor turned to see a Mithyyoung woman standing there, singing some shanty he’d never heard before. He listened for a bit, enjoying the upbeat tone, before turning his attention towards a Ottarhuman that had asked for the drink. “Have at it, friend,” Muinor said, “by all means enjoy yourself.” He then once more turned his attention to the board and started going through the listings. A few seemed interesting, most of them were people that were wanted, but hunting was his forte, so that made things considerably easier. The first couple options seemed the most interesting to him, but he’d have to avoid the first for fear of having to go back to Silverymoon. Not until he could disguise himself better, at least. Something he was never too good at to begin with, and with too many of his kin probably there, he couldn’t risk showing his face. The second seemed more appealing, and from the way large number of armed and armoured people coming into the tavern, he supposed he could convince some of them to follow him. Or perhaps even follow them for whatever they wanted to do. Muinor looked back at the Ottarhuman. “Would it be wrong of me to assume you;re looking for a job, friend?” He asked, clearly referring to the notice board.

[danab]

Pack had been a bust. This whole trip had been a bust. His life... so far it was following in the same vein.

Corbin... Corbin would be calling him a sullen bastard at this point. Telling him to grab a drink and maybe act like the world wasn't crumbling around him. But this place? there was almost too much going on here. He felt packed in.

Wandering over to the job board hadn't been much better. A throng of toughs leapt at it like the hungry wolves they all were. He kept to himself, but he did glance at the board too. Working for Pack probably wouldn't leave time for any of this, but reading and memorizing them was something to do instead of getting drunk off his ass.

Originally Posted by Sirviantis

"Given the choice between any of these jobs, which would you say has the biggest impact on the lives of these people?"

The devil next to him asked another. He was a sight, but, honestly, Khagra had seen stranger in the Downshadow. There was an earnestness radiating off of him too. That was rare. No his appearance didn't shock him, it was his own response that did.

"The flowers," he said, "If you want fame, go kill a bandit. If you want to do some good, save a life. It's what I'd do..."

He was about to say more when-

Originally Posted by Zazaq

Anything worthy of AKRUS THRUNJA, CHIEF OF CLAN BLOOD SKULL, SON OF MALCROM THRUNJA, BUTCHER OF GOBLINS AND GUARDIAN OF GOATS?"

-that spoiled the air. The owner of those words, even with the unfamiliarity, reminded him of Sarvik. A growl boiled up from Khagra's guts as he stared holes into the younger half-orc. Too much like Sarvik by half.

[Mrjoegangles]

Balefinn was finally enjoying his well deserved beverage when he

Originally Posted by Balefinn

Perception (Overhear)

Dice * Roll:

overheard talk of bandits. ”Bandits! Does such lawlessness truely exist near this fair town? Perhaps this is the mission I was sent here for.” Balefinn picks up his Grimoire and slams the heavy book on the bar, creating a thunderous noise. My dear lawful citizens I have just heard of the Lawlessness that has besieged you in your homes. Worry not for such wicked men shall not stand as long as a Justicar draws breath.” Raising the tome above his head he shouts. “Who shall help me right these wrongs in Savras name?”

[Lord Loco]

Ottar the wizard Ottar refrained from pointing out to the young man that worth was no more real than honour. There was no sense in antagonizing such a big man, especially not one in such an excited state. The wizard briefly considered what he might do if fighting broke out. He had a number of options, but not many of them were good. It might be better to just stay clear in such an event. "Don't mind if I do," he told the elf, and took the glass. As if he suddenly remembered his manners, he removed the pointed hat from his head and sat it down on the bar. Without it, it became easier to see that he was not as old as he sounded. His hair and beard were untouched by grey, and his skin was unlined. He was taking in the colour of the room when the elf addressed him again. "Me? Well, I'm not exactly looking, but nor am I avershive. It would depend on the job, I shupposhe." The notice board was given a cursory examination. "What did you have in mind?"

OOC Knowledge nature about Bloodflowers: 29.

[Angel]

Warlord "Well I don't know about the killing part..." Mithy started in a matter-of-factly, but earnest tone after Akrus finished his story "...but I can definitely get behind your willingness to go through all the effort." she remarked, tipping her help up cup and buttoning it with a smile. "I have after all aspirations of my own. I yearn for a grand adventure, one to outshine the legends of old." she stated, with all the pride in the world. "A toast to success!" she raised her cup. ... The heavy book that thudded on the counter drew the warlord's attention. 'Bandits, now that's where heroes are made' she thought to herself, got up and raised her voice "If it is an able sword you seek, I my services are on the table, misterrr...? her words trailed off in anticipation of the blindfolded man's name.

[Torack]

Muinor As he was asked the question, Muinor took another moment to look at the listings. The first one was out of the question for obvious reasons. The second one looked interesting however, if only for the fact that the quarry was in Calimport. He didn’t know much about geography but considering all of his siblings along with their father were merchants, he knew it was a long distance away, and having to travel that long just for a quarry seemed rather excessive. The pay seemed somewhat adequate however. His last consideration was a simple escorting of a noble to Baldur’s Gate. It seemed easy enough, and ten gold per day was good pay. He knew from service that most operations had very little action, if any at all, and this one seemed to have reasonable pay as well as a good trek through the countryside. He weighing the options: between hunting this Jared, or escorting a noble. The easier of the two was escorting a noble or at least it seemed that way on paper. The distance was shorter, didn’t need that much preparation, at least not as much as hunting Jared would. But, then again, he was trained in part to hunt and track others down, which would make tracking their quarry that much easier. The only thing holding him back was the distance. “I’m thinking between hunting Jared and going for the escort mission,” he said turning back to the human, “can’t decide which one I want to take. Perhaps… I’m thinking of even taking both if there’s the time for it. Escort this noble to Baldur’s Gate then head down south to Calimport? What say you, friend?” He was going to say more when a sudden thud drew his attention and Balefinna man started going off about bandits. There was a touchy subject. Bloody bandits was what led him to this place, ultimately. A chance to have at them was always a viable option, but of course, the pay mattered as well. Honour was all good and dandy, and his actions would see that he regained that honour back, but he couldn’t deny that he needed coin as well. ”How much to hunt the bandits?” he asked. Then, turning to the wizard he said in a quieter tone, ”might be worth our time if the pay is good?”

[Zazaq]

"To success," the orc said, raising his mug. He thought of her goal and the bemused smile remained on his face. What kind of goal was 'find an adventure'? Didn't she have real goals? Didn't she want wealth or power, or revenge or a good afterlife or something tangible? Well maybe she did and the goals were private, that would make sense, in any case it wasn't his concern. He remained seated but followed her with his eyes at the mention of bandits. The town seemed pretty wealthy, they could probably pay him well to carve up some petty thugs, hell if nothing he could always pocket whatever coin they'd stolen. Words were half way out of his mouth when something more important caught his eye.

"Well I'll be damned, haven't seen another orc in years!" he bellows out over the sounds of merriment, eyeing Khagra with a grin. "Have a seat brother!" he calls, slapping the stool beside him before craning his neck about, looking for the barmaid. Even he knew the chances were slim this man was really an orc like him, if he lived in the human lands he was probably one of those poor sods born 6 months after an orc raid. Still the young chieftain would definitely choose his company over anyone else here, well maybe not the girl. He'd render judgement on that after he got a few words out of the man.

[Mrjoegangles]

Balefinn’s stomachs dropped when his rousing speech did not raise the entire bar to action. “Savras take every inn to damnation.” But hearing a few voices show even a minimal amount of interest raised is spirits enough to address them. “Truely citizens, I am newly arrived, and have no knowledge of the norms of such work. In the past I was always recruited directly by the Abbot. I heard mention of a board, if someone could tell me what it says I would gladly take all who have a heart for Justice and Law.”. “Two voices: one higher tone; male and female. Separate questions, unrelated; not currently adventuring together. Bar too loud details impossible to pick out. Maintain and exhibit confidence, best route to gaining allies in Quest.”
“I have long served the Holy Church of Savras, the All Knowing. While my colleges memorized knowledge of magic and myths I immersed myself in Law and those that prey upon the weak. As a Justicar I carry the weight of my church which allows certain protections in our travels, and perhaps a greater reward if that is truely all you seek.” Mercenaries are not what Balefinn needs, but Savras rarely provides an easy path to knowledge. “I can promise to take a reduced share to be split among those that join me, I require only living expenses and my church’s tithe.”

[Rylus]

Baron finished his meal and tea as the Mithyyoung girl began her song, he sat and listened for a bit before standing and making his way towards the Balefinnman with the large book who has proclaimed to bring justice. The tall, almost human height, dwarf looks as if he had just rolled out of a grave. His eyes are slightly sunken in and he is very very thin and even has the smell of dirt pervading from him. "Hello, mr. Justicar. It seems to me that a lot of folk from out of town have just come in such as yerself." At this time the small floating bone encrusted gem creature moves down from above and takes a place just above Barons left shoulder. Baron looks at the many new faces "Lawlessness and corruption are in all places and things, look to hard and you will find what your looking for, at least that's what the spirits tell me." he chuckles, a cold ominous sound "If any of you are looking to help and know where to find the bloodflowers count me in, i know the family." its then that Baron realizes he hasn't introduced himself and he bows low before them all using his spear to stabilize himself "I am Baron Semdi, keeper of the dead here in Thornwall." Standing once more he smiles and oddly looks even creepier "I offer anyone who wants to help this town a place to rest for the night." he looks at Balefinn with a knowing grin "A quiet place near the edge of town. All are welcome though i only have a few beds it is a much better place to talk about plans and the future."

Occ This is addressed to any of the players, i assume they are all at the bar or near by.

[Angel]

Warlord As she listened to the Justicar's hasty verbal retreat, with her hands rested on her belt, and face a mix between a frowned forehead and a raised eyebrow, Mithy quickly got the gist of what had happened. "Ok, mr. Justicar." she started in a clear voice, as well as a bit of a remark on how the blind man had yet to reveal his name. "If you aren't the one who is offering a Bandit hunting listing, then I must regrettably disappoint you, that the board behind the bar your sizeable tome now rests on, has no postings of that nature." Mithy approched Balefinn, so she could impart her next words without raising her voice to account for the tavern's lively atmosphere "As for your query, there are several wanted posters: A Woosh Fingerfree, halfling thief; A Jared Far of Nesme, human, deserter and vagabond; and an Elbryan, Assimar, mass murderer and arsonist. she conculded, and then started anew "And then there's a job picking flowers that pays surprisingly wel;, an escort for a noble to Baldur's Gate; and a farmer who is having trouble with the local wildlife. "If you ask me, the Elbryan guy sounds the most intriguing of the lot. she excitedly blurted out her opinion "But there isn't even a mention of a known location on the wanted poster. I'd need someone with tracking experience to aid me in taking him down. she subsequently lamented, but als just as quickly perked up and resumed her high tension demeanour, upon her next mention "The farmer's plight also appears interesting, there is a mention of a way to permanently solve the man's problem. I wonder what that is, so I might just go check that out."

[Mrjoegangles]

“You shall find no disappointment from me, a lack of banditry is something a Justicar strives for, I would truely be blessed by Savras to if he had no use for me other than my pursuit of knowledge.” Gesturing to those around him at the bar Balefinn continues to address the higher pitched of the voices talking to him. “Indeed it was those around me who made mention of bandits, I myself only declared my intent to route out lawlessness, and as you yourself have testified before me, much plagues these lands. My intention is to bring Law and Justice to these fair folk, there seems to be a reward posted for many such works, all the more reason for those able to join me in my most holy quest.”
A deeper voice speaks out and makes the young Inquisitor pause. He makes an interesting offer of a place to bed down and formulate a strategy. “Deep voice: male, and quiet yet carries, very self-assured, Dwarven dialect perhaps? But tall, nearly human sized, floorboards didn’t shift upon approach; lightweight. Skittering noise: on person, sense movement, pet? Possibly familiar; Caster?”
”I thank you for you hospitality kind sir.” Turning slightly to include all around him, Jonathan continues his introduction. “And my deepest apologies for my lack of introduction, I fear I’ve always been hasty when talk of Lawbreakers is present. I am Jonathan Balefinn, of wise Savras’ holy order of Justicars. I am at your service.” Bowing slightly to hide the flash of color in his cheeks Balefinn silently admonishes himself for embarrassing his order with poor manner.

[Zazaq]

Akrus Well what do you know, no bandits after all, he should have guessed with how prosperous the town was. How most of the townsfolk seemed to saunter along without a care in the world. Despite getting most of the info he needed by listening he decided to speak up. "A tracker isn't going to help you find a man less he's hiding in the wilderness Angelgirl. Even then not unless you know a spot he was recently," the orc interjects, he was no longer smiling but still amused. How foolish of the self proclaimed sell sword to think a tracker would be any good in civilization. Assuming he caught her eyes he continues, continuing to flick his gaze to the general section of this crowded barroom where his orc kin was standing amidst the crowd. "And I'm taking care of that farmers problem, was thinkin I'd do the flowers first though. If whoever it is needing'em dies that jobs vanishes. Farmers just gonna grow more desperate the longer nobody answers, more desperation means more coin," he says, rubbing two fingers together with a grin. "Reminds me, did you forget to tell me how much reward he's offering or did the farmer 'forget' to post it? If the latter pays probably crap, or he'll try to pay in cabbages or cows or some ****," he laments. He'd still check it out, who knew maybe whatever was causing trouble had a valuable pelt or something. It wouldn't matter really, he was taking the job, he needed proper combat. Last thing he had actually killed was almost a year ago, a damn coyote. No he needed real challenge, wolves, a bear, anything that would actually bite back. The coin was just a bonus.

[Mrjoegangles]

”City trackers exist citizen.” “Slurred speech: too much intoxicant, irritated, recently picked a fight, boastful, slightly combative; Conclusion: overly proud, a fighter, caution or an incident may occur”. ”While in the wilderness a tracker goes by broken branch, footprint, or scent; in the city we track by rumor, intuition, and interrogation. I am not as skilled as my mentor, but I have witnessed him track many a criminal and brought them to Justice. With help, I can endeavor to do the same.” Lifting up his Grimoire and chaining it back to his hip, the young Inquisitor nods to the inebriated voice and gathers his things to leave. “I don’t know why anyone in this inn is here, in this town, but my purpose calls to me. I will not sit by and ponder what job pays what amount, or how much honor I will receive. I have come to do battle with Lawlessness and Injustice, all who wish to join me in a true test of mettle I call friend.”
Turning to the tall, thin dwarf Balefinn extends a hand. “Greetings Sir, I am Jonathan and I shall gladly take you up on your offer of sanctuary and a place to plan. I hope I am not alone.”