D&D Act One Scene III - Red Moon over Thurmunton

OldGoat

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Wisdom check to gauge the men. Given your age as an elf, you've experience, so -2.

"Oh ere" says one of the men "look at this lad, he's prettier than me bloody wife. You ere to gawk at us short lived mortals m'lord elf, bloody arrogant of ya you stuck up.." he receives another wallop

"Garp you idiot, dats a bloody high elf, he's got magic and all, could turn ye into a worm or shrink yer manhood
Beggin yer pardon Sir!"

OOC: Rolz 16 Vs my wisdom of 9

With a small smile I acknowledge the cleric. "Sometimes even the cobbler needs coin for his last. Are you thinking of entering the tourney by any chance?"

I say to Garp in a friendly, joking manner, after making a worm impression with my little finger, "Yep, a tiny little worm with a tiny little wormy cock". "I have two copper pieces that say the outcome of the next dice roll will be a success. Any takers?"

I take out a wineskin and pass it around in an attempt to put the dice players at ease and get them in a talkative mood.

"Tell me this lads, how did last years Tourney turn out? Who were the winners, did anyone die, what are the daily challenges like and most importantly, where are the bookies to be found?"

Dropping to a conspiratorial whisper I add
"I've heard tell of a fighter known as the Devil Rider after his prowess in strength and his glories in battle. I want to place a wager on him before word gets out about how good he is."

Lord TSC

Fourier wrote: »

Alexander remembers old tomes mentioning that having the skin retain the magical properties of a living drake requires a Theurgist or greater, this man is not just a tanner.

OOC: Theurgist is a Level 4 Magic User

Alexander hesitates for a moment, and then pulls his spell book close to his chest. A memory of an old book, studied meticulously as a young teenager, comes flooding back.

Alexander: Hang on. You say the drake skin bound book will offer me protections of sorts. If that is true, it means you have a far greater ability than you would have me believe. You said you did this in addition to your "usual craft"? Who are you really?

Banjo

"Enter the contest? Ha! My faith can move mountains, sure, but I have the good sense not to stand directly under those mountains when they're moving. Besides, I've met this Devil Rider on the road yesterday. They don't call him that because fire shoots out of his mickey. Well, maybe it does, but finding out was impractical, we just talked. Anyway, he literally climbed on a Devil's back. For fun. Any man gets into fisticuffs with a nutter like that.... well, that's why I'm here. I have an interest in injury and some small skill in healing arts. And your town will need all the healing arts it can get!"

"I'm a scholar, not a fighter. While I'm waiting for some heads to get busted clean open so I can see what's inside, I'd love to know more about this Saint Thurmon. What were his great works! What did he stand for! Who did he stand against! Why do people come from far and wide to beat eachother to a pulp in his honour? But... " she stands, "These are not questions for men enjoying their leisure! Tell me, Garp - where can a gal go to learn more about your wonderful town?"

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Thankee, High Cleric, blessing of Thurmun to ya too. Now, I don't want to trouble you too much, I'll let you get back to your quiet reflection. Me own will follow later, once I've partaken in yer blessing ceremony this afternoon. Can ye describe what gifts great Thurmun bestows on fellows such as mesel'?'

"On a mountain dwarf I do not know, it is so long since one has visited. If you earn his respect I suspect it will be great indeed."

Necrominus wrote: »

One last question and I'll let ye get back to yer worshippin'. Not tryin' ter intrude, hope ye understand. When I travel to the canyon, I'd wish to be as near to Thurmun's tomb as possible for me own worshippin', if ya catch me drift. Whereabouts in the ground should I pray would ye suggest that would have me close as possible to bask in Thurmun's presence....?'

"Near the old plaza his ancient followers built. More than this I cannot say."

Necro

Fourier wrote:

"On a mountain dwarf I do not know, it is so long since one has visited. If you earn his respect I suspect it will be great indeed."

"Near the old plaza his ancient followers built. More than this I cannot say."

Bandylegs nods again and thanks the cleric.

'Again I thank you, now as I said I'll leave ye to yer worship. Blessings of Thurmun be with ye.'

Bandylegs leaves the temple and considers his next move.

'Need ter know where the blasted entrance is. Maybe charming Big Betty will help.'

Bandylegs heads towards the store the flower girl advised him to visit earlier.

He steps inside and walks up to the counter.

'Hail and well met. I heard tell from one of yer girls that this was the finest store in Thurmonton, with prices to match! I'm lookin for a sword, had me eye on a bastard one in the last place I stopped but the price be too steep.'

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"Blessings of Thurmon to be upon you... My name is Ekbard, the Devil Rider, I hail from far far away, and am pleased to make the aquaintance of pretty much anybody. I'm sorry that I almost damaged you with this boulder, but I am not sure what to do with myself, maybe you know what is going on here?"

"It's simple lad. The more boulders you lift after the bell is sounded the higher your score. Every day there'll be a different event and the highest score overall at the end of the five days gets the coveted 'Cloak of Thurmun', worn by Thurmun 'imself over 500 years ago. It's gone to Big Betty for the last four years runnin'

Oi, that accent o' yours is foreign, where are you from warrior?"

Fourier

Lord TSC wrote: »

Alexander: Hang on. You say the drake skin bound book will offer me protections of sorts. If that is true, it means you have a far greater ability than you would have me believe. You said you did this in addition to your "usual craft"? Who are you really?

The man swallows hard and lifts his hand, uttering a few words quietly and tracing arcane symbols in the air with his left hand. The complexity of the spell is too much for Alexander to follow it entirely but it certainly is related to sound.

"There, we may talk freely. No, I am not a tanner. My father was, so I know enough the copy that peasant art. Indeed I am a user of magic like yourself." He glances at Alexander's spell book "I've been to Carrador's shop as well even."

"No, in truth I came to this town posing as a tanner as a ruse. This Thurmun owned a castle near here. His tomb I cannot enter for some reason, but I think his castle should be simple enough. If the old scrolls are right, it contains a lot of treasure and items of great interest, including a mighty artifact known as the 'Portus Kallicorum'.

The only problem is I cannot find a way in. What do you say we work together on this point? I need another to help move the rocks and I could provide the spell required. A rare one, from beyond Zassan. I had to strangle a Golem to get it and I offer you it for free."

Fourier

OldGoat wrote: »

"Tell me this lads, how did last years Tourney turn out? Who were the winners, did anyone die, what are the daily challenges like and most importantly, where are the bookies to be found?"

Dropping to a conspiratorial whisper I add
"I've heard tell of a fighter known as the Devil Rider after his prowess in strength and his glories in battle. I want to place a wager on him before word gets out about how good he is."

Garp sniggers, "Big Betty has won ever since she came into womanhood. She's got to be half-giant that woman. The challenges are like wrestling, running, tests o' bravery, things like that. This 'Devil Rider' won't beat Betty, I'll tell you that for nothing. She can run faster than a horse, 'fraid a nothin', stronger than ox. So place yer wager, but it'd be fer nothin, fer nothin I tells ya."

The dice come up a success

"Three coppers to da elf!!" they shout.

"Ye can take those to the bookies, he's the innkeep. He only offers non-Betty bets, so you're in luck, in a way"

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"These are not questions for men enjoying their leisure! Tell me, Garp - where can a gal go to learn more about your wonderful town?"

Garp and the others seem very pleased with Othegre's interest in Thurmunton.

"Well if you want to know the history of the place. I'd talk to Crasten, Big Betty's father. He raised her as a model of Thurmun. They live next to the old warehouses.

Any questions about Thurmun should be directed to him. I cut out the saintly worship meself, pray straight to Soet, so the Canticle of Soet tells us to do, in fact in the Account of Gustus, Verse Four it tells us...."

The others roll their eyes as Garp rants on and on.

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'Hail and well met. I heard tell from one of yer girls that this was the finest store in Thurmonton, with prices to match! I'm lookin for a sword, had me eye on a bastard one in the last place I stopped but the price be too steep.'

Betty is over seven foot tall, with muscles to match, she is fair of hair and skin, not from the State of Soetrard originally that much is obvious, her back is turned.

"A Bastard sword, aye yer a big bad fighter are ya. Is this for the games Mr..."

She turns and pauses, gazing at BandyLegs. She stammers a bit, her checks going an obvious red.

"...Dwarf, a dwarf, a moun...mountain dwarf. Eh,...our bastard swords are over there..."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

Betty is over seven foot tall, with muscles to match, she is fair of hair and skin, not from the State of Soetrard originally that much is obvious, her back is turned.

"A Bastard sword, aye yer a big bad fighter are ya. Is this for the games Mr..."

She turns and pauses, gazing at BandyLegs. She stammers a bit, her checks going an obvious red.

"...Dwarf, a dwarf, a moun...mountain dwarf. Eh,...our bastard swords are over there..."

Bandylegs takes a step back in awe.

'My lady, ne'er before have I seen such fine specimen of woman. It's like ye were cut outta the mountain! Chiseled jaw, strong looking hands.... and I'd wager a few coppers there'd be a set a fine buttocks under that tunic!

Pardon, me lady though, I dinnae mean ta be so forward. I am Bandylegs of house McGillicuddy. It's meant as a compliment, hope ye take it as so!

I'm in town fer the blessing of Thurmun. Might stop by his restin' place for a few moments if I get the chance.'

Bandylegs walks over and admires the collection of swords on display.

'Tis a fine collection ye have here... any in particular ye'd recommend fer a dwarf such as mesel'?'

Tigger

is there an archery competition ? or horse riding ?

sKeith

Fourier wrote: »

"It's simple lad. The more boulders you lift after the bell is sounded the higher your score. Every day there'll be a different event and the highest score overall at the end of the five days gets the coveted 'Cloak of Thurmun', worn by Thurmun 'imself over 500 years ago. It's gone to Big Betty for the last four years runnin'

Oi, that accent o' yours is foreign, where are you from warrior?"

"Simples? The winner is the person who lifts the most boulders after the bell, you say.. , now does that mean, lifts the most boulders all at once... a feat of pure strenght and maybe some advantages to thise with longer arms and a good balance.. or is it not all at once, but going from boulder to boulder and lifting and setting each one down again before moving onto the next boulder to lift .. not as much a test of pure strenght, but a mixture of eyehand, strenght, stanima and co-ordination need for that... pray tell you know more about this simple boulder lifting...

And, do you know any more about the St Thurman, like what size was he? I'm not sure I want to be competing for some cloak if he was dollsized, as i would look silly wearing a cloak like that, and would probably never wear it. Although, i probaly need to go find this Big Betty, that'd be a good measure if it would fit or not, cause, why would they enter four more times to win the cloak over and over again if the damned thing didn't fit them, lets hope that the big in Big Betty is not some cruel joke.

oh, and the accent, I'm from Lewisville, although, doubt you know where Lewisville is, as i ain't seen another from Lewisville since I left Pulstan near four years ago. Lewisville is a small coastal town on the western side of Polstan, and.. Idoubt you know of Polstan either, as i aint met anyone from the Neros archipeligo in over two years... I tend not to say thes names anymore as I have given up on finding anyone who would be familiar with my home area, so mostly just say I'm from far far away and that usually apeases most folks, but when questioned on it, i've nothing to hide, so tell all, even though most folk eyes just glaze over and they look at me with that look on their face which tells me they've never heard of any of these places, yeah, thats the look..

Well, look at me rambling away, and i don't even know your name...."

Banjo

Othegre claps Garp once more on the arm and thanks him for guiding her to the Crasten's. He winces noticeably, and she makes mental note to maybe focus on the other arm should their paths cross again.

"Good sir Garp, you are a credit to your village and a gentleman, when next the blood moon rises I shall kill you last!"
She notices he appears a little uncertain how to take that.
"I jest! 'tis but a traditional goodbye amongst my people. Or it was... Before the blood moon rose!" She voice rises from a growl to a bellow, accompanied by scary-bear hands. Garp hurries away, eager for the comparative normalcy of his early morning back alley gambling crew. Othegre enters the store.

"Hail-de-hail! I seek Craste....SHATTERING SHARDS! What in Soet's ring is that!" Her hand fumbles for her flail, until she realised that it's not a giant, it's a trick of perspective - the dwarf and a flogging huge beast of a woman.
"Wild guess... Big Betty? I seek your father...unless...are we standing inside him right now...?"

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

"Hail-de-hail! I seek Craste....SHATTERING SHARDS! What in Soet's ring is that!" Her hand fumbles for her flail, until she realised that it's not a giant, it's a trick of perspective - the dwarf and a flogging huge beast of a woman.
"Wild guess... Big Betty? I seek your father...unless...are we standing inside him right now...?"

Bandylegs reels around in shock.

'Dumathoin's beard! What in blazes are you on about lass? You should regard the lady with some respect, my dear Othegre. She's made of stern stuff and could likely crush you with one hand. Not to mention...'

Bandylegs shuffles, a little bit uncertain and pulls Othegre to the side.

'I have garnered us some information pertaining to our quest. I shall explain more later.'

He turns back to Betty.

'As I was sayin, any recommendations on the bastard swords fer mesel?'

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs takes a step back in awe.

'My lady, ne'er before have I seen such fine specimen of woman. It's like ye were cut outta the mountain! Chiseled jaw, strong looking hands.... and I'd wager a few coppers there'd be a set a fine buttocks under that tunic!

She goes an incredibly bright red, disarmed by BandyLegs's dwarrow-charm.

Pardon, me lady though, I dinnae mean ta be so forward. I am Bandylegs of house McGillicuddy. It's meant as a compliment, hope ye take it as so!

I'm in town fer the blessing of Thurmun. Might stop by his restin' place for a few moments if I get the chance.'

At this she is taken aback. "A dwarf who has come from the mountains to receive the blessings of Thurmun...." she mumbles to herself holding her hands to her cheeks "...it's like one of the old tales, how romantic"

She enters the backroom and returns with a war hammer, crackling with dwarven runes, slams the head into the ground and bends her knee.

"From this day to the end of my days, I swear fealty to the Dwarven house of McGillicuddy, for surely Thurmun has sent ye here for a task surpassing greatness. And I swear to the member who stands in front of me my heart, our love shall be chaste 'til I prove myself worthy in combat most fierce."

BandyLegs notices from the style that the war hammer is five centuries old.

OOC: You've earned Big Betty as a free retainer, she is a Level 2 Fighter with 20HP. Her weapon is a war hammer + 2. AC 6.

Bandylegs walks over and admires the collection of swords on display.

'Tis a fine collection ye have here... any in particular ye'd recommend fer a dwarf such as mesel'?'

"This mastercrafted bastard sword my beloved. My father spent a month on it."

OOC: As Bastard Sword in rulebook, but +1 damage.

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

is there an archery competition ? or horse riding ?

The innkeeper turns to Goodie.

"You looking to enter small man? Brave of ye. Aye, days three and four o' the festival are horse riding and bow-firin'. Might be the log jumpin' over at the creek on day two 'd suit ye as well. But I doubt ye'll beat Big Betty."

An old man shouts from the back of the inn

"Unless by charm shortman, hahahahahaha" the men around him burst out laughing.

The innkeeper continues.

"Aye, Betty has a thing for the small folk, one o' these opposite attracts things. But this is a halfling lads, not a dwarf, she ain't into them. All small folk ain't the same."

The men all whistle and hoot "Ooooooo, sorry Mr. 'Sensitive to Other Races', maybe yous is jealous and want the halfling to yerself"

"Yeah, yeah you idiots" he states flatly while washing a glass.

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

"Simples? The winner is the person who lifts the most boulders after the bell, you say.. , now does that mean, lifts the most boulders all at once... a feat of pure strenght and maybe some advantages to thise with longer arms and a good balance.. or is it not all at once, but going from boulder to boulder and lifting and setting each one down again before moving onto the next boulder to lift .. not as much a test of pure strenght, but a mixture of eyehand, strenght, stanima and co-ordination need for that... pray tell you know more about this simple boulder lifting...

"Bolder lifting one by one my lad. Gotta clear your head, put 'er down and then on to the next one."

And, do you know any more about the St Thurman, like what size was he? I'm not sure I want to be competing for some cloak if he was dollsized, as i would look silly wearing a cloak like that, and would probably never wear it. Although, i probaly need to go find this Big Betty, that'd be a good measure if it would fit or not, cause, why would they enter four more times to win the cloak over and over again if the damned thing didn't fit them, lets hope that the big in Big Betty is not some cruel joke.

"Thurmun was the strongest, swiftest, bravest, most virile man that ever lived in the lands that worship Soet. Legend has it that he could lift ten orcs and once killed a man while making love. My father told me of the time he hit a sparrow with a pebble from o'er a mile away. You see there were these giants..."
The man continues for some time
"...that's no sparrow, it's me bloody mortgage. Hahahahahah. What a great fella he must have been.....sorry, yes the cloak will fit you."

oh, and the accent, I'm from Lewisville, although, doubt you know where Lewisville is, as i ain't seen another from Lewisville since I left Pulstan near four years ago. Lewisville is a small coastal town on the western side of Polstan, and.. Idoubt you know of Polstan either, as i aint met anyone from the Neros archipeligo in over two years... I tend not to say thes names anymore as I have given up on finding anyone who would be familiar with my home area, so mostly just say I'm from far far away and that usually apeases most folks, but when questioned on it, i've nothing to hide, so tell all, even though most folk eyes just glaze over and they look at me with that look on their face which tells me they've never heard of any of these places, yeah, thats the look..

Well, look at me rambling away, and i don't even know your name...."

The man fully glazes over and with wide eyes mouths "Oh, no, not at all, the Nembo...eh, Neros archipeligo was covered in school. Me name is Lerden."

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

"Hail-de-hail! I seek Craste....SHATTERING SHARDS! What in Soet's ring is that!" Her hand fumbles for her flail, until she realised that it's not a giant, it's a trick of perspective - the dwarf and a flogging huge beast of a woman.
"Wild guess... Big Betty? I seek your father...unless...are we standing inside him right now...?"

Big Betty regards Othegre.

"You are no worshiper of Soet woman. Who is your god and why are you here? My father is a devout man in no need of heathens."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

She goes an incredibly bright red, disarmed by BandyLegs's dwarrow-charm.


At this she is taken aback. "A dwarf who has come from the mountains to receive the blessings of Thurmun...." she mumbles to herself holding her hands to her cheeks "...it's like one of the old tales, how romantic"

She enters the backroom and returns with a war hammer, crackling with dwarven runes, slams the head into the ground and bends her knee.

"From this day to the end of my days, I swear fealty to the Dwarven house of McGillicuddy, for surely Thurmun has sent ye here for a task surpassing greatness. And I swear to the member who stands in front of me my heart, our love shall be chaste 'til I prove myself worthy in combat most fierce."

BandyLegs notices from the style that the war hammer is five centuries old.

OOC: You've earned Big Betty as a free retainer, she is a Level 2 Fighter with 20HP. Her weapon is a war hammer + 2. AC 6.


"This mastercrafted bastard sword my beloved. My father spent a month on it."

OOC: As Bastard Sword in rulebook, but +1 damage.

Bandylegs admires the sword and nods.

'Aye, a beaut she is indeed. Though not quite as beautiful as yerself... ah, there I go again. I'm sorry lass, I cannae help bein' so forward. Tis me dwarven nature to say these things withou' thinkin' them through. Tell me Betty, are ye interested in adventure?

I think I can be honest with ye, I came fer the blessin', true. But I also came as I heard Thurmun's tomb is haunted, guarded by foul beasts sealed there since long ago. I came to liberate it - well... mesel and a band of others. Othegre here is one of 'em. And if per chance there be treasure deep within, it'd be ours by right.

I know where the tomb is, and the general location of it's entrance but beyond that I'm in the dark. The Cleric in yonder temple gave his blessing for me to visit, but could not tell me the entrance. Says the brotherhood are guarding it... have ye any knowledge of the entrance yerself?'

Bandylegs tries out the sword now at this point, a few swings each way.

'Aye, a beauty she is. How much fer the sword?'

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Big Betty regards Othegre.

"You are no worshiper of Soet woman. Who is your god and why are you here? My father is a devout man in no need of heathens."

Othegre tried to remember the awesome song she wrote about herself for just such an occasion but the words escape her.

"Indeed I am not. And yet I am. I follow the teachings of Jammai, and assuming your brain is as big as the rest of you I'm sure you know then that Soet is but another expression of the anguish of the Great Song as it was rent asunder. Jammai merely seeks to stitch it back together. In that way I serve all Gods that seek harmony. I suppose in another way you could say im trying to murder them all in their sleep and sew their heads together but it's all about the angle you look at it from. Potato tomato!

Like you, I am bound to help this hairy little creature, though I am driven by a higher power rather than a baser urge. But that practically makes us sisters!

I had heard our father was a learned man, I hoped to pass the time with him, one scholar to another, while you twist up the menfolk of the village like pretzels in the Tournament. Is he about, sis?"

Lord TSC

Fourier wrote: »

The man swallows hard and lifts his hand, uttering a few words quietly and tracing arcane symbols in the air with his left hand. The complexity of the spell is too much for Alexander to follow it entirely but it certainly is related to sound.

"There, we may talk freely. No, I am not a tanner. My father was, so I know enough the copy that peasant art. Indeed I am a user of magic like yourself." He glances at Alexander's spell book "I've been to Carrador's shop as well even."

"No, in truth I came to this town posing as a tanner as a ruse. This Thurmun owned a castle near here. His tomb I cannot enter for some reason, but I think his castle should be simple enough. If the old scrolls are right, it contains a lot of treasure and items of great interest, including a mighty artifact known as the 'Portus Kallicorum'.

The only problem is I cannot find a way in. What do you say we work together on this point? I need another to help move the rocks and I could provide the spell required. A rare one, from beyond Zassan. I had to strangle a Golem to get it and I offer you it for free."

Alexander eyes the strange man nervously. He's already lied to Alexander once, even if he is coming clean now. And yet, Alexander knows if he turns down the possibility of "lots of treasure", the others in his travelling party are likely going to be angry at him.

Alexander: You'd just give me a rare spell like that for free? To go and collect a lot of treasures, and a super mystical artifact. You appreciate why I might be slow to trust the stranger who offers such tales of wonder.

Alexander sighs and eventually nods.

Alexander: I don't fully trust you. Yet. But I have to admit the idea sounds intriguing. The Portus Kallicorum. What does it do exactly?

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

The innkeeper turns to Goodie.

"You looking to enter small man? Brave of ye. Aye, days three and four o' the festival are horse riding and bow-firin'. Might be the log jumpin' over at the creek on day two 'd suit ye as well. But I doubt ye'll beat Big Betty."

An old man shouts from the back of the inn

"Unless by charm shortman, hahahahahaha" the men around him burst out laughing.

The innkeeper continues.

"Aye, Betty has a thing for the small folk, one o' these opposite attracts things. But this is a halfling lads, not a dwarf, she ain't into them. All small folk ain't the same."

The men all whistle and hoot "Ooooooo, sorry Mr. 'Sensitive to Other Races', maybe yous is jealous and want the halfling to yerself"

"Yeah, yeah you idiots" he states flatly while washing a glass.

We have a Dwarf in our company maybey they'll meet up, is this Betty lucky in love?

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Tell me Betty, are ye interested in adventure?

I think I can be honest with ye, I came fer the blessin', true. But I also came as I heard Thurmun's tomb is haunted, guarded by foul beasts sealed there since long ago. I came to liberate it - well... mesel and a band of others. Othegre here is one of 'em. And if per chance there be treasure deep within, it'd be ours by right.

"I never knew the tomb was haunted for sure, that was always father's theory. He'd be right pleased to hear ye confirm it, how did you come upon such information? I thought the village possessed all the contemporary documents on Thurmun, my father would love to hear where you learned this. I will follow you though, my vow demands it."

I know where the tomb is, and the general location of it's entrance but beyond that I'm in the dark. The Cleric in yonder temple gave his blessing for me to visit, but could not tell me the entrance. Says the brotherhood are guarding it... have ye any knowledge of the entrance yerself?'

"No it is forbidden to reveal it and blaspheme to enter. Yours is a righteous cause though, I will do all I can to locate it."

'Aye, a beauty she is. How much fer the sword?'

"I would give it away beloved, but father requires coin, let us say 15GP."

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

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"Indeed I am not. And yet I am. I follow the teachings of Jammai, and assuming your brain is as big as the rest of you I'm sure you know then that Soet is but another expression of the anguish of the Great Song as it was rent asunder....
I had heard our father was a learned man, I hoped to pass the time with him, one scholar to another, while you twist up the menfolk of the village like pretzels in the Tournament. Is he about, sis?"

Betty smiles. "You're a strange one Cleric. I know Soet is but one god among many, but I know nothing of this song. It does sound like something father would love to debate. You can find him in the inn at this time of day. You better know yer stuff though."

Necro

Fourier wrote:

"I never knew the tomb was haunted for sure, that was always father's theory. He'd be right pleased to hear ye confirm it, how did you come upon such information? I thought the village possessed all the contemporary documents on Thurmun, my father would love to hear where you learned this. I will follow you though, my vow demands it."

Bandylegs stops for a second, thinking how to answer.

'I heard tell of it from Cleric Askit and Citra, a golden dragon. Being a devout man of Thurmun, I made it me sworn duty to liberate the tomb in his name. That being said, ye should know that Vergadain also holds a place in me heart, as is our dwarven custom to follow deities and such.'

Fourier wrote:

"No it is forbidden to reveal it and blaspheme to enter. Yours is a righteous cause though, I will do all I can to locate it."

'Aye, the High Cleric told me as such dear lady. There are no blasphemous plans in me head, only serving a cause fer Thurmun and makin' it a shrine when I have cleared whatever lurks within.'

Fourier wrote:

"I would give it away beloved, but father requires coin, let us say 15GP."

'15GP ye say? Not a worry, me dearest. Wouldn't want yer father thinkin' I was thrifty 'fore I even meet the man! If yer to undertake this quest with me, I suppose ye'll be needing some coin too. I am but a poor dwarf fer now, but I'll see to it ye'll be sufficiently protected. I have a set of studded armour on me horse that is too big fer me. Unless ye have yer own armour that is?'

OOC: Do I have to kit out my retainers with gear? I must check the rules again!

Fourier

Lord TSC wrote: »

Alexander: I don't fully trust you. Yet. But I have to admit the idea sounds intriguing. The Portus Kallicorum. What does it do exactly?

"I don't know, truth told. Portus refers to a doorway, hence my guess would be it leads to a small pocket realm where in Thurmun placed his treasure.

And yes I will give you the spell, I am unlikely to meet another of our craft passing through Thurmunton who doesn't stand a good chance of killing me for the treasure. We are of roughly equal strength. I may be slightly stronger, but you have a group with you, so we pose no threat to each other."

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Betty smiles. "You're a strange one Cleric. I know Soet is but one god among many, but I know nothing of this song. It does sound like something father would love to debate. You can find him in the inn at this time of day. You better know yer stuff though."

"Very well, dear sister. I shall away to the inn. But I have not forgotten that you didn't buy me anything for my birthday. "

She departs for the inn. Along the way she passes the gambling drunks. Her wholehearted, bellowing greeting is only half-heartedly reciprocated.

Entering the inn, she offers a nod to a halfling - he doesn't look familiar but he's about the right height to be a member of their band. Or one of Big Betty's paramours. Either way, best to be friendly.

"Ahoy innkeep!" She calls, approaching the bar. "I am but a simple cleric seeking my fortune on the road. Know ye of any odd jobs that pay coin-in-hand - hedges need trimming, a cellar full of oversized rats that need clearing? Or perhaps you could tell me if Crasten has been in today? I've just met with his daughter and I'm hoping he will adopt me and grow me to a similar size."

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

'15GP ye say? Not a worry, me dearest. Wouldn't want yer father thinkin' I was thrifty 'fore I even meet the man! If yer to undertake this quest with me, I suppose ye'll be needing some coin too. I am but a poor dwarf fer now, but I'll see to it ye'll be sufficiently protected. I have a set of studded armour on me horse that is too big fer me. Unless ye have yer own armour that is?'

OOC: Do I have to kit out my retainers with gear? I must check the rules again!

She runs to the back room and fetches her armour.

"To the tomb" she roars, war hammer held aloft. "So that we may slay the foulness within!"

She runs out the door in the direction of the bluff.

OOC: You can, but in Betty's case there is no need.

Fourier

All across Thurmunton the characters can hear a bell and gong being sounded, the midday parade has begun.

In the inn, most of those present get up to leave. "Can't wait to see how Betty wins this year" someone says as the inn door is kicked in by Betty herself.

"All those loyal to the great BandyLegs make haste with me to the bluff" and off she runs out the door, perplexing the locals.

"Does this mean she won't be at the tournament today? Lucky for everyone else." says another attendant.