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Post by Gorthakh on Oct 23, 2005 18:54:51 GMT -5
Gorthakh, who is limited in NPC interactions by a Charisma score which would shame a diseased dog-turd, sits around in the bar drinking ale and practising his spitting.
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Post by The Master on Oct 24, 2005 8:46:57 GMT -5
The banker tells Melora the exchange fees are non negotiable. Considering the markup most merchants use, the banker says it's doubtful if you can sell the gem for nearly as much.
Darian learns that the men are from Ulek (Ulek's border is the Suss forest, where you are at now). They have recently left the Ulek militia and are looking for work as freelancers.
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Post by AxeMental on Oct 24, 2005 11:37:35 GMT -5
Darian pays the girl and introduces himself to the group of fighters. He invites Gorthakh to join the table as well as any of the party hanging around. As these are fighters, Darian feels Gorthakh probably has the best chance of dealing with them in terms of joining the party as hirelings (or full group members).
Darian lets the group know that the party is battle experianced, and with good prospects. And that Gorthakh is a powerful fighter with a cunning instinct for treachery. And that one wouldn't want to cross someone like him....someone who's ansestors feed on human flesh.
Darian will let Gorthakh negotiate a payment system with these men, while he watches the group, looking for signs of signalling between members. He will also try to determine who seems to be in charge of this party.
Master, what kind of armor and weapons do they have, and what races are they?
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Post by Gorthakh on Oct 24, 2005 14:59:22 GMT -5
Gorthakh peers at Finrod dubiously, blinking in the smoky light of the tavern.
"Yoo sure bout dis, hoomie?" he says.
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Post by AxeMental on Oct 24, 2005 15:10:20 GMT -5
(Finrods with Melora, this is Darian the thief)
Darian says, "get over hear you ball of snot and hammer us out a deal". Once Gorthakh (and the rest of the group) start working on "business" with the fighters, Darian finds the Tavern girl and starts getting back to pleasure.
If he suceeds in charming the lass, Darian will ask her if she would consider spying for him (for a fee of course). If she agrees Darian tells her that he will pay for good information. He specifically wants her to find out everything she can about the friendly cleric and his two bald associates (who didn't talk). Darian suggests she attempt to flirt with the cleric or his men the next time he comes in, to see what she can find out, but to be careful. He also wants to know about the comings and goings of other adventurer sorts at the keep.
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Post by Gorthakh on Oct 24, 2005 16:59:20 GMT -5
Gorthakh shrugs.
"Okies, yoo want me to talk to da hoomies, I'll talk to da hoomies."
The half-orc walks over to the humans.
"Oi, hoomies. Stop wotchore doing an' lissen up. I'm hearin' yoo wanna job, and I gotta job for yoo.
"Yoo gonna come wiv' us to 'splore da Caves of Chaos, but we don't 'ave much cash yet so yoo gotta do it for cheap.
"I'm da boss, yoo do wot I say.
"Deal?"
With this charming and eloquent, if frank, presentation of his offer, the half-orc spits on his palm and offers it to the humans.
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Post by krago on Oct 25, 2005 7:46:36 GMT -5
Krago, if not looking too much like the red-headed child that constantly gets beat up in school, will join Gorthakh in talking with the humans. He wants to give the impression of strength, so that they realize we are some bad-mofos and wouldn't even think of crossing us.
"Greetin' lads, ye look like ah strong group ov men. Men dat we could use ta help os 'splore t'ese caves dat me friend talks ov."
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Post by The Master on Oct 25, 2005 10:24:43 GMT -5
The men put down their drinks and look over Krago and Gorthak for a moment. They don't seem terribly eager to shake Gorthak's wet palm. Finally one of them speaks.
"Good Gods, you intend to lead us into the wilderness? Why should we put our lives in your hands? You look like you have enough trouble trying to navigate the common tongue. Your bandaged-up companion certainly doesn’t inspire confidence either."
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Post by The Master on Oct 25, 2005 10:37:45 GMT -5
The barmaid doesn’t seem interested in Darian, but would agree to provide him info in exchange for more silver.
Has Melora and/or Finrod decided what they want to do with the gem. Are they done shopping around?
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Post by krago on Oct 25, 2005 10:39:15 GMT -5
OOC: Hmmmmm, I thought my initial statement implied that I would not be going over unless I was in decent looking shape. Alas.
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Post by The Master on Oct 25, 2005 10:42:12 GMT -5
I read it wrong. Just ignore the comment about the dwarf.
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Post by Melora on Oct 25, 2005 12:01:27 GMT -5
Has Melora and/or Finrod decided what they want to do with the gem. Are they done shopping around? Sell to the banker for 90 g.p., then mosey over to the tavern. I cringe when I see Gorthakh talking to the group of mercenaries and hope those weren't the only ones available. If (after chatting up the barkeep as outlined above) it turns out that those ARE the only available men-at-arms, and the barkeep hasn't said anything to steer me away from them, Finrod and I will approach them separately, not letting on that we're affiliated with the orc and gimpy thief who were accosting them earlier...
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Post by AxeMental on Oct 25, 2005 12:54:50 GMT -5
Darian can't believe he struck out with the maiden. But agrees to pay her for information, "the better the information the better the pay". He asks if she has anything juicy she might like to impart, anything odd about the cleric? Or any secrets that might be useful. He takes out his bag of coins letting them jingle a bit. Darian looks around the room for any other chicks who might be worth hitting on; when he sees the half orc he shakes his head.
Finrod approaches the table with the men at arms, taking Melora's lead he ignores the half orc. "Ahhh, good day gentleman. I haven't seen you around the keep". Finrod pulls off his glove and offers his hand.
I see you've met our half orc porter Gorthakh, do not mind him, he is very strong, though not very nice to look at or smell. Gorthakh, why don't you go and purchase some fine ale here for our friends, while the lady and I talk business." Finrod briefly introduces himself and Melora, giving her a moment to smile and shake hands. "We are professional treasure collectors, and have returned with great wealth from our latest exploits. We have come back to the keep to resupply our rations, and plan to be heading back to the lair we have found to aquire even more jewels, probably in a few days. "Gorthakh, the Ale"! "Anyway, Melora had been mentioning that we might be interested in hiring some talanted fighters on this trip into the keep. You gentlemen seem both well equipped and intellegent, better then the usual riff raff found here...Finrod looks around the tavern, and shakes his head. Anyway, tell us about yourselves. What experiance have you had in swinging those weapons you carry?" Finrod attempts to be both polite and elightest, and warms to the men the more they talk. He uses his natural charisma to put them at ease.
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Post by Gorthakh on Oct 25, 2005 14:19:23 GMT -5
"Porter?" says Gorthakh with a frown. Then, "Oh. Yeah. Okay."
He strides up to the bar and belches to attract the barmaid's attention.
"Oi. Yoo. Breeder. Gimme ... one, two, free, fore, errr... about fourteen pints of dat weak piss wot yoo hoomies fink is beer."
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Post by Ska on Oct 26, 2005 15:35:39 GMT -5
OOC: back from NYC. Thanks Axe.
Darian will glance around the room to see if anyone else (perhaps another thief) is watching or listening in on the table conversation with the men at arms.
Darian goes back to the serving wench and inquires if any of the Keep's clerics ever come into this tavern or if she is freinds with any of them.
Darian will then pull a chair up by the table with the fighters and introduce himself.
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