Hring was wrenched out of his introspective ponderings about the amount of oil he might be able to dig up by the fight at hand, but was unsure what to say at first, until Gurkirat made his quick attempt at soothing tempers.
"My friends and colleagues, I apologize for my haste. I have been rushing about madly since long before the earthquake, and this catastrophe has only made it worse. But even in these difficult times, one should never forget one's manners. Allow me to introduce myself."
"My name is Hring Darkeyes. I am a merchant, specializing in weapons. I believe that will be a good start. I called upon you two," he said as he gestured to Grumbleshanks and Gurkirat, on his far right, "Because you were willing and able to dispatch a couple wererats that had just killed the city guardsmen. What are your names, pray tell?"
Roll(1d20)+9:
12,+9
Total:21
"Grumbleshanks, of the Winddrivver clan," Grumbleshanks said, looking around defiantly.
"I am Gurkirat Kaleo, humble scholar and musician, at your service," Gurkirat cut it with flair before anyone could answer Grumbleshanks' challenging stare.
"It is a pleasure to meet you both," Hring replied. "The other pair at this table," Hring motioned to Talathel and Darvin, "Were intercepted as they ventured into the sewers in search of a good fight. We were unable to exchange names when we first met. I hope you will forgive me, and allow me to try to make amends now."
"Darvin Ambelcrown, mighty pirate." Darvin proudly exclaimed.
"Talathel Braegen, monk of the Old Order," Talathel begrudgingly offered.
"Thank you, my friends," Hring said. "That leaves only you, the mysterious healer who showed up at the recently destroyed temple of Lathander, healed a throng of people, and then passed out."
"I am Beranhond, until recently cleric of Torm," was Beranhond's somewhat cryptic response.
"It is wonderful and rare to meet a man of your reputation and ability. And it is my great honor to have you in my home." With this, Hring bowed his head out of respect for Beranhond for a second.
When he raised it, he said, "There, now that we all know each other, let us forget these unpleasant words, and focus on the greater task at hand."
Friday, October 30, 2009
3 comments:
The following tags added to your comments will allow you to format your comments: (Remove the spaces within the < > for the formatting to work)
To italicize text, surround desired italics text with < i> and < /i>.
To create bold text, surround desired bold text with < b> and < /b>.
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Just a note: for explosives, you can try to craft them, or you can try to find a spell that does the same thing and try to find a scroll. For instance, you were looking for bombs, and you can certainly try to craft some sort of bombs, using a "craft" skill, or use a scroll with your "use magic device" skill. I don't believe any of the spellcasters in the group have any fire spells they can prepare, either, which I find slightly humorous, actually...
ReplyDeleteWell, that is because I am cleric who talks to animals and heals people... why would I have a fire spell?
ReplyDeleteWell, yeah. We have a druid who has more weather-related spells in exchange for fire spells, a bard, which means lots of mind-affecting and boosting types of spells, and a cleric, who has light and such but no fire. I just find it funny that none of the three of you have any fire spells. It doesn't quite fit, you are right, but I went looking to see if any of you would be able to do it innately, and the answer was no. :)
ReplyDelete