Sterwick campaign - The game thread (NO SPAM!!)

[darkwolf]

Weighing his option, Halgrath tries to think of something to say without raising too much eyebrows. Remembering the earlier threat of being 'discreet', perhaps he should pose as a lost traveller seeking information.

"Greetings sir. My companion and I were separated from our main group and we wound up here. May I ask where is 'here', as we are not familiar with these regions?

[Ravager]

(Sorry about the post delay. Annoying work schedule... )

The guard responds warily, "This town is Thorpedene. I'm no maker o' maps, so I can't tell ye that much more. On the other side of the town is the mountains, there's lots of forest and the rest you saw gettin' here."

[darkwolf]

"Thorpedene? Well, I must apologize because of my limited geography knowledge too. Say, is there perhaps any tavern or the likes in this town that my companion and I may wind down? And perhaps get some help or information?

Halgrath hopes to get some more conversation to somehow reassure the guard...

(sorry for the late reply, having a depressing time at work too )

[dj_venom]

Originally Posted by darkwolf

(sorry for the late reply, having a depressing time at work too )

Don't worry about it, we're all human, and some of us have lives. Besides, Rav took his time replying too...

Anyway, good luck with the problems, and if you want to talk, I wouldn't mind, and I'm sure Rav is the same.

[Ravager]

Yeah, sorry to hear about your troubles Darkwolf.

Feel free to PM either of us if you want to talk...

"Aye, where there be a town, there usually is a tavern of some sort. The one here can be found in the centre of town, it's called the Golden Tankard. Now, I'd better be getting back to my duties. Enjoy your stay in Thorpedene." The guard walks off back to his post.

[darkwolf]

Well, so much for trying to get the guard to talk longer. Not much left as an option but try his luck in the said tavern. It was as the guard said, right in the center of the town. Being a small town, the tavern at least was recognizeable.

"Golden Tankard is it? Let see if there's something to be learned here"

Thanks Rav, DJ. I'll pm you guys

[Ravager]

Right, you enter the Golden Tankard. It's quite a big, but darkly lit room. On the opposite side of the room is a bar, with a giant of a man cleaning mugs behind it. There's lots of tables between you and the bar, though most of them are not directly in your way. The tavern is about half full, with many people chatting amiably to their companions, sitting at the various tables. Of course, there are also the standard shady characters found in the darker corners and the odd person supping away at their drink on their own, whether or not they're actually waiting for anyone.
There seems to be a bunch of armoured people pestering the bartender at the moment, perhaps they're mercenaries or thugs, you can't tell from this distance.

[darkwolf]

Halgrath went right towards the bartender with the intention of ordering something. He isn't sure what else he could do here. Damn, i'm not good at this. Probably the drow would have figured out something if he's here, he muttered to himself

"Bartender, what do you have here? Anything for a traveler to quench his thirst?"

p/s
uh Rav, any suggestion to what should a lost traveller do here? Sorry

[dj_venom]

Kron continued to follow Halgrath. He had waited until Halgrath had proceeded on ahead, until he silently followed closely behind. Just short of the gate, as Halgrath was talking, Kron cast invisibility upon himself. He rushed through the gate after Halgrath, following him to the tavern. Realising his spell was almost off, he rushed into the toilets, found an empty seat and promptly shut himself in there. Waiting until the spell was finally off, he pulled his cloak back over himself, and left the room. He did ont want Halgrath to know he was here, so he went over to a vacant corner of the tavern.

He had followed Halgrath because he could easily be found out as a stranger. At least this way, he had a bodyguard, and even better, he did not even know.

[Ravager]

The bartender pauses in washing his current mug and ignnores the armoured folks pestering his for a moment.
"Aye! Welcome to the Golden Tankard, traveller!
We have a fine selection of drinks for the paying clientele", glares in the direction of the armoured folk. "Why, it all be written on the board behind me." He points to a sign that lists a long selection of food and drinks.
"I'm sure most of what ye can imagine is sold here, my friend! Make a choice, take a seat and it'll be brought to ye shortly."

Looking at the board, you can see several options, ranging from a basic gruel and watered down drink to an effective feast with drinks to match. They must get a big range of people in here.
One of the armoured people seems to take affront at all the attention the bartender is giving you and wanders over.
"You new to these parts?", he says.

Kron goes unnoticed, even though his Invisibility spell didn't last too long, he must have been very quick in getting to his chosen destination....

[darkwolf]

Halgrath is not sure what to make of the armoured man. He maybe a guard or something, or perhaps just another mercenary getting too much wine.

"Yes, not by choice but rather by an unfortunate circumstance, dear sir"

[Ravager]

"Sir?" he mocks and chuckles as if to some joke only he knows. "If you're here by accident you'll have no trouble getting back out of these parts, will ya?"

[darkwolf]

"Well, yeah that too..." Halgrath muttering as something crossed him mind....

"Say, I don't really remember seeing any nearby town. What kind of town is Thorpedene by the way? A mining frontier?"

[slade]

" Your right for the time being we should probably go ahead of them, there in good hands,the longer we delay the more of a wait Sterwick has to find out about his past."Sesshomaru gathered up his equipment and armaments. "Alright then were off we'll leave them a message telling them of our trail to follow and were they might meet us again, lets go....."

[Aztaroth]

In one of the further corners of the Golden Tankard sits a man, quite like any other, but for the fact that his hair is pure white. This isn't very noticable, since that particular corner is darker than most of the tavern. In front of the man is a tankard of ale, untouched.

He has been watching the newcomer quite intently ever since he entered, noticing his air of naivété. A priest, quite obviously, and a follower of good, he guesses. Though which god is hard to see just yet.

He decides to wait a bit more to see if the events unfold in a, for him, favourable way before intervening.

OOC: Yay, my first game post!