Gringnr
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OOC: Are we waiting on someone?
OOC: I do t believe so, Zolag just bade Bravo check on his companions, and sits patiently sipping his drink...
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OOC: Are we waiting on someone?
OOC: Sorry, I was waiting to see what the others said about the job opportunity. I'm okay with assuming assent and going back to advise the Baron of that if everyone else is.OOC I will operate on the assumption that the crew wishes to take the job, and that Bravo has returned to Zolag's table to inform him of their assent. Will post this evening, sorry if I was holding things up, I assumed Dumarest would be role-playing the re-entry and confirmation with his customary flourish. So, I think I misunderstood and the thread has languished as a result. Sorry, gang.
Bravo returns to the Baron and advises, "M'lord, I have spoken to my colleagues and they both assent to the task and affirm their ability to complete it. Now we merely need the provisions and equipment agreed to and any particulars, if you have them, regarding where you would like us to venture; failing the latter, we will consult the local rabble for information beneficial to your cause, at no additional cost to you, as a demonstration of our good faith."
OOC: I need some time to compose a reply as I'm taking care of a few things at my end. Should be able to do it tonight, though.
"Fear not, Your Grace, your faith is well-placed as your native perspicacity and arguteness no doubt led you to recognize those traits in another despite a difference in station," replies Bravo.The Baron smiles at this. "Excellent, my dear, brave Bravo. I am glad to have such fine freelancers in my employ. I've no doubt that you will procure sufficient kywa for Morbelos' needs." He turns his head slightly to the right, prompting one of the burly porters to proffer a jewelery box, and flip the lid open. inside, arranged in rows on in the gilded, velvet-lined box, are ten silver signet rings, each bearing the hawk-and-lily crest of Morbelos. "Take one of these for each member of your band. This symbol is known to the local merchants, and they will provide you with whatever goods and services you may need, while providing me with the bill. It will add up more quickly than you realize. I'm afraid the remoteness of the island has led the less scrupulous of shopkeepers - that would be all of them - to take advantage of the island's visitors. Quite crass, but, then, small communities breed small minds, don't you agree?"
Zolag allows Bravo a heartbeat to respond, then continues, "I am prepared to double your reward for every sack of kywa if you can do one more thing. There is another, whom I have sent before you, to do what I now pay you and your companions to do. A capable, though, sadly, untrustworthy warrior named Jakrista. She is young, and strong, with flowing red hair, which she keeps woven into a braid. After I sent her to Darksmoke, I learned that she intends to betray me, and by extension, Morbelos. I understand that she plans to keep whatever quantity of Darksmoke's Delight she can find for herself, and sell it to the highest bidder. This must not be allowed. She went forth from this very establishment less than one week ago. As none here have seen her since, she has either perished in Darksmoke, or else still searches for the prized strain of kywa. She carries a great blade, a no-datchi, with which she has bested many foes. The fact that she, barely yet a woman, wields such a weapon so expertly should give you some inkling of her capabilities. She is not to be underestimated, or, as I learned too late, trusted."
The Baron, whose face has been a mask of haughty cynicism, leans forward, his whole countenance seeming to darken instantaeously. "Kill her!", he hisses. His eyes flicker with a sudden mania as he says the words. "Kill her, and bring to me her blade... and her braided head. Do this, and you will be rewarded!"
The mask returning, Zolag settles back into his chair, eyes darting from side to side, as if looking to see if anyone witnessed his sudden change in demeanor. "Jakrista's great weapon, a gift from our kingdom for previous services rendered, bears the same crest as your ring. It is exquisitely crafted and honed. For her betrayal, Morbelos will have it back, along with her head."
Zolag, regarding Bravo the way a lizard regards an insect, then says, "Agree or not to the second part of the job, but know this: Jakrista will doubtless attack any who bear the crest of Morbelos. You may not be given a choice of whether or not you wish to kill her. And since she desires Darksmoke's delight for herself, she will doubtless kill anyone else who seeks to take it." Taking a sip of his wine, he continues. "If you return without kywa, you will still owe Morbelos for the provisions being advanced to you. I can assure you that life aboard a Morbelosian debtors' galley will make death seem like paradise."
"Directly opposite the door of this building is a shop where provisions and adventuring supplies may be acquired. The owner is the brother of the tavernkeeper, and just as fat. Likewise, he is equally ethical and charming. The taxi service to the North can get you to Darksmoke, or, if you prefer, there is a horse-renter to the South."
"I bid you luck, Bravo. Do not disappoint me" he says, his gaze a warning.
"Aye, I confess that thought crossed my mind as well," says Bravo. "As a very wise hobbit once said, 'What some call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.'""I'd like to meet this Jakrista and hear her side. She might be a better ally than this baron."
"Aye, I confess that thought crossed my mind as well," says Bravo. "As a very wise hobbit once said, 'What some call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.'"
OOC: The nerve of this guy putting all that before entertaining my make-believe hobbit!OOC: light posting the next few days (I know, I know, what else is new lol). Mother had eye surgery, virtual Gen Con, moving, yada, yada... on top of the "normal" day-to-day of being a caregiver to a paralyzed relative, having a toddler, etc. I'm sure you all have problems of your own, not fishing for sympathy. I am usually busy. This week, however, I am unusually busy. Will keep you posted
OOC: The nerve of this guy putting all that before entertaining my make-believe hobbit!
OOC: And here I thought the hobbit was entertaining us...
OOC: Are we waiting on someone?
Bravo approaches the innkeep in such a way as to make sure his signet ring is on display and says, "What have you in the way of accommodations for associates of the Baron, my good man?"As far as I know, no. Is someone approaching the innkeep to procure a room or rooms, then? That's all I was waiting on, really...
Bravo approaches the innkeep in such a way as to make sure his signet ring is on display and says, "What have you in the way of accommodations for associates of the Baron, my good man?"
"Sounds fair enough, being as we are men of means," replies Bravo as he waggles his finger to ensure his signet ring catches the light. "No drink, drugs, or women for me, alas, as I have business matters to deliberate.""Rooms have two beds apiece, if that helps you to make up your mind", Pookas says impatiently. "Why don't we call it three rooms, with a morning meal into the bargain? It might be more space than you need, but the Baron's coffers are more than full enough. This way, no one has to share. Eh? Well, make up your mind, I haven't got all night, you know. I've a business to run..."
"Sounds fair enough, being as we are men of means," replies Bravo as he waggles his finger to ensure his signet ring catches the light. "No drink, drugs, or women for me, alas, as I have business matters to deliberate."