"d**n! I didn't even know there were so many people in this village!" says Runkild to himself. He will try to hail one of the waitresses and describe his companions, hoping that she will direct him to them.
<Random> You walk to the northern extreme of the tiny little dirt road. Here, where it ends, is the small building calling itself the Temple of Darksmoke. Two Red Robed Priests relentlessly toll the bells they hold, its jarring, brain-rattling sound echoing throughout the small village. In their other hand they each hold a rune-covered staff. Their bald heads are covered by the cowl of their robe.
Seeing you, they smile, and one of them says, "Hello, friend. Venturing inside Darksmoke Mountain? For the sacrifice of two gold pieces, we'll offer our prayers, for your sake, to our deity, Darksmoke, that he may have mercy on you in your endeavors within the mount."
Random shrugs. "Okay. Why not?" He hands one of them two gold pieces. "Can I go into the temple, and look around?" After they answer, he turns to one of them. "By the way, my name is Random McBride. I'm a singer of songs, a teller of tales, a rememberer of lore ancient, even more ancient, and antediluvian. As a recaller of lore and tales, I must ask: Are either of you familiar with a small country tavern called the Blue Frog? I've heard some old tales of those of your...sect, is it? Your sect venturing in those parts, and having adventures. Is that true? Have those of your sect ventured into those parts?"
Malutassial buys an ale for Zagnar, and red wine and a meal for himself. <4.5 gold deducted from your inventory>
Alexa looks exasperated at Khloemar. "What we have is on the menu! You want an ale, correct?"
Khloemar looks at the so-called good luck charm. It's made of fake gold, and fashioned to resemble a four-leaf clover. The group notices Alexa doesn't leave to fetch food or Pookas, as she impatiently awaits a legitimate answer from Khloemar.
Zagnar watches the festivities.
Runkild navigates around some of the large bodies near the door. A server scurries by, a human woman, but he flags her down before she gets away and describes his mates, asking her where they may be. "Yeah, they're near the back, in the corner. Good luck getting good service from Alexa, the cheat." She disappears into the throng. You take a few steps in the direction indicated and bump into a massive man-orc, about 6'8" tall, wearing a bizarre patchwork of armor---a vambrace on one forearm, a greave on one leg, and a piece of plate that covers half his chest. He peers down at you, wondering (perhaps) who had the gall to bump into him.
Winip watches Random, and sees that, he does indeed, pay for prayers.
Random asks the Red-Robed Priests of Darksmoke if he can enter the temple. "Sure, anything for a paying customer." Before you walk inside you ask them if any of their number had adventures in the surrounds of the Blue Frog Tavern many years ago. "Our missionaries travel the world on the behalf of Darksmoke," one tells you. "So yes, it's likely they were one of us."
Inside the temple you find one small room with graven images of Darksmoke set upon small pedestals, as if to be adored. One of the priests enters the temple, kneels in front of one of the images and begins to chant, beseeching his deity on your behalf.
Post by marionarsis on Dec 22, 2015 21:50:34 GMT -5
Random doesn't quite know what to do. Wait from him to finish his prayers out of respect, or leave out of respect? Either way, he believes he's showing respect, so he decides to step out of the Temple, which makes him feel more comfortable.
What do the graven images look like?
Random wants to investigate the village some more, but he recalls something Zagnar said earlier, and now has an uneasy bardic sixth sense that things may not be going well inside the tavern. He decides to head for the Tavern of the Seven Curses.
"Hey, hi!" says Runkild, first surprised then a bit embarrassed. "Those are very nice pieces of armors you have here, very impressive!" He then turns his head in the direction indicated by the waitress and tries to spot his friends. If he fails to find them in the crowd, he quickly describes them to his new orc friend and asks: "Would you know where they are by any chance?"
The graven images in the Temple of Darksmoke are about twelve inches tall, stand on pedestals that are three feet high, and depict Darksmoke as a dark-robed figure with a hood that covers his head and face. In one hand he holds a spellbook and in the other a wand of smoke.
Random leaves the temple and heads for the tavern. A dozen yards from his destination a hobbit leaps out of the crowd and stands before him. The dapper halfling wears green-and-white checkered hose and a bright emerald shyrth of silk. "You look like the type who craves excitement." He opens one hand, and five playing cards flash in his palm. He turns his palm over and opens his hand again, to reveal the cards are now gone. "Would you like to win some of my gold?"
Meanwhile, inside the tavern, Zagnar snaps his fingers at Alexa to get her attention. "I'm standing right here!" she protests. He asks her to retrieve Pookas, so the party can find their guide. She turns on her heels and leaves, but not before shooting a dirty look at Khloemar, and thanking Malutassial for placing a sensible order.
At the front of the tavern, Runkild asks a half-orc if he can point him in the direction of his mates. Only a being so tall could have a hope of surveilling the crowd and seeing the group that matches the rogue's description, and that's what this large half-orc does. Runkild fights through the crowd, and spots his mates just as a fresh-faced human girl turns and walks away from the table.