Khloemar scans the tavern for any reaction to the name Broadaxe, nudging Zagnar to be ready for action or listening. "We have got some ground to make up, I think. Let us hope we can pick up the pace without making any more mistakes."
Real Words: [<Baron Zolag: “The guide we’ve hired for you is experienced and has made the journey through the forest many times. His name is ... well, he goes by the soubriquet, Broadaxe; he’s a Man-Orc, and will be waiting for you in the Tavern of the Seven Curses.”>]
Vs. Remembered Words: [<Baron Zolag: “The guide we’ve hired for you is experienced and has made the journey through the forest many times. His name is ... well, he goes by the name Soubriquet. He’s a Man-Orc, and will be waiting for you in the Tavern of the Seven Curses.”>]
With a slight grin I say, "Like Random, I must have taken too many blows to the head."
[Sobriquet also Soubriquet: a name or phrase that describes the character of someone or something.]
Last Edit: Dec 27, 2015 22:32:28 GMT -5 by colbite
The man-orc in the patchwork armor looks down at Runkild. "Soubriquet? No, I don't know anyone named Soubriquet, but I hope he knows how to fight. He'll be getting into plenty of brawls with that name." He snorts a sound that passes for a laugh.
Random approaches the group's table, and asks Pookas if there's someone named Broadaxe waiting for them. "Ohhhhh," the tavern owner begins, "it's Broadaxe you want. Why didn't you say so? He's in the back, he's been waiting there since this morning for someone. I guess that someone is you."
Zagnar and Khloemar speak with one another, while Malutassial remains quiet and mysterious, and eats his meal.
Post by marionarsis on Dec 28, 2015 10:44:09 GMT -5
He spoke to Pookas. "Ah, he's in the back. Thank you, sir."
Random turned to his colleagues seated at the table. "I'm going to check out the magic shop, to see if there's something there that's useful. We can meet at the edge of the village, near the Temple when we're done."
He looks at the dwarf. "I trust you can handle speaking with Broadaxe, and get him to come with us, without botching the job."
He then points at Malutassial and Khloemar. "You two have been quiet this whole trip. So quiet that it's starting to become creepy. Why don't you walk around, talk to some people, maybe get a clue or two as to what we can expect inside Darksmoke Mountain." He gestured to the adventuring types seated in the pub. "Like those people, for example."
Random then turned and left, heading for Flyman's Magick Shope.
Runkild goes back to his party mates, scratching the back of this head. When he arrives and learns about the name mishap, he feels quite a bit embarrassed. He decides to go and talk with Broadaxe as well.
Random makes the long walk out of the tavern, and to the southern end of the village. There, stands the small Flyman's Magick Shoppe. Inside, you find an elderly human standing behind a counter. He's playing his part well--he wears wizard's robes embroidered with stars and moons, a ridiculously long and pointed hat, and waves a fake wand back and forth.
You've caught him in mid-sentence. He's pitching the daily specials and curios he has for sale to a crowd of... no one. You, Random McBride, are the only one in the shop. Looking around, you see dozens of bottles on shelves, some rolled-up papers bound by red ribbon--scrolls perhaps--along with an assortment of powders, gels, necklaces, rings, bracelets, anklets, and earrings.
On one shelf you see plain rocks. They're labelled as Magic rocks. This shop can't be serious, can it? You turn around and all at once find the man standing next to you, his face inches from your own. "Going to the Mountain? Of course you are. Look how you're dressed, what you're carrying. I have a way to get you there quickly. Yes, very quickly indeed. No guide needed. Yes, no guide needed." He giggles like a schoolgirl.
Runkild follows Pookas' pointing finger, and walks down a hallway to a small room at the back of the tavern. Inside that room is a large humanoid about six-and-a-half-feet tall. He wears worn, stained leather armor and tosses darts at a target on the wall. Seated on the other side of the room is a human flipping playing cards on a table, playing Solitaire perhaps. The large humanoid's dart throwing isn't so good if the darts you see stuck to the board are any indication.
Pookas says to Zagnar, Khloemar, and Malutassial, "Is that all? Very well, I must be going. I have food to cook, a tavern to run." He departs from their table, and heads toward the kitchens.
Post by marionarsis on Dec 30, 2015 9:55:33 GMT -5
"You do?" Random asked, with skepticism. He doubted this fellow had anything but cheap, hedgerow magic tricks to sell, but he decided to hear him out. "Tell me about this guide-less method of yours. By the way, my name is Random. You are Flyman, I presume?"
With a nod to Random, the man acknowledges Flyman as his name. He delivers his spiel on his guide-less method to get to Darksmoke Mountain. "I have a spell, you see, a spell, indeed. I can transport you there, in whole, with all your gear, right up to the mountain, past the perils of the Swirling Forest. Yes, past the perils, you see?"
He strokes the scraggly hairs of his neck beard. "You're wondering about the cost, aren't you? Yes, I can read it in your eyes. I have a bargain, just for you, my friend. Fifty gold pieces. Fifty gold to bypass the terrors that lurk in the forest."
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The large humanoid turns around from his dart game when Runkild speaks to him. "Hello. Yes, I am Broadaxe." Small tusks extend out of his mouth, identifying his half-orcan lineage. It doesn't prevent him from speaking clear Common. "Is your party here? Are you ready to leave now, or do you prefer to wait a short time, enjoying all this tavern and village have to offer?"
With a small portion of red wine left in his glass, Malutassial enters the small room, followed by Khloemar.
Winip (who is Runip?), who has been standing outside the tavern, walks inside. The crowd has thinned somewhat, and he soon finds Zagnar. Together, the two join the others in the game room.
Broadaxe, now engaged with the group, leaves the darts resting on a table. If Winip wishes to throw them, he may go ahead.
"Greetings, Broadaxe. I cannot speak for everyone here, but I am ready to depart immediately." Malutassial drains the last of his wine, and sets the glass on the table. "How long is the journey likely to take?"