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Post by mister frau blucher on Jan 9, 2012 12:30:20 GMT -5
Reynaldo slaps Norx in the back, "I know we've been doing more talking than fighting or drinking good friend. We'll be in the mountain where you'll see enough action soon enough." The comraderie seems to catch Norx off guard, then he relaxes a bit and smiles. "Ah, you know me too well my friend. My blade is thirsty."
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Post by mister frau blucher on Jan 9, 2012 12:33:18 GMT -5
"Ballards?" Tembo nods "Thank you. Is there a healer in your group with whom I could share some of knowledge of herbs as thanks?" Gort shakes his head. "Healers are a bit rare, and hiring one for a trading expedition, while ideal, saps all your profit in such a venture, such are the rates they claim. I believe those that operate out of the trading post have their own secret, price-fixing union; perhaps you can get to the bottom of it when you arrive!"
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Post by mister frau blucher on Jan 10, 2012 12:11:50 GMT -5
[Shadout and Gort have had their discussion, so proceed when you guys are ready.]
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Post by Lord Inar on Jan 11, 2012 11:41:17 GMT -5
So with Rrollwuh and Enyeto along, Reynaldo approaches the guards outside the manor. "Good sir, with whom do we entreat for access to the mountain?"
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Post by mister frau blucher on Jan 11, 2012 14:56:23 GMT -5
The bright scarlet doors are twice your height. A bent, white-furred caprian in a green robe is standing beside the two guards, talking. He looks up at your approach and hail.
The caprian seems to roll his eyes, then invites you in. "Follow me, humans and...cats." You come into a large hallway decorated with garish paintings. He takes you through an arch and guides you to a chamber hung in brooding black and red tapestries, dimly lit by ebon candles.
“Lord Varm will be with you shortly.”
There are no chairs or stools; the chamber is bare of any furnishings. But your wait is brief as a caprian in a chainmail hauberk enters, with four similarly armored goatmen on either side, but wielding greatswords.
“Entrance into Cygnosa?” the foremost says. “I left wine for this?” He laughs with a wheeze. “No matter. It will cost you fifty silvers - not each, but one sum for your whole group - to use my stairs to access the mountain."
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Post by Lord Inar on Jan 11, 2012 16:14:23 GMT -5
"Your price is indeed most fair, but may we exchange a reduced fare for knowledge of something specific within the mountain, say news of uprisings, new tolls, and the like upon our return?"
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Post by mister frau blucher on Jan 11, 2012 17:54:00 GMT -5
Lord Varm gives a dismissive bark of laughter. "You think we are oblivious to what transpires within the mountain, and beyond? Fah. Or is it that you are cheap? You will not get far if that is the case. Or are you simply being prudent, 'hedging your bets" as the saying goes, eh? Well, no matter.
"No."
He then scratches his chin with a stubby paw. "Hmmm. If, on your return, you feel you have some information of value to us, we would certainly negotiate at that point. But for now, 50 silvers."
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Post by Lord Inar on Jan 12, 2012 18:04:11 GMT -5
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Post by mister frau blucher on Jan 12, 2012 22:50:51 GMT -5
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