Riverbend [D&D 5e]
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				Title: <strong>Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>17-09-2015, 04:41:13</strong>
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				<strong>Late August, 30 Years After the Fall of the Empire, Silver Horn Tavern, Riverbend</strong><br><br>The wind howls over the plains and lightning flashes across the midnight sky. It rained softly all day and picked up when the sun went down, turning into a full downpour. The clouds and the night and the sharp wind make it uncharacteristically cold for this time of the year, and it would be a miserable night to be stuck outside.<br><br>Fortunately for our group of heroes, they are not. A combination of muddy roads, the knowledge of a warm bed anytime they wished at their friend's tavern, and a seemingly endless supply of ale and delicious bar food and good company has kept you all here after hours. Business was bad today because of the weather and the staff have gone home leaving just the proprietress behind the bar serving drinks to her friends. <br><br>You have all known each other for at least a year and become friends over that time. Moments like this when there is nothing to do but enjoy a good night of each other's company are rare, and it is time to make the most of it! <br><br>The stools at the bar are solidly made and some of them even have nice backs to lean against. The bar itself is polished and wonderfully designed, with a fireplace taking up most of one wall in the traditional dwarven fashion that nicely warms up the place even as the shutters rattle against the wind outside and the downpour tattoos the sturdy roof. The main are of the bar is empty, chairs up on the tables for the night, with only a small fire still burning in the kitchen for when the gang needs another round of munchables. The second story of the tavern is filled with nice little rooms, most of which are kept empty on purpose after the first few rounds of tenants all tried to rob the place, a nice coincidence that also provides a home away from home for the gang from time to time, especially on nights like this. <br><br><em>General chatter until the game begins for real!</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>18-09-2015, 21:12:17</strong>
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				Nice place, the Silver Horn. That was how she knew she was climbing that hill, musically. Didn't any good kind of satisfaction come from plumbing her voice for drunks and young women looking for a little color in their vacant lives. Wasn't any happiness bought with the coin, neither. The elders had taught her the merit of honest effort for payment rendered, and in these nebulous creative pursuits, you never could measure one against the other. Only evidence of a job well done was that it left her exhausted. If it weren't the mounting pressure funneling all that coin back into drink, it were the breath of Graz down her neck, rumbling low about what a hypocrite she was.<br><br>Wasn't any kind of happiness it bought, but it did pay for some nice things. It paid for the cloak she inverted over the half-back barstool, too fancy to sit in. The lining was a red velvet for show, and it gave her dramyin a nice cradle as she used the ornate back for a guitar stand. Wasn't nobody more coming, and a girl named Spooky was tired of keeping time for the rumbling thunder with the twang of seven strings.<br><br>"Supposed to be the spirits of the dead roaming the world, on a night like this." It was her best feature, that voice, warm and low and smoky just like the fireplace that brought strangers huddling. They followed their instincts, but not too far... not into a storm that begged for ghost stories. "Carrying testimony of grief to any ear unshielded. You catch a breeze through your hair and a chill like icy fingers, that's when you're Ridden."
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				Post by: <strong>Styracosaur</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 15:29:55</strong>
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				Geran couldn't resist a shudder at Spooky's words.&nbsp; Between the timbre of her voice and the content of the words themselves, she was a mistress of expressing emotion, fear, a nameless dread creeping up your spine, the feel of someone unfamiliar and menacing standing over your shoulder.&nbsp; Still, he took a drink from his ale and looked around the table at the gathered group of friends, brow furrowing slightly.&nbsp; He wondered if everyone else was buying what she was selling.<br><br>"So . . . ghosts come out when it rains?" he asked, dubious.&nbsp; He definitely believed that the spirits (and sometimes bodies) of the dead could rise and pursue some goal - and, as The Reaper commanded, they needed to be ushered back to their proper place when it happened.&nbsp; But for it to be triggered by the rain?&nbsp; That was stretching his credulity a bit too far.&nbsp; If simple bad weather could rouse the dead, what was the point of any of the funerary rites of any culture?&nbsp; How could there be an afterlife if the dead were so easily deprived of their rest?&nbsp; No, no, there had to be more to it than that, more complexity.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Hexed</strong> on <strong>20-09-2015, 04:41:17</strong>
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				With eyes closed Louis listens to Spooky's words as they roll through the tavern. At Geran's question he lets out a barking laugh before downing the last of his drink. His mug settles on the table with a thump as he leans in, the shifting of his large frame accompanied by the faint clinking of his chain mail. A grin twists his lips as his eyes flick from Spooky to Geran, a mischievous expression lighting up his face as he considers the two half-orcs.<br><br>"Could be. Plenty of misery in the rain after all." While his voice is light and cheery as he leans back upon his stool he runs a hand through his hair before dropping it to drum nervously against the head of his hammer in an old habit of his.&nbsp; A crack of thunder draws a wince from him as he glances at the door to the tavern. "I for one am glad not to be out in that mess running laps." With a shake of his head he focuses upon the bard, his features attempting to craft a look of innocence even as worry and mischief gleam in his eyes.<br><br>"What say ye oh Maiden of Song? Do the dead wail and raise their fury at the living on this night?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>21-09-2015, 03:18:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Female-Dwarf-avi.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Bubbles went about wiping down the bar while the rest of her friends settled in. They were a motley group to be sure and at the moment she was regretting giving them that last round. Apparently they had gotten to the morbid and gloomy portion of the evening.&nbsp; She expected it from Spooky, but when Geran and Louis joined in she rolled her eyes.&nbsp; It was way too early in the evening to being starting this kind of talk.<br><br>“May as well say its Korm’s final storm coming to wash us all away.” Bubbles chided.&nbsp; She thought the fear of thunder was just silly.&nbsp; The Greenbottle family lived in the hills around Karak Milt and unlike their grim brethren worshiped Balin and not the storm god Korm.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“It’s just Balin working at his forge. Each rumbling a strike of his hammer on the forge and the lighting are its sparks,” Bubbles explained with a shrug. “But I guess yours makes for a better song.”&nbsp; &nbsp;It was hard to fathom sometimes that the tall (for a dwarf) barkeep was at some as much in the forest and plains as she was behind the bar of her tavern.&nbsp; In the Silver Horn she wore billow skirts that twirled around her calves and a bodice laced tight enough to show of her thick hourglass figure and ample chest.&nbsp; Unlike many Dwarven women she kept her face shaved smooth.&nbsp; Always a rebel she hated the fact that Dwarven beauty was so superficial as to be defined by the richness of ones beard.&nbsp; This only served men who’s beard was naturally longer and fuller than a woman’s.&nbsp; She and many other young Dwarven women had taken to shaving their faces clean as a big thumb in the eye to Dwarven society.<br><br>Bubbles light blonde hair was braided intricately, a functional yet pleasing way to keep a customer from finding a three foot long hair in their stew.&nbsp; For a Karak Milt dwarf she had a positively effervescent personality, willing to carouse and joke along with her friends and customers.&nbsp; She had an adventurous streak that her father had hoped to cull by putting her in charge of the Silver Horn in Riverbend.&nbsp; It hadn’t worked.&nbsp; Bubbles stole Molle away to come with her to Riverbend and they had pulled together a decent enough group of workers and servant that Bubbles was comfortable leaving the Tavern in Molle’s hands when the urge to wander grew too strong to resist.<br><br>“And rain is nothing but water Geran.&nbsp; You afraid of a little rain? Maybe I should take away that beer before it brings you any misery.” She joked.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>22-09-2015, 01:39:50</strong>
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				Ailwin sipped his beer slowly as he listened to the conversation about him. Normally, he was the type to order wine, fulfilling the stereotype of the elven wine drinker, but when Bubbles sat an ale down in front of him he wasn’t about to insult her by turning it away.<br><br>“During the height of the Empire, the witch hunters were very thorough in eradicating both necromancers and those undead that arose of their own volition. Since that time cases of random possession have been relatively rare.” He said, taking a sip and then setting his mug down. “Furthermore, a ghost is likely to take a lone traveler out by himself rather than someone in a nice war pup sipping ale.”<br><br>He glanced around the room and then turned to Geran with an uncharacteristic grin on his face. “But if you’re really worried, I suppose you could convince one of us to walk you home.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenwoodtree</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 05:46:17</strong>
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				Stretching and yawning, Iliana sniffed at Spooky's choice of conversation.&nbsp; She knew enough of that sort of dark thing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, you should see what it's like when you come upon a broken galleon, just adrift...", she looked off into the fire's flames for a moment, before <div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/FRHpe8E.jpg)</div>shaking her head quickly and looking back at those seated across from her, "you won't just see the dead. There's other things that hang with them. The broken masts, twisted sails and rigging.&nbsp; Everything grey in a mist, no sound but..creaking...creaking. Strange flying things. Unless a hag is waiting for ya - I'd take an old ghost before dealing with the might of ones so ugly and terrible.&nbsp; And if you aren't careful, they will tag onboard and then there's a fine mess out at sea."<br><br>She twined some loose locks back into her reddish brown hair, piled on her head, but escaping as they always did, and took another large sip from her mug. Bubbles had the best mead she had drunk. <br>"Here's a toast to fine company, better than the ghostly greys of a lonely fog-filled night at sea anytime! One more?", Iliana asked with her shy smile, looking Bubbles' way, after downing the last of her drink.<br><br>"Who is up for a game?", she asked scooting back from the table and glancing quickly around before walking to the large fireplace and poking around in it with a piece of kindling, "with the sound of this storm, we may be here for awhile.&nbsp; Moma will be tucked in bed already anyway.&nbsp; I'm up for a little extra fun", she said, turning and glancing around her, grinning. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dhi</strong> on <strong>23-09-2015, 22:00:45</strong>
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				An accusation like half-orc was shot from the hip up north, irrespective of the mixture of blood. As for Spooky, she wore it like a badge of honor. There was an olive tint to her skin that back home was called <em>mud </em>but out here, scrubbed down and lacquered with shea butter, was just the exotic thing to make the pink farmer's daughters sick with envy. "Maybe." She shrugged. The shoulders of an orc were powerful. They tended to start just above the ribs and just beneath the skull in one solid yoke-breaking peak. Her mother's side had softened that delta. They were good cloak-bearing shoulders. "Don't know about any witch hunters, but I knew a boy named Endel."<br><br>That Geran alone responded to the story encouraged Spooky. She ignored the scoffs, the rolled eyes, the sarcasm. None of that fazed her. "Was finding my feet here in the south. Fell in with a caravan, they welcome me, say there's safety in numbers. But soon enough they put a sword in my hand, tell me to earn my keep." From the solid curve of a hip built to counter those powerful shoulders, she flashed the hint of her bronze blade. It had a name, runed between its blood grooves; not a poetic Elvish name but one as brutally predictive as her own. Spooky arrived to take part in this game, whatever it was.<br><br>"Endel is a brave lad. Used to go hunting with his old man, knows the outdoors. Wants to become a ranger one day. Bivouac sets down for the night, Endel goes to forage. Fresh rabbit never sounded so good. He doesn't come back before dark, storm comes in. Wind is howling. Sounds like voices. Sounds like Endel." Hazel eyes rimmed with bold black, reflective as silver in the long shadows of firelight, dipped down low under the weight of windblown walnut black hair cut short as though in anger, as though a rite of passage into the savagery of womanhood. "Fourteen torches go out into the woods calling Endel's name. Fourteen wet sticks come back. Isn't any sign of him til morning. We find him by the stream, soggy, dazed, round-eyed. Cold fish."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styracosaur</strong> on <strong>24-09-2015, 13:15:57</strong>
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				Geran listened to everyone speak, mouth twisting sourly.&nbsp; Yes, ha ha, make fun of the half-orc.&nbsp; He wasn't afraid of rain, he didn't think rain summoned the dead, but they all though it was sooo funny to act as though he did, and if he protested it would come off as weak.&nbsp; Buttheads.<br><br>And then before he could speak up to express his irritation at that, Spooky joined in and actually told a story.&nbsp; It was an entertaining one, as most of hers were, and he found himself listening closely.&nbsp; Her words put a trickle of anticipation into his belly, the eager anxiety to face a threat.&nbsp; He wasn't afraid; he'd been out in the woods too many times for a story of a forager going missing to really bother him.&nbsp; You went out, you did what you needed to do, and maybe you didn't come back; it was just the nature of the woods and wild places that there were threats far different from those of civilization.<br><br>"Nice story," he grunted.&nbsp; It could have been a lot of things in the storm, from a stupid accident to ghosts to bandits to something more monstrous - but still, there was no point to ruining the tale.&nbsp; No doubt everyone else would misinterpret that as a sign of weakness, and continue mocking him until he threw a chair at someone or punched them; that would be fair enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Greenwoodtree</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 06:43:27</strong>
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				Walking slowly back to the table, her skirts swishing slightly, Iliana listened as Spooky told her tale and the final words sent a chill up her spine.&nbsp; Settling in her chair again, she leaned forward on her forearms, her hazel eyes looking intently at Spooky.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, you do have a gift for words, and that's a talent to be sure.&nbsp; I'll gladly hear anymore stories you wish to share, but I hope we can beg more drinks from the proprietress", she said with a wink in Bubbles direction, "And maybe even convince her to join us here at table.&nbsp; Maybe even a drinking game."<br><br>Iliana blushed and looked down, she was not usually so forthcoming, but the atmosphere seemed right, and she was enjoying the prospect of spending this evening with friends she usually only saw briefly throughout the week.&nbsp; They each were so different, but special, and she looked forward to maybe getting to know them better on this dark, stormy night.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hexed</strong> on <strong>26-09-2015, 19:08:24</strong>
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				Keeping his focus upon Spooky Louis let her tale wash over him. As the story ended and the comments begin he gives a quick nod towards Geran, hands settling on the table as he leans in. "Did they ever figure out what had gotten him Songstress?" <br><br>Louis glances towards Iliana before letting out a chuckle even as his hands drop to dig through his belongings. "Trying to get us drunk to laugh at us when we do something crazy?" His smile widens as he tugs out a scrap of parchment and a bottle of ink. Quickly setting the bottle down he dips a quill in in and begins scribbling something down. <br><br>Soon finished with his scribbling he caps of the ink and begins cleaning his quill, a teasing grin curling his lips. "Lots of tales tonight that I'd rather not forget due to Iliana's game."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-09-2015, 20:15:34</strong>
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				As the friends continue to taunt and scare each other you are suddenly interrupted by a strong and insistent pounding on the locked front door.<br><br>"Please!" A desperate voice calls out, you recognize it as a male voice but nothing beyond that. "Please for pity's sake, I need your help!" It calls out. "Please!" The pounding continues on the door continues. <br><br>If anyone peeks out of the small viewing hole in the door or through the shutters to the side you will see one figure outside, a male figure of human size, somewhat on the heavy side wearing a thick green cloak with a hood pulled up to ward off the rain, although he appears to be soaked through with mud caked on his boots as if he has been outside for quite some time this night. 
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				Post by: <strong>Greenwoodtree</strong> on <strong>28-09-2015, 01:03:36</strong>
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				With the first bang, Iliana jumped, and then slide out of her chair to tiptoe over to the shutters quickly.&nbsp; She couldn't see much, but her eyes sought out Bubbles, seeking her reaction.<br><br>"I guess we won't be having another round yet", she said pointedly at Louis, raising one eyebrow, before turning back to the window, her breath fogging up the glass so she had to use her sleeve to clear it again.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Styracosaur</strong> on <strong>28-09-2015, 01:48:39</strong>
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				With a frown, Geran stood up from his seat.&nbsp; Stories were all well and good, but this had the promise of some sort of action.&nbsp; He watched Iliana look out the shutters, but she said little to alleviate his curiosity.&nbsp; So, never one to suffer the indirect route unnecessarily, he tramped over to the door and peered out the viewing hole.&nbsp; His half-orc eyes made easy work of the dark of night, picking out the man and his clothing, as well as no sign of blood, violence, or pursuit.&nbsp; He turned back.<br><br>"Hey Bubbles, it's just a fat human.&nbsp; Want me to let him in?"<br><br><em>Feel free to reference Geran opening the door at Bubbles' command; he'll also make way if anyone else comes up and needs/wants to take a look through the viewing hole themselves.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>caelcormac</strong> on <strong>28-09-2015, 04:18:14</strong>
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				Seeing that Geran hadn't risen to his bait, Ailwin let Spooky tell her story without comment. When Iliana suggested a game he smiled and said "If your in the mood for games I wouldn't say no to a round of darts if anyone else was interested." But if anyone was interested, he never found out because then there was a loud bang at the door.<br><br>Ailwin started to stand, intending to check the door himself, but Geran beat him to it and he settled back in his chair. "Let the poor man in." he said after hearing who it was. "It must be important for him to have come here in this mess."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hexed</strong> on <strong>29-09-2015, 00:09:53</strong>
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				Louis's grin drops with the bang upon the door. As the faster folk move in response he stands up, a low laugh slipping from him before he nods at Iliana. "Seems so. A shame as I was hoping I wouldn't be the drunk one doing stupid things."<br><br>At Geran's words he moves over towards the door, a hand resting on his hammer while he stays far enough to the side to be out of the way but close enough to offer aid. His head bobs as he attempts to keep his attention both on the door and Bubbles.&nbsp; "Suppose the question now is... Who is he expecting here that he needs help from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crash</strong> on <strong>29-09-2015, 02:29:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Female-Dwarf-avi.jpg)</div>There were calls for another round to ward off the chill and another story from Spooky, but the motley crew of misfits that were the regulars of the Silver Horn seemed to shake off the morose tones of Spooky’s tale and take it for what it was.&nbsp; A story told by a talented if troubled bard.&nbsp; It truth they all has stories, some darker than others and some downright comedic, but all as unique as the individual.<br><br>&nbsp;“Aye, one more round, but after this you all can serve yourself, I’m done working for the night.” She called pulling on a tap to fill another round and carry them over to the table with the balance of a juggler.&nbsp; “What game do you have in mind Iliana?” Bubbles asked always one up for a little fun.&nbsp; She had just settled herself down in a chair when the pounding came from the door and the pleas of a man could be heard.<br><br>&nbsp;“Good night, what now?” The normally perky dwarf gave the door a look of exasperation and waved to Geran to let the man in.&nbsp; “Yeah, yeah let’s see what the rain washed up on our door.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>29-09-2015, 03:03:45</strong>
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				Geran unbolts the door and pulls it open just enough for the chubby man to stumble in, midway through another solid bang on the door.<br><br>"Oh thank Kerella, thank Malala, thank all of the Gods!" He says, breathing heavily. He staggers in through the door, tracking thick mud on Bubbles's otherwise spotless floor and collapses into a chair by the fire. "Truly you must be heroes to come to a wretched soul in need like myself." He pulls his hood back, revealing slightly pointed ears and soft, elven features. He appears to be a half-elf or quarter-elf on closer inspection. He has bushy brown hair and is dressed like a well to do traveler. He appears to be about ten years older than any of you.<br><br>The man holds his hands up to the fire as he drips water and mud all over. "Dretcher and Augustine said you would help! They said you were the ones to turn to for one in my situation!" You all recognize the names of two local barflies who never struck you as anything other than local barflies who hang around in all the North Riverbend bars at some point or another. They both cleared out of the Silver Horn earlier as things were dying down and you'd bet anything they went to a whorehouse. <br><br>"She's been kidnapped!" He blurts out as if keep your attention. "Kidnapped by wretched creatures of the Old Night when we were not an hour from arriving safely! Quickly, young heroes I need your help! My wagon was ambushed!" He suddenly grabs the back of his head. "I was attacked from behind! They took the Lady Victoria!" He sobs, seeming truly desperate now, "I need your help to rescue her! And maybe a few beers...and a chicken leg or two if you have any..."<br><br>The man appears frantic and desperate, but not too frantic and desperate to stop thinking of his own needs. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Bubbles</div><div class="spoiler_body">As you realize how badly he has tracked mud on your floor, you recognize a few leaves mixed in with the mud that grow on trees in the forests west of town, this man has indeed been out in the wilderness. Also the sheer volume of mud he has tracked suggests to you he has traveled on his feet for an hour at least.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Riverbend [D&amp;D 5e]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>01-10-2015, 06:39:27</strong>
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				<em>Game called off due to lack of interest.</em>
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