The Evil of Ravenholm - Chapter 1: The Dark City

[iDragow]

Once more shrugging his shoulders, this time the Bugbear stooped over the Orc and released the straps holding the creature's sheath. Pulling the sheath free, he then went about attaching the weapon holster to his back.

When he had gotten it in place and comfortable, he sheathed the sword over his shoulder, and once more adjusted it so that it rested well. "No sense letting a blade like this go to waste. It might prove useful in the future," he muttered to himself as he laced one of the belts tighter.

"I do wish you hadn't upset the member in question. It will just make getting the more interesting, well paying jobs harder to attain for us, should we decide to ally with them."  

[Arc Vembris]

Hars practices matching Krusk's face, which is a bit humorous on top of the female's body.  

[joe-dude667]

"The man offered his apologies and we have made amends." The bird says stiffly before laughing at Hars' new form.  

[Vorastrix]

"Him?! Apologize to you?!" Pelloth let out a hearty laugh, "If you're going to lie, tell a better one then that." Pelloth didn't pursue the matter further becuase if the Kenku had done something else stupid, he would hear of it eventually and there really wasn't anything he could, or cared to do about it now. "Come," Pelloth said to the rest, "let us adjourn to the tavern." Before heading off in it's direction."  

[Arc Vembris]

Hars digs in her pack briefly an producing a knit cap and putting it onto the fallen Krusk's head.

She resume's the hobgoblin's face and follows after Pelloth.  

[NayrVentess]

The Bloodstone Tavern and Inn

Pelloth, you step into the Inn you know quite well now, Hars close behind you. You are in the large main room of the Inn. Many tables are set around the room, and there is a long bar at the far side and stairs to your left. The tavern is quite full and there is a low din of voices, many different languages are being spoken.

There are goblins playing 'Knifey Knife', a group of gnolls and half-orcs playing dice games, and a few humans and an elf playing cards. There is also of course, a smattering of other races sitting around drinking. It isn't the jovial kind of pub you may see in Valleta, but it is the kind of pub that Ravenholmiens like.  

[Arc Vembris]

Hars enters, becoming a male drow as he passes from outside to in. He hangs close to Pelloth and caresses the hilts of his twin shortswords.  

[NayrVentess]

You notice from the bar that Murder, the Tiefling owner of the Bloodstone Tavern is glaring at you. But that isn't anything unusual, he glares at everybody.  

[SporkMaster5000]

Gerash follows the other two into the tavern an makes his way toward an empty table (or a nearly empty one, happy to excuse any errant patrons from it). "Hey Murder, stop staring and get us a round," he shouts to the tiefling at the bar.  

[iDragow]

Grashuk joined the others in the Inn, looking at each of the inhabitants in turn. Keeping a mental list of each and every person in the building, he joined Gerash at the table.

"Now, I don't know what everyone else thinks, but I feel that we should at least hear them out. It would be nice to get even more money for pillaging villages. Imagine if we had been getting paid for Paolun, on top of what we got from the village itself."

The Bugbear leaned back in his chair, slinging one arm over the back. "Beside, it couldn't hurt to get close to the REAL power in this town."  

[SporkMaster5000]

"Mmm," Gerash replied, "Speaking of real power, that sage I mentioned to Hars, her death is a request from the high priestess of Vecna herself. There's no reason we should play favorites as far as gaining connections in town goes, yes? The more the merrier."  

[joe-dude667]

"We should hear what this Daelos has to say before we decide anything." Cain mutters to the group as he takes a seat. "If they have nothing worthy to offer us we can deal with the sage."  

[NayrVentess]

Murder continued to glare at Gerash mainly, as he poured mugs of ale. His daughter (who you knew from before) then brought them on a tray over to your table. She is a very attractive Tiefling with big breasts, white teeth and lots of charisma. She smiles at you all as she lays the tray down. She does it while standing next to Gerash and making sure that her exposed cleavage comes very close to brushing your face. She then walks back, winking at Gerash, you have heard that she is apparently a necrophiliac...  

[Arc Vembris]

"Lucky stiff" Hars mutters under his breath, though loud enough for the pun to deal psychic damage. Hars considers his lecherous corpse form, but files it away for later. He takes his mug and drinks before speaking.

"I'll be glad to take any or all of these jobs."  

[SporkMaster5000]

"Yes what luck, I've attracted the eye of a bosomy tart, my afterlife is complete," Gerash says irritably once the girl is far enough not to hear. The wizard had long grown accustomed to the girl's advances. Unfortunately for her, Gerash found power much more attractive than anything she might be keeping in her blouse.