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  1. Ben nodded while covering a yawn with his palm. Yes, you're right. I'm sleepy as hell anyway. - He turned to Zell - We'll look into it. In case when we find anything where can we find you? Depends, but I mostly stick to my house. It's one of those near lakes shore, with red shutter. If you have a trouble finding it just ask anyone, they'll show you. If I'm not at home then ask my wife. If she does not know where am I then I'm in tavern. Simple as that, hehehe... *hick*... - Zells laughter was interrupted by drunken hiccups. Yea, I figured as much. All right, see you around. - Ben turned his head looking for Bleidd but she was already gone. He stared for few second at the place where he was convinced she was just standing. He then looked again for Zell, but he seemed to hardly see anything at this point. Ben sighted and headed alone to the tavern hoping, that Bleidd will reappear in the morning. He ordered a small, surprisingly cozy room with a single bed and wooden chair placed by windowsill. He left all his belonging in disarray and felt asleep. Day 2, morning Sun rays fell on Bens face waking him up. He stayed in bed for a couple of minutes thinking about what he had to do before he decided to dress up. When Ben entered the main hall tavern was almost empty except for bartender busy with cleaning a bar and Bleidd sitting by empty plate. She seemed a little vexed and he wondered if it's due to his late appearing. Before he joined her Ben got himself a cup of coffee and some leftovers from yesterdays dinner. “Don't know your current situation is with regards to gear but i found an Outfitters and a Smith. And what I assume is an Apothecary and some kind of not your average weaponsmith...take your pick.” "Yeah, I could use a weapon, I doubt they have guns here though... - He made a pause to bite some bread and take a sip of coffee, than continued. - Regarding our investigation I think we should look for this Timwald fella that Zell mentioned yesterday. The way he mentioned him makes me think that we'll find him on cemetery though... but still he might have some friends or relatives that may know something so I would call this a start, what do you think?
  2. @Syxanthie Round 'em up! Location: Yard in front of Tavern of Legend Day 1, night It was already dark outside and the only nearby source of light remaining were the lanterns standing on dimly lit yard in front of Tavern of Legend. Somewhere in the distance one could hear villagers heading towards the tavern to grab a drink and rest after the long day of work. Chatter and laughter used to be merrier back in more carefree times but despite all the evil that fell upon them, locals managed somehow to move on with their lives. The air smelled with wild thyme and other common herbs smashed by the boots of wary travellers roaming the path all day long. Chilly wind moved the branches of tall silverleaf poplars stretching across the path. Even in the darkness it was still possible to see that most of the tree crowns were heavily infected with mistletoe. Suddenly the tavern doors opened when three characters with drinks in their hands left tavern and stopped under branchy linden dwarfing a shack beneath. For a moment all of them were focused on contents of their glasses, but after a while man wearing fisherman coat spoke up. Allright, listen up. I don't know how much do you know about recent events around here so I will start from the very beginning. After the the battle with the Lich-asshole-Lord and his army of smelly corpses, as you can imagine, tavern and neighbouring villages suffered many losses, people and goods alike. In order to rebuild we needed resources and for us only way to get them were by trade. Only thanks to her, ol' lady reputation out in the world - Zell pointed with his thumb at the tavern behind his back - merchants were interested in taking a risk and coming to this shithole. And why you ask?! - Zell barked and poured himself another one with such a verve, that he managed to spill a bit of bourbon on Ben and Bleidd listening to his story. Ben started to think that despite Zells attitude towards them he enjoyed having an audience. ...I'll tell you why! - Zell remained completely oblivious to the fact, that his audience wished only that he cuts to the chase already - Because such grim circumstances always attract vultures, oh, yes and it was the case here as well. Not long after the battle was over we had all sorts of these "guests" - Zell spat with contempt - raiders, looters, bandits and other vermin. Not only they desecrated our dead and plundered empty houses, like there were supposed to be any riches, but they also hunted for caravans, these assholes! These bastards knew that after the battle we had no means to protect them. Or so they were thinking. They. Were. Wrong. - Zell raised his voice waving his finger maniacally. Ben could hardly hide yawning. Their main mistake was to underestimate us. When news of first attacked caravan reached us we organised militia from what was left of us and we hit them hard. Idiots weren't even trying to hide. They were camping near the main trading route. It was glorious, no casualties on our side. We cut their heads of and put them on the pikes as an example for... Alright, alright, I'll stop you right there. - Ben cut in - Tell us only what we need to know, we don't have whole night. Zell spat again - I was going to, stop interrupting! So, what was I...? Ah, the thing is, that we always managed to repel looters ourselves. It was always just a bunch of idiots that hoped for some easy money. And after we rebuild there is nothing to loot out there! So we thought we no longer have to worry about the bandits, at least not more than usual. But then these guys came. Zell was lost in thought for a moment and then he continued in somewhat more serious manner - Yeah, these bandits are different. They are fast, hit hard and what is worst they are smart. They never attack at day, always wait till caravan falls asleep. They leave no tracks either. Luckily they are not up for killing... mostly. We had few nasty injuries but it was all so far... except for the last time. Poor Timwald... - Zell made a brake with a painful expression. So... would you look into it for me? For us? I'm not asking you kill them, nor catch them. Any help, even information about their whereabouts could prove useful for us and it would be generously rewarded. Pay will be better if you get the bastards of course. (OOC: So after a little [2 months?] brake we manage to start! In case somebody would be interested in joining please write a PM to me or to @Syxanthie so we can discuss how to smoothly add your character to the story. Just keep in mind that pace of this thread maybe quite slow [1 post a week at best i guess])
  3. Sure, good luck with exams ?
  4. Any LOTR enthusiasts out there?
  5. @Bohemian Eagle - To be honest I knew nothing about it. Earlier (old OOC thread) I asked Supernal how do we handle Zell and he said the we should play it on our own so I had no idea you wanted to join us, sorry... At this point we intended to create separate thread to proceed with the quest there. You are welcome to join us if you want to (as a Zell or other character). Right now I have a little time to play as I'm finishing my studies and it's quite "absorbing". I'm not sure what about @Syxanthie as she has not replied yet, but I'll send her PM later.
  6. Ben was more skeptic. In his opinion certain places to start could point you to swift end. Being a hothead and taking random job just because none alternative was available at the time, especially from a guy that apparently tried to trick them into taking it before telling the details seemed like a rather poor idea. With this attitude of yours its no wonder that no one has solved your problem yet. What's stopping us from quitting the job after you tell us what is it about? That I'm not telling you a shit unless I hear a magical sentence "I'm in". - Zell replied. Silence has fallen over the table during which Ben wondered how to talk down Zell and Zell stared longingly at his empty glass. One would say it lasted infinity long unless Otto came and released the tension by bringing them bottle of bourbon in one hand and two glasses in other. Ben reached for a bottle, and filled everyone glasses. He noticed that more and more people entered a tavern and he suddenly realized that it got dark outside. All right - Kraft started and took a sip from his glass. - We already knew your problem had something to do with bandits robing merchants on trail so we're not going to drop this job just because we are afraid of getting our hands a little dirty by eliminating them. But if you tell me, after I agree to take part in this, that there is... I don't know... a hundred of them? Then whatever promise you'll gonna force on me you can't expect me to keep the promise, right? Zell who was busy with his glass during this speech sighted - And why would I do that? Hells takes me, if I knew you are going to complain that much I wouldn't bother talking to you. No, it's nothing the two of you can't handle so stop bitching and tell me if you take this job or not. Ben remained silent for a short while and nodded affirmatively. Great. Come now, I'll tell you what needs to be done, but not here. You can never be sure who's listening... Aaand take the bottle! - Zell got up and headed tavern doors. Ben unwillingly followed him with glass in his hand. (OOC: I think we can continue this in another thread from now on) @Syxanthie
  7. Not waiting for Otto to answer Ben turned on his heel and with hands in pockets he approached slowly the table, where lonely character fought an uneven battle with his liquid adversary. When Ben walked around the table he faced a middle aged blond man with bushy mustache almost completely covering his mouth. He was wearing an dark-brown, riddled oilskin emitting intense oily scent mixed with aroma of fish. Despite his "fishermans" appearance he looked like he spent most of the day fishing in his in glass than actually fishing. When Zell noticed Ben casting a shadow on his table he raised his head. Whatcha lookin' at? - he grumbled impatiently and finished his drink with one gulp. Ben raised his eyebrows. - At a poor sod that looks for solution to his problems in wrong place apparently - he responded pointing with his finger at an empty glass. - Can we join you? - he added nodding at Bleidd direction. Go pester someone else. I'm not in a mood for chit-chat. - seeing that Ben and Bliedd remained where they were he sighted and added - All right, do what you want... Ben smiled slightly, took a seat and encouraged Bleidd with a gesture to do the same. @Syxanthie
  8. @supernal Roger that! @Syxanthie Sure, I think we'll work this out but after the New Year as I'll be away for a couple of days.
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