Post by dtspurrier on Aug 11, 2014 10:19:12 GMT -6
Sergi response to bartender in West End Tavern
Sergi drinks some more of the local beer, "you know with this town having lots of vineyards and orchards, I am surprised the taverns don't have a contract with a local import/export guild in Verbobonc city. With the quality of cider and wine you seem to have I am surprised business is not doing well. I know my family does a lot of river/water export/imports, but I can talk to them and see if they can help if you like. Although I probably would have to speak with the Baron right? or can each tavern make their own business decision on selling their wares? "
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 11, 2014 11:45:33 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 10 for Sergi, (Koldo, Aingeru):
The innkeeper, a bald, mustached man named Egun, looked puzzled. "So, do you three work for a merchant...?"
Aingeru stepped forward and slapped Sergi on the back at that. "This man is a merchant!" Aingeru said cheerily. "He just dresses like a rogue so he can operate his business more discreetly. Right, Sergi?"
"Ah, I see!" Egun said, cheered by that. "Well, I suppose that makes some sense. In that case, I can tell you that your guess is correct; the baron would have to approve the contract and set taxes and/or tariffs on it. But it is the vinters you would want to talk to; I'm just their middle man to the public, as you would be. The Foruria family is the largest supplier of wine in the township. Their estate is about a quarter-mile north of here.
"Say, would any of you be interested in a game of morris?" Egun asked, either remembering his manners or intentionally changing the subject.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 11, 2014 11:58:09 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 10 for Ramon:
Ramon continued to question Illan, the servant in the chapel.
"I'm sure your questions are no trouble at all," Illan said cheerily. "I'll just do my best to answer them. Who lives in the keep is the easiest -- that would be the baron, Baron Danel, who is also our Lord Mayor. He's a good man, very generous to the chapel and a devout follower of Heironeous. The second noble...let me think -- oh, you're probably referring to Dame Avella, as her village is very near here. It's smaller than Penwich...poorer, though it pains me to speak ill of our neighbors. I would have forgot to mention her, but then she does come to every fest week the baron holds. That's all I know about how they get along.
"Now, you've flummoxed me about a big battle. That was fought here recently?"
Ramon made it clear he was referring to the famous Battle of Emridy Meadows.
"Oh, that! Yes, well, that was ages ago now, wasn't it? And not that close to here either. I believe the battlefield is some...oh, 10 or more miles south of here. I'm not sure there's even a path that leads there anymore, actually."
By now, they were joined by a man wearing clerical rainments, partially concealed under a huge, curly brown beard. "Father Ganix," Illan said. "We have a visitor from Verbobonc."
"I see..." Father Ganix, a portly -- almost spherical -- man said. "It is a pleasure to welcome a fellow clergyman, if I am not mistaken. And speaking of mistaken..." Ganix continued after shaking Ramon's hand, "I am afraid Illan has unknowingly said something untrue. Or has forgotten the pilgrimage I took just two years ago to Emridy Meadows. A path does remain that leads there."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 18, 2014 11:06:40 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 10 for Axen, Clybe:
The two adventurers bravely went off on their own to the Village Tavern. A busty woman was sweeping the front porch and welcomed them both.
"Come in and welcome, strangers!" she said. "We welcome the little folk here. There is stew in the kettle for those needing a late breakfast and, if you're gaming men, the best checker players in all of Penwick are waiting inside."
Indeed, a quick glance into the common room showed that there were seven farmers inside, either playing or watching two simultaneous games. There was hearty conversation about something going on, but it died down when the strangers were noticed.
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 18, 2014 12:04:34 GMT -6
turn 10 response for Sergi
Sergi smiles and says, "thank you egun for the information about the Foruria family. Do I need an appointment to meet with them or does one of their representatives come here to deliver the wine to you? As far a game of Morris I am not really good at that game, but Aingeru, do you know the game, morris?"
Ramon smiled in greeting to Father Ganix. The two of them went into the shrine and took a seat.
Ramon asked him, "A pilgrimage to the battle site. How very fine. Tell me, what is it like there? I had heard that the Countess of Penwich's parents had fought in that battle at a bridge? Is that correct?"
Clybe thrived on situations like this. He stepped right over to the checker boards and took a seat to watch one of the games. He glanced at the spectators, looked for the one that seemed the most friendly, and whispered with a smile, "I hear the good checker players play here... the name's Clybe." Clybe knew that in rural taverns, people often wagered on games like these, so he was willing to drop a few gold to build up some rapport with these fellows by betting on the losing players and engaging in some camaraderie.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 19, 2014 9:56:16 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 11 for Sergi:
"Appointment? No, I'd think not, but I don't know for sure..." Egun the Tavernkeeper was saying to Sergi. "I haven't been out there to their homestead in ages. I do get deliveries every other Waterday, though, to make sure I'm amply stocked. Very good of you to show such concern for business around here, I'm sure."
"I know the game, but I'm no expert," Aingeru said.
"I bet I'm better," Koldo said. "Come, Aingeru, sit and play against me and we'll see. As long as we won't be leaving right away, Sergi...?"
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 19, 2014 10:09:26 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 11 for Ramon:
Ramon sat with the village priest, Ganix, and talked more.
"You have done your research well! I did not know anyone in Verbobonc still knew of that bridge and its significant role in stemming the flow of the forces of Chaos north. Yes, that lies a little over halfway between here and the battlefield. A hundred grave markers symbolically mark the field, though of course many, many more died there on those fell days. But other than the graves...it is actually quite peaceful there. The grass has long since grown back and is lush and green. I recall one beautiful morning where there was such a delicious breeze, and such a clear blue sky over that lush greenery, that I wept for a moment at the handiwork of our gods."
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 19, 2014 10:39:15 GMT -6
Day 5, turn 11 for Sergi:
Sergi smiles as the two men sat down and played the game. Sergi looks on to the game to make sure he understood the rules. He then asks Egun, "Egun how long have had this tavern? Did the Foruria family buy you out or are they your chief provider of spirits? If a person was to open a place here what are the rules? licenses? Also have you considered exporting your local wine to other cities/towns? Something also to consider with advertising could lead to more customers and more people would like to stay in this town instead of passing through."
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2014 10:39:36 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 19, 2014 11:00:59 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 11 for Axen, Clybe:
Axen was offered a choice of mead, white beer, or spiced apple cider to drink. Breakfast was a curious blood pudding with onions. Initially, there was not much talking to overhear, though more developed once Clybe worked the room.
Clybe's offer of betting gold on the games of checkers was met by immediate reactions of surprise and concern -- until Clybe softened it by offering to place five-to-one odds against him, so the locals only had to bet 4 sp against his 1 gp. The locals warmed up to this, and two laborers pooled their money to bet against him. Once Clybe lost the wager, he was welcomed like a conquering hero into their midst.
Now conversations started up again. It started with the weather, then conditions on the road from Verbobonc, and finally more personal questions, like where Axen and Clybe were from and what they did for a living.
"I've never had a problem with halflings," one of the farmers said. "Much easier to deal with than pixies."
When pressed for more details on that, the locals related how there was a fairly aggressive group of pixie-hunters in the area. They had never killed anyone, yet, but they did tend to attack people when the pixies thought their hunting was being interrupted.
People came and went from the tavern while Axen and Clybe were there, but they -- particularly Clybe -- had made such a good impression that people asked how long he'd be staying before they left and shook his hand.
Of the people who came, some newcomers were greeted with surprise.
"Hextor's bells, Javier, is that you?" someone said.
Javier was one of the two travelers, dusty from some path dustier than the road from Verbobonc, who had just come in. From other snatches of conversation, it became clear that these two were from the neighboring village of Avella.
"It is truly wonderful to behold such wonders. I recall my own time at the monastery, the graveyard was a place of special peace. I have traveled here to right the wrongs visited upon the Countess's family. Clearly their misfortune is a result of evil and chaotic forces. I have brought a band of would-be heroes to find the lost treasure of the family. My only clue is a riddle."
Ramon was struck by an idea, "Would be willing to listen to the riddle? Your local knowledge might prove invaluable. In particular, we have only a guess at where to begin our search and perhaps you can offer insight into local landmarks that might fit the rest of the riddle as well."
If Ganix proved amenable, Ramon shared the riddle with him.
Axen kept separate from Clybe and mostly just listened. He didn't want to associate Clybe with a halfling; although halflings were accepted just fine here, they weren't on equal footing with people and with Clybe's run of success in digging up information and building relationships, Axen did not want to interfere.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 20, 2014 9:35:16 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 12 for Sergi, (Koldo, Aingeru):
The three men whiled away their morning in the West End Tavern, until the farm folk had all left and it was just Egun entertaining them. His wife would occasionally peek in from the kitchen to remind Egun about chores that needed doing.
"Can't be helped, woman!" Egun would say. "Can't you see I've got customers?"
Koldo won at nine men's morris and Sergi observed that Aingeru made the mistake of concentrating his pieces in one area of the board.
"This tavern's been mine since my daddy left it for me," Egun said when he went back to talking to Sergi. "He built it himself, back when we used to get more traffic from Verbobonc. I can't say I'm the Foruria's chief customer, as they sell to several local businesses. I'm not sure I recall what the laws are for starting a business around here. You'll have to talk to someone who started their own business lately, like our new furrier. The old one got chased out of town by pixies and never came back. No, I don't want to export wine. I'd have to hire more people then. Just me and the Mrs. can run the tavern, and that suits us fine. What's advertising?"
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 20, 2014 11:31:50 GMT -6
Sergi says, "thanks for the information. Advertising is making the public aware of a product and then selling them the idea to trying the product in order to bring in more business and new customers. My family is a legitimate merchant family and not only to we deal in the export/import business by contracting our services to merchants. We deliver there cargo, primarily by boat, but I want to go more then just river, overland seems interesting. Plus unlike merchant guild halls, which bring in private security, which charges a customer a lot of money, we try to make deals with the merchants/vendors. "
Sergi takes another sip, "you know if you can get more business you can then hire more people, eventually retire, and if you want open this place up to become an inn. Although you said Pixies were a nuasance to you, especially the furrier. We met some on the way to town and they attacked us, is this common. What is provoking them?"
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 21, 2014 11:27:12 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 12 for Ramon:
Ganix did agree to listen to the riddle. He listened to the riddle and the whole backstory with it and then seemed to be thinking about it very, very hard. "Hmm...lots of gods referenced there. Some of them sound pretty obscure, not even all in the same pantheon. I suppose that means that there is something descriptive about each god that is a clue. One might have to actually be there to see how any of that serves as a description. Although...we could pray, together, for more guidance."
Illan had asked to leave by now, on an errand. Ganix knelt and offered to lead Ramon in prayer.
Ramon agreed to join Ganix in prayer. He was disappointed that a man with more local knowledge had not offered useful information but that was certainly not his fault. It was nice to join another member of the faith in communion even though it had only been a day since Ramon had prayed at the Temple.
After their prayers, if no inspiration was forthcoming for either of them, Ramon bade Ganix farewell and went looking for his companions. There was still enough time in the day to head for Avella.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 21, 2014 12:39:37 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 12 for Axen, Clybe:
Axen hung back, charitably offering to be bored so Clybe could do better.
Clybe did what he did best, schmooze and ingratiate himself in with people. Javier seemed open to his advances, though not enthusiastically friendly.
"Nice to meet you," Javier said after Clybe introduced himself. "I'm just here to see if I've a buyer for these..." he said, and he pulled a broach of dead quail from a large sack. "I chased these birds through the underbrush over halfway here, so I thought, why turn around and walk all the way back to Avella to sell them?"
"Sold!" the tavernkeeper hollered. "Quail's on the menu for supper tonight, everyone!" he added, to cheers.
"How are things in Avella?" someone else asked, anticipating Clybe's question.
"Quiet as ever," Javier said. "Where did you say you were from again, stranger?" Javier asked Clybe, despite the fact that Clybe had already introduced himself by name.
((Assuming Clybe says Verbobonc...)) Javier smiled at Clybe's response, paused, and asked, "You're not a henchman for that adventuring party wandering all over, are you? I don't know who they are, but they look about as lost as I've ever seen someone."
Clybe paused for a minute, deciding whether to lie or not. Given that this fellow had likely already met Ramon, who was the one person in the rest of the party Clybe had confidence in, he decided to tell a version of the truth that would probably be compatible with what Javier had heard.
"I'm traveling with them. I can only really speak for myself and the other cleric in the group, but we're attempting to solve a puzzle of sorts that has been presented to our order, so a bit of confusion is simply part of the situation. Along the way, we seem to have acquired a few ... shall we say, hangers-on... that are less certain as to the goal and mostly seem to want an adventure and an excuse to see things outside of Verbobonc. In fact, one of the fellows with us was a town guardsman in Verbobonc until a few days ago. He heard we were leaving and just spontaneously left his job to go with us. They're not exactly well-traveled folk, but their hearts are in the right place, I think."
Clybe glanced over Javier's shoulder and looked Axen right in the eye. He was pretty sure that Axen understood the social game that Clybe was playing, but you never know sometimes.
Axen almost choked on his drink when he heard Clybe's response. Talk about a careful dance with the truth! Still, it was a pretty good tale to tell, Axen supposed. Axen had started looking out the windows and doors of the tavern to see if any of the other party members were coming near; he had already decided to walk out of the tavern separately from Clybe to provide some cover and separation and let the others know that Clybe was learning the lay of the land.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 22, 2014 9:55:13 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 12b for Axen, Clybe:
Javier smiled and responded. "You may want to catch up to your party, then, as they're probably deep in the fens by now..."
Which came as something of a shock. It was true, Axen and Clybe had spent several hours here already, talking and watching games of checkers being played, but surely the others had not left without them?
Then Clybe remembered having heard several days ago of a rival band of adventurers who this quest had been intended for -- the Harvester's Heroes.
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 22, 2014 10:15:53 GMT -6
Sergi replies, "gentlemen finish your drinks and I see one of our companions has joined us." He shakes hands with Egun and says, "Egun it was a pleasure meeting you, when we return with our business, since we will be passing through this town again, I will definitely stop here for a drink and meal. You have a fine establishment."
Last Edit: Aug 22, 2014 10:19:17 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by dtspurrier on Aug 22, 2014 10:44:40 GMT -6
Sergi replies to Ramon, "besides wine business which my family might be interested in I discovered the following. One, that there is no inn here. Due to business declining the inn here closed. If we want to stay in town we either rent space with a farmer or camp outside. According to the innkeeper the main supplier is the Foruria family is the largest supplier of wine in the township. Their estate is about a quarter-mile north of here. Any writs or taxation comes from the baron. Third, I asked about where the battlesite was and this was south of here. Last, according to the Innkeeper, the old furrier in town was chased off by pixies. Also those same pixies a few days ago were searching for something. Perhaps they were seeing if we had what they were looking for. To possibly make amends, we could offer to help them?"