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Post by Vulpix89 on Jun 29, 2014 5:08:11 GMT -5
An armored dwarf would express interest in learning about the history of a grand tower situated not too far from the city of Marsember. He would begin his questionings in local establishments and in the market area, inquiring with local adventurers, treasure hunters and merchants. He would express interest in organizing an expedition to explore the grand tower. If asked about his own interest in this he would say:
"Me old clan were famed masons known fer our stone work and fer building a grand tower in thar side o' our mountain. This 'ere tower be smaller o' course but it presence be quite thar sight fer me old eyes. It be somethin' o' a sign fer me, somethin' I were meant tae find. It be a shame ter leave it in thar clutches o' some rabid dragon kin".
"It be a grand bastion o' defense, a marvel o' masonry work. Thar stone walls be thick an' thar door be protected with magic. But thar be a flaw in thar defense. Thar be a window up on one o' thar higher floors. Now, I know o' a gnomish inventor who could be whippin' up some schematics fer a portable catapult capable o' launchin' a hin all thar ways up an' right through thar window. I even got 'im a fine helmet tae keep his wee head protected". The dwarf would present a hastily cleaned chamber pot.
"Once thar lad be up, he done drop us down a couple o' climbin' ropes and we ascend tae glory an' riches!"
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Post by Fenix on Jun 29, 2014 17:59:30 GMT -5
A man in a ash colored cloak and hood lingering nearby would perk to the dwarf's tale, two eyes that seem to constantly change color reflecting upon the small form of the creature as he spins his tale. The man gives a subtle smirk to the comments about a catapult, before pressing forward and approaching the dwarf with a bit of an unsteady step. He clears his throat as he walks across the beaten city streets, taking a moment to adjust the wooden armor worn upon his body. As he comes to a stop a few feet away, he waits until the dwarf finishes before speaking up.
"Funny another should find interest...Not some long time before my trip, I too was a touch curious of what may lie within the tower. Many strange creatures pollute the fields around it, and many perilous beings call the fields their home. The last I were told, it may have been a tower for a mage or some such, but to that end I was unclear. Perhaps you would find interest in bringing along a fellow knowledge seeker, hm?"
Fenix lowers his hood, brushing his hair back some and tucking it behind his ears. A nasty scar seems to corrupt part of his face below his right eye, as if the wound were infected, then ignored as it healed over whatever was in it.
"I imagine with a small bit of planning, I could perhaps melt the door down, or find my way up to the window myself to help us get inside. Or perhaps, we find a more convenient and interesting method. Possibilities are endless, dear stout."
He offers a polite smile, his body posing himself to hold a bit of tension at times, often tensing up at random for no immediately apparent reason.
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Post by Vulpix89 on Jun 30, 2014 3:37:55 GMT -5
The dwarf carefully lifts up his visor and peers at the hin as he relays his cautions. As he reaches over for his tankard and takes a long gulping swig followed by a slurping sound. He regards the hins feet and gives a short grunt.
"Aye, lad.. thar certainly be somethin' shifty about that fella. It be thar way he walked.. an' his eyes.. thar be somethin' off about thar lads peekers".
"Ye' know, lad. I be understan' that when a human be callin' ye' "dear", it be meanin' they be lookin' down on ye', an' they nay be sincere. Aye.. nay be trustin' him as far as I can chuck him. We'll keep up thar askin' around fer more help an' hopefully we be findin' a more trusted sort. I be more inclined tae find some earthkin an' wee-folk as it be, anyway".
The dwarf continues glugging down his ale before laying the empty tankard down, belches spraying spots of spit back before him.
"Arr, that be hittin' thar spot right thar".
"I be thinkin' he be truthful about thar wizardling bit.. Thar tower may be thar hold o' some wizardlin' or sorcerer.. We be needin' some magic tae fight magic, lad. Bestn we find someone skilled in thar arts o' sorcery".
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Post by Alizarin Spion - Sleeper Agent on Jun 30, 2014 11:06:00 GMT -5
A hooded man shows up seemingly out of nowhere at the mention of a potential mage tower. Any adventurer frequently loitering in Greatgaunt would recognize him as no one other than Eishur Greyshade, a gentleman, (arcane) scholar and sometimes-a-merchant-but-mostly-an-adventurer.
"A tower you say? I sure hope it belongs to a wizard and not one of those illiterate sorcerers you come across every once in a while. Say, are you looking for a companion? I am hoping to expand my collection of literature and perhaps even learn a new spell or two."
Eishur seems very enthusiastic about this, almost as if he's inviting himself in by force.
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Post by Vulpix89 on Jun 30, 2014 17:16:20 GMT -5
After speaking at length with Eishur about the possible dangers awaiting them within, the dwarf decides to continue searching for more capable hands to join the expedition. Some wild speculation about liches, dragons and evil wizards ensues. Eventually the dwarf also concedes that while less fun, grappling hooks may be more practical than the hin catapult that was originally suggested. The dwarf continues to spread word.
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