Waysoftheearth's Hinterlands PBP
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Olaf says quietly but strongly, "Hold there!"tombowings wrote:"I feel compelled by my order to help get to the bottom of this green skinned mess. Who's with me?" Sir Rodrick says boldly, but so loud as to alert the goblins to his presence. "You, my pretty maiden, must have skill him something other than confounding men, am I wrong? And you," Rodrick says to victor, "how about getting some goblin--snork as they say here--blood on your hands? By the guidance of Thuul Almighty, we will have peace in this land."
Olaf speaks quietly, "I'd heard the trade roads up this way were being raided by brigands so often that it would be easier for the merchants to just pile their goods up on the road and leave them than to try to get their caravans through."verhaden wrote:Mads the Fair
Mads pushes his way forward and firmly places his shot glass on the bar. His dirty blond hair is cut as short as his beard, and he looks like he hasn't slept in days. However, unlike most other patrons frequenting the Jolly Noose, he doesn't spell of spirits or the barnyard masses.
"If you folks talk any louder, you'll be closing out your tab here sooner rather than later. They may be green, but they've got silver." He motions in the direction of the hanged man. "I wouldn't worry about reaching the hills. The town's dangerous enough for most."
Ordering two more shots, he passes one down the bar to Sir Rodrick. "Keep your voice down. You're full of heart--that's good--but it needs direction."
Olaf turns and looks at the author of these comments, "Do you now? Did some greenie sell you a treasure map?" he says then chuckles at his own joke.billhooks wrote:"We've got direction -- to the catacombs! I'm ready now."
"Unjust law makes anarchy look like a bower of bliss. You have my...flail." Sir Rodrick dons his shirt of mail rings.eris wrote:Olaf speaks quietly, "I'd heard the trade roads up this way were being raided by brigands so often that it would be easier for the merchants to just pile their goods up on the road and leave them than to try to get their caravans through."
"Figured this would be a good place for a man with a sword and bow to find some work." the tall rangy young man says taking another small sip from his mug of ale, "Figured, I'd be fighting greenies, and worse, but didn't plan on fighting the law, too."