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#1 Guest_IronDragon_*

Posted 14 October 2007 - 11:00 PM

A Fine Day in Beregost.

Or

When the Realms Call…Take a Message





“So this is Beregost…”

After leaving the Friendly Arm Inn they had traveled south on the Trade Way and upon cresting a hill came upon the town of Beregost. The highway neatly split the town into two equal halves and soon the small group of adventurers found themselves at a widening of the road and the bustling town square.

Merchants, and common folk milled about the square going about their business and taking little notice of the travelers. Peddlers with overloaded carts called out their wears competing for attention with any number of street performers. Across the square, an obese woman called out, “Such a fine day,” to passers by.

They gathered near an impressive carved stone pillar that stood in the middle of square. From here, a major thoroughfare went east and west, this road housed the business district of the town and numerous shops of all sorts competed for space. To the east and well out of town there appeared to be a large golden domed temple on a hill, metal roof glittered in the rays of the setting sun. Far to the west, one could just make out a dark and foreboding stone tower.

“Well, I’m underwhelmed,” Xzar said.

Jaheira frowned and not for the first time Xzar wondered if she was capable of any other facial expression. “What were you expecting from a small town in the middle of no-where? Bright lights? Casinos? Showgirls? Vice of every imaginable sort?

Ajantis nodded, “Never, a town in the middle of the wilderness would not embrace gambling and other vices. And even if it did…who would come?”

“Such a fine day don’t you think?” The obese woman was saying to a well dressed man who was obviously trying to avoid her.

Montaron squinted up at the pillar. “There be directions carved into the lower part but I canna’ make out what it says above.”

“It says, ‘Beregost – what goes in Beregost, stays in Beragost.’” Ajantis read aloud.

Khalid looked thoughtful. “Catchy.”

The obese woman was chasing after a smartly dressed young man who was running to get away from her. “It truly is a fine day,” she yelled after him.

Hello,” a plainly dressed man said as he approached them. “You seem the friendly sort.” Montaron snorted. “So I thought I’d offer my services. What do you need form the town of Beregost?”

“Are you with the chamber of commerce?” Xzar asked.

“…No…” the man answered.

“Welcome wagon?”

“No…”

“Tour guide?”

“No.” The man adopted a dreamy expression. “I’ve always dreamed of being a tour guide though.” The man straightened and adopted a blank smile. “Please remain seated and keep all arms, weapons, spell components, and accessories inside the carriage and no flash photography.”

“It’s a fine day isn’t it?!?!” The woman was yelling into the face of a woman she had taken hold of and shoved up against a building.

“Directions to the local inn will do.” Jaheira said.

“And what’s with the fat lady over there?” Montaron asked

“Please hold all questions to the end of the tour. Oh sorry …that’s Mable, she’s a bit on the obsessive side.”

Mable had tackled an old man, and wrestled him to the ground. She was clutching his throat and shaking him vigorously. “For pity’s sake just agree that it’s a fine day already!” She yelled at him.

“It’s probably best if you just avoid her.”

Jaheira agreed that avoiding Mable would be a good thing for all involved. “About the inn, we have had a long journey and wish to rest.”

“Well we have four of those here.”

“What in Helm’s name would a town of this size need with four inns?” Ajantis asked.

The man looked confused. “ I…I never really thought about that before…”

Khalid was peering nervously across the square. “M…maybe the area has issues with a…alcohol addiction.” Mable was chasing a group of school aged girls yelling, “Fine day!” as they screamed and ran from her. “T…that would explain a l…lot.”

Xzar brushed the dust of the road off his robes. “Well enough chit chat. Could you be so kind as to direct us to an inn featuring friendly, colorful, yet inept locals with the obsessive desire to request we engage in time-consuming adventures, you know the sort of activities I’m referring to, talking to people in the next building on their behalf, fetching items of no consequence, activities unrelated to our personal goals. Maybe an inn that, has dark shadowy corners where mysteries people sit and watch the crowds waiting for a group of adventures, just like our group here, to come by so they could provide them with some needed clue to their quest. An inn with a crusty bar tender who knows everybody and every thing and freely hands out some tidbit of mysterious advice that sounds like nonsense at first blush but, turns out to be key to solving the various mysteries of our personal lives. An inn where danger and intrigue abound. A place where dread assassins ply their trade while remaining on the lookout for a street urchin to take on as their protégé. An inn where to social outcasts seeking redemption sit and drink with deposed members of the nobility waiting for the opportunity to reclaim their rightful thrones.”

The man smiled and said, “Well friend, you just described every inn, tavern and ale house in the realms. Can you be more specific?”

“Could you just direct us towards the nearest one?” Jaheira added.

“Hey you…halfling!” Mable apparently had taken notice of Montaron and was charging across the square. “Tis a fine day wouldn’t you say?”

“….And hurry,” Montaron added.



 


The closest such establishment turned out to be the Feldepost inn. It was a large sprawling building with a handsome brick front and a well-kept courtyard. A sign on the door welcomed visitors and merchants alike. A second sign next to it announced. ‘All staff members and guests at the Feldepost agree that it truly is a very fine day indeed.’ Just below that was a third small sign painted in a shaky hand read: ‘No Mable’s allowed’.

The interior of the Feldepost was as pleasant and well appointed as the outside. The main door opened into a large common room and a rather busy bar. The common room was paneled in rich dark woods and impressive paintings lined the walls. It all spoke of luxury, which suited Montaron just fine.

The innkeeper trotted up to greet the group as they entered. “Escaping Mable I see …well welcome none-the less. What humble services can I do for you fine people this eve?

“You there. I don’t like your kind.” Came a slightly slurred shout from across the room. A burly man with a grimace began weaving a drunken path towards the group.

“You tell ‘em Marl.” Shouted a man nearby.

Jaheira signed. “Oh dear. Who wants to deal with the local irate drunk? I would but I am quite tired and someone needs to arrange rooms and meals for us during our stay here.”

“I would be happy to deal with that man,” Xzar volunteered

Khalid shook his head. “I d…dealt with that entire group of f…frat boys last month. I’m off to the bar.”

Jaheira frowned. “Well someone has to deal with the inebriate.”

Xzar put his hand high in the air and started jumping up and down. “Oh...me…me.”

Montaron drew his sword and grinned in a particularly menacing fashion. “I’ll deal with this lot, an’ when I’m done he won’t be bothering anyone again that be for sure.”

“Ohh ohh…pick me...pick me.” Xzar continued to say.

Jaheira looked appraisingly at Montaron and his drawn weapon. “Maybe it would be better if someone else dealt with him Montaron.”

“Sucker” Montaron snickers under his breath. “I knew that would work.”

Xzar now had his fingers pressed firmly to temples, his face contorted in concentration. “Common…I’m asking you with my brain.”

“Ajantis?” Jaheira asked hopefully.

Ajantis looked apologetic. “Any other day I would be happy to…but the little Paladin’s room is calling.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeaaazzzzz!” Xzar pleaded.

“Oh, very well,” Jaheira said. “But please try to be kind to him.”

“Kind? Why, I could do no other.”


 

“Obviously, to get to the root of this iron crisis we must investigate the source. That means going to the iron mines of Nashkel. Only by daring to go into the depths of the mine will we be able to root out the source of the crisis and nip it in the bud.” Jaheira said to Ajantis, Montaron and Khalid. The four had gathered at a table to discuss plans and enjoy appetizers before the main dinner was served.

Khalid sipped his ale and silently agreed.

Xzar suddenly appeared at the side of the table. “Khalid, were in that suit of armor we took from that ogre with the belt fetish?”

“In my g…grip in the Inn’s storage r…room. Why?” He asked

Xzar ignored the question. “You’re sure we won’t get much in the way of gold for it?” be barely paused for an answer before saying, “Good.” And bounding off towards the inn’s storage room.

“What be puzzling me is why the Amnish are doing nothing bout the problems at the mine. This has to be hurting their sales and reputation, and no business man of Athkatla likes that too awful much. And I hear tell they got a regiment of soldiers stationed in Nashkel to boot.”

“An excellent question indeed.” Jaheira agreed.

“Xzar reappeared with the armor and the ogre’s rusty morning star.” I know we were going to try to sell this but really we wouldn’t get anything for it would we?” He asked before darting off into the crowd again.

“Should we be concerned…?” Ajantis asked looking into the crowd where Xzar disappeared.

Montaron cut him off. “It’s better to just pretend you don’t see anything. Trust me.”

“You are probably correct,” Ajantis agreed. “Yes, there is a sizable military unit stationed in Nashkel. The path through the Cloud Peak Mountains is home to many evil creatures and bandit troops. While the regiment stationed there is supposed to be independent the local governor could certainly request an investigation of the mine from them.”

“Then we should also speak to the commander of this detachment,” Jaheira said.

“Monty your old sword…the one with the cracked blade…can I have it?” Xzar said as he materialized next to Montaron. The halfling took a battered looking short sword from his backpack and handed it over. Xzar snatched it and once again disappeared.

“What if t…the t…trail of the iron crisis goes further south into Amn itself?”

“Then we shall decide if we will peruse it further at that time.” Jaheira said breaking off a healthy piece of bread form the loaf on the table.

“Xzar appeared at the table again but this time took a seat. “Well, that’s all taken care of.” He announced looking over the tray of snacks before him.

“I hope you were nice to that man and his freind.”

Xzar picked up a few cubes of cheese. “I am shocked and dismayed that you would think such a thing Jaheira.”

“You are right, I am sorry,” She said, though she didn’t sound at all sorry.

“Apology accepted.” Xzar popped a piece of dark yellow cheese into his mouth. “And yes I was very nice.”

“What was his problem anyway?” Ajantis asked.

Xzar gave a dismissive wave “Oh he hates all adventurers.”

“Why?”

“Something about his son being an adventurer but not a very good one. Apparently, the boy bit the big one on his first time out of the house. Poor Marl there has been blaming other adventurers ever since.”

Montaron smiled. “The idiot boy try to take on a dragon or something?”

“If it were only that simple. Apparently his son tripped on stone in his father’s front yard and fell on his own sword. Well I had a nice sit down with Marl and his friend there. We had a talk about destiny and the call of the realms and all that. And how you can’t hold other’s responsible for the decision you make yourself. Turns out Marl is really a sweet guy underneath all that shouting and bluster.”

“So what did you want with all that useless equipment?” Jaheira asked.

“Mementos for that man…something to cherish in his sons memory?” Ajantis wondered.

Xzar nodded absently. “Something like that.”

 


Some hours later Marl and his friend Dunkin stumbled together out of the thick of the forest and onto a meadow.

Dunkin looked around at the moonlit pasture. “I think were lost Marl. So tell me, did you really want to be an adventurer?”

“No. Never. But that wizard, he was so convincing and he made it all sound so reasonable. Not sure how he talked me into this over sized piece of armor and this morning star…I don’t even know how to use it. Still it sounded good when he said it…taking up my boys mantle…keeping my hometown safe form monsters as a way to honor his memory.”

Dunkin grinned. “Sounds like your saying all adventurers aren’t bad.”

Three was the sound of clicking ominously close and suddenly dozens of animated skeletons arose from the pasture. Their pale bones glowing in the moon light. They all were armed and all turned their sightless eyes on Marl and Dunkin.

Marl sneered. “I hate adventurers.”

#2 Weyoun

Posted 15 October 2007 - 09:05 AM

“So this is Beregost…”


Impressive, no? :lol:

“Well, I’m underwhelmed,” Xzar said.


Not bloody surprised. :lol:

Jaheira frowned and not for the first time Xzar wondered if she was capable of any other facial expression. “What were you expecting from a small town in the middle of no-where? Bright lights? Casinos? Showgirls? Vice of every imaginable sort?


At least a necromancer's tower or two.

Ajantis nodded, “Never, a town in the middle of the wilderness would not embrace gambling and other vices. And even if it did…who would come?”


Uh, well... Too many people, probably. I think it's the neon-lights that attracts them.

“No.” The man adopted a dreamy expression. “I’ve always dreamed of being a tour guide though.” The man straightened and adopted a blank smile. “Please remain seated and keep all arms, weapons, spell components, and accessories inside the carriage and no flash photography.”


“It’s a fine day isn’t it?!?!” The woman was yelling into the face of a woman she had taken hold of and shoved up against a building.


*snicker* What a nice little town they've got there...

“What in Helm’s name would a town of this size need with four inns?” Ajantis asked.


The man looked confused. “ I…I never really thought about that before…”


Heavy traffic? :D

The man smiled and said, “Well friend, you just described every inn, tavern and ale house in the realms. Can you be more specific?”


“Could you just direct us towards the nearest one?” Jaheira added.


“Hey you…halfling!” Mable apparently had taken notice of Montaron and was charging across the square. “Tis a fine day wouldn’t you say?”


“….And hurry,” Montaron added.



:)

Montaron drew his sword and grinned in a particularly menacing fashion. “I’ll deal with this lot, an’ when I’m done he won’t be bothering anyone again that be for sure.”


“Ohh ohh…pick me...pick me.” Xzar continued to say.


Yes, pick him. End your life swiftly. :D


Xzar picked up a few cubes of cheese. “I am shocked and dismayed that you would think such a thing Jaheira.”


“You are right, I am sorry,” She said, though she didn’t sound at all sorry.


Not bloody surprised there. :)

Dunkin looked around at the moonlit pasture. “I think were lost Marl. So tell me, did you really want to be an adventurer?”


“No. Never. But that wizard, he was so convincing and he made it all sound so reasonable. Not sure how he talked me into this over sized piece of armor and this morning star…I don’t even know how to use it. Still it sounded good when he said it…taking up my boys mantle…keeping my hometown safe form monsters as a way to honor his memory.”


Dunkin grinned. “Sounds like your saying all adventurers aren’t bad.”


Three was the sound of clicking ominously close and suddenly dozens of animated skeletons arose from the pasture. Their pale bones glowing in the moon light. They all were armed and all turned their sightless eyes on Marl and Dunkin.


Marl sneered. “I hate adventurers.”


Hehehehe. Nice. :)
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#3 Guest_IronDragon_*

Posted 16 October 2007 - 02:16 AM

[quote][quote]
“So this is Beregost…”
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Impressive, no? :lol: [/quote] not really...

[quote]
“Well, I’m underwhelmed,” Xzar said.
[/quote]

Not bloody surprised. :D [/quote] he want the bright lights of a big city

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Jaheira frowned and not for the first time Xzar wondered if she was capable of any other facial expression. “What were you expecting from a small town in the middle of no-where? Bright lights? Casinos? Showgirls? Vice of every imaginable sort?
[/quote]

At least a necromancer's tower or two. [/quote] that's Berverly Hills

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Ajantis nodded, “Never, a town in the middle of the wilderness would not embrace gambling and other vices. And even if it did…who would come?”
[/quote]

Uh, well... Too many people, probably. I think it's the neon-lights that attracts them.[/quote] ohh..pretty lights

[quote][quote]
“No.” The man adopted a dreamy expression. “I’ve always dreamed of being a tour guide though.” The man straightened and adopted a blank smile. “Please remain seated and keep all arms, weapons, spell components, and accessories inside the carriage and no flash photography.”
[/quote]

[quote]
“It’s a fine day isn’t it?!?!” The woman was yelling into the face of a woman she had taken hold of and shoved up against a building.
[/quote]

*snicker* What a nice little town they've got there...[/quote] and it sure is a fine day woudn't you say?

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“What in Helm’s name would a town of this size need with four inns?” Ajantis asked.
[/quote]

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The man looked confused. “ I…I never really thought about that before…”
[/quote]

Heavy traffic? :D[/quote] lack of anything else to do?



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Montaron drew his sword and grinned in a particularly menacing fashion. “I’ll deal with this lot, an’ when I’m done he won’t be bothering anyone again that be for sure.”
[/quote]

[quote]
“Ohh ohh…pick me...pick me.” Xzar continued to say.
[/quote]

Yes, pick him. End your life swiftly. :)[/quote] now you've gone and insulted Xzar


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Xzar picked up a few cubes of cheese. “I am shocked and dismayed that you would think such a thing Jaheira.”
[/quote]

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“You are right, I am sorry,” She said, though she didn’t sound at all sorry.
[/quote]

Not bloody surprised there. :)[/quote] yes Jaheira is rarely sincere in her appologies :lol:



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Three was the sound of clicking ominously close and suddenly dozens of animated skeletons arose from the pasture. Their pale bones glowing in the moon light. They all were armed and all turned their sightless eyes on Marl and Dunkin.
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Marl sneered. “I hate adventurers.”[/quote]

Hehehehe. Nice. :)[/quote] thanks

#4 Guest_Theodur_*

Posted 17 October 2007 - 12:51 PM

They gathered near an impressive carved stone pillar that stood in the middle of square. From here, a major thoroughfare went east and west, this road housed the business district of the town and numerous shops of all sorts competed for space. To the east and well out of town there appeared to be a large golden domed temple on a hill, metal roof glittered in the rays of the setting sun. Far to the west, one could just make out a dark and foreboding stone tower.


“Well, I’m underwhelmed,” Xzar said.


Hey, you are supposed to be impressed with the first ‘proper’ town you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

Ajantis nodded, “Never, a town in the middle of the wilderness would not embrace gambling and other vices. And even if it did…who would come?”


That could ever happen in one country… and no place else. Ever.

“No.” The man adopted a dreamy expression. “I’ve always dreamed of being a tour guide though.” The man straightened and adopted a blank smile. “Please remain seated and keep all arms, weapons, spell components, and accessories inside the carriage and no flash photography.”


“It’s a fine day isn’t it?!?!” The woman was yelling into the face of a woman she had taken hold of and shoved up against a building.


Perhaps, it would be a good idea to leave this town… like, now. :)

“What in Helm’s name would a town of this size need with four inns?” Ajantis asked.


The man looked confused. “ I…I never really thought about that before…”


It’s all about giving people a choice. Why there are sometimes three different Starbucks on one street corner? So that people can have a choice!

“Hey you…halfling!” Mable apparently had taken notice of Montaron and was charging across the square. “Tis a fine day wouldn’t you say?”


“….And hurry,” Montaron added.


Awh, I was hoping to see Mable tackle-splatter him. :)

“You there. I don’t like your kind.” Came a slightly slurred shout from across the room. A burly man with a grimace began weaving a drunken path towards the group.


“You tell ‘em Marl.” Shouted a man nearby.


Interesting why the innkeeper tolerates patrons who are rude and insulting towards prospective customers, who would actually have the gold to pay with.

Ajantis looked apologetic. “Any other day I would be happy to…but the little Paladin’s room is calling.”


…I’m both appalled and shocked! A paladin, passing on a chance to show his virtue, righteousness and lawful goodness?

“What be puzzling me is why the Amnish are doing nothing bout the problems at the mine. This has to be hurting their sales and reputation, and no business man of Athkatla likes that too awful much. And I hear tell they got a regiment of soldiers stationed in Nashkel to boot.”


“An excellent question indeed.” Jaheira agreed.


Well, they are just NPC’s, they can’t interfere with the plots that are reserved for the PC’s to solve.

Xzar picked up a few cubes of cheese. “I am shocked and dismayed that you would think such a thing Jaheira.”


“You are right, I am sorry,” She said, though she didn’t sound at all sorry.


She really is not very great at acting. :D

“Mementos for that man…something to cherish in his sons memory?” Ajantis wondered.


Xzar nodded absently. “Something like that.”


Like Montaron said… you’re probably better off not knowing. :D

Three was the sound of clicking ominously close and suddenly dozens of animated skeletons arose from the pasture. Their pale bones glowing in the moon light. They all were armed and all turned their sightless eyes on Marl and Dunkin.


Marl sneered. “I hate adventurers.”


So do the skeletons, apparently. :shock:

#5 Guest_IronDragon_*

Posted 18 October 2007 - 12:00 AM

They gathered near an impressive carved stone pillar that stood in the middle of square. From here, a major thoroughfare went east and west, this road housed the business district of the town and numerous shops of all sorts competed for space. To the east and well out of town there appeared to be a large golden domed temple on a hill, metal roof glittered in the rays of the setting sun. Far to the west, one could just make out a dark and foreboding stone tower.


“Well, I’m underwhelmed,” Xzar said.


Hey, you are supposed to be impressed with the first ‘proper’ town you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

is anybody ever imprest with Beregost?

Ajantis nodded, “Never, a town in the middle of the wilderness would not embrace gambling and other vices. And even if it did…who would come?”


That could ever happen in one country… and no place else. Ever.

Tierra del Fuego?

“No.” The man adopted a dreamy expression. “I’ve always dreamed of being a tour guide though.” The man straightened and adopted a blank smile. “Please remain seated and keep all arms, weapons, spell components, and accessories inside the carriage and no flash photography.”


“It’s a fine day isn’t it?!?!” The woman was yelling into the face of a woman she had taken hold of and shoved up against a building.


Perhaps, it would be a good idea to leave this town… like, now. :)

“What in Helm’s name would a town of this size need with four inns?” Ajantis asked.


The man looked confused. “ I…I never really thought about that before…”


It’s all about giving people a choice. Why there are sometimes three different Starbucks on one street corner? So that people can have a choice!

i never thought of it that way

“Hey you…halfling!” Mable apparently had taken notice of Montaron and was charging across the square. “Tis a fine day wouldn’t you say?”


“….And hurry,” Montaron added.


Awh, I was hoping to see Mable tackle-splatter him. :)

Don't worry...they will be back to Beregost

“You there. I don’t like your kind.” Came a slightly slurred shout from across the room. A burly man with a grimace began weaving a drunken path towards the group.


“You tell ‘em Marl.” Shouted a man nearby.


Interesting why the innkeeper tolerates patrons who are rude and insulting towards prospective customers, who would actually have the gold to pay with.

they must be blackmailing the innkeeper

Ajantis looked apologetic. “Any other day I would be happy to…but the little Paladin’s room is calling.”


…I’m both appalled and shocked! A paladin, passing on a chance to show his virtue, righteousness and lawful goodness?

do you have any idea how long it takes to get our of full armor...those codpieces don't just snap off

“What be puzzling me is why the Amnish are doing nothing bout the problems at the mine. This has to be hurting their sales and reputation, and no business man of Athkatla likes that too awful much. And I hear tell they got a regiment of soldiers stationed in Nashkel to boot.”


“An excellent question indeed.” Jaheira agreed.


Well, they are just NPC’s, they can’t interfere with the plots that are reserved for the PC’s to solve.

immagine how dull it would be for adventurers if NPC's were semi competant.

Xzar picked up a few cubes of cheese. “I am shocked and dismayed that you would think such a thing Jaheira.”


“You are right, I am sorry,” She said, though she didn’t sound at all sorry.


She really is not very great at acting. :D

oh...i don't know...

“Mementos for that man…something to cherish in his sons memory?” Ajantis wondered.


Xzar nodded absently. “Something like that.”


Like Montaron said… you’re probably better off not knowing. :D

ALWAYS listen to the halfling

Three was the sound of clicking ominously close and suddenly dozens of animated skeletons arose from the pasture. Their pale bones glowing in the moon light. They all were armed and all turned their sightless eyes on Marl and Dunkin.


Marl sneered. “I hate adventurers.”

hate? no. they just want to be loved
So do the skeletons, apparently. :shock:



#6 Guest_Cel_*

Posted 18 October 2007 - 05:32 PM

A Fine Day in Beregost.

Or

When the Realms Call…Take a Message


:D

They gathered near an impressive carved stone pillar that stood in the middle of square. From here, a major thoroughfare went east and west, this road housed the business district of the town and numerous shops of all sorts competed for space. To the east and well out of town there appeared to be a large golden domed temple on a hill, metal roof glittered in the rays of the setting sun. Far to the west, one could just make out a dark and foreboding stone tower.

“Well, I’m underwhelmed,” Xzar said.


I love how he dismisses your detailed (and very charming) description :P

Ajantis nodded, “Never, a town in the middle of the wilderness would not embrace gambling and other vices. And even if it did…who would come?”


I'm not so sure about the former, but he's probably right about the latter.

“It’s a fine day isn’t it?!?!” The woman was yelling into the face of a woman she had taken hold of and shoved up against a building.


:)

“What in Helm’s name would a town of this size need with four inns?” Ajantis asked.


Good question!

Khalid was peering nervously across the square. “M…maybe the area has issues with a…alcohol addiction.” Mable was chasing a group of school aged girls yelling, “Fine day!” as they screamed and ran from her. “T…that would explain a l…lot.”


Ah, it is all so clear now! :)

Xzar brushed the dust of the road off his robes. “Well enough chit chat. Could you be so kind as to direct us to an inn featuring friendly, colorful, yet inept locals with the obsessive desire to request we engage in time-consuming adventures, you know the sort of activities I’m referring to, talking to people in the next building on their behalf, fetching items of no consequence, activities unrelated to our personal goals. Maybe an inn that, has dark shadowy corners where mysteries people sit and watch the crowds waiting for a group of adventures, just like our group here, to come by so they could provide them with some needed clue to their quest. An inn with a crusty bar tender who knows everybody and every thing and freely hands out some tidbit of mysterious advice that sounds like nonsense at first blush but, turns out to be key to solving the various mysteries of our personal lives. An inn where danger and intrigue abound. A place where dread assassins ply their trade while remaining on the lookout for a street urchin to take on as their protégé. An inn where to social outcasts seeking redemption sit and drink with deposed members of the nobility waiting for the opportunity to reclaim their rightful thrones.”

The man smiled and said, “Well friend, you just described every inn, tavern and ale house in the realms. Can you be more specific?”


I love this. I really love this :P

The closest such establishment turned out to be the Feldepost inn. It was a large sprawling building with a handsome brick front and a well-kept courtyard. A sign on the door welcomed visitors and merchants alike. A second sign next to it announced. ‘All staff members and guests at the Feldepost agree that it truly is a very fine day indeed.’ Just below that was a third small sign painted in a shaky hand read: ‘No Mable’s allowed’.


Wise signs, indeed!

Xzar now had his fingers pressed firmly to temples, his face contorted in concentration. “Common…I’m asking you with my brain.”


Awww :D

Xzar suddenly appeared at the side of the table. “Khalid, were in that suit of armor we took from that ogre with the belt fetish?”


Slight typo, I believe.

“If it were only that simple. Apparently his son tripped on stone in his father’s front yard and fell on his own sword. Well I had a nice sit down with Marl and his friend there. We had a talk about destiny and the call of the realms and all that. And how you can’t hold other’s responsible for the decision you make yourself. Turns out Marl is really a sweet guy underneath all that shouting and bluster.”


I... I think your Xzar could actually pull off that call of the realms line! :shock:

Three was the sound of clicking ominously close and suddenly dozens of animated skeletons arose from the pasture. Their pale bones glowing in the moon light. They all were armed and all turned their sightless eyes on Marl and Dunkin.

Marl sneered. “I hate adventurers.”


Something tells me he'll hate them even more before long!

#7 Guest_IronDragon_*

Posted 19 October 2007 - 03:27 PM

A Fine Day in Beregost.

Or

When the Realms Call…Take a Message


:?

They gathered near an impressive carved stone pillar that stood in the middle of square. From here, a major thoroughfare went east and west, this road housed the business district of the town and numerous shops of all sorts competed for space. To the east and well out of town there appeared to be a large golden domed temple on a hill, metal roof glittered in the rays of the setting sun. Far to the west, one could just make out a dark and foreboding stone tower.

“Well, I’m underwhelmed,” Xzar said.


I love how he dismisses your detailed (and very charming) description :D

He dismisses a lot of what I write. Now that I think about it…he’s rather pushy for a character no one ever takes along.


Ajantis nodded, “Never, a town in the middle of the wilderness would not embrace gambling and other vices. And even if it did…who would come?”


I'm not so sure about the former, but he's probably right about the latter.


All jokes about Las Vegas. A town in the middle of no where with no right to be anything more than a blotch on the map


“It’s a fine day isn’t it?!?!” The woman was yelling into the face of a woman she had taken hold of and shoved up against a building.


:)

I guess I spent to much tome watching that little introductory movie


But just wait until we get to Nashkel and THAT movie



“What in Helm’s name would a town of this size need with four inns?” Ajantis asked.


Good question!

i have wondered that since the first time i played the game

[quote]
Khalid was peering nervously across the square.  “M…maybe the area has issues with a…alcohol addiction.”  Mable was chasing a group of school aged girls yelling, “Fine day!” as they screamed and ran from her.  “T…that would explain a l…lot.”
[/quote]

Ah, it is all so clear now!  :lol:
it does explain a lot doesn't it


Xzar brushed the dust of the road off his robes. “Well enough chit chat. Could you be so kind as to direct us to an inn featuring friendly, colorful, yet inept locals with the obsessive desire to request we engage in time-consuming adventures, you know the sort of activities I’m referring to, talking to people in the next building on their behalf, fetching items of no consequence, activities unrelated to our personal goals. Maybe an inn that, has dark shadowy corners where mysteries people sit and watch the crowds waiting for a group of adventures, just like our group here, to come by so they could provide them with some needed clue to their quest. An inn with a crusty bar tender who knows everybody and every thing and freely hands out some tidbit of mysterious advice that sounds like nonsense at first blush but, turns out to be key to solving the various mysteries of our personal lives. An inn where danger and intrigue abound. A place where dread assassins ply their trade while remaining on the lookout for a street urchin to take on as their protégé. An inn where to social outcasts seeking redemption sit and drink with deposed members of the nobility waiting for the opportunity to reclaim their rightful thrones.”

The man smiled and said, “Well friend, you just described every inn, tavern and ale house in the realms. Can you be more specific?”


I love this. I really love this :D

well have you ever been in an inn that doesnt fit that description?


The closest such establishment turned out to be the Feldepost inn. It was a large sprawling building with a handsome brick front and a well-kept courtyard. A sign on the door welcomed visitors and merchants alike. A second sign next to it announced. ‘All staff members and guests at the Feldepost agree that it truly is a very fine day indeed.’ Just below that was a third small sign painted in a shaky hand read: ‘No Mable’s allowed’.


Wise signs, indeed!

My initial draft included a scene in the inn with Mable pressing her face against the glass and tapping at patrons and balefully asking if it wasn’t a fine day



“If it were only that simple. Apparently his son tripped on stone in his father’s front yard and fell on his own sword. Well I had a nice sit down with Marl and his friend there. We had a talk about destiny and the call of the realms and all that. And how you can’t hold other’s responsible for the decision you make yourself. Turns out Marl is really a sweet guy underneath all that shouting and bluster.”


I... I think your Xzar could actually pull off that call of the realms line! :)

well his charisma isn't going towards is looks


Three was the sound of clicking ominously close and suddenly dozens of animated skeletons arose from the pasture. Their pale bones glowing in the moon light. They all were armed and all turned their sightless eyes on Marl and Dunkin.

Marl sneered. “I hate adventurers.”


Something tells me he'll hate them even more before long!

hmmm.

*jots a few notes for a latter chapter*





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