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Post by Daos on Apr 5, 2017 11:17:59 GMT -8
The rest of the trip was fairly uneventful. As predicted, it is around High Sun when Dagger Falls comes into view. The first sign of it is a large tower rising from the west part of the town. A large stone wall encircles the town, and a rushing river cascading down from a nearby waterfall runs before it. A sturdy stone bridge allows them to cross the river and reach the gates of the town. They are greeted there by Zhentilar soldiers, each bearing the same emblem upon their shields and breastplates. The emblem resembles a dragon behind a golden circle. Inside the circle is some kind of staff or mace with energy or light emitting from its head. "Hold there," says one soldier as they approach, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard. "Before you enter our fair town, I need your names and if you have anything to declare."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Apr 5, 2017 14:44:56 GMT -8
Drezden "Names Drez I declare I be a dwarf an thats bout all I'm declaring aside from my love of ale."
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Post by Nuke on Apr 5, 2017 15:29:38 GMT -8
"Elvarian Hermongah is the name, and other than travelling gear, I have nothing to declare." the half elf says.
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Post by Breila on Apr 5, 2017 23:05:05 GMT -8
Eringard straightens up and says in a frime voice: "My name is Eringard Miller, and besides the blessing of the Morninglord I too only have my travelling gear."
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Post by Daos on Apr 6, 2017 13:38:47 GMT -8
The guard quickly scribbles down their names on some parchment as they speak them. He sneers a bit when Eringard mentions the Morninglord, but does not comment on it. "Looks like you folks had a rough trip here," he observes, noting their injuries. "Just beyond here is the only inn in town, the Teshford Arms. Try not to cause any trouble, right? This town has enough problems without outsiders stirring up trouble. Remember, the Zhentarim are the law here."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Apr 7, 2017 2:23:52 GMT -8
Drezden "Aye we ran into some goblin gang tryin ta take tolls fer yer road. As fer trouble we aint aiming ta cause any."
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Post by Nuke on Apr 7, 2017 4:52:08 GMT -8
"No trouble, just some food and rest is what we need." Elvarian replies.
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Post by Daos on Apr 7, 2017 11:10:27 GMT -8
"Alright, go on then," the guard says, waving them through.
Sure enough, the inn the guard spoke of is just a few steps further down the road to town. The building appears to be falling into a bit of disrepair. The paint on the walls is peeling, one of the windows is broken and boarded over, and part of the sign has fallen off and now lies half buried in the mud.
Still, according to the guard, it's the only inn in town, so unless the party wants to camp outdoors, they don't have much choice.
Stepping inside, they find the interior isn't much better. The ceiling looks like it's suffering from some kind of water damage, there's a bit of a draft even when the door is closed, and some of the tables are just slightly lopsided--just enough to be annoying, but not cause anything to slide off onto the floor.
The common area is not terribly crowded at the moment. A stout, middle-aged woman tends to the customers. A dwarven man sits at the bar, wearing studded leather with a short sword at his side and a shield slung over his back. A human woman in simple, homespun clothes and a brown cloak sits near a window, gazing out dreamily. Another human woman stands by the hearth, playing a melodious tune on her flute to entertain the patrons, although most aren't paying her much or any attention. Alone at a table sits a third woman wearing orange robes while feeding a cat pieces of meat.
There are no Zhents in the place, at least not any wearing the emblem that would give them away.
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Apr 7, 2017 13:26:40 GMT -8
Drezden approaches the dwarf in studded leather "Glad ta see a fellow dwarf round these parts. Names Drez might I ask yours?"
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Post by Nuke on Apr 8, 2017 4:38:03 GMT -8
Elvirian picks a table and plops down in a chair, completely tuckered out.
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Post by Daos on Apr 8, 2017 11:53:28 GMT -8
The dwarf turns around on his stool to face Drezden. He appears to be a Shield Dwarf about twice Drezden's age, so a little over a century. He has short, raven black hair and a thick, luxurious beard and his skin is lightly tanned. His accent sounds western, perhaps from the Sword Coast. "Well met there, cousin. I'm called Gimak of the clan Rockcrusher. What brings you to Dagger Falls?" he asks. Elvarian approaches the nearest unoccupied table and plops down in a seat. The stout middle-aged woman approaches him as soon as she does. "Welcome to the Teshford Arms," she says in a weary voice. "What can I get you, stranger?"
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Apr 8, 2017 14:49:01 GMT -8
Drezden "Well met Gimak. I'm from clan Thunderoak. As to being here well heard about an illness here figured it'd be worth taking a look see if there be any help I'd be able ta offer."
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Post by Nuke on Apr 9, 2017 5:17:16 GMT -8
"Food, wine and a bed is what I'd like m'lady." Elvarian answers.
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Post by Daos on Apr 9, 2017 12:36:33 GMT -8
"An illness? Ah, you must mean the dream fever," Gimak says. "Heard about that, too. Mostly just rumors, some of which contradict themselves. Sounds like dark magic to me, whatever it is."
The innkeeper says to Elvarian, "A room is two gold a night. As for food, I got some stew cooking, if you like. Two silver a bowl. For drink, the house special is mint wine. That's half a gold for a pitcher. Got some beer and ale, too, if you prefer. Beer's a silver for a gallon, ale is four silver for the same," she says automatically, as if reciting something she's said many times before.
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Post by Nuke on Apr 9, 2017 16:39:51 GMT -8
Elvarian looks into his nearly empty purse, "Let's start with stew and beer. Thanks."
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