D&D Adventure #3: Vicious Circle

[Roman Totale]

I'm afraid I was only authorised to discuss this transaction with Emir Pyn. For any other matters my personal assistant here would be delighted to deal with you - as Royal Eunuch he is able to carry out lesser transactions on my behalf.

Farewell madam - may your wells be oily and your dates unmolested by camels.

With a flourish of his cap and a wave of his hand, Glibberig leaves the office.

[Dog Pants]

Shankley is perched on a bench outside watching the people around him.

Find anything interesting?

[FatherJack]

Thor has never heard of a Eunuch and reckons it to be some kind of fancy-pants name for a guard.

Thank-you kindly for you time, Ma'am.

His eyes flick towards the door Glib has just gone out of.

He's, er..from out of town.

He makes for the door.

[Roman Totale]

Pyn was a man of modest, meagre means - mmm!

I think a money motive may be misprized. Mmmbm.

A chat with the widow I think! Do I look suitably sombre, Shankley?

Glibberig looks sombre.

[Dog Pants]

Erm... Yeah, why not.

Shankley shoots an 'oo-er' look at Thor.

I think I'll try to cover the militia angle while you work your charms. Face-to-face was never really my thing. I think I might know a few places to start.

I reckon Bart will know a few things about the militia. I'm going to pick his brains. If not I'll pull strings at the church again.

[Roman Totale]

Shankley shoots an 'oo-er' look at Thor.

faaabulous and an elf. I had my suspicions

[Baliame]

Well, that wasn't very helpful. They definitely wear a mask but I couldn't find anything conclusive. I guess we should get back to the rest of the guys now. Did you find anything about where they could have a sacred ground nearby?

[shot2bits]

These trees whispered nothing to me, i think i might have offended them when i mentioned how strange they look. The thought occurs to me though, did you ask the others where they where planning on heading before we left?

[Roman Totale]

Glibberig is making his way over to the widow's house.

Knock knock!

[Grimmie]

Glibberig is making his way over to the widow's house.

After a little X-Fire based information gathering, Glibberig finds himself standing in front of a set of terraced houses. There's a woman sitting on her doorstep weeping in to her hands, and a few old housewives stand around her, comforting her with kind words and squeezes on her shoulder. From the descriptions some have given, the blonde woman crying is Emma, Steven's widow.

I reckon Bart will know a few things about the militia. I'm going to pick his brains. If not I'll pull strings at the church again.

Seeing as Joose is sat in a field in Leeds at the moment, we're going to assume Bart is still minding the chapel in Wildemill (like Gerald visiting his mum in the tubes), guarding it from spiders and angry pholtean clerics. There are two churches in Orhedge though, St. Cuthbert's and Pelor's. I didn't want to assume to which you were headed, so it's up to you.

[Dog Pants]

The one I live in That's Cuthbert isn't it?

[Grimmie]

It is!

[Dog Pants]

I'll ask the old boys where the militia HQ is then, or their captain, or where people in the militia might hang out when they're having a drink together. In fact I might just go to the pub and ask instead. The Iron Man, is that the human pub?

[Baliame]

Errrrr... Not at all. I wouldn't be afraid about not being able to find them, though, just look for a crowd looking weirdly at Glibberig. We could, however, return to the scene of the second murder and see if we can find anything the guards may have missed.

[FatherJack]

The Iron Man, is that the human pub?

Sounds like a faaabulous bar.

[Dog Pants]

So, this half elf walks into a bar...

I'm going to get a drink and try to strike up a conversation with the barman.

Thanks, a drink was much needed. Been an emotional day today hasn't it? Wonder how the militia will get on without two of their guys. Hey, you think that's a coincidence?

[Grimmie]

Thanks, a drink was much needed. Been an emotional day today hasn't it? Wonder how the militia will get on without two of their guys. Hey, you think that's a coincidence?

The barman frowns, fills a dimpled mug with ale, and hands it to the rosy-cheeked man next to you.

Yes, I do.

Well, you shay that, but that elf's got a point, dun'ee? Shawful strange one a' them gets hacked down, then anuff'a one. Does'nuh shound like a coinshidenshesh.. coi.. Shounds shifty! Wonder who's gunna be next? Y'think they'll have a one a' them call-tuh-arms meetingsh?

[Dog Pants]

Well, maybe not then. How many militia are there? I mean, if there's two hundred of them it's probably not a coincidence. Suppose if they were friends it stands to reason they move in similar circles. I'm pretty handy with a sword and bow, I might offer up my arm to them. Do you get paid for it? What's a call to arms? Do they recruit there?

Oh, and I'm not an elf.

[Dog Pants]

[Grimmie]

Sorry, busy all weekend/bank holiday. Our internets went down for most of the day at work, first chance I've had to look.