Thomas and the others went to the Crimson Serpent warehouse at dawn, where the wagon was waiting. They were greeted by the robed man they had met the day before in the company of 'the Lady', he introduced himself as 'Eliphas'. He barely suppressed a chuckle when he saw 'Miss Majikus'.
"Very comendable" he smiled, "If I may assist?"
He made some passes in the air and Majikus's appearance was transformed to that of Miss deKrynn.
"Don't worry, it will wear off in about 4 hours" he said, "then you will revert to to your pervious version. Oh, and you will need this too." He gave Majikus the fake Kiira. "It radiates magic, but has no powers. Now, I suggest 'Miss deKrynn' and her guard take the driving board, the rest of you hide below the furs. Don't get excited, they are of low value and below them is straw. I take it one of you can drive a team of horses? Sergeant Lewes and the patrol will follow at a safe distance.
Any last questions?"

"Well i ken ride horses so i guess im passing fer de orc eh?" Barent climbs onto the wagon and lifts the reins, "All aboard that coming aboard! Heh heh"
"OK boss, tell me when ya want to set off, just how long we gonna be waitin fer other poeple tae show up?"

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"Very well, I shall do my best. Here goes."
Garacaius starts to sing as he crawls into the wagon.

"One fine dawn in the city of the bridge
A harlot so fair in the wagon be
More proud and tall than the little midge
Fixing her hair for all to see

Leaving the silvered knight
We start the stroll
When the Inn comes to sight
We...."

Garacaius stops with knitted brows, "We.." he stops again. "I'm sorry gentlemen, I haven't done this in a long time. Perchance Thomas can continue with some tales from the road?"

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Majikus jumps into the front of the wagon beside Barent.

"Well lads, we've got a while to go before we get to the mage thingymajig so let us watch the country pass and either let Garacaius make more of the song he is making or let him make a song about all of us...individually! Now that would be interesting! Make it ryhme and light hearted! Let nothing said in the song be taken the wrong way! So onward my good elf! Make us a song for the journey!"

Majikus then turns to Barent and asked him quietly...

"Barent, as you're a dwarf, do you like Elves? Why? just out of curiosity and also tell me the reasons for your choice"

"I dinnae have nae problems with them lad, just as long as they dinnae double cross i get on with them just dandy i do, but if they get on the wrong side of mae blade, well you knae what i ken do dont ya?" With this Barent turns and checks the back of the cart with a big grin on his face.

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Pimm, approaches the wagon with a smile, and shouts a greeting to the bunch mounting the wagon...

"Good day friends, I have heard through rumors that the city no longer seeks to put our necks in a noose, so I've decided to step out and see how everyone fared..."

"Ah, I see even more have been snared into the plot" he says, noticing the strangers in the wagon.

(Ooc, back from vacation....)

Jakob, not hearing any objections, crawls onto the wagon. "Hey, lads," he says, "This is a perfect opportuinity to get our hands on deKrynn's papers, so we can see for ourselves what's going on. Just tell our new employers that we're worried the contact will ask for us to prove our identity. Talking of proof of identity, is anyone willing to forge Jeweler's Guild certificates for me, or will that not be necessary? You'll have to excuse me, I might not be much for conversation on this trip..."
(OOC, I'm on a dial up connection, and my parents may want to have the line free at least some of the time tonight. I'll show up if and when I can.)
He finds what looks like a comfortable spot on the back of the wagon and settles down for the journey.

Thomas hauled the stragglers aboard and the wagon left the city. The patrol followed at some distance, barely keeping the wagon in sight. "So, its a song you want - how about this one:
Three wheels on my wagon, and we're still rolling along,
the Tan-ar-ii are after me,
but I'm singin' a happy song....
all together now!"

"ok meladdies, everyone apart from majikus the she-man, har har, and Xander hide under the rags, we're getting close to the inn!"
As Barent glanced behind him he caught a glimpse of a handful of guards, they looked fine in their polished armour. But then again, the way the polish their armour doesnt show how well they fight...

Xander says, "You want me to stay up here? <short pause> Are you trying to get us killed? perhaps you haven't noticed, but I am half drow. Tiny minds like yourself may not realize this but humans don't generally don't like us drow, they tend to burn us. So i you don't mind,I'll go hide now."
Xander then gets up and makes his way to where the others are hidden. H
mutters in undercommon to the others "I wish I had an intelligence spell so I could cast it on that one," gesturing to Barent

Wed night online:
The wagon rolled along the road, following the River Rauvin south towards Everlund through wooded country. After a couple of hours they came to a side trail with a notice 'To Trolls Head Inn', Barent took this trail. Looking back out of the wagon, Knomal saw the trail go 'dark'.
A hobgoblin stepped out of the trees and commanded them to stop. They did so and Majikus/deKrynn, Barent and Xalen followed the pair of Hobgoblins up the trail to the ruined Inn. Out stepped a male drow who demanded the gem. Majikus gave it him and Er-Cam told him/her the reward was in the Inn. When Majikus entered the Trolls head Inn he was attacked by a Dire Rat. He fired off spells but was bitten, luckily he did not catch any disease.
Er-Cam disappeared into the trees and Barent went to help Majikus, when the Hobgoblin chief tried to stop him Barent attacked. However, he was still weak from his wounds and the Hobgoblin cut him down. Xalen overcame his hobgoblin and Majikus fried the rat with spells. The two of them then combined to take down the Hobgoblin leader.
Meanwhile, back at the wagon: Garacius, Jakob and Pimm tried to sneak out of the wagon but were peppered with javelins from the trees. Knomal returned fire from the wagon. Garacius crashed into the undergrowth straight into a Hobgoblin. His mage armour saved him and his magic missiles took out 2 Hobgoblins.
The combined forces of Pimm, Jakob and a summoned dog accounted for the last Hobgoblin. They looted the bodies and joined their colleagues at the ruined Inn. Barent was beyond saving. They searched the Inn but found nothing, even the rat had 'disappeared'.
The soldiers rode up to tell how they had been 'mislead' by darkness and ghostly sounds and had missed the side trail. They did not understand why the party had not used the horn the Lady had loaned them. A soldier found a small silver locket with a heart pierced by a dagger.
They turned the wagon round and headed back towards Silverymoon.

OoC 120xps each for Majikus, Xalen, Jacob, Garacius Knomal and Pimm.
120 posthumoneous xps for Barent. Nothing for Thomas or Xander cowering in the wagon.


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Majikus tries to get comfortable but his wound in the leg is sore and painful. He has lost some blood but no wherenear enough to kill him. He glances to the left and stares at the corpse of the dead dwarf...

"C'mon lads, surely we could raise him? I would put some money towards his raise and maybe the 'fair' lady would be willing to help raise him? I'm sure you people would like it if you could be raised couldn't you? I would for one! So what do ya say? Raise him and let him be thankful to us?"

Majikus looks around expectantly at the group awaiting a response...

OOC: Erran...D'oh! You mean Xandar. I was hacking up Hobgobs :D

Xalen finally returns to the inn, weary, but still in full health after his brush with the hobgoblins. But, unfortunately, the same cannot be said for the Dwarf. Ah well, Xalen thinks to himself, he never cared much for that Dwarf anyway, though he did graciously accept the Dwarf's money from his cooling corpse. Ah, perhaps he wasn't so bad after all, Xalen thinks to himself as he grins. What a day it had been.

Xalen orders a plate of food from the barkeep and a tankard of ale, taking time to sort out what had happened that day. He now trusted the noble elf who had suggested this whole mission even less. Hopefully soon, he could confront this woman. Somehow something didn't seem right before all of this started, and now it seemed even less so. First they start down a side trail leading to an ambush while powerful magics mislead the guards, then while their compaions were being surrounded by Hobgoblins, he, Barrent, and Majicus were being ripped off by a drow. He could have very well lost his life in that scurmish, but somehow he did enjoy splitting that Hobgoblin in two with a mighty first strike and seeing the disbelief in the leader's eyes as he took him down as well. But still, Xalen thought to himself as he was finishing his meal, this smelled of conspiricy. Someone wanted them dead on the raod that day, and he would be suprised if it was just that Drow with the silver...wait a second. Xalen jumps up from his seat and rushes over to where Majicus is sitting.

"Majicus, I just realized something.". Xalen hauls the mage from his seat and spins him around in excitement. "Do you realize we had forgotten the most distinguishing part about that Drow? Think back, man, back to the inn. Remember when he was motioning for you to bring the gem forth? Remember the silver gleam in the sunlight? The Drow had a silver hand of some sort! That may well be the best way we can identify this evil elf who almost cost us our lives! How could we be so forgetful!?"

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A tall, naked, well endowed elf emerges from the forest behind the inn muttering to himself,
"Godamn blast them Hobgoblins by Beshabes Busoms and by the nine hells of Baator!"
Seeing the bodies of the dead hobgoblins the naked elf draws closer to the bodies.
"My oh my, these..they couldnt be! Why yes it is the hobgoblins that ransacked me!"
Feeling his chaotic side overcome him the elf strips the oversized goblin naked and dresses himself for the first time in days.
"By aoskar feels good to be clothed once again, even if the garments do have a stench of pig to them."
Noticing the scuffle marks around the outside of the inn the keen eyed ranger spots the tracks of a wagon and three other gentlemen plus 6 men wearing military style armour, yet the military men were all grouped togther idnicating that they had no part in the fight.
Deciding to follow the cart trail the ranger set off carrying only his short bow, a rapier, his pouch of 56 gold and his armour, and of course the explorers outfit the Hobgoblin was wearing until a few minutes ago.

Following the tracks the elf arrived in the town of Silverymoon, further using his keen sense of tracking ability he followed the trail to a small inn, opposite a shop. Deciding to make a visit to the shop beforehand the elf buys 40 arrows for his short bow.
Walking into the inn the boisterous elf asked "Was anyone here involved at the scuffle at the old inn involving some hobgoblins?"...

Ooc: since my old bladehappy character died i made a ranger
Erran, how much does it cost to buy 40 arrows?

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Majikus looks up at the elf...

"What of it stranger? And what do you know of it? But yes, one of us was slain and now lies in the cart? Would you want to see him?"

Majikus stands up and walks towards the cart and beckons the elf to come with him...

"Oh and another thing...get better clothes...you smell like a pig! Not meaning to be offensive but you need to have a change of clothes!"

"Why good sir, you are very helpful."
The ranger looks over the dead dwarf with slight amusement, "Looks like a nasty sort of fellow, mgiht be better that he was slain."
"I take it that no-one will miss him?"
Seeing the young mage nod the elf has an idea.
"So would it be out of order of me to ask for his things? I wouldnt ask normally as im a good person at heart but i was robbed by the hobgoblins you...disposed off and i have nothing except what you see to my name, so may i? Maybe while im making use of the body we could chat and see what the other person's story is..."

Ooc: my racial enemy is humans, so what bonuses do i get?

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hey, ive been reading this story for quite a while now, and i just got enough courage to register. anyways, i was wondering if i could jump in this story and how? sorry if i posted this in the wrong place. plz reply asap thank you

He observed his new outfit and decided that his wound has not done much bad to the new outfit. "Rats," he said aloud, "I was about to be killed and now I worry of my clothes!" Knomal ordered some food for himself but was in no mood to eat.

"It would be much easier for the city to send some seasoned warriors in disguise to capture whoever wanted the gem in his hands. And... 'Tis logical for an elf to want the gem, even for a dark elf. I am afraid that we could have made some powerful enemies there, and I suspect nobody would be there to care about our lives..."



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Xander looks over at Majikus's wounded leg and offers to help him with a heal spell. He is then asked why he did not help with the fight. Xander cooly, and without a hint of emotion, replies, "The hobgoblins didn't affect the balance of things. So I had no reason to become involved."

ooc: I'm guessing by skedaddles remark you have made it to an inn.

As the adventurers are eating a dark elf walks into the inn, not the one seen earlier, but none the less he is a full blooded Drow. He ventures over to a table, sits down and relaxes at his solitary table away from the others

Majikus accepts the healing spell offered by Xander and then proceeds to ask him a question concerning the part he played in the battle...

Ooc: Erran, I'm back up to full health from 3hp to 6hp right?

Majikus then turns his attention back to the elf and the dead dwarf and then replied,

"Yeah i guess you could take some of his stuff...i mean, it looks bloody unlikey anyone would want to raise him except for me and i have no where near enough money to raise him."

When asked why he would want to raise the dwarf Majikus replies,

"He was my cell mate and he helped me through some bad times and he tried to help save me but was cut down by a Hobgoblin...and i would at least want to see him be buried properly if not raised..."

*Silence for a minute when a thought suddenly dawned on Majikus*

"Hey, i'll let you have all of his stuff for one very small favour...okay this is how it goes...okay, after the battle, there was a small silver amulet found near where Barent was slain...This amulet is a lead onto who was the buyer of the gem and he is also the one that was the main cause behinf My friends death. So after all this mess is cleared up, could you make sure that i get that amulet as a sought of memory of the dwarf and the battle in which he was slain?"

Majikus then looks at the elf for a response...

"Oh and what also be's yur name? Mines Majikus"

Thomas looked at Bayle in the Hobgobin's armour and Rolled On The Floor Laughing.
"That hobgobin was 6ft 6" and you are what 5ft 5"? You look ridiculous!" When he heard Majikus was about to give Barent's gear away to a complete stranger he objected strongly.
"That's not your call Majikus, thats a group decision. I say we sell it to raise some funds!"

Just then Sergeant Lewes arrived with the patrol. "If you gentlemen would like to follow me, there's someone who would like to thank you." When he saw a full drow in the Inn his face went white. "Arrest that creature!" The drow was apprehended and taken away. He lead off back to the courthouse. Thomas followed him: "Anyone else comming?"

OoC1 To jump in, easy.
1) send me your character in .cg3 fomat, 32pt buy, 120gp of gear.
2) Roleplay your way into the story. Try and be creative. Avoid the 'meeting in an Inn' cliche if you can.

OoC2 Rangers can't pick human as racial enemy in FR, its too broad. You can pick eg 'Zhentarim' or 'Dragon Cultist' You will get a bluff bonus and +1 damage on hits.

NB I have had no character sheet for any drow. I will treat him as an NPC until I do.
Drow in Silverymoon are about as welcome as Paladins in the Underdark.



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Jakob looked at Sergeant Lewes, and then to Xalen. "I agree with everything you've said so far, " he whispers," this is distinctly fishy, and I imagine living witnesses would be none too popular. On the other hand, this could well be the only way we could get to the bottom of this conspiracy. What say you?...Hmmm, I'd probably be as well not to go anyway, seeing as I refused in the first place."

"Agreed, Jakob, and besides, this may very well be the only chance I have to have a conversation with the Sargent. I need to tell him what I remember about our Drow assailant if we have any hope at all of finding this fiend. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you yet, did I. Jakob, this might very well be the missing piece of the puzzle we've been looking for. Now, out discription of the Drow earlier was rather...*plain*. But I just remembered that the dark elf had some sort of silver hand. Now how many Drow can bost, or perhaps try to conceal such an obvious feature. Now I may be able to have my revenge on this dispicable elf who almost cost me my life."

Xalen follows behind Thomas and Jakob as he watches the Drow hauled off by the guards. "Stupid one, isn't he," Xalen mutters to Thomas as he walks down the road. "A dark elf showing his face in broad daylight, serves him right for his boldness. By the way, I've remembered something about our dark elf fiend from earlier today. Do you know of anyone aroud town familiar enough with Drow lore to recognize such a striking feature as a silver hand, perchance?"

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The ranger, seeing the group walk out of the inn follows and amkes ocnversation withe young mage, "Well good sir my name is Bayne, nice to meet you. I overheard your friends remark about it not being your choice, how about you put it to the group that i give 25gp for all the equipment, after it is all second hand and you wouldnt get a better price for it and i am in dire need of equipment. Oh and about that locket, i shall do whatever it takes short of murder, good sir."
Embraced in idle curiosity the ranger follows the the group to see what is happening and hopeing that he can become in the downfall of the leader of the hobgoblins...

"Drow craftsmen are especially fond of adamantite... Silver? I wonder why a drow would like silver....", Knomal paused, "Have you ever considered that the man might not be drow at all? We've managed to make deKrynn out of Majikus..."

Lewes led them to an inner room where the Mage Eliphas was waiting.
"Even though you were unable to capture the 'buyer' the City of Silverymoon is grateful for your efforts. Knowing that the drow are involved - is worse than we had feared. We would not have exposed you to such danger had we known. The locket that the patrol found marks him as a worshiper of Kiaransalee, not Lolth: that is unusual. Can you remember anything else unusual about him?"

Seeing the members of the group all file into the courthouse with the military officer Bayne decides to retarct his offer to buy the dead dwarves equipment and instead head into the shop call Optyms Blade. During his few moments in the shop he bought 12 gold pieves worth of equipment. when he emerged from the shop he now carried a shiled and his ockets positively bulged with food.
Returning to the courthouse he walked into the room houseing the group and the city milita, hopeing to but in the conversation and join whatever escapade was going on. He heard the officer ask what if the party could remember anything unusual abut the drow.
"Why good sir i know something of the drow you spoke of, he had a peculiar silver hand which he used to cast great magicks. Him and his band of merry Hobgblins accosted me in the forest and i spent a few days traveling wiht them as their un-paid lackey. After afore mentioned days they proceeded to strip me of my posessions and i had to backtrack to gather my armour and weapons. I spent few days in close procinity to this drow and his mercenarys, any questions you have i will gladly answer."
With this the elf bows and listens for questions...

Majikus stands listening to everything intently...

"well i saw him the close up and well i'd say this, he was defintly a drow due to the ebony skin and white hair...he also had a silver hand, is profiecent with the bow, male, can cast spells...Thats all that i can think of...i know that its not much help but i'm doing my best...he also talks in a cold manner..."

Majikus then falls silent...

Knomal chuckled at the mage's words:
"Heh... There's nothing that makes him a drow but the color of his skin. He's not a servant of Lloth. He's proficient with bows? Oh, well what use has the bow in the tight caves of the Underdark? Drow, and they know something of warfare, favor hand crossbows. This, with quarrels, poisoned in the most vicious ways... Silver hand? Not very drow-like, from what I know. A drow needing the gem? Why?"

He took a bite of his roast and continued, chewing:

"From what I have heard, this one was tryin' to look like a dark elf to scare the spirit outta' you. I might be wrong o'course..."

Xalen smirked at Knomal, eating roast as he was in front of obviously important people, and in a courthouse no less. Xalen steps forward from this babbeling mob and speaks.

"Well I say he WAS a Drow. He clearly had the features of one, and contrary to what the mage here remembers, I say he was using a hand crossbow. Now the silver hand is strange to be sure, however we should look on this as good fortune if anything. Such a thing will surely be a rarity among their race. Perhaps this is the break we need to lead us to him. And you ask what a Drow would want with a Kirra? With such great ancient Elven knowledge from Myth Drannor, what Drow would want such a gem."

Xalen turns from arguing with Majikus and Knomal and speaks directly to Eliphas. "Wise sir, surely someone in this city would be familiar enough with the Drow as to know the identity of such a rarity among their kind. I care little for the Drow, inparticular this one that could well have cost me my life, so I would like to see him hunted down. I will help however I may."

"On the other hand," said Jakob, "this gentleman may well have been disguised as a drow to conceal his identity and motives. I find it odd that a Drow would make such a prolonged stay topside, and this buying of military secrets is not like any hunting trip I've heard of. What puzzles me is how deKrynn got the gem in the first place, and where Delver and Oliver fit in all this. I think that given our central role in this we ought to be told all the city knows in relation to this case. After all, were it not for our efforts at the warehouse Er-Cam would have that gem right now."
OOC: can I take a diplomacy check to talk them into revealing more information if they know?

"Xalen, you said that the drow had a silver hand, yes? It sounds like a surfacer to me then. I mean, why else would a drow have a silver hand and not an adamantite one?" Garacaius mutters a little and continues, "As for the religion I wouldn't know, but since the jewel was the "payment" I wonder what use it has, and to who."

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Eliphas spoke gravely: "A silver hand you say? Why of course! Er-cam: One Hand! There is a tale of a drow who lost his left hand in a battle with a Paladin. He had it replaced by a cunning metal version by a gnome, who met an untimely end somewhere down Amphail way.
This 'Er-Cam' will be mad as all 9 hells when he finds out you gave him a fake Kiira. Serves him right as the hobgoblins and summoned rat were probably meant to eliminate you.
Methinks this is all much too dangerous for you. Now, this is not an order, just some friendly advice: For your own safety I would leave Silverymoon until all this blows over. I have been authorised to tell you that the wagon and horses are yours in lieu of payment for services rendered. The wagon has been re-painted plain green.
One more bit of advice, head west, north or east, but not south on the Everlund road."

OoC: Jakob's Diplomacy check succeded.
Bonus xps: 50 to Majikus for his drag act,
50 to Xalen for remembering the vital clue.

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"But where would we go? I mean, i'm a local here and i know not what lies outside here much...and how powerful is this 'Er-cam'?"

Majikus thinks for a moment...

"But if you ever require my services, i would be willing to help! After all, that thing killed and stole my mothers silver pendent and i would want to see it returned to me when all this is settled...But i shall willingly offer my services to you people should you require a necromancer"

Majikus then steps back and listens...

Xalen walks away from the mage for a momnet, trying to let all this sink in. Now a man on the run, possibly hunted by drow, he feels more alone than ever. Xalen looks down and closes his eyes, wondering how exactly he got into all this. He sighs and walks back to the group. "Well, what now exactly. Are we to flee, or are we to stay. If I may make one suggestion at least. Before we decide on any course of action, we really should prepare for whatever this might bring. We need to find out anything we can on this Drow. We must be ready for anything if he finds out our true identity."

Garacaius approaches Eliphas "Excuse me sir, but I have heard talks of a payment in gold to those involved in this mission. Not to sound greedy, but the gold could turn out vital on our future journey."


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Jakob approaches Xalen, then steps with him out of the door. "Can't you see what the nobility of this city are doing? First they send us to fight with this Er-Cam, then they tell us to run away? They want to get rid of us Xalen, we're troublesome, we know too much. Well they're not going to do it! We're going to get to the bottom of this, then we'll shake them up real good. We're going to show these decadent, complacent, petit bourgeouise that the working gnome, er man, er thinking being - deserves respect!"

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear, Garacius isn't it? The wagon and team IS your payment. Sell them for gold or use them to leave Silverymoon, the choice is yours."
Eliphas replied.

Bayne the elf speaks up to the group,
"People, before you decide on a course of action, would it be out of place for me to ask to journey with you? I get the feeling that you are goign to be having further...encounters with the "Drow" that captured me and stole my belongings and i would welcome the chance to...repay...the
"favours" that he done to me. I am knowledgeable in the ways of the wild and wilderness, i can be of some use with both a bow and sword, would i be welcome into your group?"
With his little speech over the elf looks around expectantly at the rag-tag band in the room.

"As you wish, pardon my intrusion."
Garacaius walks away with a feeling of deceit and treachery.
"A wagon and some horses for letting their little problem with this Er-cam pursue us instead. Seems like we all got the death penalty in the courts after all" he thinks to himself

Garacaius approaches Bayne "Well met sir, I wouldn't know what a fellow like you would do in the company of a drow, but I assume we could use an extra hand that aren't of silver. Now excuse me, I need some time of thinking." and he walked out of the room.

Outside the room he sees Jakob and Xalen, "Xalen, now that's a guy with a nose for gold." Garacaius thinks to himself, and walk to join their conversation
"Well met gentlemen, would you be so kind to to share your view on the situation. I'm afraid that mine own is to grim to begin with." and looks curiously at the two

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Majikus decides to nip out quickly and sell the Hobgoblin Long sword and Studded Leather Armor before returning (this is the hobgoblin that ONLY he ransacked...the one that xalen did not search as he searched the cheif and i the other which is this one). "I need to make some damn money to cover my costs!" mutters Majikus to himself...

*A few minutes later*

Majikus returns with a belt pouch feeling noticably heavier! Majikus then walks to Jakob, Xalen and Garacaius to join in their conversation.

"I personally feel that we should sell the cart and horses and make way west as far away from the drow as possible or we could see if the necromancer school i graduated from would let us have a few rooms...for a price and let us stay there under their protection. That would allow us to further any investigations that we may need to do. What do you say then?"

Ooc: how much are the cart and horses worth?


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Xalen looks down at the gnome and looks away. "I don't know Jakob. I don't trust any of these elves any more than you, but what have I to gain from..."
Xalen's train of thought is broken by seeing Gracious aproach. After listening to what he had to say, Xalen interupts. "Well, firstly I feel like I was just robbed. A team of horses and a green wagon indeed. I was promised gold, and I damn well lost my life, and this is my payment. Hmph. Now about this situation...like I was telling our Gnomish companion here, I don't know what to do. Something still doesn't seem right in all of this, and I trust the government of this city about as much as I trusted that Drow. Leaving might save our hide, but honestly, could that Drow touch us in this city. I imagine not, and that might buy us the time we need to decide upon some action. I say we search out anyone that might have some knowledge of this dark elf. The more we know, the better prepared we might be. I'd suggest looking in the slums, if this city has any, and perhaps finding any powerful elven sages that might know of this Drow. I also think..."

Again, Xalen is interrupted by the mage walking up and spouting some nonsense about selling the wagon team. "Majikus, I'd like the money as much as you, but how far would we get on foot before we were captured if we left these city walls. We should keep the team for now, till we can decide on some action. I say we all meet back at the Inn in a little while. I'm about to head to Optimums Blade and see if I can sell off any of these orcish possesions and perhaps pick up some itmes for myself. Anyone else willing to come, lets get moving. To anyone else, I'll be back at the Inn in about an hour. Lets make preparation there."

OoC: Continued under 'Buying and Selling'