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Many tales begin in a tavern, this one was no different. Yesterday there had been a celebration and a few villagers had decided to keep up with it, though luckily for anyone sleeping at the bedding upstairs, the Inns walls were suprisingly thick.
As soon as any of you get up, or enter the inn you are quickly approached by the Innskeeper, Rolf Brownstein, a sturdy man with a white vest that hadn't been afraid partaking in yesterdays siege, and was even less afraid recounting the events.
"We were damn lucky we got yer about, damn weird looking goblin folks what did you call 'em again, hoi, sleepy, what were they called.." He nudged a fellow adventurer that was mostly lying on the table, hungover and groaning. While claiming to be a great wizard he had shown himself to be mostly a charlatan, though he did seem to know a few things about the world, for example he had named the weird, fishlike looking goblins with their sticky combat tactics as..
"Kwotoda! That wus it, aye, damn Kwotoda-Goblins! anyway, them messed up beasties .. did you see one of them trying to drag Nancy off god knows why? Next time we should send Rafelia out front, you might get lucky, eh?" The Barkeeper shouted over his shoulder, which elicitied general amusement from the villagers and a pained yet mirthful grin from another man at the table.
"Anyway, glad you're up and about. .. it was a chaos yesterday, are you one of those that helped defend the village? Well, either way, thanks, but theres more. ..
The creatures ran away too fast. Sure, ya scared 'em good, but unless ya can give 'em a proper scare, they'll be comin' back soon as you leave..
Men and I have decided to give you your great payment, 5 gold each, but only once you went down to their cave and caused some real trouble for them fellows.. You don't have to kill 'em all or anything, just smack 'em about, drive them away, I dinnae know, if ya got 'em to settle down where they bother none of us we'd be happy enough." The man nodded.
"Markus can show ya to where that cave is, chance for ya to get away from yer dragon at home, aye?" The innskeeper and, considering the villages size, acting mayor of the village grinned back to the same man from before, who'd sigh but get up compliantly, after finishing his morning-celebratory beer that was. Judging by his slight swaying in getting up he wouldn't be of use in a fight.
"I'll be glad once those disgusting goblins are gone, slimey, chittering, blubbering things those. But you go get 'em while the suns up, cowardly things never bothered us during the day, bet they sleep now."
You are in a moderatly busy bar-room, most of the space taken up by two tables and a barcounter, one door leading into the back, one flight of stairs up to the rentable bedrooms and of course the main entrance leading outside to the streets of the small farming and fishing village whose existance is mostly build up around the large Travel Inn, Brownsteins Rest, together with it being small enough for few enough nobles to even bother sending tax-collectors towards it.
While you could set out to explore on your own, there is no other civilized place for many miles and the town has, apart from the Inn and a food market(The farmers trading with the fishers and vice versa, really), there doesn't seem to be all that much of grave importance to do... ignoring recent events.
The barricades around the town centre still mostly stand, if you were around last night you quite vividly remember the attack.. though perhaps the term 'Failed Raid' would be more appropriate, as the attackers withdrew when realizing they were faced with actual opposition. Only one of the attackers lies dead upon the barricade now, in the morning light he.. it? looks even less like you think the average goblin looks.
If not held back, or otherwise questioned, Markus stumbled out of the bar, grinning, waving everyone looking like a capable adventurer after him, making sure to wander up to the barricades and kick the dead creature a little, stumbling almost before focusing his gaze down and towards a point where the small beach before the village meets with a rising of cliffs.
As soon as any of you get up, or enter the inn you are quickly approached by the Innskeeper, Rolf Brownstein, a sturdy man with a white vest that hadn't been afraid partaking in yesterdays siege, and was even less afraid recounting the events.
"We were damn lucky we got yer about, damn weird looking goblin folks what did you call 'em again, hoi, sleepy, what were they called.." He nudged a fellow adventurer that was mostly lying on the table, hungover and groaning. While claiming to be a great wizard he had shown himself to be mostly a charlatan, though he did seem to know a few things about the world, for example he had named the weird, fishlike looking goblins with their sticky combat tactics as..
"Kwotoda! That wus it, aye, damn Kwotoda-Goblins! anyway, them messed up beasties .. did you see one of them trying to drag Nancy off god knows why? Next time we should send Rafelia out front, you might get lucky, eh?" The Barkeeper shouted over his shoulder, which elicitied general amusement from the villagers and a pained yet mirthful grin from another man at the table.
"Anyway, glad you're up and about. .. it was a chaos yesterday, are you one of those that helped defend the village? Well, either way, thanks, but theres more. ..
The creatures ran away too fast. Sure, ya scared 'em good, but unless ya can give 'em a proper scare, they'll be comin' back soon as you leave..
Men and I have decided to give you your great payment, 5 gold each, but only once you went down to their cave and caused some real trouble for them fellows.. You don't have to kill 'em all or anything, just smack 'em about, drive them away, I dinnae know, if ya got 'em to settle down where they bother none of us we'd be happy enough." The man nodded.
"Markus can show ya to where that cave is, chance for ya to get away from yer dragon at home, aye?" The innskeeper and, considering the villages size, acting mayor of the village grinned back to the same man from before, who'd sigh but get up compliantly, after finishing his morning-celebratory beer that was. Judging by his slight swaying in getting up he wouldn't be of use in a fight.
"I'll be glad once those disgusting goblins are gone, slimey, chittering, blubbering things those. But you go get 'em while the suns up, cowardly things never bothered us during the day, bet they sleep now."
You are in a moderatly busy bar-room, most of the space taken up by two tables and a barcounter, one door leading into the back, one flight of stairs up to the rentable bedrooms and of course the main entrance leading outside to the streets of the small farming and fishing village whose existance is mostly build up around the large Travel Inn, Brownsteins Rest, together with it being small enough for few enough nobles to even bother sending tax-collectors towards it.
While you could set out to explore on your own, there is no other civilized place for many miles and the town has, apart from the Inn and a food market(The farmers trading with the fishers and vice versa, really), there doesn't seem to be all that much of grave importance to do... ignoring recent events.
The barricades around the town centre still mostly stand, if you were around last night you quite vividly remember the attack.. though perhaps the term 'Failed Raid' would be more appropriate, as the attackers withdrew when realizing they were faced with actual opposition. Only one of the attackers lies dead upon the barricade now, in the morning light he.. it? looks even less like you think the average goblin looks.
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If not held back, or otherwise questioned, Markus stumbled out of the bar, grinning, waving everyone looking like a capable adventurer after him, making sure to wander up to the barricades and kick the dead creature a little, stumbling almost before focusing his gaze down and towards a point where the small beach before the village meets with a rising of cliffs.
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