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Post by crumblesnout on Sept 27, 2018 15:57:10 GMT
Crumblesnout bounds offstage to the rapturous applause of at least the three people still upright in the Cavernous Seashank, sweat gleaming on his pale gnomish forehead.
After gloating and downing several pints of terrible beer, and a few shots of the intoxicating black liquor Jedd peddles as “the good stuff”, Crumblesnout’s lips are loosened. He tells of the trials he and his Bountiful Talents endured to secure much coveted tickets to the antiques fair at Lightning Bay. He keeps winking, and talking about how he knows someone “very interested” in obtaining of the items. Someone willing to pay handsomely, but who unfortunately can’t attend. So it would need to be obtained... by other means.
“If only I could find a group of adventurers brave and bold enough to pull off a... Not a heist, you understand, because we adventurers are a good sort. But a top secret mission for a very important client. Listen, I’ve even written a song about her...”
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Post by Nuno (Rholor) on Sept 27, 2018 16:16:42 GMT
(Nice! Change the title to "[Greenwich Venue] The Ballad of the Red Elf (Levels 2-5)" and you're golden!)
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Post by grahams on Oct 10, 2018 22:57:35 GMT
Bodhi the beach dwarf is up for his next adventure, on any Wednesday but Halloween. He’s not quite worked out which plot hook is likely to be the one you need a druid for, but his goodberries are available whenever you need him.
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Post by crimson7siren on Oct 11, 2018 9:26:11 GMT
Sounds like a perfect job for a con artist! Moonshine is up for it ^^
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Post by Tamsin (Kalta/Cam) on Oct 11, 2018 22:11:30 GMT
Kalta would definitely be interested
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Paw
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Level 16 Tabaxi Monk - Way of the Open Hand
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Post by Paw on Nov 4, 2018 19:21:25 GMT
While talking about all sorts of dangerous adventures to come, Paw remembers the tickets: "and... wait, Crumblesnout, whatever happened to those tickets we got? I didn't like that lady, by the way, not one bit!"
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Post by Varis/G'Lorth/Sundilar on Nov 9, 2018 23:48:23 GMT
A small blue froglike creature approaches Crumblesnout:
“My master has heard that you intend to visit the antiques market, and may be in need of some assistance. His benevolence will condescend to help the good folk of Port Ffirst in this matter, in the spirit of amity and mutual cooperation between our two great nations.”
Having delivered this puzzling and mildly insulting message, the creature turns and walks from the tavern, leaving a trail of slimy footprints behind it.
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Post by Nuno (Rholor) on Nov 29, 2018 18:15:08 GMT
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