The Temple of Elemental Evil game thread

When the innkeeper is available, Johnny will pay for a common room and a common meal, but he is interested in hearing what the innkeeper has to say about the rumors.

Once the innkeeper is finished he will turn to those of the party that are there and ask "Everyone seems to be settling in at the moment, do you guys want to meet up in an hour, once everyone has had a chance to get settled, and discuss the leads that we have and which ones we want to run do first?"

After that he will start moving his gear into his room and organise stabling for his donkey

"Communal beds are 1 silver a head. If y'prefer I can settle some bedding in your room. Enough for three heads. Simpler food for 1 silver a head, unless yer working them too hard...also, anyone with mounts, go speak to the stablemen outside and hand the slender fellow five silvers"

Anrin is charged 4cp for a mug of mead, and counts all labourers among the crowd. A sprig of mistletoe hangs, obvious but not imposing, from above a gently crackling fireplace. "Halt, kind fellow, I see thy shield. A knight of Celene, no less a Brother of the Unicorn. I heard of them being a little taller though. Regardless, I am glad such an entity has responded to us in this time of danger, for who knows what could occur again in hommlet?" A few faces look up and the notion surely enters a few conversations. The woman is indeed a forester, and recounts that the woods to the east out of the village have been left unchecked due to bandits raising their activities, and that even the rangers of the Gnarley Forest have stayed away from the northern Gnarley. She keeps her activities closer to hommlet and has to travel quietly, with hired protection. There is also a younger man drinking at his bar, a little past his sensibilities.

Players may choose to spend their daily lifestyle expenses, or pay seperately for each meal/stay. 8sp = a modest room and modest meal

The day is still welcoming you outside, and the barkeep arranges for your rooming tonight. The stableboy and groom outside are free for care of mounts.

A man, a farmer, speaks up: "the bandits are only men. It's been a year now since they showed up. Mainly on the east road towards Nulb. If no-one has the muscle to drive them away, of course they'll show up now and again. The only militia we have here are retired, or hired hands!"

Another man: "Well, we will certainly be grateful to the elves now that they've sent to drive them off."

"Are we to assume that's who these strangers are?"

They sip from tankards with regularity, swilling the golden liquid and spilling it on their clothing.

It seems you have the right man. He seems stronger than you expected, but is unarmoured, and only brandishes an ornate dagger by his side, within his reach. "NO...no no no, I am FINE friend....hey fellow, shiny armour. I like it. Verymuch. You...you new here?"

This strikes Matthias as odd. He doesn't sip like a drunkard, or have the stench of ale; he seems to have been paying attention to your conversations though, judging from his movements at the bar.

The commoners look up in amazement, staring at each other, a little bemused. "Well, I'm glad they sent one!" Another inebriated individual quips: "Half of one, Groud?" And the room erupts in laughter, with several of the folk restraining themselves in quiet respect, where others could not with bellies full of beer and good food. "We mean no offense, little fellow, we are just...just, playing. We are glad to have you and your circus band here." "...they have weaponry, you fool!.." "...Hey there, lady? How do I get boot-lickers like yours?.." "You can barely feed your own mouth, mug!"

You feel like the bar atmosphere is getting a little bit heated. A few individuals, the forester included, begin to stir and walk out of the room. "These folk are probably the only danger to you, other than the bandits", she replies, while leaving.

Elmo looks uncomfortable, and takes a winky-eyed look around the room. He groans, coughs, and lays low on the bar. He is quite still and does not seem to be swaying, as he seems to be forcing a new defensive composure. He hasn't noticed you checking him.

Sensing the tension in the air Johnny nervously ( but trying to conceal it roll below ) says

"Well it seems that the villagers here are just as foolish and ignorant as villagers anywhere else. I guess grubbing around in fields all day doesn't do much for your manners".

I was hoping my personality choice might take a little longer to get me into trouble ;-)

Based on my current cash reserves and the fact that I have to have a donkey, I am going to have to go communal room and cheap food. Johnny will ask ( when the situation permits ) Anrin if he can leave certain items with him in his room while he is in town, at least until he can afford better accomodations

Johnny is granted inspiration

"Who you calling ignorant, bub?" Stirs a tiny but stocky human woman. "You for'ners barge into our establiushhhhment and come t'lecture us on manners? We got's a certain way'o'dealing with manners"

The man at the bar throws a metal tankard to the floor for effect, and cautions: "easy, easy now folk"

Elmo faintly looks at members of your party, and his dazed look is mixed with intrigue.

"Anrin is granted inspiration

There are 9 other folk here if you include Elmo. The barkeep hurries to work and prepares another barrel on the shelf. "Thank ye kindly Sir. Name's Ostler".

"Can't be arguin' w'that" says an older fellow, a little sheepishly.

Elmo downs his current drink, grabs another from Anrin's round, and stumbles out the door whilst downing that one too. "Timeshh be ticken!" he proclaims, and lets the empty tankard clatter on the floor by the entrance. He is nearly tripping over his own feet, and briefly leans himself against the door on the way out.