Chapter 1: Meeting the Cuckold Moose

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Jun 26, 2016 4:28 pm
"You use a lot of words," declares Skeinkaldr. "Are you saying you want to fight? Or you gots something to fight? Either way, there's coin on the line."
Jun 27, 2016 6:59 am
"Coin." The cadaverous figure utters the word with obvious disdain. "Yes, there will be spoils. I make war on false gods. There are always spoils in war." The lidless eyes turn towards Xhava. "You, priest, what god do you serve?
Jun 27, 2016 11:37 am
I continue my conversation with Ebri. "The name's Xhava. And here I thought this evening would be an uneventful one." I drink my water and watch the newcomer with amusement. I don't otherwise acknowledge him.
Jun 27, 2016 4:09 pm
"Again with the lots of words," mutters the barbarian. "But I did hear war and coin; that's good enough for me." Skeinkaldr drains his mug before planting it back upon the table.
Jun 27, 2016 10:14 pm
Xhava... An almost broken smile spreads across her face. She keeps her head down, and whispers, Xhava...xhavaxhavaxhavaxhavaxhavaxhava.....T-thank you... She continues to play with her fingers, but upon hearing a voice coming their direction, she looks up to see a tall, frighting man next to a even taller man across the room. She sees the dark figure staring at Xhava. Ebri's eyes flicker to her, and she lightly tugs at Xhava's clothes.
Jun 27, 2016 11:02 pm
I return my attention to my new drinking companion. We must make a strange pair, but no less stranger than those around us. Perhaps we blend in by standing out. "Yes, Ebri, do spit it out, won't you?"
Jun 28, 2016 2:05 am
T-t-that man...over there... Ebri points towards the tall, dark figure staring in there direction. H-he's l-looking...and speaking...to y-you...
Jun 28, 2016 11:21 am
OOC:
in the Cuckold Moose...
The lively tavern paused for a moment as Malethor made his presence known. His ghoulish face and dark demeanor sent chills down the spines of the weaker travelers. The barmaid noticed the goliath slam his finished drink on the table, however she avoided that direction to avoid the Revenant. Though the lot continued back to their drinks and grub, everyone held a stare from the corner of their eyes.

Ebri and Xhava blended well, despite Abranath's shout about the gods in the cleric's direction. The two ladies were the only other females in the tavern besides the barmaid. The corner table discouraged any drunkards' attention, but wandering eyes grew in numbers the later the night becomes.

Neverwinter and Eversprings are one of the few places you can find decent work. Though due to that fact, the amount of mercenaries and people migrating north has increased greatly. The area is known to be magic dense with hidden treasures throughout. Everyone wants their hands in the pot of gold which slows any real treasure hunting down.

The live band has stopped playing shortly after Malethor approached Skeinkaldr. They've began to pack up their bardic instruments with plans to grab some food before heading out. The kitchen at the Cuckold Moose runs late into the night.
OOC:
on the road to Eversprings...
The young vampire barmaid and the half-orc clean-cut mercenary continued along the flat road. The night did not slow their stride, feeling safer with the caravan's supplies already dropped off. Gellbran notices the amber glow coming from the town a short distance ahead; Eversprings. Aimee and him continued to chat, becoming more fairly familiar with each other as they neared the end of their journey to Eversprings.

The moon was climbing higher, sending a crisp light down to the land. The two would arrive at the Cuckold Moose within the hour, assuming they don't get side tracked.
Jun 28, 2016 11:32 am
"So he is. If he wants a conversation, he can come over here. I will not be shouting across the room. How uncivilized." I motion the two over.
Jun 28, 2016 7:40 pm
Ebri lets out a squeak, and puts her hood back up. Her crippling social anxiety feels like a 100 pound weight on her back as she slouches. She also moves closer to Xhava, and hides her face behind her shoulder.
Jul 1, 2016 7:27 am
The cadaverous figure has its full attention on Xhava now. It spins on its heel, not bothering to look of Skeinkaldr will follow, and closes the distance between it and Xhava. Specifically, the symbol around the dragonborn's neck.
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Rolls

Religion to recognize the symbol - (1d20)

(14) = 14

Jul 1, 2016 11:42 am
OOC:
in the Cuckold Moose...
The walking corpse caught a glimpse of Xhava's symbol. The symbol of blood droplets circling a humanoid skull was menacingly familiar. It could only be the Lord of Murder, god of death; Bhaal. Malethor knows the god favours violent and ritual killing, which is one of the reasons he is feared across Faerun. His Bhaalspawn haven't been seen recently, however he instilled terror into the minds of the common folk. It is not a symbol to be flaunting, not that Xhava is parading her Lord's symbol.

Malethor's unsettling presence draws the attention of several mercenaries, the have a look of wariness on their faces. They feel safe across the room, though are staring more than drinking ale at this point. Some of the other tavern patrons have retired to bed and the musicians have left leaving the space feeling larger than before.
Jul 1, 2016 11:49 am
As the figure approaches and I get a better look at his face, my smile falters slightly and my eyes take on an intensity that I typically reserve for one of my kills. There's something about him that piques my curiosity.

"Much better. To answer your question, I serve Death. Xhava's the name."
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Rolls

Insight - (1d20+5)

(2) + 5 = 7

Jul 1, 2016 7:27 pm
"I am Malethor. It might be said that I have reason to hate the god of death and his agents, but I do not. What I will not suffer are false gods. A death god who kills is true. A god of healing who does not cure is false. Tell me, Xhava who serves Death, how does one kill a god?"
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Jul 1, 2016 8:32 pm
Skeinkaldr remains seated, as it doesn't appear to be a false god in the vicinity that needs to be struck down. He brings his mug to his lips, and scowls as he finds that it is empty. "One more!" he declares.
Jul 1, 2016 9:04 pm
In a audible whisper, ...That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die... From the shadows under her bright yellow cowl, a single piercing, red eye peeks over Xhava's shoulder.
Jul 1, 2016 9:28 pm
I notice the curious onlookers from various corners of the tavern. I utter a few words under my breath, when suddenly the sound of snarling wolves seems to be coming from right outside the tavern window. While the patrons are momentarily distracted, I answer Malethor, keeping my voice low and my tone light. "Hmm, I can't say I've ever tried or wanted to kill a god... but if a god doesn't serve those that worship him, what would be the point of his existence? I ponder the question, mulling over this thought exercise. "I suppose one must acquire power greater than that of the god. One must also make an example of his worshippers to both test their faith as well as that of the god. Finally, once the god is at his weakest, destroy it. Step one, power, is the key. That's where the hard work comes into play. The rest is just... well, play." I smile wickedly, letting my true nature shine through for a moment before painting on my facade of a humble servant of my chosen god. "Theoretically, of course. What a curious question."
OOC:
Using Thurmaturgy to create the sound of wolves.
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Jul 8, 2016 8:22 pm
OOC:
In the tavern...
The sound of wolves distracts the curious mercenaries from Xhava's, as wolves never wander this close to town. Two of the men stand up gathering some equipment to handle the problem, more so out of instinct to fight than anything else. The barmaid has a look on concern on her face, but Rehmein's concern with Skeinkaldr's tab seems more pressing. Bifney, the barmaid, brings the goliath a mug of water.

"Aye, love, Reh is cutting you off for the night. Might want to pay that tab, before you get into a scrap with him."

Eversprings was a good place to find work because of Neverwinter close by, however the past couple weeks have been particularly slow. Many of the mercenaries in the Cuckold Moose have exceeded their tab. Its never a good sign when you can't find work near a large city like Neverwinter.

Rehmein was overhearing the conversation about gods, as it was an interesting topic.
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On the road...
Gellbran and Aimee have arrived at the footsteps of Eversprings, their travel was uneventful beyond the small talk. They had traveled a total of 15 days together and have become fairly comfortable with one another. Aimee was planning on heading for the Cuckold Moose to talk with Rehmein about the barmaid job while Gellbran was stopping in Eversprings to find work. The half-orc is currently driving an empty two horse wagon where he must drop it off to collect his reward. He is looking for Delrick who manages the work board.
OOC:
Okay, everyone should be in Eversprings now! We are moving a bit slow, but I like the picture y'all are painting. Anyways, continue! Also, im assuming those aren't real wolves.
Jul 8, 2016 8:39 pm
Skeinkaldr snarls, but he has no quarrel with the tavern and begrudgingly takes the water. "My tab will be paid, soon as skinny over there makes good on his word," he says, referring to Malethor. The goliath slides his chair back and stands, draining the mug in a single motion. Skeinkaldr grabs his pack and slings it over one shoulder, then steps up behind Malethor, near Xhava and Ebri's table.
Jul 8, 2016 10:15 pm
Ebri's eyes go wide as the goliath stands next to Malethor. She tries hide more of her presence behind Xhava.
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