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The note, roughly translated from a dialect of Draconic:

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tO gRuzNAk

fRum mYgnuG

yOus gO aTtaK duH biG rAngEr aNd hiZ fRenDz
lOrD fEaruS nOt sAy Wy

iF yoUs wiNz, yOuz gEt LarGer rAnK
if Youz lOzz, yUo geT pAy cuT

" Hm... not a whole lot of useful info... Other than Lord Fearus... I will note that name..."

"Two.....grusnack.....form...mynugs......yo...attaq.....big...rancher.....un.....frenz.......lo...lo....lord ferus...no....speak....way.....rise...honor...if..yo...wind....loose.....rewart...if....flail..."

Slightly angered at his translation and thrusts the note back.

[Well or DM jst signed off AIM]

I trydge after the old man. I ask what he needs me for and where he knows my name from, whilst watching the clouds in the sky wisp through the air

*taps foot waiting for the DM*

A Big Flying Fish wrote:I trydge after the old man. I ask what he needs me for and where he knows my name from, whilst watching the clouds in the sky wisp through the air

"We need you to help us with a recent... goblin problem. They have been interfering in certain key plans as of late, and you will be rewarded well if you assist us. If you are interested, head east... there you will meet a contact of mine, Sir Edward*. He will give you further instructions."



*No intentional relation to any historical figure. Purely fictional.

Iceberg wrote:*taps foot waiting for the DM*

The sack does indeed contain a fair amount of wealth. There is also a rough map directing you to the supposed location of where this Torg is being held.


[Sorry I haven't been on, I had some unexpected company today]

Looks like I'm still skulking in the shadows...neat!

"So we're leaving for Wales, but we're all the way up here in Scotland." I walk over and right an upturned table, picking up some paper that got scattered on the floor as well as an inkwell. Then I proceed to sketch out a very rough map of the region on one piece of paper, and lower my voice to discourage eavesdroppers. "I think we should follow the river Ness to the southwestern coast, then cross over and travel along the coastal roads, or alternatively take a ship to Wales."

Majin Gojira wrote:Looks like I'm still skulking in the shadows...neat!

Well, you're down there, outside the cabin.

I'm going to peak into the window and try to get a better view of what is happening

Spot check: 8+3=11

Crayz9000 wrote:"So we're leaving for Wales, but we're all the way up here in Scotland." I walk over and right an upturned table, picking up some paper that got scattered on the floor as well as an inkwell. Then I proceed to sketch out a very rough map of the region on one piece of paper, and lower my voice to discourage eavesdroppers. "I think we should follow the river Ness to the southwestern coast, then cross over and travel along the coastal roads, or alternatively take a ship to Wales."

The first sounds like a good plan. It would allow me to avoid having to pass as human in human settlements

JediNeophyte wrote:

Iceberg wrote:*taps foot waiting for the DM*

The sack does indeed contain a fair amount of wealth. There is also a rough map directing you to the supposed location of where this Torg is being held.


[Sorry I haven't been on, I had some unexpected company today]

About how much, and in what forms? (just give me an order-of-magnitude estimate - I'm going to take a quick glance in the bag and stuff it in my backpack to avoid attracting undue attention from backalley toughs and similar less than savory types).

Alyrium Denryle wrote:The first sounds like a good plan. It would allow me to avoid having to pass as human in human settlements

"Very well..." I turn to the others, but pause midway as I think I hear something...

[Listen: 11 +4 = 15]

[edit: d'oh]

Iceberg wrote:About how much, and in what forms? (just give me an order-of-magnitude estimate - I'm going to take a quick glance in the bag and stuff it in my backpack to avoid attracting undue attention from backalley toughs and similar less than savory types).

In the area of 50g.

Them's folk in that thar cabin

[This is in your hands now - Duncan will not be going with you. Players in this group not on at the time of any major decisions are assumed to follow with the party and in the case of combat are off scouting/hunting/whatever.]

Crayz9000 wrote:

Alyrium Denryle wrote:The first sounds like a good plan. It would allow me to avoid having to pass as human in human settlements

"Very well..." I turn to the others, but pause midway as I think I hear something...

[Listen: 11 +4 = 15]

[edit: d'oh]

I listen as well....Natural 20

" I dont hear anything"

Alyrium Denryle wrote:" I dont hear anything"

"Maybe." I walk over to the window and take a look outside, still feeling rather suspicious.

[Spot: 10 +4 = 14]

I draw my bow and join him

Spot: 14+5=19

[Shoot. I just realized that our DM is offline again.]

JediNeophyte wrote:
"We need you to help us with a recent... goblin problem. They have been interfering in certain key plans as of late, and you will be rewarded well if you assist us. If you are interested, head east... there you will meet a contact of mine, Sir Edward*. He will give you further instructions."



*No intentional relation to any historical figure. Purely fictional.

GOBLINS! The green skin scum must DIE. I need no reward, I shall cleanse the retched infestation from the face of this Earth.

Grozny promptly bursts through the door of the old mans house and hurries off to the east, looking for Sir Edward

I buy a week's worth of provisions and start heading north to find and free this "Torg" character.

[Result of spot check (taken from PM)]

"You have spotted a reptilian humanoid spying on your group through a window..."

I edge away from the window, draw my sword when I'm out of his sight, and slip out the back door of Duncan's house. Then I quietly walk around the house to see if I can capture the humanoid and discover what he was doing spying on us...

[Move Quietly: 19 +4 = 23]