I don't own the Forgotten Realms, bummer, but the rest of this mess is
mine( 'cept Dante, Swifty, Gosran, Aaiilk, Jevic, Makador and the Gnomish
Mafia- those belong to friends).
Time to get this little adventure cookin'...er drinkin'. Oh, thoughts are
in italics. Read and review please.-Kurai Catt
The doors of the Weasel Inn burst open and a richly dressed elderly gentleman with a cane entered. Ilystial glanced toward the door. Not the usual old guy, buy he'll do. She thought Now all he has to say is he needs adventurers and we're in business.
Jevic looked up from his glasses and watched as the gentleman glanced around the room then set his sites on the half-orc and his group. Please let this be the one that takes them far away from me. Please let them find another town. He prayed, knowing full well it was useless, but if it gave him a few days with those miscreants he would be content.
Ilystial watched as the man approached the table. His stride was not that of someone needing a cane and the bounce in his step was that of a much younger man. Curious, she thought. The others began to take notice.
"Just the ones I've been searching for," said the elderly human smiling as he surveyed the group. Ily's dark burgundy eyes narrowed suspiciously as she watched the man. NOBODY came searching for them. Who in their right mind would come looking for two half-orcs, a gnome, fairy elf and a drow. The only exception to this general rule was the gnomish mafia and their sole interest was Gosran.
"Took a little longer to find you than I thought it would," said the gentleman as he pulled a chair up to next to Dante.
"Searching for us?" Asked Ily, her eyes scanning the newcomer. "We've been here for over a week."
The man smiled, "I have a little task that are are most suited. It shouldn't be too dangerous and you will find it most enjoyable."
"Why us?" Asked Ily, leaning back in her chair and arching her back. All this sitting was beginning to get to her. She needed something to do. She was growing restless.
"Let's say, you possess rather the unique skills that are required of this little job."
"How much?" Asked Gosran, his only concern at the moment being gold. The gnomes were due gold soon. Gold that he didn't have.
"What is it?" Asked Swiftmynd, taking command of the situation. The others leaned forward.
"There is a little contest being held at the dwarven mines in a week, a drinking contest, "The human smiled," I'm not a drinker myself and cannot hope to win a drinking contest especially against the likes of dwarves, but you," His smile broadened. "You should have no problem."
"How much?" asked the gnome again.
"Nine hundred each with expenses and bragging rights."
"What do you get out of this? "Ily leaned in closer, not taking her eyes off the man. This is too good to be true. Getting paid to drink. "What if we loose?"
The human almost fell ut of his chair. "My dear, you cannot loose." He settled back into his seat and attempted to gain back his dignity. " All I want is the prize. You get all the glory. It's simple." Before Ilystial could even begin to ask more questions Swiftmynd began summoning, signaling the end of the discussion.
"Makador, O God of Fermented Goodness, allow us your most humble servants to be graced with your golden greatness." The male half-orc finished his prayer and mugs, HUGE mugs of foaming ale materialized on the table.
"So we have a deal?" Asked the man.
"YUP!" smiled the half-orc female, Wildflower and she downed her mug. The other followed each emptying their mug, except the human. Dante leaned over to him, "Ya shoul've at leash one drink. Was a gift from a god. Don wanna anger 'im do ya?" Having said that the surface elf passed out. "Here's the information you'll need. maps ect. We'll meet back here in two weeks time." The man took a drink, not wanting to anger any gods or offend anyone.
The drow giggled, "Maybe we should leave the fairy elf."
The human left a small satchel on the table and stumbled out of the inn.
The doors of the Weasel Inn burst open and a richly dressed elderly gentleman with a cane entered. Ilystial glanced toward the door. Not the usual old guy, buy he'll do. She thought Now all he has to say is he needs adventurers and we're in business.
Jevic looked up from his glasses and watched as the gentleman glanced around the room then set his sites on the half-orc and his group. Please let this be the one that takes them far away from me. Please let them find another town. He prayed, knowing full well it was useless, but if it gave him a few days with those miscreants he would be content.
Ilystial watched as the man approached the table. His stride was not that of someone needing a cane and the bounce in his step was that of a much younger man. Curious, she thought. The others began to take notice.
"Just the ones I've been searching for," said the elderly human smiling as he surveyed the group. Ily's dark burgundy eyes narrowed suspiciously as she watched the man. NOBODY came searching for them. Who in their right mind would come looking for two half-orcs, a gnome, fairy elf and a drow. The only exception to this general rule was the gnomish mafia and their sole interest was Gosran.
"Took a little longer to find you than I thought it would," said the gentleman as he pulled a chair up to next to Dante.
"Searching for us?" Asked Ily, her eyes scanning the newcomer. "We've been here for over a week."
The man smiled, "I have a little task that are are most suited. It shouldn't be too dangerous and you will find it most enjoyable."
"Why us?" Asked Ily, leaning back in her chair and arching her back. All this sitting was beginning to get to her. She needed something to do. She was growing restless.
"Let's say, you possess rather the unique skills that are required of this little job."
"How much?" Asked Gosran, his only concern at the moment being gold. The gnomes were due gold soon. Gold that he didn't have.
"What is it?" Asked Swiftmynd, taking command of the situation. The others leaned forward.
"There is a little contest being held at the dwarven mines in a week, a drinking contest, "The human smiled," I'm not a drinker myself and cannot hope to win a drinking contest especially against the likes of dwarves, but you," His smile broadened. "You should have no problem."
"How much?" asked the gnome again.
"Nine hundred each with expenses and bragging rights."
"What do you get out of this? "Ily leaned in closer, not taking her eyes off the man. This is too good to be true. Getting paid to drink. "What if we loose?"
The human almost fell ut of his chair. "My dear, you cannot loose." He settled back into his seat and attempted to gain back his dignity. " All I want is the prize. You get all the glory. It's simple." Before Ilystial could even begin to ask more questions Swiftmynd began summoning, signaling the end of the discussion.
"Makador, O God of Fermented Goodness, allow us your most humble servants to be graced with your golden greatness." The male half-orc finished his prayer and mugs, HUGE mugs of foaming ale materialized on the table.
"So we have a deal?" Asked the man.
"YUP!" smiled the half-orc female, Wildflower and she downed her mug. The other followed each emptying their mug, except the human. Dante leaned over to him, "Ya shoul've at leash one drink. Was a gift from a god. Don wanna anger 'im do ya?" Having said that the surface elf passed out. "Here's the information you'll need. maps ect. We'll meet back here in two weeks time." The man took a drink, not wanting to anger any gods or offend anyone.
The drow giggled, "Maybe we should leave the fairy elf."
The human left a small satchel on the table and stumbled out of the inn.