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[Edvard346]

The legend of the smith Durgeddin the Black is well known in this region. In each of the small, scattered towns you've passed through, you've heard stories of wondrous treasure hidden in long-lost dwarven vaults and a pitiless war of vengeance between dwarf and orc a hundred years past.
Durgeddin was a master smith who forged blades of surpassing quality and power. Centuries ago, Durgeddin's home was sacked by orcs. Durgeddin led the remnants of his clan to a new stronghold in the mountains north of the town of Blasingdell and established a small, secret stronghold somewhere in the trackless wilderness.
From his hidden redoubt, he waged a decades-long vendetta against all orc-kind, until one day his enemies discovered his fortress and attacked it. Durgeddin and his followers perished, and much wealth was carried away by the conquering hordes. But it's said that the deepest and best-hidden vaults and armories escaped the looting, and that some of Durgeddin's extraordinary blades still wait in the darkness for a hand bold enough to claim one.
You've come to Blasingdell, a small mining town on the northern frontier, to see if there is anything to these stories.

As you come up on the town gates the sells and sounds of mining drift from higher up in the mountain, the ringing of metal on stone, the smell of grease, sweat and a smelter at work.
Closer to the gates a guard calls out from his position ontop of the gatehouse "halt! state your business in this town!" his yell rings through the air and it is clear he is tired and nervous, on either side men stand alert ontop of the walls, armed with heavy crossbows.

Edited by Edvard346, 20 January 2010 - 10:44 PM.

[Mercenary_Leader]

''My name is Mervin Portia and I'm just passing through to buy some supplies and to ask around for the latest news before I continue my journey good sir." answers the small Halfling in a polite tone and making a small bow. His polishes armor and weapons hidden under his light brown traveling cloak.

Edited by Mercenary_Leader, 20 January 2010 - 11:22 PM.

[Oloth the Mad]

Argaen just walks up, dirty and dusty and cloak slightly torn from his journeys, and looks wearily up at the guards and says, "Just a lone traveler seeking an inn for some hot food, cold drink and a restful night's sleep."

[Edvard346]

The guard nods and calls back "alright, you two can come in, if yer wanting somewhere to stay then ye'd best try Miss Sarah's just down the street." down on the gates a small door opened and an older guard steps out armed with a bastard sword and a shield, he motions you forward and says "get inside, quickly now ye don't want to be outside during the night." He glances at the darkening sky and then scans the horizon with distinct apprehension.

[Oloth the Mad]

"How far to Miss Sarah's and what happens at night? You turn into a werewolf or something?" Argaen replies as he walks through the door.

[Mercenary_Leader]

''You never know, these days. All kinds of dangerous creatures everywere. That's why I'm looking into getting my hands on some really fancy blades. To defend myself you see, and make a profit selling the ones I dont need of course." says Mervin.

Edited by Mercenary_Leader, 20 January 2010 - 11:48 PM.

[Oloth the Mad]

"For the truly finest blades, you must get an elf to make them, since we are the finest crafters." Argaen says walking on by.

[Mercenary_Leader]

''While its true the elves make fine blades I'm afraid the ones I'm looking for are of Dwarven make." answers the hafling moving on in search for Miss Sarah's that was mentioned before

[Oloth the Mad]

"Well, if you want lesser quality, then by all means, go with dwarven, me, i'll trust my own trusty elven blades, haven't failed me in 70 years yet."

[PuppyCub79]

Looking up at the guard at the top, Akorn laughs "Ale for me!" as he raises his axe in a stout but firm manner.

[Edvard346]

OtM & MLAs you move down the stree spot a sign above a door depicting a beer mug resting on a bed, embossed above it is the word Sarah's from inside come the sounds of loud chatter and drunken laughter.

PC79
the guard looks down and calls "then head inside my friend" and as you approach the smaller door the older guard says "I would be indebted if ye'd put that axe away."

[Oloth the Mad]

Argaen steps inside the door, and then immediately to the right of the door, surveying the room for exits, and anyone likely to cause trouble with an elf.

[PuppyCub79]

Akorn looks up at the guard and shrugs, then puts his axe on his back. "Me go tavern now." as he looks around inside the door. "err...where tavern?"

[Edvard346]

OtM
When you step inside the laughter and the singing stop, in front of you there sit about two dozen dwarven men all around a large table, in each man's hand is a mug of ale. the stench of ale is everywhere and the silence is all consuming as the men inspect you , then just as suddenly someone starts up a tune and all begin singing loudly in dwarven.
You can see a rough bar behind the men, and behind that is a young human women who watches the patron's with a mildly bemused expression as she cleans a mug. there is only one door apparent, the one you just entered.
PC79
The older guard simply points behind him, down the main street.

Edited by Edvard346, 21 January 2010 - 04:02 PM.

[Oloth the Mad]

After looking around, Argaen walks towards the bar, avoiding the dwarven area and asks the bartender, "Do you have any rooms you can rent and is there any place i can get a hot bath? been on the road for weeks and need one, not that i don't like cold rivers but a hot one would be nice for a change."