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Dungeons & Dragons; Episode II: Blackfangs in Combe

*Rufus, in a drunken state, staggers away from the conversation, grabs a barmaid by the backside and strolls upstairs to the few rooms in the tavern*
((I'm just using this as a way to make my character out of the story for a couple of hours as I sleep irl. :P))
 
The barmaid grins lustfully at Rufus as they head upstairs.

The ruffians get up and leave, after downing their ales. Two of the Gnomes then get up and walk over to you, and one of them says, "Scuse me, kind sirs, but could ya come over to our table for a spell, and hear what we have ta say?"
 
You and the Gnomes sit down at their table.
"It's like this," says one of them.
"Myself and my associates are merchants - rather wealthy ones, if I do say so," he pauses to stroke his fine clothes. "At any rate, we own several caravans which transport fabric and other goods from this city to the ports, and recently, Goblins have begun to attack them, members of a tribe called Black Fang. Not only that, there are hardly ever any bodies. The goods are taken, but so are the people. I doubt they try to hide the evidence - people have caught them at it before, and at any rate, they leave their corpses there. We don't know what happens to them. We've lost most of our goods, and if this keeps up, we'll be ruined! We hired some escorts," he nods at the table where the ruffians were sitting, "But their prices are so outrageous, we might as well give our goods to the Goblins! You all seem to be good folks, and warriors and seasoned adventurers, at that. Will you help us? We can pay you in gold."
 
Beepbobit has been sitting at the bar with his hood up the whole time. He shakes himself awake and overhears what the gnomes are saying.
"I say we go. We aren't well armed, but these goblins undoubtedly have loot for us. I suggest we stage a caravan, have them capture it, then follow them to their camps. Who's with me?"
((what gear do we have? Do I still have my longsword, spells, etc?))
 
((Fine give me an STD, it won't matter during the quest. I think sexually transmitted diseases take at least a month before the symptoms kick in and the host realizes what he/she has been hit with. But anyways, let's try and keep this age appropriate. :P))

*Rufus finishes upstairs and nearly immediately falls to sleep, not to be seen until the next morning (unless disturbed by the group). The Barmaiden takes the walk of shame downstairs, whilst doing up the last of the sleeve buttons on her grubby shirt.*
 
((Not at all, please outline your name, race, class, personality, your traits - such as whether you're very strong, very charismatic, wise - and choose one of these weapons as a start: dagger, shortsword, shortbow, quarterstaff. You can also choose to wear leather armor.))
 
*In his dreams he outlines plans for defending the caravan and pursuiting the goblins*
*After that he dreams of his suggestion for instead of actual money.. He would want to
have one of the smaller caravans as a payment, and maybe some gold coins for each of us*

(( Is a please... just give us a wagon or caravan.. big or small... and we could live with only a small amount
of money and weapons. :D ))
 
*Rufus asks for a bucket of water and a cloth from the barman and soaks his face with the damp rag, thus removing his hangover from the previous night*

G'mornin'.
 
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