Rumors & Events of Soubar

[Rain]

The hin rummages in her bag some, soon finding a small glass canteen filled with a clear red liquid content. She opens the canteen soon enough enjoying it's pleasures while allowing the man to count the coin in the pouch which would be about 5000 gold worth.

The mercenary smacked his lips with the back of his hand and smirked. "I must say, that's the easiest 5 large I made in a while. If you always pay this well, I'll be well fed for days to come!"

The hin lifts her head after having her fill of her drink. She adjust her glasses upon her face with her pointer finger before speaking once more.

"Aye, and as long as you and your boys bring me in a steady supply. There is much more where that came from I assure you."

[Leramak]

"Just as everyone else, ye have yet to hear my terms," Mag looked from Morgan to Kordren and back. "I'm not saying no, but before I give ye my blessing, there're details that must be discussed. But right now ain't the best time for that. Let's focus on the more pressing matters."

Not long after, an armored man would make his way to the bar. He would offer a nod to Mags and then to Morgan. "Greetings. Can I get a double shot of Wyvern." he slides some coin across the bar to Mags and awaits his drink.

The town's leader returned the nod, grabbed a cup that seemed almost clean and poured the man the requested drink.

Morgan would nod to zeland "There is just one more to arrive then we will have everyone assembled" She takes off an amulet and speaks into it "Your presence is required in the tavern"

[TheTwiste11491]

Morgan would nod to zeland "There is just one more to arrive then we will have everyone assembled" She takes off an amulet and speaks into it "Your presence is required in the tavern"

Moments later a man clad in black fullplate with golden accents enters the tavern The man looks about those gathered near the bar he offers each a nod before speaking Shouldn't we take these matters to a more private setting?

[Zeland]

Morgan would nod to zeland "There is just one more to arrive then we will have everyone assembled" She takes off an amulet and speaks into it "Your presence is required in the tavern"

Moments later a man clad in black fullplate with golden accents enters the tavern The man looks about those gathered near the bar he offers each a nod before speaking Shouldn't we take these matters to a more private setting?

The armored man would return the nod to Greil and give a salute with his cup before downing the rest of his drink. "Aye." He places his cup back onto the bar and looks to Mags.

[Featherfox]

The door to the inn slowly opens to allow one person entry. She closes the door behind her with a bit more care than the wood probably deserves. Armored boots announce each step as she ascends to the main floor. Adorned with skirted heavy armor, a thick black cloak bearing the insignia of the Ebon Blades, and a distinguishing eye-patch; a familiar face in Soubar returns. With weary steps she walks up to the bar and orders a drink from Mag. Regardless of whomever's in the tavern, it's clear the first and foremost thing on her mind is getting a drink in her before doing anything.

As she pays for her drink, she hands Mag a simple slip of paper for the bartender to read. With that, Brigitte Degenhardt takes a moment to just relax and absorb the scents and atmosphere of her home.

[TheTwiste11491]

The door to the inn slowly opens to allow one person entry. She closes the door behind her with a bit more care than the wood probably deserves. Armored boots announce each step as she ascends to the main floor. Adorned with skirted heavy armor, a thick black cloak bearing the insignia of the Ebon Blades, and a distinguishing eye-patch; a familiar face in Soubar returns. With weary steps she walks up to the bar and orders a drink from Mag. Regardless of whomever's in the tavern, it's clear the first and foremost thing on her mind is getting a drink in her before doing anything.

As she pays for her drink, she hands Mag a simple slip of paper for the bartender to read. With that, Brigitte Degenhardt takes a moment to just relax and absorb the scents and atmosphere of her home.

His eyes turn to the approaching figure he says nothing though when she goes to pay for the drink Greil beats her to it setting out a few coins onto the counter

[Featherfox]

His eyes turn to the approaching figure he says nothing though when she goes to pay for the drink Greil beats her to it setting out a few coins onto the counter

Brigitte gives Greil a warm smile; made more radiant by her Aasimar heritage. She salutes the Baron with her glass, then returns to her musings; leaving the Baron, Blackrose, and others to go about their business. Her body language is clear; she's not trying to be involved.

[DM Arrakeen]

The hin lifts her head after having her fill of her drink. She adjust her glasses upon her face with her pointer finger before speaking once more.

"Aye, and as long as you and your boys bring me in a steady supply. There is much more where that came from I assure you."

He snorted. "I wouldn't worry about that. So many casualties in war. Is there anything specific you want us to look for?"

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Morgan would nod to zeland "There is just one more to arrive then we will have everyone assembled" She takes off an amulet and speaks into it "Your presence is required in the tavern"

Moments later a man clad in black fullplate with golden accents enters the tavern The man looks about those gathered near the bar he offers each a nod before speaking Shouldn't we take these matters to a more private setting?

The armored man would return the nod to Greil and give a salute with his cup before downing the rest of his drink. "Aye." He places his cup back onto the bar and looks to Mags.

The door to the inn slowly opens to allow one person entry. She closes the door behind her with a bit more care than the wood probably deserves. Armored boots announce each step as she ascends to the main floor. Adorned with skirted heavy armor, a thick black cloak bearing the insignia of the Ebon Blades, and a distinguishing eye-patch; a familiar face in Soubar returns. With weary steps she walks up to the bar and orders a drink from Mag. Regardless of whomever's in the tavern, it's clear the first and foremost thing on her mind is getting a drink in her before doing anything.

As she pays for her drink, she hands Mag a simple slip of paper for the bartender to read. With that, Brigitte Degenhardt takes a moment to just relax and absorb the scents and atmosphere of her home.

Mag greeted Nightgale and nodded in approval. "Kitchens," she motioned for the group to move over there, while she tended to Brigitte's order first. Once the drink was served, Mag unfolded the note and read it. The Innkeeper offered a nod in the one-eyed woman's direction. "Agreed. When this is done."

Mag beckoned Bertha over and exchanged a few hushed words with the young barmaid before leaving her in charge. On the way to the kitchen, the aging woman glanced at the hin and the man in the booth.

[Rain]

"As long as what you bring me has no further consciousness I see not any reason for specifics. Of course the more rare the wares the more pay. Bring me peasant and you'll get what you earned. Bring me a king somehow, and you'll probably be one yourself after. Although i'm sure it would be obvious i'm not paying you and your men for hunting game just so we are clear."

[Featherfox]

Brigitte returns the nod, and casually watches the group enter the kitchens. She then resumes her drinking as she slowly sheds the burdens of the road. With her second drink ordered, Brigitte finally spares time to look around the tavern. More to herself than anyone else, she says one thing quiet, but not so quiet as to be unheard:

"It's good to be home."

[DM Arrakeen]

"As long as what you bring me has no further consciousness I see not any reason for specifics. Of course the more rare the wares the more pay. Bring me peasant and you'll get what you earned. Bring me a king somehow, and you'll probably be one yourself after. Although i'm sure it would be obvious i'm not paying you and your men for hunting game just so we are clear."

"So it ain't about race or gender but the social status of the carcass?" he stared at Batibat in confusion.

///By mistake, I edited your post. ;/ I noticed the error too late to be able to revert. I apologize.///

[Rain]

"As long as what you bring me has no further consciousness I see not any reason for specifics. Of course the more rare the wares the more pay. Bring me peasant and you'll get what you earned. Bring me a king somehow, and you'll probably be one yourself after. Although i'm sure it would be obvious i'm not paying you and your men for hunting game just so we are clear."

"So it ain't about race or gender but the social status of the carcass?" he stared at Batibat in confusion.

///By mistake, I edited your post. ;/ I noticed the error too late to be able to revert. I apologize.///

"Indeed, as I said. What you bring me is what I pay you for. What you yourself decide to bring me if up to you depending on how much your looking to earn for your troubles." "I'm not asking for hit-men, there are no targets. "And I care not how you produce what I want."

// No problem, my good man.

[Rain]

A few locals from soubar might have run into the town in fear as the night grew dark. The locals soon speaking of two large armies of the undead facing off against one another in a non hostile manner. The locals might have recalled a small hin covered in necrotic magic and a women dressed in all black in the middle of the scene. The two armies stood there for some time scaring off local and traveling caravan a-like while the two necromancers spoke quietly. As the dawn soon brought upon lathanders light the two armies broke off into different directions as their leaders separated - the hin's army marching south.

[YourMoveHolyMan]

As word, deed, and presence of the hin necromancer continues to spread, some of the local mercenaries begin to take umbrage to the idea that someone so freely trading in dead bodies is roaming unchecked. But she is a difficult one to catch.

Sergeant Dunn of the Ebon Blade Company returns to Soubar from a recent joint scouting expedition behind enemy lines. Upon hearing, and witnessing, the brazen movements and flaunting of undeath that this necromancer who calls her self Kas, he starts to dig further.

Rumors and postings that reach nefarious ears willing to trade in dead bodies, parts, and corpses also catch his attention. After several attempts to run off the hin by force aren't successful, he changes up his tactic.

At random times throughout the day, when he's not working at the Ebon Blade warfront, which directly overlooks the Boareskyr Bridge front isn't demanding his direct attention, he's watching for signs of those who come and go from the Winding Way Tavern inside of Soubar, or the local market area, with grizzly remains to trade.

[DM Spartacus]

At random times throughout the day, when the front isn't demanding his direct attention, Sergeant Dunn of the Ebon blade is watching for signs of those who come and go from the Winding Way with grizzly remains to trade.

In engaging in such he is sure to here of a recent battle at the Winding Way where a mixed bag of adventuring citizens clashed with a goblin raid which they destroyed. Not long after a small procession of wagons which had been lurking nearby appeared to remove the remains to a designated part of the Fields of the Dead. There work appeared to be delayed a while (the dm gave up after crashing 7 times) but when things were safer and quieter they returned and removed the remains from the battlefield for disposal. A separate wagon for heroic defenders remained empty on this occasion.