From: Naron (naron_at_bigpond.net.au)
Date: Tue Nov 18 2003 - 09:38:28 GMT
You see a second Troll enter the dining area from the entrance way. He stands around 8'8" with his skin a deep brown colour appearing like well cured leather. His red hair is scruffy on top but carefully plaited to the back of his head stretching to the middle of his back. Two horns stretch from his forehead, one short and curved such as a bulls, but the other twists and turns a good foot in length like the trunk of a tree. He is dressed in filthy breeches and a dirty white top over the top of some cured hide armour, with a hand axe at his belt.
He watches as another stands to answer the first troll that entered the room.
"If you're
> > looking for Namegivers to volunteer to follow you into the Twists, into
> the
> > middle of the night, with a storm brewing overhead, said Namegivers are
> > going to look for an Artisan Test."
Endok-tuk looks thoughtful for an instant at the comments before moving up to the troll and spinning him so they are eye to eye. He then speaks in halting Dwarvish in a gravelly gutteral tone as if unused to the tongue.
"He make good point." He glances across at the previous speaker. "But you pay to make friends? Endok-tuk pouch is soon empty. Need coin to save survivor. You show artisan and then pouch eh? Then me and him help you twist survivor good. Bring waterproof cloak though. If storm here they say hurricane in Twists!"
You almost laugh to hear the troll speak but there is an aura about him that you are unsure of. His speech holds you almost as well as a trained troubadour. Certainly not lyrical but commanding.
He smiles a tusky smile at the other in the inn that has spoken at least of support in priciple as he stares back at the troll in anticipation.
At this rate, Endok-tuk thinks, I may even get my silver back for the room.
----- Original Message -----
From: Doug
To: Naron
Sent: Tuesday, November 18, 2003 4:09 PM
Subject: PBeM Parlainth Endok-Tuk Intro 0.1
Endok-Tuk -
As you head away from the innkeeper you hear him saying something about "Silver not copper" but it doesn't seem to register as you head outside.
After everything you do in the alleyway you head back to Loak's Legacy and begin to open the door when another troll pushes his way by you and runs into the inn. As you contemplate how rude this fellow troll was you can see him charging into the dining room. In the common language he speaks, "Everyone listen! I have found a survivor of the Scourge imprisoned in a building in the Twists! The building is magically trapped and I cannot get her out though. I need your help! Anyone!" He looks around the room looking impatient at the response he is being given, "Don't you people understand?!? A survivor of the Scourge would have a gold mine of information stashed in their mind! Imagine the possibilities! Come now, we have no time! Please!"
The troll looks around and is ridiculed by a few old timers and others. A human about in his 30s speaks out, "You expect us to travel to the Twists in this weather? It's dangerous enough even in daytime!" He looks around the room and speaks to the patrons, "We've seen this before. Some of you may remember the so called "Purifer" that an adventurer claimed to have seen in the Western Catacombs? Eh? Yeah, remember that! Eight adventurers died over a rusted piece of pipe!! Go find some adventurers elsewhere troll. We're enjoying ourselves here."
The troll appears to be frustrated with the response from the human. "Is there no one that will help? Not even to satisfy curiosity? I cannot do it myself. Please!"
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