The Crossed Swords Inn

Ludo gasped, “Golthar… it has to be him.” Turning to Hasan, he whispered, “This fortune teller is good.”

Feldard’s first thought was that this whole fortune-telling was a set-up. He also had noted that no one had come to claim the wreckage. His mind told him that the information being given was leading to a trap.. but then again.. if the party knew it was a trap.. they could go there and turn it about on Golthar. “Anyone seen this sign with the crossed swords?… A weaponsmith perhaps?”

Stephan wiped his brow. Mafka seemed a bit drained from the reading. He felt that way too.

“Thank you, ‘mum,” he stammered. “You’re giving me and my mates a good fright. Do you know this place…this sign of two crossed swords?”

“Nay, I be afraid ‘ave not,” replied the gypsy.

“He can’t expect us to find him so quickly,” argued Hasan. “this good fortune is surely one we should honor. Come now, let us make haste to the river!”. The elf began to move quickly through the crowds, making his way to the main street that led from the river to the central plaza.

Ludo decided to follow Hasan – he wasn’t all together sure it was a good idea to confront Golthar in his lair – but it shouldn’t hurt to go and have a look. If they were lucky they might be able to see Golthar and confront him while his defenses were down. Golthar was a mage – and magic was banned within the town walls.

Stephan hesitated as Hasan and the others started off. Turning to Mafka, “Thank you, madame. You have helped us a great deal.” He quickly helped the old woman gather her things.

“And you, son, had the eye and strength to keep these old bones around yet another day! It is you who deserve the thanks. I hope my sight for you can help you in some way. Tahyarrho.” And with that she started down that street at a pace Stephan thought not possible for her old knees.

Quickly, he turned just in time to see his mates disappear around a corner. He gave chase.

After asking a few townsfolk, eventually they became informed that the sign in the gypsy’s vision belonged to an abandoned inn on the wharfside of Fogor Isle.

Hasan led the group across one of the two stone bridges that crossed into Fogor Isle, which was the town’s main port and warehousing district. The streets and alleyways of the isle were dark and dingy. The group passed by a number of inns, shady storefronts and hard-looking folk. As they approached the deserted Crossed Swords Tavern, a group of twelve stevedores was offloading a boat nearby.

The painted sign of two crossed broadswords hung crookedly from a rotten support. All the windows were boarded up on the outside.



Filed under D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, rpg

6 responses to “The Crossed Swords Inn

  1. 3:18pm, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

    Feldard: 10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 24,705/48000
    Miklos: 24,585/40000
    Feldard: 24,960/34000
    Hasan: 24,040/32000
    Stephan: 24,025/32000
    Ludo: 23,540/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Rights here we are, this must be the place. I will go and have a look around the back and see if there is a way in, he slipped off into the shadows.

  3. Feldard

    Feldard grumped at the sight of the place, mumbling to himself about the ‘seedy area’ and ‘getting jumped for the few coin in your pouch’.

    The dwarf noticed the stevedores and headed that way nodding in greeting to the one that looked to be in charge. “Afternoon. Any chance you or one of your men might have seen a fellow in yellow robes recently?”

  4. Stephan

    Stephan watched Ludo disappear and felt a bit of consternation and not being able to back him up should the rogue run into trouble. He caught up the Feldard’s decisive gait to the stevedores. He smiled to not alarm the loaders and match Feldard’s seemingly cordial mood. He was, nonetheless, on edge, watching the surroundings.

  5. hasan

    Hasan held back, with Maruc and Miklos, the threesome watching from the nearby corner. Hasan explained, gesturing wildly, “watch them, Maruc, and tell me what is happening. But maybe we can show less than our full strength.” The cleric nodded, and swung his arms in a huge arc to the east, nearly knocking a shambing drunk to his feet. He carefully sent the man on his way with Halav’s sincerest blessings, as Miklos observed, “once more, with gusto,master dramatist!”

  6. Ludo

    As Ludo slipped around the back of the Inn he noticed the forlorn state in which the building was in. He felt in his bones that Golthar was not here. He quietly approached the back of the building and peeked into the courtyard beyond, it was empty with no sign of any recent activity. Pulling out a small crowbar, he loosened off a board that had been nailed across a window, trying to minimise the noise he was making. This was strange he thought, it was almost too quiet, the middle of the day and yet the Inn looked abandoned and unused. Ludo sensed a trap, however he pressed on. Once he had created a gap big enough for him to get through he slid over the window leadge and into what looked like a kitchen.

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