The Quest to Njaal's lost brewery. RP thread., The RP thread. Options

[Tellie]

Authors note: This first post will be an intro written by me for our 'NPC' Njaal, and will effectively be the start of our RP, read it well as all the information we need is right here (for the most part).

City of Anvil, Year 425 Third Era, The Flowing Bowl.

Njaal Mead-Brewer was a man on a mission, WAS being the keyword here as he was at this very moment quite unconsolable and perhaps more than intoxicated than your average drunkard in a Tavern. He had travelled all across Cyrodiil in search of a few lucky men or women to help him (and coincidentally earn a good bit of gold doing so) but none were willing "Payment up front" they all said.

You see Njaal was a (perhaps not famous yet) mead brewer. His mead so good that it would rival even the Black Briar's own mead, had the blasted Black Briars not hired mercenaries to raid his brewery and stolen the dwemer plates upon which he had carved the recipie in coded language.

He knew the sellswords were still in Cyrodiil as due to growing discontent in the province the borders were all tightly controlled and descriptions of the mercenaries had already been given to the guards. He only hoped that perhaps here in Anvil he might find someone to track down the plates, he had already given the innkeeper a handsome tip to 'refer' anyone who might be on the lookout for quick (and dangerous) credits, so now he just had to wait.

This post has been edited by Tellie: Mar 16 2016, 10:05 PM

[Tellie]

Remembering that it was her table, she motioned to an available chair and replied, “Certainly. Forgive me, but I did notice you speaking with that large bearded Nord in the corner who is rumored to be seeking mercenaries. My name is Buffy and I would be pleased to hear anything you can share.” Unsure if Kraven was interested or wanted his name shared, she added, “I do not speak for my new friend here. Or his dog.”

Athyn sat down with a groan, he was starting to feel his three centuries of life lately, but when the alternative was retirement he was more than willing to continue to fight for gold. Looking briefly at the young Imperial who looked green enough to piss grass he imediately placed him in the 'no threat' box he held in his mind.

The Bosmer however was another matter entirely. At first glance she seemed to be a pleasant young woman in clothing that should be illegal due to how well they fit her frame, but as he let his eyes wander a bit he could see the 'hidden' steel that lay within her. SHe was definately dangerous, and as such would no doubt make a useful asset to the quest.

Absently reaching behind him he was rewarded with a sharp 'crack' and a painful yelp as he broke the wrist of an unassuming breton who had tried to liberate his coin purse. "That Nord is named Njall apparently, and he is offering one thousand drakes...septims I think they call them here in Cyrodiil and part ownership in his future mead business to track down eight inscripted dwemer plates", Athyn took a long drink from his goblet of ale before continuing.

"I have here a sample of the mead he will be producing", Athyn placed a flask of mead that was about three fourths full. "This, is what he will be producing, as soon as we get the plates back from the Mercenaries who stole them that is, have a sip and try for yourself". Athyn said as he caught the faint smell of grilled fish.

This post has been edited by Tellie: Mar 19 2016, 01:34 AM