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]

"Quite a lot of gold. Gold like that isn't given. Not for something as simple as getting back dwemer plates. Seems dangerous."
Athyn was forced to raise an eyebrow. Who would have guessed the Imperial had more between his ears than the basic instincts to eat sleep and try (most likely unsucessfully) to mate through the rather odd human courting rituals (he himself preferred the easy approach, either someone was interested or they weren't).

“If you've not yet eaten dinner, feel free to summon Maenlorn. The grilled slaughterfish this evening is fresh and delicious.” The Bosmer's words shook him out of his musings and he paused for a small sip of wine. “My potential service as a mystic archer is more contingent upon a just cause than gold.” After flashing her most disarming smile, she continued, “I hope you won’t break my wrist for asking, sera, but who is responsible for the theft our potential employer has suffered – that is who does he suspect hired the mercenaries that robbed him and does he know why someone would steal his recipe? Another meadery perhaps?”

All pertinent questions of course, but the one thing that stood out in his mind the strongest was her first statemen. "You mean to tell me that I've eaten the same stinking Leek soup for over twenty years when he as a matter of fact had other meals available? Never mind", he finished quickly while throwing a dark glare towards Maenlorn that promised divine retribution one day.

"As you both surmised these plates didn't just wander off by them selves. They were stolen from Njaal's meadery by the Red-Skulls, one of High Rock's mroe infamous sellsword companies...in case you didn't know, they have the habit of collecting the skulls of their kills, paint them red and use them for decorations, banners, and the like", Athyn grinned slightly at the Imperial, if the boy was still interested after hearing that tidbit...then he'd give him a chance at least, besides someone had to carry the baggage.

Taking another sip he turned his gaze back to the Bosmer. "They burn't his meadery to the ground and headed towards Skyrim, which points to the Black Briar's being involved, though no evidence. Fortunately the border is closed for now, so we have to find them...and if they're smart they'll be scattered about, as there are six plates, and more than enough men to protect them all".

Finishing off the mead in his glass he raised an eyebrow. "Any questions?"