Beiträge von Michael Tot Korsgaard

Contact Person: Michael Tot Korsgaard

Groupname: Lunorth

Number Player/Tickets: 4

Tent: name and meassurements

Tarpaulin Tent [4x9m]

others things:

neighbours you would like to camp next:

arrival: Wednesday

I would like to volunteer for area 1

Ruler: Walays von Rabenschrey

Marriage: Suria Cortez, their view on magic morale would keep the long winter nights busy

Assassination: Gae, for not yet having given me a drink

My character Niels Forbonte would

Rule Rochus Birkendfeldt-Zanjan

Marry Un-Leck'm'Tar

Assassinate Menotos Ranmuil

Keracina Korpa that is correct

As Ardon correctly mentions I can help you with the Copperdale coat of arms, as well as the Pots and Lunorth

I also think I can help you with Tempeltræet and De Sorte Ravne as I believe these are Danish groups as well.

From Ozam Har'ol we would like the following trademarks

Is it possible to just get the numbers so that we may create our own trademark papers?

and so the evening ended, the two weary travellers slept tight all while the old orc sat hunched over his writing table. When morning came, Dagger and Raelene had to leave, unfortunately their host were nowhere to be found. But on the nightstand beside Dagger were a letter with the text

"Open when safe"

And so ends our little story, for a new one is about to start.

"I did, but the room suddenly got crowded. There are two beds in the room beside the shelf. There you can rest. It's the least I can do"

Ludvig reenters the room and hands over an inkwell to Hopkins.

"Be warned, it's a bit thin"

He then turns to Dagger and Raelene

"Promise me to bring my regards to little Viktor, I haven't seen him in years. And allow me to make a toast in the hope of fair trades for our two friends here"

He raises his glass.

"They sure are a busy bunch those Lunorthians. I'll fetch an inkwell for you Hopkins"

Ludvig once more rises and this time leaves into a room further inside.

Ludvig looks out of the window and the remarks

"It's withdrawing, almost gone. May I ask why? Are you of a canine temper? Sorry not my place to ask."

He goes back to the table

"Well if you are of to Lunorth tomorrow may I then suggest the crossing at Northheim. Victor would most likely be there, and you would arrive within the day. The Running Cauldron is a decent inn wouldn't you say so Munog?"

"I sure do, heard rumours that you now hold my old position as Head of Trades isn't that so?"

He rose and while shaking the goblins hand made a gesture towards his chair

"Please take my chair, I fear no other will hold the weight of your shoulders"

He then sat down on a small stool and continued to Dagger

"Munog here is also from Lunorth, a tradesman if his attire didn't give him away"

Ludvig sighs

"Well, a couple of years ago he along with a few others challenged her Excellences position as Nyame. Some even say that he attempted to assassinate her.

This was the course for the Year of the Five Cities. A year where Lunorth was without ruling and all with titles lost what they had created.

Me along with the rest.

Her Excellence later forgave him his actions, but the new Lord Protector of Lunorth didn't, and for this he was imprisoned, only to escape and flee Lunorth. At least that's the official version"

A knock was heard from the door before the maid enters the room with food and drinks to all of them.

"Thank you Sophia, you sure are an angel"

She smiles and almost dances out of the room

"I suspect little Sophia here is part fae"

He nods at the once again closed door

Upstairs the orc shows the two guests politely into one of the rooms in the far back.

The room had clearly been lived in and looked more like a home than an tavern room.

Sitting comfortably in a large chair and urging the Dagger and Raelene to sit in a small sofa, orc started a pipe of tobacco and continued

"My name is Ludvig Korp, and I'm terrible sorry for the sudden intervention, but you have to understand that this isn't a place to talk about these things. Up here we have more privacy, however the walls still have ears"

He coughed

"You asked about the Doktor aye?"

A large hand grabs Daggers shoulder from behind, turning him around and before he has a change to pull his sword grabs his right hand and shakes it. The face in front of Dagger smiles heartily and says

"My friend, let's meet in my chamber and have a little chat, shall we?"

The orc shaking Daggers hand is old but strong, he looks like the mix of a merchant and a pirate. He gestures to Dagger and Darlene to follow him upstairs and as he does so he says to the bartender

"Have your sweet daughter bring up three, that's a good boy"

the man raises an eyebrow at the lady's remark.

"Well personally I don't think much of that black stuff, but I know the finer establishments enjoy it immensely. I would think you could make a good deal there"

He then takes the coins and shrugs at Dagger

"Couldn't say, couldn't care. He ain't my governor"

"Two pennies it is, if the hold the crown of her Excellence. I can tell you ain't new to these lands, so tell me what your business is. Merchant, assasin or mere trickster?"

the maid smiles at Raelene

"And how far from his room would you like to be?"

In that moment a large man enters from the backroom

"Stop teasing the guests Sophia and go clean the dishes!"

He produce a large mug of need for Dagger

"You can choose whatever room ain't locked upstairs. Payment will be 1silver from each and a penny for the mead. Anything else?"

A young girl swoops by, her fists full of empty mugs, she swivels around the desk and leans forward towards Dagger

"You look mighty fine my Lord, what brings one like you to these parts and what service might we offer?"