Forms a fire ball ready to defend her self if need be.

I offended you , well it was not intentional. I was merely stating that it be safer to keep your distance.

I have no intention to die at the hands of a vampire.

meh

slowly moves to stand with the female vampire..even thought they have never crossed paths...she feels the need to back her

mmmmm, the "Cursed sea." Never heard of it but sounds like an adventure, well then count me in.

Put your fireball away!

I do not intend to kill you, or even harm you.

You speak of adventure.. where you going?

*she asks sitting on the table*

slowly exhales a shaky breath for it seems no one will die this night..

*nods to her, to let her know its ok.* Thank you.

Your magial might would be very welcome I presume that we would need as many adventurers as we can recruit.Then perhaps embark upon a minor quest of some sort for the gold in order to invest in equipment and supplies for the expedition to the Cursed Sea.

*phew*

snuffs out her fireballs.

The gnome here was speaking about an expidition to a place called the "Cursed Sea." ever heard of it.

hmm.. No. where is it?

MirrorMirror tells the sorceress and the vampiress about the Cursed Sea

Whatever catastrophe has befallen the rest of these lands seems to have been twice as bad in this region. Tar pools, endlessly smoking, stretching all the way to the horizon are what give this place its name, with only the occasional outcrop of rock to break up what looks to be one of the most depressing and dread inspiring places to behold.

Legend speaks of a city submerged beneath the tar, once a mighty kingdom now reduced to nothing in a conflict of unimagined proportions. The name of this kingdom has been lost like so much else from the Forgotten Age, yet relics occasionally surface, often on the corpses of the undead which burst through the tar to attack brave explorers, or in the collections of the Tarfoot Giants who've made their homes amongst this place, seemingly impervious to the smoke and hot black sludge that clings to everything.

The Cursed Sea represents one final obstacle too difficult to overcome for most travelers who would seek to cross the Blight, with no way around it, and surrounded by extremely inhospitable mountains. The explorer who finds a reliable pathway through this area would make a fortune selling his knowledge, although without an army for protection even this would serve academic purposes only.

Beats me , I have no idea, but may the gnome will be able to tell us.

He seems to know about it.

I presume that the journey would be long and fraught with difficulties ,so I propose a minor quest beforehand to secure the gold needed for supplies,and to get the experience for whatever would face us in the Cursed Sea

MirrorMirror tells the sorceress and the vampiress about the Cursed Sea

Whatever catastrophe has befallen the rest of these lands seems to have been twice as bad in this region. Tar pools, endlessly smoking, stretching all the way to the horizon are what give this place its name, with only the occasional outcrop of rock to break up what looks to be one of the most depressing and dread inspiring places to behold.

Legend speaks of a city submerged beneath the tar, once a mighty kingdom now reduced to nothing in a conflict of unimagined proportions. The name of this kingdom has been lost like so much else from the Forgotten Age, yet relics occasionally surface, often on the corpses of the undead which burst through the tar to attack brave explorers, or in the collections of the Tarfoot Giants who've made their homes amongst this place, seemingly impervious to the smoke and hot black sludge that clings to everything.

The Cursed Sea represents one final obstacle too difficult to overcome for most travelers who would seek to cross the Blight, with no way around it, and surrounded by extremely inhospitable mountains. The explorer who finds a reliable pathway through this area would make a fortune selling his knowledge, although without an army for protection even this would serve academic purposes only.

Sound like a lot of work... I'm game!

*she smiles to them*

Boromir enters the tavern exhausted. He sits at a chair with ragged white robes that look almost scorched.

Samwise comes up from the basement to serve everyone the wine.

"By golly you are back! Do you know how long it has been! You look horrible!" the hobbit says.

I am sure we could use a mighty warrior with us as well. Perhaps one of the Minotaurs. Also even more magic would probably be handy. Perhaps the High elven sorcerers would accompany us as well.

Snorts and Bellows are heard for miles around. Walking through the door is Blaide. Right behind him is Draven walking, still slightly wounded. Carrying bags and a new axe across his back, He looks like he has battled for days with no rest. Blaide and Draven sit at his customary table

*rushes to Boromir*

oh my.. are you ok? what happen?

*she looks to Draven*

you look horrible, you want something?

Boromir you need anything?