This week the party find themselves Honour bound to an oath they gave out long ago. A pledge of loyalty and assistance that has come around to haunt them in their new-found fame. But will they go ahead with the request or will they break their oath and weather the consequences.
So grab a coffee and let’s roll into tonight’s adventure!
There is very little that can hold the sway over people quite as much as being Honour Bound to another. But not all pleas for assistance are righteous and pure of intention and so the bargaining begins. Where does honour and a committal of aid finish and betrayal of oath begin.
The party need to weigh up the consequences of an oath sworn long ago, theft and even murder so that they can balance the books and still wind up ahead.
Honour Bound
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The party pushed though the doors at the Red Robin Tavern, a place they had visited several times before they started to really start setting out on adventurers. They had just entered when a a familiar voice carried out from across the room.
A man danced on the table, ale in hand and surrounded by a chorus of applause and laughter. A bard summoned a catchy jig on a nearby lute which caused the familiar, and drunk, man to dance harder until he fell off the table to another round of applause and laughter.
“I’m all good,” the man said as he pulled himself up. Mims was his name, well his nickname at least as his real name was Mike and he had gotten the a few of the party out of trouble earl in their careers. As he dusted himself off and sculled the last of his ale he looked up at the group, stared for a moment before a large toothy, and drunk, smile spread across his face.
“My friends!” he called as he walked over. “What brings you back to the Red Robin. I thought you’d be off wrestling dragons and saving princesses and he normal stuff that you heroes of legend do. Please sit,” he pointed to a table where one man was already unconscious with his hand still on a goblet of red wine. “Barman, a round for my friends!” he called.
After a few moments of laughter and discussing the old antics they used to get up to, and the times that Mims had saved the day came up more than once in the stories. Mims looked thoughtful for a moment. “Say, you’re not here for work are ye?” after the reply he grinned. “Well my prayers have been answered. You see I need a favour. I have a job. I don’t have the coin to flash at the adventurers guild for registration and I need help rather urgently. I think you’ve come back here just at the right time, as I need help you appear and I know you can pull off what I need.”
“I helped you when you needed it the most, you made me an oath that one day you would repay the favour and todays the day. Old Mims really needs this job to go well.” he said nervously. “So what say you? Can you help an old friend, like we used to back in the good days?”
Thanks for joining me for another night at my tabletop as I set up a bit of a tricky week. As usual I plan to grow this adventure into something much larger with a few twists and turns as the party try to fulfil their oath and stay out of trouble themselves. Don’t forget to come back daily to stay up to date with the adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
Brazen Wolfe Tabletop 