Nov 13, 2018 3:24 pm
In the beginning, there were heroes looking to serve their king...
To Meet The King - Geoff Beginnings
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Nov 16, 2018 3:10 am
The halls through which you walk are cold and drafty. One would think that rulers of kingdoms could afford to toss a few more logs into the enormous fireplaces dotting the landscape of the castle, but apparently times were tight, for the vast majority of them stood in cold silence.
Ahead of you an elder man, who looks to be pressing 80 years of age, leads you through the twisting inner hallways of the Duke’s castle. The walls are lined with numerous paintings and tapestries, all detailing the lives of former rulers. Periodically there is a bas relief where an intricate statue stands in silent homage to some memorable event in the history of that ruler.
What brought you to the citadel of Owen, the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Geoff, is simple: adventure. Money and a crack at stemming the tides of evil play a part as well, but first and foremost is a chance at discovering some new and heretofore unknown place or thing.
When the summons was sent through the land, you were sure that the gates of the palace would be overrun with would-be heroes, forcing you to undergo the familiar question-answer-prove it ceremonies which always accompany such gatherings. You were surprised, then, that when you arrived late yesterday there were only 5 others professing an interest in the matter. Something must be amiss, if no one wanted to undertake the commission. However, you are not just anyone. A seasoned veteran of countless adventures and battles, what is described as a simple reconnaissance mission sounds easy enough; and if you manage a bit of treasure along the way or perhaps garner a debt which could be collected when you needed it most, so much the better.
The group is mixed and varied, with male and female, mostly human with a lone half-elf. None of you is armored or carrying weapons (having checked them with the guards upon arrival this morning), but those that prefer good, hard, up-close-and-personal combat are easy to pick out. The rest, as of right now, remain a mystery to be solved.
The entry hall opens into a large audience chamber. The roof overhead is supported by several marble pillars, and banners hang overhead; gently swaying to some ghostly breeze. A large window, set high upon the left wall, lets light from the midday sun shine directly into the room. The entire right wall is dominated by a huge fireplace. A fire rages within, but does little to affect the cold that has embedded itself into the stone walls and floors.
"This way, please", the old man says softly, almost inaudibly.
Leading your group across the audience chamber, you pass through an exit behind the Duke’s chair. Entering the room beyond, warmth rushes across your skin, causing tiny goose-pimples to race up and down your arm. You cannot help but give a slight shiver.
This room is smaller, perhaps 20 feet to a side. A large hornwood table, oval in shape, occupies its near entirety. There are several cushioned, high-backed chairs around it, and you are each asked to take a seat. Sitting, you sink into the deep softness of the cushions. On the table are several pitchers of liquid, trays with an assortment of fruits, breads and cheeses, and a small stack of silver plates. There is a large fireplace along one wall, no windows, and another exit is across the room from where you entered.
"His Radiance, Owen III, shall be here shortly. Until then there are refreshments available on the table. Please make yourselves comfortable.", the old one says. Bowing slightly, he turns to exit the door from which you just arrived.
Not wanting the hospitality to go to waste, you pour yourself some drink (a wine of some type as well as water), and partake of the food assembled. A good start to any adventure......
As you slowly absorb the idea of what you are getting into and with whom you are going to be getting into it with, you hear the far door open. The Grand Duke of Geoff has arrived.
His Radiance, Owen III, Grand Duke of the Duchy of Geoff does not appear to be a well man. Although only in his mid-forties, the dark circles under his eyes and the tiredness with which he walks tell a tale of a man under much pressure, and make him appear 20 years senior.
Standing as he enters, you see the attendant who follows him. This man is half-elven, and wears the robes of a guild mage of Geoff. Most likely, a court advisor.
"Please. Be seated.", Owen says quickly, gesturing for you to re-take your seats. "We are to become too closely intertwined to allow mere rank and stature to come between us."
Taking a seat at the head of the table, he immediately sinks into the deep cushions. His entire body seems to be engulfed. Pointing to a goblet on the table, his attendant immediately fetches him a glass of wine.
"I cannot begin to express my gratitude for your willingness to take this commission. ", he begins. "I am a direct man, so will not waste your time with flowery speech as to how great I have heard you to be. The full truth is, I do not know who any of you are. But I do know that you are here to answer my summons, and for that I judge you to be none but the finest the land has to offer."
Sipping a bit from his wine, his eyes stare off into the space right in front of him. "No one can say what secrets the great Barriers might hide. In truth, save for the Kettite peoples to the north, the vast majority of my worry comes from those peaks. Giant kind, orc, troll. The list is nearly endless. We have learned to adapt to this and it has become our way of life. But THIS", he says, pointing to the door from which he entered, "I do not know how to deal with. "
The attendant opens the door, and a decaying body comes floating in on a magical table, guided by what appears to be another guild mage. What it was, you cannot tell, for it is almost completely decayed. The smell, however, is like that of rotting plants and wood. It looks to be some form of plant-creature. Its skull is small, and the body bloated. Its insides appear to be like that of plant stuff, and there are spiny ridges running down its back. The thing itself is perhaps 4-5 feet tall. Waving to his aids, they move it across the room and out of the Duke's direct sense of smell.
"THAT, friends, is all that remains of my former captain of the guard. He was found by one of the border patrols but a week ago. He was delirious, and half-changed. Within the night, he was fully changed. He attacked several people, and was slain as a result. My lands to the west are becoming overrun with these things. Already some of the small villages that border those peaks have been lost. My rangers have located the source from which they are spawned, but none, as yet, have returned from within. Twice expeditions entered the strange cave, and my former captain is all that has ever returned. Your tasking, should you decide upon it, will be to enter this strange cave and seek out its nature. I am prepared to send my entire army inside if needs be, but with other borders to worry about, I find myself relying on persons as able as yourselves."
"You shall be escorted to the cave site. My men will await your return for four days. After that, I am going to be forced to divert troops to lay the place to waste. Should you have any reservations or questions, now is the time to speak."
Ahead of you an elder man, who looks to be pressing 80 years of age, leads you through the twisting inner hallways of the Duke’s castle. The walls are lined with numerous paintings and tapestries, all detailing the lives of former rulers. Periodically there is a bas relief where an intricate statue stands in silent homage to some memorable event in the history of that ruler.
What brought you to the citadel of Owen, the Grand Duke of the Duchy of Geoff, is simple: adventure. Money and a crack at stemming the tides of evil play a part as well, but first and foremost is a chance at discovering some new and heretofore unknown place or thing.
When the summons was sent through the land, you were sure that the gates of the palace would be overrun with would-be heroes, forcing you to undergo the familiar question-answer-prove it ceremonies which always accompany such gatherings. You were surprised, then, that when you arrived late yesterday there were only 5 others professing an interest in the matter. Something must be amiss, if no one wanted to undertake the commission. However, you are not just anyone. A seasoned veteran of countless adventures and battles, what is described as a simple reconnaissance mission sounds easy enough; and if you manage a bit of treasure along the way or perhaps garner a debt which could be collected when you needed it most, so much the better.
The group is mixed and varied, with male and female, mostly human with a lone half-elf. None of you is armored or carrying weapons (having checked them with the guards upon arrival this morning), but those that prefer good, hard, up-close-and-personal combat are easy to pick out. The rest, as of right now, remain a mystery to be solved.
The entry hall opens into a large audience chamber. The roof overhead is supported by several marble pillars, and banners hang overhead; gently swaying to some ghostly breeze. A large window, set high upon the left wall, lets light from the midday sun shine directly into the room. The entire right wall is dominated by a huge fireplace. A fire rages within, but does little to affect the cold that has embedded itself into the stone walls and floors.
"This way, please", the old man says softly, almost inaudibly.
Leading your group across the audience chamber, you pass through an exit behind the Duke’s chair. Entering the room beyond, warmth rushes across your skin, causing tiny goose-pimples to race up and down your arm. You cannot help but give a slight shiver.
This room is smaller, perhaps 20 feet to a side. A large hornwood table, oval in shape, occupies its near entirety. There are several cushioned, high-backed chairs around it, and you are each asked to take a seat. Sitting, you sink into the deep softness of the cushions. On the table are several pitchers of liquid, trays with an assortment of fruits, breads and cheeses, and a small stack of silver plates. There is a large fireplace along one wall, no windows, and another exit is across the room from where you entered.
"His Radiance, Owen III, shall be here shortly. Until then there are refreshments available on the table. Please make yourselves comfortable.", the old one says. Bowing slightly, he turns to exit the door from which you just arrived.
Not wanting the hospitality to go to waste, you pour yourself some drink (a wine of some type as well as water), and partake of the food assembled. A good start to any adventure......
As you slowly absorb the idea of what you are getting into and with whom you are going to be getting into it with, you hear the far door open. The Grand Duke of Geoff has arrived.
His Radiance, Owen III, Grand Duke of the Duchy of Geoff does not appear to be a well man. Although only in his mid-forties, the dark circles under his eyes and the tiredness with which he walks tell a tale of a man under much pressure, and make him appear 20 years senior.
Standing as he enters, you see the attendant who follows him. This man is half-elven, and wears the robes of a guild mage of Geoff. Most likely, a court advisor.
"Please. Be seated.", Owen says quickly, gesturing for you to re-take your seats. "We are to become too closely intertwined to allow mere rank and stature to come between us."
Taking a seat at the head of the table, he immediately sinks into the deep cushions. His entire body seems to be engulfed. Pointing to a goblet on the table, his attendant immediately fetches him a glass of wine.
"I cannot begin to express my gratitude for your willingness to take this commission. ", he begins. "I am a direct man, so will not waste your time with flowery speech as to how great I have heard you to be. The full truth is, I do not know who any of you are. But I do know that you are here to answer my summons, and for that I judge you to be none but the finest the land has to offer."
Sipping a bit from his wine, his eyes stare off into the space right in front of him. "No one can say what secrets the great Barriers might hide. In truth, save for the Kettite peoples to the north, the vast majority of my worry comes from those peaks. Giant kind, orc, troll. The list is nearly endless. We have learned to adapt to this and it has become our way of life. But THIS", he says, pointing to the door from which he entered, "I do not know how to deal with. "
The attendant opens the door, and a decaying body comes floating in on a magical table, guided by what appears to be another guild mage. What it was, you cannot tell, for it is almost completely decayed. The smell, however, is like that of rotting plants and wood. It looks to be some form of plant-creature. Its skull is small, and the body bloated. Its insides appear to be like that of plant stuff, and there are spiny ridges running down its back. The thing itself is perhaps 4-5 feet tall. Waving to his aids, they move it across the room and out of the Duke's direct sense of smell.
"THAT, friends, is all that remains of my former captain of the guard. He was found by one of the border patrols but a week ago. He was delirious, and half-changed. Within the night, he was fully changed. He attacked several people, and was slain as a result. My lands to the west are becoming overrun with these things. Already some of the small villages that border those peaks have been lost. My rangers have located the source from which they are spawned, but none, as yet, have returned from within. Twice expeditions entered the strange cave, and my former captain is all that has ever returned. Your tasking, should you decide upon it, will be to enter this strange cave and seek out its nature. I am prepared to send my entire army inside if needs be, but with other borders to worry about, I find myself relying on persons as able as yourselves."
"You shall be escorted to the cave site. My men will await your return for four days. After that, I am going to be forced to divert troops to lay the place to waste. Should you have any reservations or questions, now is the time to speak."
Nov 16, 2018 12:55 pm
None of the others had ventured to speak yet, though they looked eminently more comfortable within castle walls than Hraefn was. Truth be told, Hraefn could not remember the last time he had a stone roof over his head. He was unsure what the duke, or any of the others thought of him, attired in the simple garb of an ordinary townsfolk, nondescript in appearance. Shifting himself awkwardly in the plush cushioned seat, he cleared his throat and quickly spoke his words, almost afraid that it wouldn't sound appropriate or respectful enough in the presence of nobility. "Your Grace, I am known as Hraefn, woodcarver by trade, though your subjects might know me in some other guise. And I will gladly assist in any way I can." That was all he contributed, and waited until it was his turn to speak again.
Nov 16, 2018 2:22 pm
As I sit, I throw my legs up on the table and begin eating an apple. "No time for rank or stature, huh? Good, I never have time for that. That uh thing makes this job seem dangerous. Don't get me wrong, dangerous I can do, but it's costly. My father always said never do anything for free. So, what is the pay?" I crunch down on the apple, smiling as I chew open mouthed.
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Nov 16, 2018 3:38 pm
Duke Owen looks toward Merri, seemingly unfazed by the nonchalant, make-yourself-at-home demeanor. The wizard beside him, however, takes a half-stem back and goes wide eyed, making a face and gesture to the effect of No feet on the table!
"Welcome Hraefn, woodcarver. I have no doubt that if my people know you, that will be enough." the duke says, looking at Hraefn.
"As for payment, sir, I am willing to grant each of you a tract of land to call your own, along with the title Baronet and 5,000 gold nobles to seed your estate."
Looking directly at Merriweather, he says "I trust this would be a fair offer for services rendered, sir?"
"Welcome Hraefn, woodcarver. I have no doubt that if my people know you, that will be enough." the duke says, looking at Hraefn.
"As for payment, sir, I am willing to grant each of you a tract of land to call your own, along with the title Baronet and 5,000 gold nobles to seed your estate."
Looking directly at Merriweather, he says "I trust this would be a fair offer for services rendered, sir?"
Nov 16, 2018 3:54 pm
Keeping my feet on the table I smile at the wizard. "I suppose that'll do, although I do have 1 more request, which I assume comes with my title. I have a few outstanding debts to some... rough individuals. Nothing bad, of course, just a few bad investments on their part. I'm sure we can find a way to make these... disappear?
Nov 16, 2018 4:25 pm
"So you would have me pay you more than the rest of those gathered? What, then, would be an agreeable compromise for them, should I acquiesce to that? I have no doubt that the value of the land, the coin proffered and the treasures brought from the cave, should you survive, would more than cover any debt you may have. If it does not, then your price would be too steep for my coffers anyway."
"While his eminence may be cordial regarding courtly manners, I am not so forgiving." says the elder man beside Duke Owen. "I feel it best if we all abide by simple, cordial rules of being a guest in another's home, and not put our feet upon the furniture where food is served, yes?" he says, his eyes sweeping the group before landing directly on Merri.
"While his eminence may be cordial regarding courtly manners, I am not so forgiving." says the elder man beside Duke Owen. "I feel it best if we all abide by simple, cordial rules of being a guest in another's home, and not put our feet upon the furniture where food is served, yes?" he says, his eyes sweeping the group before landing directly on Merri.
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Merriweather, DC18 Wisdom saving throw, please.
Nov 16, 2018 4:29 pm
Cædwyn, looking at the others gathered at the table can't help but wonder how a woodcarver and someone who's obviously some sort of criminal or other unsavory type could possibly be the 'finest the land'. He'll hold his tongue for now though, not wanting to offend the Duke.
He helps himself to a second glass of wine and loudly proclaims, "Ha! Titles and wealth are meaningless to me as a man who has both. I will gladly accept though, as the greatest warrior in these broad lands it is my duty to aid my Duchy in any way she should call on me." Raising a glass in a toast he yells, "For Geoff!"
He helps himself to a second glass of wine and loudly proclaims, "Ha! Titles and wealth are meaningless to me as a man who has both. I will gladly accept though, as the greatest warrior in these broad lands it is my duty to aid my Duchy in any way she should call on me." Raising a glass in a toast he yells, "For Geoff!"
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Nov 16, 2018 5:40 pm
Like the noble speaking before her, Ilwyn has her own reservations about the presence of what is quite clearly an unsavory character at the table. She can't fault the woodcutter his presence. other than wondering what talents have brought him here other than woodcutting.
She is drinking from her goblet when she hears the duke voice the reward, and manages to catch herself before she can choke on the wine. Setting the goblet down and clearing her throat, she turns her attention to him. "That is an... Incredibly generous reward, your eminence, even for such a daunting task." She places a hand on her heart and bows her head slightly. "But with or without payment, it would be my pleasure to seek out the root of this... Foul magic that plagues your lands." She eyes the corpse at the side of the room with disgust only for a moment, then finishes her drink.
"What do you know about the capabilities of the transformed, sire? The more we know, the better a chance we stand."
She is drinking from her goblet when she hears the duke voice the reward, and manages to catch herself before she can choke on the wine. Setting the goblet down and clearing her throat, she turns her attention to him. "That is an... Incredibly generous reward, your eminence, even for such a daunting task." She places a hand on her heart and bows her head slightly. "But with or without payment, it would be my pleasure to seek out the root of this... Foul magic that plagues your lands." She eyes the corpse at the side of the room with disgust only for a moment, then finishes her drink.
"What do you know about the capabilities of the transformed, sire? The more we know, the better a chance we stand."
Nov 16, 2018 5:54 pm
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Save Hopefully!Last edited November 16, 2018 5:56 pm
Rolls
Wis Save - (1d20)
(18) = 18
Nov 16, 2018 7:05 pm
Merri, you feel a wash of energy flow across you, making the hair on your arm to rise, causing you an involuntary scratch to stop the itch. It passes after a brief moment, and you realize that the court wizard has tried to bring about your compliance with a bit of arcane aid. Noting your resistance, he seems either flustered... or impressed...
"I do not seek to haggle individual rewards for this commission." Duke Owen replies. "If land and title are not your desire, so be it. You are free to dispose of the land for profit in order to settle your previous debts. If the mission is of sufficient success, perhaps we could negotiate bonus coin, but for now I stand firm in my offer."
Looking to Cædwyn, Owen raises his goblet in salute. "To Geoff!"
"I do not seek to haggle individual rewards for this commission." Duke Owen replies. "If land and title are not your desire, so be it. You are free to dispose of the land for profit in order to settle your previous debts. If the mission is of sufficient success, perhaps we could negotiate bonus coin, but for now I stand firm in my offer."
Looking to Cædwyn, Owen raises his goblet in salute. "To Geoff!"
Nov 16, 2018 7:09 pm
OOC:
Just as a strategic note (Since that saving throw reminded me), but for future reference, anyone within 10 feet of Ilwyn is immune to charm and gets +3 on any saving throws.Nov 16, 2018 7:17 pm
Bleak says:
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Just as a strategic note (Since that saving throw reminded me), but for future reference, anyone within 10 feet of Ilwyn is immune to charm and gets +3 on any saving throws.OOC:
Noted! And I actually looked to see the range for your Aura of Protection. I was going to assume that everyone is within 10'. :)
Nov 16, 2018 7:49 pm
The slightly unkempt young man sitting next to Ilwyn glares at Merri and speaks when there is a pause in the conversation. "Perhaps we should let this ill-mannered fop enter the caves by himself. Clearly he sees himself as much better qualified than the rest of us. I, for one, take this duty seriously. I'm not sure we can afford to have anyone who does not find it so join us in the effort."
He turns to the Duke and says much more cordially, "My apologies, your grace. I am Bram Sulman of Urnst, a practitioner of the arcane arts. I am honored to be accepted into your realm."
He turns to the Duke and says much more cordially, "My apologies, your grace. I am Bram Sulman of Urnst, a practitioner of the arcane arts. I am honored to be accepted into your realm."
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Nov 16, 2018 8:11 pm
"Well met, master Sulman, it is I who am honored by your answer to my call. I have no doubt your skills will be most useful to the group." he replies, tipping his goblet in your direction.
"As for your fellow member, I bear no ill toward a man seeking to improve his station in whatever manner he sees fit to do so; though, admittedly, my court attendants might see things differently." Owen adds with reference to Merriweather.
"As for your fellow member, I bear no ill toward a man seeking to improve his station in whatever manner he sees fit to do so; though, admittedly, my court attendants might see things differently." Owen adds with reference to Merriweather.
Nov 16, 2018 8:35 pm
I continue smiling, this time aiming it towards Bram. "I assure you sir, whatever fate awaits us, the team would work best as such. I stand and get close to the wizard, reaching out to shake his hand. "And you, before you decide to use magic on me again, remember this instance and think twice.". I then look to Owen. Whomever is leading the way, let us go.
Nov 16, 2018 8:39 pm
The court mage smiles back, taking your hand firmly. "I shall, sir. I shall."
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Obviously we shall wait for everyone to get time to interject, RP, etc. In particular I'd like some descriptions of your character so that you get a chance to define who you are and what sort of an appearance you wish to project.Nov 16, 2018 8:55 pm
Cædwyn refills his wine goblet a third time, "Ha! Well spoken. Indeed we should make haste. I trust you all came well prepared for an immediate trek out into the wilderness and down into whatever foul depths this quest shall lead us?" Standing up from the table he straightens his finely tailored doublet. "I will take the fore position of our little troupe if there is no objection?"
Nov 16, 2018 10:01 pm
"Provided you're not all bluster, ser." Ilwyn responds with a smirk at the noble. "Our questionable companion may be somewhat audacious, but at least he's upfront about his predicament. But if you've truly the skills to go alongside that vigor of yours, I'd be happy to let you take point." The paladin stands and looks around curiously, pausing to think. Even dressed in finery, her stance is powerful and commands attention.
"Odd. I could've sworn I saw another of our number at the gates. Did they get lost on the grounds?" She seems to dismiss the thought and turns to the others. "I am Ilwyn," She says, replicating her head-bow from before. "Ilwyn the White, in lack of a house, though I find the title unnecessary in anything other than ceremonial address."
"Odd. I could've sworn I saw another of our number at the gates. Did they get lost on the grounds?" She seems to dismiss the thought and turns to the others. "I am Ilwyn," She says, replicating her head-bow from before. "Ilwyn the White, in lack of a house, though I find the title unnecessary in anything other than ceremonial address."
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Nov 16, 2018 11:35 pm
With a metallic clattering the door to the chamber swings open. Wandering in as one might to a new shop, a tall young woman hums a cheerful ditty as she scuffs her boots along the stone. The song soon loses its tune and sputters out however, as Etna glances up and sees several disapproving sets of eyes upon her. Blood rushes to her face as all her muscles tense up and try to coordinate out of time, pulling off something between a salute, a curtsy and a bow.
"Af'ernoon," she manages to break the silence through a stunned smile. "...Sers." As she walks to take a seat, every step is like a resounding bell in the silence, and the seat shrieks as she pulls it out from the table. Still visibly wincing as she sits down, she pipes up, "Oh, eh... yes. I'm here for the thing. The contract." She registers the confusion beginning to fade from the assembled faces. "Yes... that's the one. I'm Etna Redbriar. Of Fairwall. I didn't miss anything did I?"
"Af'ernoon," she manages to break the silence through a stunned smile. "...Sers." As she walks to take a seat, every step is like a resounding bell in the silence, and the seat shrieks as she pulls it out from the table. Still visibly wincing as she sits down, she pipes up, "Oh, eh... yes. I'm here for the thing. The contract." She registers the confusion beginning to fade from the assembled faces. "Yes... that's the one. I'm Etna Redbriar. Of Fairwall. I didn't miss anything did I?"
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Nov 17, 2018 12:45 am
Grinning broadly he says, "Though it has been proven many times in the past I look forward to putting my mettle once again to the test! I look forward too to seeing how my lady fares in battle." and sets his once again empty goblet down hard on the table. When Etna bursts into the room he says, "Oh welcome..." and silently wonders again about this rabble.
Nov 17, 2018 1:23 am
Hraefn understood the reaction of the court wizard, and the faux pas committed by at least two of the adventurers gathered in the room, unschooled as he was in courtly matters, and respected very much the humble disposition of the grand duke. It was not in vain then, in honour of such a liege, that he had stepped forward to offer his services. "I have no need of payment nor title, Your Grace. If our new friend needs it more he may have mine, should we prevail," with a nod towards the man who had initially been rude to the duke.
Hraefn finally gave up trying to find a comfortable seating position, and stood up, making way for the latecomer in the room, lest she embarrass herself further. In full view, he appeared to be in his mid-thirties, of average height and weight, ruddy and somewhat tanned and callused from the menial labours of village life. Plain clothing, and some leather and hide were his attire.
To the old wizard, "What have your divinations revealed of your dead captain? Have you attempted to speak with it? Were there other clues to be gleaned from the body?" The mild-mannered man waited for permission before moving towards the corpse himself, to see the body up close.
Hraefn finally gave up trying to find a comfortable seating position, and stood up, making way for the latecomer in the room, lest she embarrass herself further. In full view, he appeared to be in his mid-thirties, of average height and weight, ruddy and somewhat tanned and callused from the menial labours of village life. Plain clothing, and some leather and hide were his attire.
To the old wizard, "What have your divinations revealed of your dead captain? Have you attempted to speak with it? Were there other clues to be gleaned from the body?" The mild-mannered man waited for permission before moving towards the corpse himself, to see the body up close.
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Nov 17, 2018 3:59 am
The court attendant to Owen stands to the side, bowing slightly as he gestures his right hand toward the remains. "This creature is unknown to us, though it seems to spring from some form of plant." he says, his voice low and even.
Nov 17, 2018 5:04 am
"Have your mages tried speaking with the dead?" Hraefn looked up at the attendant for an answer, and then towards Bram, who had introduced himself as one versed in the arcane, wondering if his new companion had the ability to do so. While awaiting their response, and since he was invited to examine the body, Hraefn took that to mean that he could exercise whatever means necessary. He fished out a small token from his pocket, a miniature wood carving in the shape of a crow, and touched it to himself as he began to inspect the body very closely.
Edit: Lol that was a terrible roll, next!
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Casting Guidance on selfEdit: Lol that was a terrible roll, next!
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Rolls
Investigation or Nature - (1d20)
(3) = 3
Guidance - (1d4)
(1) = 1
Nov 17, 2018 5:33 pm
You watch as Hraefn closes his eyes, murmuring the words to some ancient, arcane magic. You swear that you see a shimmering aura form around him and it slowly creeps across the remains of the plant creature lying on the magical disc. After a few moments, Hraefn's eyes open and the aura fades, a look of consternation and frustration briefly crossing his face.
Closing his eyes once again, he begins murmuring again, casting yet another spell of some sort.
Closing his eyes once again, he begins murmuring again, casting yet another spell of some sort.
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Nov 17, 2018 5:38 pm
Ilwyn raises her brow at the newcomer. "Redbriar? The same Redbriar that can nail a goblin between the eyes at two-hundred yards?" She holds her chin and smiles, thinking to herself. "I see. This is quite the crew we have, indeed." She then approaches Cædwyn and offers her hand.
"I'll be certain not to disappoint, then. I don't think I caught your name?"
"I'll be certain not to disappoint, then. I don't think I caught your name?"
Nov 17, 2018 6:29 pm
Cædwyn takes her hand lightly in his, and bows grandly, left arm sweeping backwards. "Oh, how absent minded of me. Lord Cædwyn Eigendrast, of House Eigendrast." The names rings a bell to anyone familiar with the area. House Eigendrast is well known as a powerful merchant household, though not exactly scrupulous about how they earn their money. In fact their fortunes were made a couple hundred years ago through the slave trade, though they're not involved with anything of the sort in these times.
Nov 17, 2018 11:32 pm
Ilwyn looks a little taken aback by his gallantry, but then chuckles at it and responds with a brief curtsey. "A pleasure, your lordship. Now... To less pleasant matters."
The knight turns her attention to the corpse and makes her way over, muttering a prayer to herself as she does. "A truly terrible fate. You're certain it was not undead, your Highness? This man was alive when he... Transformed?"
The knight turns her attention to the corpse and makes her way over, muttering a prayer to herself as she does. "A truly terrible fate. You're certain it was not undead, your Highness? This man was alive when he... Transformed?"
Nov 17, 2018 11:46 pm
"Aye, Larings was alive when he was found, though he was already infected with whatever it was that took him. Our healers believe that it is some sort of a mold or plant spore that was perhaps sprayed upon him or ingested. It is unclear how long he was infected, though whatever it was took him within a day of his return." Ducke Owen replies, his eyes lowered in obvious sadness.
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Nov 18, 2018 12:25 am
"I have a reputation now?" Etna scratches her head curiously. "I'm not sure that's a good thing... And besides, anyone could have cleaned up that goblin den in Cragennow, their cave was practically tumbling down around them!" She gives a lighthearted chuckle, but it does little to dispel the clear discomfort in her tone. This was her first time in the city, nevermind in the halls of the Duke himself. And besides that, she was hoping very dearly that none of the wanted posters with her likeness had followed her here. There was still a swathe of good country that wanted her head. In the meantime, she wasn't intending to bring it up in conversation. Surrounded by stone and blustering aristocrats wasn't her idea of good table company.
The contract itself had seemed to be the usual format, despite the obvious ducal seal emblazoned on the notice. She wasn't expecting others. And yet here they were.
One lord, so high on his station he seemed to have trouble seeing, what for the puffing out of his chest and the peering down his nose. Etna hadn't had the 'pleasure' of meeting many dignataries before, and none of those minor country princelings made her half as ill at ease as this one. Despite the Duke's best attempts at being humble, he didn't come across as any less sinister. Something behind their eyes just put her off. The Duke's insistent servant however, had it written plain all over his face. She had been diligently avoiding his needlepoint gaze since she entered, but the feeling of it lingered on the back of her head.
The mysterious figure, as perplexing as he was rude, also disturbed the young hunter. He also had the air of a city dweller, but seemed far less coddled. To bargain with a duke surely takes some stones. Perhaps it was the mystique, the unpredictability of his character that perturbed her. Or maybe... he reminded her too much of someone else. A dark thought lingered in her mind like a stormcloud, but she shunted it to the back of her mind as she assessed the next person in her view.
The knight. Almost certainly nobility as well, and cityborn by the looks of it. But a romantic notion tugged at the back if Etna's mind. Lod had had many stories to tell of gallant knights-errant, brave warriors of justice and freedom. The words were still there, begging to be told again. To sit in a room with one inspired awe, and even though her experience had never been so glamorous, the sight of her promised to fulfil all those stories and notions.
The next was the unkempt man, the apparent scholar. Although she had seen the effects of magic manifest at her fingertips, she had never before met anyone who had made a study of it. His bearing lent itself more to the types of people she had once shared a home with, but his clothing seemed to be from the city. He appeared curious, both in personailty and looks.
Finally, there was one other. He was both very familiar and very intriguing to her. Clearly as out of place as she was confined in an ornate stone box, he held all the signs of having travelled. Etna knew just how fanciful her own story of how she came to be here was, and the notion that his might be as well piqued her interest. And that was before he gave a show of magic, not the kind of magic she expected either, but the same kind she was used to wielding. Never since her own awakening on that dewey morning had she seen another 'feel' nature like she did.
No longer able to contain herself, Etna stood up out of her chair. Standing in the firelight, she was relatively tall, with lithe, wiry muscle. Her plain clothes were strewn with patches if various faded colours, stitched on to fix the wear and tear of hunting. Her dark hair fell in loose tangles about her head, not unlike the crown of a willow. Calluses and scars marked her hands. Sensing the lull in the important business, she took the opportunity to get his attention. "I didn't catch your name. That... magic, that you did just now. How d'you do it?"
The contract itself had seemed to be the usual format, despite the obvious ducal seal emblazoned on the notice. She wasn't expecting others. And yet here they were.
One lord, so high on his station he seemed to have trouble seeing, what for the puffing out of his chest and the peering down his nose. Etna hadn't had the 'pleasure' of meeting many dignataries before, and none of those minor country princelings made her half as ill at ease as this one. Despite the Duke's best attempts at being humble, he didn't come across as any less sinister. Something behind their eyes just put her off. The Duke's insistent servant however, had it written plain all over his face. She had been diligently avoiding his needlepoint gaze since she entered, but the feeling of it lingered on the back of her head.
The mysterious figure, as perplexing as he was rude, also disturbed the young hunter. He also had the air of a city dweller, but seemed far less coddled. To bargain with a duke surely takes some stones. Perhaps it was the mystique, the unpredictability of his character that perturbed her. Or maybe... he reminded her too much of someone else. A dark thought lingered in her mind like a stormcloud, but she shunted it to the back of her mind as she assessed the next person in her view.
The knight. Almost certainly nobility as well, and cityborn by the looks of it. But a romantic notion tugged at the back if Etna's mind. Lod had had many stories to tell of gallant knights-errant, brave warriors of justice and freedom. The words were still there, begging to be told again. To sit in a room with one inspired awe, and even though her experience had never been so glamorous, the sight of her promised to fulfil all those stories and notions.
The next was the unkempt man, the apparent scholar. Although she had seen the effects of magic manifest at her fingertips, she had never before met anyone who had made a study of it. His bearing lent itself more to the types of people she had once shared a home with, but his clothing seemed to be from the city. He appeared curious, both in personailty and looks.
Finally, there was one other. He was both very familiar and very intriguing to her. Clearly as out of place as she was confined in an ornate stone box, he held all the signs of having travelled. Etna knew just how fanciful her own story of how she came to be here was, and the notion that his might be as well piqued her interest. And that was before he gave a show of magic, not the kind of magic she expected either, but the same kind she was used to wielding. Never since her own awakening on that dewey morning had she seen another 'feel' nature like she did.
No longer able to contain herself, Etna stood up out of her chair. Standing in the firelight, she was relatively tall, with lithe, wiry muscle. Her plain clothes were strewn with patches if various faded colours, stitched on to fix the wear and tear of hunting. Her dark hair fell in loose tangles about her head, not unlike the crown of a willow. Calluses and scars marked her hands. Sensing the lull in the important business, she took the opportunity to get his attention. "I didn't catch your name. That... magic, that you did just now. How d'you do it?"
Nov 18, 2018 1:36 am
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I'm sorry, Remus To whom are you referring? You went on so long about things your character would not know that I've forgotten who you've already spoken to or about.Nov 18, 2018 1:52 am
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I believe Etna was addressing Hraefn and his spell cast while examining the corpse.Nov 18, 2018 2:06 am
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Aldrusian, I think Remus forgot that Etna only just entered the room and would've missed the earlier conversations, heh. I believe in her first, and very entertaining, impressions you're the unkempt scholar. :) "Greetings, Etna Redbriar. I am Hraefn. You must give me a while more before I reply to your question, my apologies. Turning to the gathering in this room to address everyone, "While what remains of captain Larings is beyond my abilities, I am able to understand some of the plant life still attached to his host body. Quick, what questions would you have me ask of it? I am only able to do this for a brief moment."
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Nov 18, 2018 3:52 pm
Cædwyn, is clearly uncomfortable with the arcane manipulations of the corpse, but knows an answer or two would prove beneficial. "Does he know what it was that corrupted him thus?"
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(but also IC) I am the best at boasting!Last edited November 18, 2018 3:53 pm
Nov 18, 2018 6:47 pm
Bram is, indeed, unkempt. His hair is long, to his shoulders, and hasn't seen a brush in months it seems. His beard and mustache are untrimmed with a crumb or two attached. His clothing, although looking somewhat expensive, are well worn and rather dirty. His thoughtful look, once the aggravated one subsides, is the only thing that indicates a scholarly bent. When the speech has settled Bram takes up the mantle one more time.
"So, is this all of us then? Perhaps a location of this poor soul's attack could be learned and we could be about our business."
"So, is this all of us then? Perhaps a location of this poor soul's attack could be learned and we could be about our business."
Nov 18, 2018 10:38 pm
I push my greasy hair back. "Ask him if he’s got any gold hidden anywhere. Only seems right someone should take it, to his family of course.
Nov 19, 2018 5:09 am
Hraefn concurred with the assessment of the corpse by the duke and his men. Something in the cave Larings returned from transformed the body into a plant aberration. While life and death were part of the natural circle of life, this monstrosity was not.
"Who or what caused your human host to transform into this?" He directed his communication towards the vestiges of plant life still clinging on to the host plant body, taking Caedwyn's suggestion first.
While waiting for a response, Hraefn addressed both Bram and Merri. "The duke says his men will escort us to the cave. And presumably the dead men's family effects have been taken care of," he pointed out with the barest hint of a smile.
"Who or what caused your human host to transform into this?" He directed his communication towards the vestiges of plant life still clinging on to the host plant body, taking Caedwyn's suggestion first.
While waiting for a response, Hraefn addressed both Bram and Merri. "The duke says his men will escort us to the cave. And presumably the dead men's family effects have been taken care of," he pointed out with the barest hint of a smile.
Nov 19, 2018 3:29 pm
Hraefn leans over the corpse, the heady smell of rotting plants invigorating his senses. Closing his eyes, he listens intently for the living plant life to whisper its response.
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Nov 19, 2018 11:18 pm
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True that! Was hoping for some DM license! :) Nov 20, 2018 12:02 am
The whispers heard by Hraefn are so soft as to be nearly inaudible, but the magic you wield pulls you into itself, wrapping you and the living plants that cling tenuously to the rotting flesh of the abomination before you.
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Nov 20, 2018 12:55 am
Hraefn looked up at the rest of the gathering, mindful that not everyone might find his investigation fruitful or worth pursuing. He decided on one last question in order to fill everyone in on his findings, before abiding by the direction that the rest might want to take.
"What kind of place is the cave you were in?" Besides the travellers, what other creatures are there inside?" Hraefn didn't expect an encyclopaedic account, but any inkling would help.
And with that, the plant-speaking man returned to the main table, and waited for someone else to take the lead. Sitting next to Etna, he followed up on the question she had asked about his magic. "The Old Faith believes that the things around us all have their own magic. I merely listen to what they have to say. Is that true of you as well, Etna?"
"What kind of place is the cave you were in?" Besides the travellers, what other creatures are there inside?" Hraefn didn't expect an encyclopaedic account, but any inkling would help.
And with that, the plant-speaking man returned to the main table, and waited for someone else to take the lead. Sitting next to Etna, he followed up on the question she had asked about his magic. "The Old Faith believes that the things around us all have their own magic. I merely listen to what they have to say. Is that true of you as well, Etna?"
Nov 20, 2018 4:16 pm
As you all watch, Hraefn bends to formulate his final query before the magic fades from him. Slowly, he rises back up, facing you all.
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Nov 20, 2018 4:28 pm
Cædwyn pulls on his riding gloves, "We should be off while there is still plenty of daylight. I'm not sure I would trust anything that pile of twigs would have to tell us anyway." Addressing the Duke he says, "Might I suggest that your Grace have that thing burned? We have no idea what it is or how it spreads after all." And with that he bows to the Duke and makes his way to the chamber doors.
Nov 20, 2018 4:29 pm
If no one cares, I'd like a piece of this thing. A momento, if you will.
If no one stops me, I will pull out a dagger and cut off a piece.
If no one stops me, I will pull out a dagger and cut off a piece.
Nov 20, 2018 4:48 pm
Cædwyn doesn't stop him, but grunts and says, Hrmph, don't blame me for hacking you to pieces when you turn into a plant monster then.
Nov 20, 2018 10:03 pm
Bram furls his brow and frowns at Merri but turns to the Duke, bows and says, "We will do out best to solve this mystery, your grace." He then pivots on his heel and steps to the door with Caedwyn.
Nov 20, 2018 11:37 pm
Hraefn left his wooden token on the body, to be disposed of on a pyre or by whatever means deemed fit, as a sign of respect. Turning to the company, he summarises for them what he had uncovered.
"The cave we are going to is also not quite a cave. It is occupied by a group of beings the plants refer to as the travellers, who have been there for a long time, and are responsible for creating this strange plant-being. Apparently they feed, grow and consume various things. Finally, there are alive things, as well as not-alive things present. And then to Caedwyn, "It is true the plants I spoke to have only a very limited understanding of what they might have perceived. But we may yet be surprised at how much they know."
Already uncomfortable with having spoken the most of all thus far, Hraefn retreated back into silence.
"The cave we are going to is also not quite a cave. It is occupied by a group of beings the plants refer to as the travellers, who have been there for a long time, and are responsible for creating this strange plant-being. Apparently they feed, grow and consume various things. Finally, there are alive things, as well as not-alive things present. And then to Caedwyn, "It is true the plants I spoke to have only a very limited understanding of what they might have perceived. But we may yet be surprised at how much they know."
Already uncomfortable with having spoken the most of all thus far, Hraefn retreated back into silence.
Nov 21, 2018 12:07 am
Duke Owen stands, grabbing his goblet and raising it salute to you all. "To your health, to your success, and most importantly, to Geoff!" he decries loudly as he flicks his hand to the attendant near the corpse. In an instant, the thing is gone from sight, the door closing behind it with a reverberating 'thud'.
"Cormyr will take you to where you may supply yourselves. Equipment as requested will be provided, but I ask that you do make all haste. Travel to Fort Nurock will take you fully a week, followed by nearly another to reach Thunderhead. From there your final leg will bring you to the site of the cave." the duke says as you all look to depart.
"I shall be sending a contingent of men with you that you may pitch your camp outside of the caves without fear of losing your provisions. They have been instructed to wait a reasonable amount of time for your return. May Istus ever guide your paths." he says in a softer tone as you all depart.Leaving you to his court mage, Cormyr, the duke exits the chamber. You are led through a winding path within the castle until you find yourselves exiting the rear by the stables. Here, a pair of wagons laden with provisions stand ready, as do riding mounts for those who do not yet have their own. Each riding horse has a bit, bridle, saddle and saddle bags. Six of the kings guard stand ready to assist you as necessary, including the task of managing the wagons.
As a gift to each of you, Cormyr presents you all with 5 healing potions.
Lastly, in addition to the guards, a lone fellow wearing worn leather, a deep green cloak and high, soft fur boots greets you. Tipping his cap, you take note of the sharpness of his ears, the telltale sign of elf blood running through his otherwise human veins.
"Good day, my good sirs. I am Elavain Decruix. I have been tasked by his lordship to be your guide on this journey. It is a fine day to begin, though I fear the days will be getting wet as we get closer to the peaks."
"Cormyr will take you to where you may supply yourselves. Equipment as requested will be provided, but I ask that you do make all haste. Travel to Fort Nurock will take you fully a week, followed by nearly another to reach Thunderhead. From there your final leg will bring you to the site of the cave." the duke says as you all look to depart.
"I shall be sending a contingent of men with you that you may pitch your camp outside of the caves without fear of losing your provisions. They have been instructed to wait a reasonable amount of time for your return. May Istus ever guide your paths." he says in a softer tone as you all depart.
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Although I am advancing the thread, feel free to back track with any comments and/or questions for the duke, each other, etc.As a gift to each of you, Cormyr presents you all with 5 healing potions.
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If you already gave yourself potions, you have a TOTAL of 5, not an additional 5Lastly, in addition to the guards, a lone fellow wearing worn leather, a deep green cloak and high, soft fur boots greets you. Tipping his cap, you take note of the sharpness of his ears, the telltale sign of elf blood running through his otherwise human veins.
"Good day, my good sirs. I am Elavain Decruix. I have been tasked by his lordship to be your guide on this journey. It is a fine day to begin, though I fear the days will be getting wet as we get closer to the peaks."
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Lastly, I am posting a map of Geoff in a MAPS thread, as well as posting it here.[ +- ] Map of Geoff
Nov 21, 2018 8:01 pm
Ilwyn straightens up into a knight's salute at the king's bravado. "I'll have my retainers prepare my mount. For Geoff!" She cheers, before following with the court mage. By the time they arrive at the wagons, Ilwyn's retainers - A human man and an elven woman, each around her age - Are waiting with the guard alongside Ilwyn's warhorse. She gratefully accepts the potions, and stows them in her own pack.
"Well then, fellows. We've little more time to waste." She says, mounting up. "Let's go and put an end to the fiend causing this blight."
"Well then, fellows. We've little more time to waste." She says, mounting up. "Let's go and put an end to the fiend causing this blight."
Nov 21, 2018 11:34 pm
"I guess," Etna responds to the druid. It feels like I just think things and they happen.
Etna accepts the potions gratefully as she leaves, giving a more composed bow this time. She almost skips out to the wagons. The city is unfamiliar to her, and the prospect of leaving is exciting in itself. Waiting at the wagons is a mare of deep pine brown. Swinging deftly in pto the saddle, she leans over and takes a moment to fuss over the horse a little. "See Muri, I didn't keep you waiting all that long." When finally she sits comfortably in the saddle, she falls in line beside the druid as he prepares for the long journey. "About what you said earlier... about the 'old faith'. What do you mean?"
Etna accepts the potions gratefully as she leaves, giving a more composed bow this time. She almost skips out to the wagons. The city is unfamiliar to her, and the prospect of leaving is exciting in itself. Waiting at the wagons is a mare of deep pine brown. Swinging deftly in pto the saddle, she leans over and takes a moment to fuss over the horse a little. "See Muri, I didn't keep you waiting all that long." When finally she sits comfortably in the saddle, she falls in line beside the druid as he prepares for the long journey. "About what you said earlier... about the 'old faith'. What do you mean?"
Nov 22, 2018 12:40 pm
Hraefn accepted the healing potions from Cormyr, placed them in a small pack that he carried, but made no move towards one of the riding horses. "Thank you, but it is sufficient that I ride with the wagon, and even then, I shall only require some space on it once every few hours or so."
Again the simple man withdrew a wooden token, resembling what looked like a open beak of a bird, which he meditated on even as the rest bustled about around him. When he opened his eyes next, he moved from horse to horse, speaking to each of them in an inaudible voice. He heard the sound of a different breed of horse pull up beside him, and looked up to see Etna astride her mare. Stroking the pine brown horse, Hraefn greeted it with similar words and a secret bribe of a small carrot he had hidden in the palm of his hand, before turning to Etna with a smile, evidently pleased that she was friendly enough to follow up on the earlier conversation.
"The believers of the Old Faith do not venerate any one god, but worship all the gods of nature in their purest form. Earth and sea are Mother Beory and Father Procan. Then the four seasonal aspects of Ehlonna, Obad-hai, Berei and even Nerull, as spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The children of Procan, Atroa, Sotillon, Wenta and Telchur, are the four cardinals, east, south, west, north. There is more, but suffice to say that all these aspects together form the eternal circle and balance of life." Hraefn caught himself from being too long-winded. "Do you also attend to a particular god of nature?"
Again the simple man withdrew a wooden token, resembling what looked like a open beak of a bird, which he meditated on even as the rest bustled about around him. When he opened his eyes next, he moved from horse to horse, speaking to each of them in an inaudible voice. He heard the sound of a different breed of horse pull up beside him, and looked up to see Etna astride her mare. Stroking the pine brown horse, Hraefn greeted it with similar words and a secret bribe of a small carrot he had hidden in the palm of his hand, before turning to Etna with a smile, evidently pleased that she was friendly enough to follow up on the earlier conversation.
"The believers of the Old Faith do not venerate any one god, but worship all the gods of nature in their purest form. Earth and sea are Mother Beory and Father Procan. Then the four seasonal aspects of Ehlonna, Obad-hai, Berei and even Nerull, as spring, summer, autumn, and winter. The children of Procan, Atroa, Sotillon, Wenta and Telchur, are the four cardinals, east, south, west, north. There is more, but suffice to say that all these aspects together form the eternal circle and balance of life." Hraefn caught himself from being too long-winded. "Do you also attend to a particular god of nature?"
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Casting Speak with Animals as a ritual, no real game effect for now, just wanted to RP getting to know the horses. I figure it'll come in handy real soon. ;) Last edited November 23, 2018 1:24 am
Nov 23, 2018 4:19 pm
Ilwyn
Your retainers snap to attention, giving a salute as they gather your equipment. "Yes, m' lady!" they say in near unison. Your horse is brought out, his coat gleaming with the recent brushing, his barding glinting in the early morning light.
Hraefn
Room is made in the cart for you and your belongings, and you are able to settle in comfortably.
Etna
Muri nickers softly, tossing her head up and down as she seemingly knows that you are about to embark of some sort of long adventure. Pawing at the cobblestone, you can feel her tense beneath you.
Cædwyn and Bram
Your horses are brought out, your gear stowed in packs and saddlebags. They appear to have been well-treated, even with the short amount of time you have been here. Their coats and manes have been meticulously tended to, and from the looks, their hooves have been re-shod.
Merriweather
As the only other member besides Hraefn without a mount, a beautiful palomino with a gold colored coat and white mane is brought out. The saddle is a light tan color, as are the leather straps of the bit and bridle. Like Muri, he seems to sense the coming travel and paws nervously at the cobblestone.
"Ghost is a great horse, sir. First time away from me in a while, so I'd oblige ya to take care 'til he gets back." his handler, a young, olive-skinned man, says. "Give 'em his head and he'll run forever if you let 'em. Oh, and he pr'fers the green apples to the red." he adds, a sad expression crossing his face.
Your retainers snap to attention, giving a salute as they gather your equipment. "Yes, m' lady!" they say in near unison. Your horse is brought out, his coat gleaming with the recent brushing, his barding glinting in the early morning light.
Hraefn
Room is made in the cart for you and your belongings, and you are able to settle in comfortably.
Etna
Muri nickers softly, tossing her head up and down as she seemingly knows that you are about to embark of some sort of long adventure. Pawing at the cobblestone, you can feel her tense beneath you.
Cædwyn and Bram
Your horses are brought out, your gear stowed in packs and saddlebags. They appear to have been well-treated, even with the short amount of time you have been here. Their coats and manes have been meticulously tended to, and from the looks, their hooves have been re-shod.
Merriweather
As the only other member besides Hraefn without a mount, a beautiful palomino with a gold colored coat and white mane is brought out. The saddle is a light tan color, as are the leather straps of the bit and bridle. Like Muri, he seems to sense the coming travel and paws nervously at the cobblestone.
"Ghost is a great horse, sir. First time away from me in a while, so I'd oblige ya to take care 'til he gets back." his handler, a young, olive-skinned man, says. "Give 'em his head and he'll run forever if you let 'em. Oh, and he pr'fers the green apples to the red." he adds, a sad expression crossing his face.
Nov 23, 2018 4:41 pm
I reach my hand out, palm down to the horse. "That’s a good boy. Are you ready for an adventure?"
Nov 23, 2018 6:10 pm
Merriweather
Ghost nudges up against your hand, flipping his head up into it forcefully enough to push you back a step. He nickers and steps up to you, again pressing his snout to your hand.
Ghost nudges up against your hand, flipping his head up into it forcefully enough to push you back a step. He nickers and steps up to you, again pressing his snout to your hand.
Nov 24, 2018 12:49 am
Hraefn nodded at their guide Elavain, and settled into his cart for now, intending to wait until they exited the city proper before stretching his legs.
Nov 24, 2018 6:01 am
I mount my horse and quickly move up to the front of the formation. (I'm assuming that as the guide Elavain is also near to the front) To Elavain he says, "I assume we first make for Pregmere, and then on to Tycha? Well traveled roads are they not? Unless you've heard of anything to be concerned about?"
Nov 24, 2018 5:25 pm
"If that's his lordship's desire, t' go all the way t' Pregmere then come back t' Tycha, we can accommodate his wishes. Faster, though, would be get t' Oytmeet, then Grasmere and Hartland, unless you'd rather go up t' Lea, before headin' west." replies Elavain.
From Hartland we head north t' Tycha as you said, and then on t' Nurok. Haven't heard nothing of much concern, though as I am sure his lordship knows, beasts of a questionable nature frequent the lowlands bordering the Peaks, so as we get closer t' the borders we'd best be on our best guard.
From Hartland we head north t' Tycha as you said, and then on t' Nurok. Haven't heard nothing of much concern, though as I am sure his lordship knows, beasts of a questionable nature frequent the lowlands bordering the Peaks, so as we get closer t' the borders we'd best be on our best guard.
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I realize that I never stated that Duke Owen summoned your group to his castle in the capital city of Gorna. My apologiesNov 24, 2018 5:28 pm
I pet Ghost’s snout. Good boy. You and I will get along just fine. I then mount Ghost.
Nov 24, 2018 7:43 pm
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Ahh I see, from the map my guess was that we were probably near Hochoch.Nov 24, 2018 9:27 pm
Bram mounts up and picks a spot between the wagons. He then considers what he might need to prepare for the beasts of a questionable nature.