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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 13:31:28 GMT
"For the glory of 'Firehair' I will go with you. But if Im damaged I will hold you responsible" She pointed her finger at Cathmhaol, snottily
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 1, 2007 13:56:25 GMT
Throgbur, having forgotten the previous incident already, snorted at Myr's comment and nudged his brother.
"He don't got a chance, hur hur hur" he spluttered, thinking he was whispering.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 14:02:53 GMT
"Firehair? Aye, whatever", replied Cathmhaol, shaking his head. "Just remember lassie, ye look after yerself on this trip".
He stepped back and addressed the militia. "YE LOT! Ye're dismissed - gan' see the lieutenant and see what he want ye t' do. Ye're not my responsibility any more".
The militia looked warily at each other before breaking ranks and heading after the lieutenant. "HEY, YE BOY!", bellowed Cathmhaol at Garrion as he made to leave, "Get yer arse over here!"
Cathmhaol waited until the other militia had sloped off and looked around to make sure he's not overheard. "Ye're a thief, ain't ye?" he said, looking closely into Garrion's eyes. "Yon streak o' piss won't let me take more'n five, an' I need some big lads who're good in a fight, an' I need the lassie to put 'em back together ... but ye'd be m' next choice! A lad who knows how to move quietly and get in an' out o' places wi'out bein' seen, well, he's a real asset".
"If'n ye can get away, we'll be on the Cromm Holds road. Get yerself a nag if ye can cos if not, ye'll be sharing wi' the lassie. Don't know she'd like that, but then I don't know she likes much at all".
"Go on then!", said Cathmhaol, nodding in the direction of the departing militia. "Think on what I telt ye, but don't think t' long as we'll be out of here real soon!"
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 1, 2007 14:10:44 GMT
Throgbur drifted off to one side, waiting for instructions from Zeric...
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Post by Zeric on Feb 1, 2007 14:32:22 GMT
Throgbur drifted off to one side, waiting for instructions from Zeric... Zeric joined his sibling, " Get your gear in order. As usual, watch my back and I'll return the favour." He nodded towards Cathmhaol, lowering his voice, " For now, do as Mister Windbag says. I reckon he has all the brains of a gelatinous cube... still, we shall see if he proves his worth soon enough. Now, saddle up my nag and be ready for the deadline. Go, my brother, may your axe stay sharp and strike true." |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 14:35:04 GMT
Date : Ches the 2nd, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location : Cromm's Hold, The Duchy of Daggerford
Time: Midday
As the six of you ride over a hill you see a pillar of smoke rising from the tower of Cromm's Holding. As you watch, a section of stone wall falls in, the wooden supports eaten away by the fire that blazes within the tower.
Over twenty five bodies lie in the dirt of surrounding the walls, most of the dead bodies are human but amongst them lie a few reptillian bodies, apparently slain as they tried to get away. In the hands of the reptillian bodies are cheap household items, stolen from the houses and holdings around the main courtyard.
As you enter the courtyard, the heat from the fire is intense, but dying. Members of the household, and some of the serfs, mostly women, are mourning the dead.
Suddenly, an ash stained woman accompanied by a forlorn attendant rushes towards you. Throwing herself at the horse of Cathmhaol, whose in the lead.
"You must help him, you must" She sobs
"He's gone after them into the swamp"
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 14:48:50 GMT
OOC: Four?! Which of my party of six died en route?  And did the thief not make it?"Keep an eye out f' trouble", said Cathmhaol over his shoulder as he dismounted and took hold of the woman. "Who's gone into the swamp? An' what happened here?"
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Post by Zeric on Feb 1, 2007 14:59:20 GMT
Zeric kept his horse close to that of his brother, Throgbur. He reviewed the spells he knew, ready to release the magical energy if need be. The mere thought of the glorious ecstasy that accompanied the channeling of magical energy, brought a momentary stirring to his loins.
He looked around at the corpses, searching for clues as to the identity of the lizard... he supposed "tribe" was the best word.
OOC: What spells do I know, Paul? Can you please PM me with the answer? Ta. Possibly not going to be able to post for the rest of today. Can you NPC me sensibly, please?
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 1, 2007 15:46:25 GMT
Surveying the carnage but keeping his pony beside his brother, Throgbur brandished his aye. He was full of indignation and a need for justice, the foul evil people who killed these men.
"Aye!" he roared, "We'll go after them and slay them all!"
Then he paused and frowned.
"Zeric?" he said, looking over his shoulder at his more studious brother, "Who are they?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 15:55:11 GMT
OOC: Four?! Which of my party of six died en route? And did the thief not make it?"Keep an eye out f' trouble", said Cathmhaol over his shoulder as he dismounted and took hold of the woman. "Who's gone into the swamp? An' what happened here?" The lady threw herself to the floor "Waaaaaah. Hes gone! Into the swamp."Her attendant responds "This is Lady Lucretia, wife of the Baron Cromm. He and a few of the men have gone into the swamp, searching for the ones who did this. He has been gone since the attack, a few hours ago now and they havent yet returned." |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 17:00:02 GMT
"How many men went with the Baron? And how many creatures were they followin'?" Cathmhaol asked the women.
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Post by Zeric on Feb 1, 2007 18:06:45 GMT
Surveying the carnage but keeping his pony beside his brother, Throgbur brandished his aye. He was full of indignation and a need for justice, the foul evil people who killed these men. "Aye!" he roared, "We'll go after them and slay them all!"Then he paused and frowned. "Zeric?" he said, looking over his shoulder at his more studious brother, "Who are they?"Zeric shook his head, " That I do not know, but those blue baldricks they all wear suggest a level of organisation that is unexpected." |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 18:20:16 GMT
"How many men went with the Baron? And how many creatures were they followin'?" Cathmhaol asked the women. The Baroness' attendant replied
"The Baron was sent into a rage at the death of his teenage son, Piann. Sending one man to Daggerford, he took the rest of the men into the swamp. Its difficult to tell how many, probably around a half a dozen at most, it depends on how many were killed or injured in the initial attack. We're still counting the dead." SHe paused and viewed the scene around her "The Baroness' has lost a son, she shoudln't lose a husband as well." |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 19:12:30 GMT
"Aye? None too many then", replied Cathmhaol.
He looked around at the mage, "Hey ye! Zeric, ain't it? What were ye saying' about baldricks...?"
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 1, 2007 19:43:46 GMT
Not accustomed to being ignored, not a huge green axe-weilding nutter with tusks and rippling muscles, the huge half-orc warrior shook his axe and roared some more. "Come on, let's get 'em! Let's go!"
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And did the thief not make it?