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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 20:11:45 GMT
Cathmhaol whirled around, his eyes flashing furiously, "Go on then, off ye go, if yer so damn keen! If we find yer corpse, we'll have a good laugh at ye, cos ye blundered in w'out thinkin'!"
"Now shut up! I'm decidin' what to do".
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 20:55:57 GMT
The young noble spoke
"I knew the Baron's Son, he was a nice lad, good hunter and fighter for a youngster. These people need a Baron. "
Myr shook her head,
"Ill say a prayer to the dead, Im sure Sune will allow them a good passing" At which she recited a repetitive prayer.
Alzhedo stood next to the pair in silence.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 21:07:26 GMT
Cathmhaol stood tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the praying to finish. "Are we all done?" he asked with barely disguised impatience.
Without waiting for an answer, he carried on. "Right then! Curly - " he addressed Kirdan - "You know the area so you can go first. Lead on!"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 1, 2007 21:27:23 GMT
"Sure," the young noble replied, " but we will have to go on foot from here. The marsh wont hold the horses hooves and they'll just slow us down. The trail blazed by the Baron through the swamp looks fairly easy to follow, he wasnt exactly hiding it."
He pointed in a southerly direction, showing a path leading into the swamp from the small hamlet.
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 1, 2007 21:50:35 GMT
Doing his best not to fall from his saddle or stirrups, Throgbur gingerly got down from his pony and helped his brother down. Snarling behind Cathmahaol's back, he looked the scene over again and then at his brother. He didn't want anything to happen to him, so he gave his weaker half a playful pad on the shoulder.
"We'll get 'em Zed, you see if we don't."
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 1, 2007 22:47:22 GMT
"Bugger! Ye, the big fella who don't say much - find somewhere t' stable these an' be quick about it". Cathmhaol watched as the bald giant patiently waited for the rest to dismount and lead their horses in the direction of the stables.
"Right then, m' bonny lads, this is how it's gonna happen. The youth here will go first, with Thog behind him. I'll follow with Zeric here, an' the lassie. Yon big fella will bring up the rear".
"Keep quiet, watch yer footin' an' we might just all come back alive! Alright? Then let's go!"
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Post by Zeric on Feb 1, 2007 23:59:37 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...?" Zeric turned to face his commander, suddenly the young sorceror was all business, " Indeed Cathmhaol, I was saying that I happened to notice the lizardmen appear to be clad in some sort of uniform; these blue baldricks. Now, I do not know much about these creatures, but I hazard an educated guess that this is unusual and suggests to me an abnormal level of organisation. I think, although there appear to be few of them, that while we indeed pursue them, we should proceed with some caution." |
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Post by Zeric on Feb 2, 2007 0:25:37 GMT
He opened a satchel hanging from a shoulder strap, "Here!"
There was a mewling purr from the bag, "No time for sleep, my friend. Your talents are needed for a hunt."
From out of the bag came a large cat, which stretched, then flexed the wings mounted behind its shoulders.
Zeric stroked the animal behind its large, erect ears, the purring sound grew louder, "Fly ahead and seek the trail of the lizardmen, Here. Return with news and keep yourself safe."
The cat-thing leapt into the air with all the grace of an ordinary feline jumping atop a table.
"And don't get distracted by rodents, Here!" Zeric called after it.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 2, 2007 9:30:12 GMT
Cathmhaol raised an eyebrow quizzically. "What manner o' creature is that?" he asked Zeric, suspiciously.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 2, 2007 10:00:50 GMT
 As the creature swoops into the skies, Zeric's eyes shut he is at one with his familiar Throughh the creatures eyes, Zeric sees the swamp below. The swamp is like another world. It is thick with vegetation. Reeds grow as high as men on horseback, making viewing the path itself almost impossible. The flat terrain is broken by the occassional hillock or clearing.
In one such clearing along the trail. The dead bodies of men can be seen, surrounding a dead creature not unlike a dragon  Zeric snaps his eyes open, as his familiar returns. OOC- Ive shared the bodies of men ahead through the eyes of the familair, remember that Zeric is the only person whose seen this.
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Post by Zeric on Feb 2, 2007 10:13:56 GMT
Zeric signals the militia unit away from the distraught.... widow, he supposed. When they had gathered out of earshot of the keep's inhabitants, he reported the findings, "The trail's overgrown - tall vegetation; perfect hunting territory. There's a clearing, containing a few dead human bodies. I can smell them. Freshly killed. Their blood hangs heavily in the air."
He reported the corpses coldly, matter-of-factly, an edge of excitement creeping into his voice "They seem to have run afoul of some large lizard - perhaps akin to a dragon - I am not certain... it has no wings..."
OOC: I'm trying to convey the sense of linking with a feline mind (in case I'm not managing to get that across.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 2, 2007 10:24:39 GMT
Cathmhaol eyes Zeric suspiciously, not sure whether to trust the young man's magic. "Ye saw all that, eh?" He looked pensive.
"Can ye keep in touch with yon creature whilst ye walk?" he asked, "I don't like the thought o' us walkin' into a trap an' I want that thing to fly o'er us and look out f' any more of them lizard men. Can ye do that?"
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 2, 2007 13:03:29 GMT
Throgbur grinned from ear to ear and patted his brother on the back.
"Zeric clever, he know plenty. He can do anything. Not like you. Uh, boss." he said, plainly proud of his brother.
Throgbur stood close to his brother, clad only in his great big thick boots, heavy furs and clutching his bloody great axe. He was ready, as ready as he'd ever be.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 2, 2007 13:53:22 GMT
Date : Ches the 2nd, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location : A clearing in the Lizard Marsh, The Duchy of Daggerford[
On foot it takes just over a half an hour to get to the clearing that Zeric had described in Cromm's Hold. The journey through the marsh is like travelling on another world. Reeds grow tall, making long distance veiwing impossible for those on the ground. The terrain is broken by the occasional hillock on the way. Fortunately Zeric's familiar keep you on the correct path, leading you to the site of the ambush.
As you enter the clearing, carrion birds rise from the trail, frightened by your approach. Pushing through some tall reeds, you see the remains of a fight. Dead men and horses sinking into the patches of deep mud that surround the path on both sides. Across the path is the body of a large dead lizard, not unlike a wingless dragon.
KIrdan leads you into the clearing and inspects one of the dead bodies.
"This is the Baron's Party" He holds up a sheild whose coat of arms depicts a lizard on it.
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Post by Zeric on Feb 2, 2007 14:05:08 GMT
Cathmhaol eyes Zeric suspiciously, not sure whether to trust the young man's magic. "Ye saw all that, eh?" He looked pensive. "Can ye keep in touch with yon creature whilst ye walk?" he asked, "I don't like the thought o' us walkin' into a trap an' I want that thing to fly o'er us and look out f' any more of them lizard men. Can ye do that?"" With greater ease than my brother here can walk and talk at the same time," Zeric replied, seemingly careless of any feelings Throgbur might have. " Though I'll not put her in harm's way, mind! A sorceror and his familiar are.... close." |
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