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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 2, 2007 12:09:51 GMT
Date : Ches the 3rd, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location : Training Fields, Daggerford
Time : Lunchtime
Weather: Sunny but cold[/b]
As you approach the training fields, you notice that the Misfits are sat around waiting for lunch in groups.
The smelly Vane is sat on his own, deep in what looks like prayer to his god. On his knees whilst he faces the sun, he is in a deep in trance and he does not even see you approach.
The non-humans are sat together, playing with dice. Dansain, Perrin and Bellada are obviously loosing once again to the Kobold, Kally. His unnatural ability to win at gambling has again caused tension amongst his opponents. His happy yelps as he wins seeming to aggrivate them more.
Sir Kendrick is sitting alone under Zeri's favourite tree. Chewing on a long piece of grass, he spots you as you walk over. Waving he shouts
"Zeric, Throgbur!! You two are a sight for a pair of sore eyes. We thought you might be in trouble. Whats the news? Good freinds"
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Post by Zeric on Mar 2, 2007 13:36:30 GMT
"Well, friends, it has indeed been an eventful adventure!" Zeric answered, filling his voice with as much wonder as he could muster. "Cathmhaol, Througbur, Garrion and myself triumphed over our foul lizardmen foes, liberated the Barony and received GOLD! as our reward..."
He waited for the reaction, musing that not all magical words were of an arcane nature, before continuing, "Yes, my brave and true comrades, hundreds of gold pieces to keep and do with what we will."
He again paused, letting the mention of such riches take effect, "Ask yourselves, friends, why are you slaving away for the copper pittance the militia pays you, when you could earn Gold Pieces for your own betterment; or for the glory of your Gods, if you'd rather - the decision is yours: Stay here on these pitiful copper slave wages, or enlist in the adventuring concern, 'Cromm's Daggers' and earn G.O.L.D. gold, my friends, for work that is much the same as the 'Ford pays you for right now."
"I see right now, you are gambling away that copper pittance!" Zeric noted. "Have you noted that the really successful gamblers all seem to be rich? Think on that for a moment. Imagine taking your stake to a gaming house and placing GOLD on the table! Think of what you could gain as a return on that investment?"
"Now, demand to join this newest company is already high, but Cathmhaol, Throgbur and I thought first of our loyal companions in the Misfits first, after all, fair is fair... We know your respective talents and your tribulations in this 'militia' unit for a pittance... There will be a signing bonus of two gold pieces each, payable from this very purse!" Zeric hefted a bag, containing Throgbur's gold, shaking it to emphasise the riches inside.
"I beseech you, friends, please hurry, for we are limited to a further eight places in this elite unit. Why not form up under Sergeant Throgbur here if you are interested and we'll get off the mark by getting your marks on the necessary paperwork, eh? Then you can collect you signing bounty and we can get to work!" the sorceror stopped talking, carelessly letting five gold pieces fall from his fingers, "Oops! It seems I'm literally overflowing with gold. How clumsy of me, would someone care to assist me in retrieving it?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 2, 2007 15:40:14 GMT
OOC - Ill respond to that later, but excellent speech. Have a Karma
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Post by Throgbur on Mar 2, 2007 16:19:52 GMT
Throgbur scratched his head during the speech, and at the end, said "Zeric... Where was I?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 2, 2007 23:34:18 GMT
Sir Kendrick stepped forward shook Zeric by the hand.
"Cash you say, dear chap. Sounds spiffing to me."
Kally was next to step forward in his whiney voice the kobold quipped
"Zeric and Throgbur always nice to Kally. Kally will follow Zeric, he intelligent man. Throgbur brave and strong. Me follow you both, if thats OK!"
The others looked at each other, pondering their next move. Before Bellda stepped forward.
"Yeah Id like to join. But how in Clangeddin's name do we get out the Misfits?"
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Post by Zeric on Mar 3, 2007 0:50:58 GMT
" Cathmhaol will deal with that, as he is, by fortunate coincidence, the captain of the Baroness Cromm's personal guard..." he waved a hand dismissively, " Please, do not ask, friends... It is a fine story which I am glad Cathmhaol himself will better tell, perhaps over a glass or two (which, I am glad to say, he promised to buy us all!)*" Zeric laughed at the joy of his new companions, " Suffice it to say, the Duke will be only too glad to grant the Baroness use of a few of his finest guards; she must be safe in her own hold, yes? Anyway, those are the details Cathmhaol will sort out in his own way." Zeric asked his comrades, " Now that you have made your marks on the relevant documentation, and before you receive your signing bounty, I am afraid that Cathmhaol has stipulated that there is a small task to be performed afore it can be paid... Consider it an extended on the job interview, if you like..." Zeric went on to describe the situation at the Heralds union, telling them of the "Client's" interest in where the mysterious fellow obtained his money, describing the man's regularity at the inn. He finished by saying, " There is your first simple task... I shall observe you, as shall Sergeant Throgbur. Come on then!" * OOC: Some jokes are too good to be confined to one board, eh?  |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 3, 2007 9:00:03 GMT
OOC: Why do I get the feeling that this is a disaster waiting to happen ...  
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 3, 2007 13:57:22 GMT
"So your asking us to do your dirty work for you then, dear chap. Well Ill help out? What say you Perrin? Tracking is your thing isnt it?" Said the haughty knight.
"Aye it is at that? OK, blow it. Count me in." The bald halfling stroked his bald head "What have we got to loose, really?"
"OK. You got me too" said the Dwarf, Bellanda. "Well thats myself, Sir Kendrick and Perrin what about the rest of ye?"
The others shook their heads collectively but Vane who was deep in his meditative trance.
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Post by Zeric on Mar 4, 2007 13:15:24 GMT
Zeric walked over to the undead-hunter, slapping him on the shoulder, " Vane!" Zeric pulled a rag from his belt and wiped his hands on it, " Gods, man! Try bathing on occasion... " He listened to the inevitable tirade about 'cleanliness of the soul, etc', before interrupting, " You are, are you not sir, a hunter of the undead by profession - nay, vocation?" <pause for reply> " Then do tell," Zeric continued, " exactly how many undead have you encountered in your tenure in the militia?" <pause for him to say "none"> " Then join us and return to your vocation, for we are now of a mind to take contracts and personal missions to rid the Realms of the scoruge of evil... and correct me if I am wrong, but that mission includes those fiends which are the walking dead?" he asked, " So ask yourself, Vane. Where would you be best situated to accomplish your sworn purpose? Here, with the drunks and prostitutes that are the daily dross which is the militiaman's crust? Or with Cromm's Daggers?" |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2007 13:59:53 GMT
Zeric walked over to the undead-hunter, slapping him on the shoulder, " Vane!" Zeric pulled a rag from his belt and wiped his hands on it, " Gods, man! Try bathing on occasion... " He listened to the inevitable tirade about 'cleanliness of the soul, etc', before interrupting, " You are, are you not sir, a hunter of the undead by profession - nay, vocation?" The undead hunter replied "None at all and you know it. "
"Hmmmmm your argument is definately persuasive, but it always was Zeric" he replied again |
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Post by Zeric on Mar 4, 2007 16:03:46 GMT
Zeric grinned, "Yes, I know! So, are you with us, or not?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2007 21:05:09 GMT
"Reckon so, count me in. If you can get me out of the 'fits" Replied the priest
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Post by Zeric on Mar 5, 2007 0:10:01 GMT
Zeric gave a confident smile, not betraying his inner doubts, "Do not worry yourself. Cathmhaol's got it all under control. Now, we have work to do, unless there's anything else?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 5, 2007 11:15:25 GMT
They shook their heads.
OOC-
Its roughly one oclock in the afternoon. As I see it youve got a couple of things left to do
1. Chap to follow
2. Escort the Baroness
What next ?
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Post by Zeric on Mar 5, 2007 15:57:41 GMT
Zeric nodded, "Good. Now that's settled, I think we have a job to do..."
He described the situation the clerk from the Heralds and Runners Union had told him of with their mysterious lodger, "All we have to do is to find out where this chap is getting his money, let the Union know and then we'll be a fully-fledged company."
Zeric continued, "We should get down to the vicinity of the Union in preparation for discreetly shadowing this fellow. I want no slip ups. Clean in, get the information and get out. Simple as that. Throgbur! Get them formed up, equipped and ready to go... I'll be back in five minutes."
He headed off to the barracks to gather the remains of his meager possessions.
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