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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 14, 2007 0:13:35 GMT
Date :Ches the 3rd, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location : Cromm's Hold
Time : Sunrise
Its sunrise the following day from the Lizard folk attack and the Baroness is on a beautiful black horse waiting for you to arrive. Dressed in head to toe in black, she seems to be anxious to be getting on.
"Aaaah sargeant nice of you to come along, I hope you and your men are ready to accompany me to Daggerford. Id like to get on, we have an hour or so on the road. Then Ill have to speak to the Duke, so you will have most of the day sorting out your business." She paused and then called forward her servants.
"Alica and Penn bring forward the chest" Walking forward the two servants, a man and a woman of equal height, carried between them a small chest bound in brass.
"In the chest is your reward, unfortunatley it isnt much. It works out to about hundred Golden Lions for each of you. I hope you'll accept this meagre award, its not much but its all I can afford what with the rebuilding work going on. I suggest that you use the money in the town to pick up whatever equipment you might need over the next couple of weeks. I also suggest you register with the Militia as an adventuring company, I think it will cost you about 100gp in total. You may even need to choose a name, but I dont know as I haven't done so myself. Once your ready, we'll get going!" She continued.
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Post by Zeric on Feb 14, 2007 1:12:25 GMT
Zeric placed his hand lightly on Throgbur's forearm, seeing him glaze over at the mention of the vast sum.
"You will not spend it all on alcohol, Throgbur. This is all I will say on the matter. I will be very disappointed if you squander it," he whispered to his twin, so the others wouldn't hear.
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 14, 2007 8:34:14 GMT
Frowning, the concept of a hundred gold pieces more or less an alien concept to him, he handed his pouch to his brother.
"I don't want to drink it all. You have it. You need it more for..." his frown deepened... "Wizardy things."
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Post by Zeric on Feb 14, 2007 11:09:50 GMT
Moentarily conflicted by his brother's generosity, Zeric took a moment to reply, "I shall not use it. I shall hold it in trust for you, Throg. You may need to purchase equipment some time. It will be available for your needs."
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 14, 2007 20:13:15 GMT
"That is ... most generous o' ye, Ma'am", said Cathmhaol, bowing his head.
"I will look into setting up a company when we get t' Daggerford. I'm sure a possible share o' any reward will bring the lads around!"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 14, 2007 20:56:20 GMT
OOC - The total amount in the chest is 600gp, Im not sure it will be enough to entice all members of the misfits. Of course, Ive worked it out as 6 went out, 100 each.
I guess what you could decide is how you want to split up that total.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 14, 2007 21:25:41 GMT
OOC: I'm not suggesting I actually give it to them!!!
I'm going to say, "Look what we came back with! A share of future treasures could be yours by signing on the dotted line ...."
It's like army recruitment films showing you the fun stuff, like skiing or larking about in sunny climes, not having your knackers blown off in Iraq! 
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 14, 2007 21:41:09 GMT
"The pleasure is all mine, sargeant. I have to reward those people who will assist the folk of Cromm's Hold. Are we ready to get going? Want to introduce me to your men?" stated the Baroness.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 15, 2007 0:40:19 GMT
"We will be ready shortly, Ma'am. I'll just call the men t' order", said Cathmhaol.
"ZERIC!", he hissed, "Get the lads lined up! Her ladyship wants t' take a look at 'em!"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 16, 2007 16:05:02 GMT
Date : Alturiak the 5th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location : The Farmers Gate, Daggerford
Time : Midday
Weather: Sunny but cold
The journey from Cromm's Hold to Daggerford takes just over an hour or so. The Baroness slowing you down with small talk and her lack of riding skill, it is obviously years since she has been in the saddle. On this crisp, bright morning her talk has been of your families. With her interest focussed on Zeric and Throgbur's rather curious familial relationship.
The Farmers Gate is the most used gate in Daggerford, as it is the closest to the fields outside of town. Which you have ridden through, noticing the farmers tilling their fields and preparing them for the planting that usually follows the thaw of winter. The gate is currently open, though guarded by a small section of 6 Militia Men, and is built into a broad tower that allows only one cart to enter at a time.
Four of the Militia occupy the broad tower that the Gate is built into and two more check all those who enter the town. About a hundred yards from the gate, Zeric sighs
"Those two guards on the gate are Erris and Mardwell, two jokers I've had the misfortune of crossing their paths when we joined the Militia. Their jokes are in a word, tiresome."
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 16, 2007 17:46:16 GMT
"Right lads!", said Cathmhaol, "Straighten yourselves up - we're escorting her ladyship after all!" There was some tired grumbling but a fierce frown got them to comply.
"I'll handle this if I may, Ma'am", he said to the Baroness, and he trotted forward to meet the guards.
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Post by Zeric on Feb 16, 2007 18:06:04 GMT
"Please excuse me for a moment, Baroness?" the young sorceror announced.
Zeric encouraged his horse forwards, Here perched on his shoulder, basking in the weak spring sunshine. He relished the prospect of seeing how a tongue-lashing from Cathmhaol would be recieved by the two idiots on the gate.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 16, 2007 21:58:06 GMT
Cathmhaol eased his horse forward. As he drew level with the two guards he could see one of them whispering something to the other. He didn't catch what was said but their laughter told him it wasn't complimentary. His colour started to rise as his temper snapped!
Erris, the younger of the two guards, lowered his spear across the road to bar Cathmhaol's progress. He urged his horse to walk on, and the spear slid across the animal's chest causing the young guard to stumble. "Hey now ..." began Mardwell, but Cathmhaol cut him short.
"Get out o' my way ye useless streak o' piss!" he snarled, "I'm escortin' her ladyship an' she don't want ye gettin' under her feet!"
Mardwell went bright red, "You can't talk to me like that! I'm with Patrol 8 - You're Patrol 13!" he retorted in a whiny, snidey voice, "I'll have the lieutenant on you!"
"That waste o' space?" laughed Cathmhaol, harshly, "I'll no' have t' answer to him f' much longer, so had away wi' yer tales! Besides ..." he said slyly, "If I were ye, I'd have other worries - like who's tuppin' yer wife when yer on duty!" Mardwell's face fell. He looked back towards the town, concern etched onto his face and all thought of duty forgotten.
"Now get out o' my way, or I'll ride ye down!" Cathmhaol growled, and he waved the party past the stricken guards.
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Post by Zeric on Feb 16, 2007 22:31:22 GMT
Cathmhaol eased his horse forward. As he drew level with the two guards he could see one of them whispering something to the other. He didn't catch what was said but their laughter told him it wasn't complimentary. His colour started to rise as his temper snapped! Erris, the younger of the two guards, lowered his spear across the road to bar Cathmhaol's progress. He urged his horse to walk on, and the spear slid across the animal's chest causing the young guard to stumble. "Hey now ..." began Mardwell, but Cathmhaol cut him short. "Get out o' my way ye useless streak o' piss!" he snarled, "I'm escortin' her ladyship an' she don't want ye gettin' under her feet!"Mardwell went bright red, "You can't talk to me like that! I'm with Patrol 8 - You're Patrol 13!" he retorted in a whiny, snidey voice, "I'll have the lieutenant on you!"
"That waste o' space?" laughed Cathmhaol, harshly, "I'll no' have t' answer to him f' much longer, so had away wi' yer tales! Besides ..." he said slyly, "If I were ye, I'd have other worries - like who's tuppin' yer wife when yer on duty!" Mardwell's face fell. He looked back towards the town, concern etched onto his face and all thought of duty forgotten. "Now get out o' my way, or I'll ride ye down!" Cathmhaol growled, and he waved the party past the stricken guards. Zeric leaned down from his horse, beckoning Mardwell closer with a conspiratorial glance around. As the guard stepped closer, Zeric whispered, " I cannot tell you a falsehood, Mardwell. If I were you, I'd ask your wife to tell you all about Sir Kendrick. I am truly sorry, Mardwell.Zeric rode on, giving a look of sympathy to the guardsman. |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 16, 2007 22:41:46 GMT
OOC - Superb both of you. Have a karma!
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