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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 19, 2007 23:55:12 GMT
Cathmhaol pushed open the door of the Lady Luck, and made his way to the bar. He greeted Darryl with a friendly nod and ordered a round of drinks. "Three flagon's o' ale and a cup o' wine for the lad", he said. He nodded his head at Darryl's questioning look, "Aye, I know he's young, but he's earned this 'un".
Garri reached out greedily and grabbed the cup as it was put in front of him. He raised it to his lips and was about to take a big gulp when Cathmhaol's hand shot out and firmly grasped the youngster's wrist. "Steady lad", said Cathmhaol quietly, "There's a tradition in here. Y'see that pillar? That's to honour them that went adventurin' an' didn't come home agin".
He released his hold on Garri's wrist and turned to face the pillar. He bowed his head in contemplation before raising the flagon and intoning, "To those who have fallen before us. Those who bring the relics of fallen comrades are given a free drink". He coached Garri though the salute, and said, "Ye'll do well t' remember that, young 'un. If ye work f' me I'll do m' best t' look after ye, but if ye ever forget the toast, yer on yer own!"
He grinned and headed towards one of the empty tables, calling out to one of the serving wenches for bread, cheese and meat as he went. He settled down on a bench with his back to the wall, taking a deep draught as he checked out the patrons. Satisfied everything seemed peaceful he turned to Zeric and Throgbur, "Well ye fellows, ye got any bright ideas for the name o' our new comp'ny?"
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Post by Zeric on Feb 20, 2007 0:47:32 GMT
Zeric shrugged, "The restof the militia knew us as The Misfits... How about that for a name? I mean, we are somewhat of a motley crew, aren't we?"
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 20, 2007 11:10:12 GMT
Letting off an enormous belch and wiping the froth from his tusks, Throgbur nodded.
"Misfits, aye!" and slammed his tankard down.
"What's motlee?"[/i] he whispered to his brother.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 20, 2007 11:23:31 GMT
OOC- I knew youd do that, good roleplaying have a karma!
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 20, 2007 12:02:55 GMT
Date : Ches the 3rd, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location : The Lady Luck Tavern, Daggerford
Time : Just after midday
Weather: Sunny but cold
Discussing as you are the name of the company the peace of the Inn is suddenly disrupted, by the entrance of a half dozen Red Robed men and woman who walk up to the bar. The leader, or a person you assume to be the leader speaks to the Barman his voice thick with an Moonsea accent ,
"Barman, well met. My name is Millgin and I am looking for a colleague of ours. His name is Cadzen. It is imperative we speak to him, for he has things in his possesion that are of the utmost importance to us. I wonder, has he been in here that last couple of days?"
Whispers go around the taproom
"Red Wizards. "
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 20, 2007 18:26:07 GMT
Cathmhaol rolled his eyes, "Ye lot ha' no imagination!" he grumbled. "Ye call yerselves the Misfits an' who in their right mind is gonna employ ye?!" He took a swallow of beer and continued, "Ye want a proper name, like ... like ... err ..."
His musing was interupted by the entrance of the wizards, "More dress wearin' fairies...", he muttered. He looked at the young man in front of him, "Err, no offence Zeric!" he grinned and he turned to watch what unfolded.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 20, 2007 19:25:35 GMT
"Keys?" Replied Garri infectiously "Ye found keys? Howzabout The Company of the Golden Keys or Fellowship of the Key? Or Cath's Band. Ach I dont know."
Beyond the young theif the conversation at the bar had become heated with the people in the red cloaks, becoming more threatening.
"You know what happened to our colleague, you do! He disapeared here! Ill curse this bar if I have to" The leader shouted.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 20, 2007 20:40:06 GMT
"Hold that thought, Garri", murmured Cathmhaol, watching events unfold at the bar. He pushed his chair back, the legs scraping noisily against the floor. He wasn't making any threatening moves, just letting the Wizards know that he was taking an interest in what was going on ...
OOC: What do we know of the Red Wizards?
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 20, 2007 20:47:17 GMT
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Post by Zeric on Feb 20, 2007 21:11:35 GMT
Letting off an enormous belch and wiping the froth from his tusks, Throgbur nodded. "Misfits, aye!" and slammed his tankard down. "What's motlee?"[/i] he whispered to his brother.[/quote] Zeric despaired of his brother at times. How could one of such limited intellect even remember to breathe? " It means... corageous and bold, Throgbur." Seeing the Red Wizards enter the bar, Zeric's attention snapped to them. " Cathmhaol..." he cautioned, laying a palm on his forearm, " be careful. The Red Wizards can be dangerous, but six of them can spell disaster." Zeric watched them discreetly, keeping himself hunkered in the shadows thrown by the balcony. It would be 'interesting' to see what ensued. " As to our name," he continued quietly, " how about The Company of the Dagger, given we met in Daggerford, or Cromm's Fellowship for a similar reason?" |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 20, 2007 21:42:48 GMT
Letting off an enormous belch and wiping the froth from his tusks, Throgbur nodded. "Misfits, aye!" and slammed his tankard down. "What's motlee?"[/i] he whispered to his brother.[/quote] Zeric despaired of his brother at times. How could one of such limited intellect even remember to breathe? " It means... corageous and bold, Throgbur." Seeing the Red Wizards enter the bar, Zeric's attention snapped to them. " Cathmhaol..." he cautioned, laying a palm on his forearm, " be careful. The Red Wizards can be dangerous, but six of them can spell disaster." Zeric watched them discreetly, keeping himself hunkered in the shadows thrown by the balcony. It would be 'interesting' to see what ensued. " As to our name," he continued quietly, " how about The Company of the Dagger, given we met in Daggerdale, or Cromm's Fellowship for a similar reason?"[/quote]
OOC- You met in DaggerFORD 
Darryl steps forward, points his finger at the Wizard threatingly.
"Now look here, you and I both know there's a ward on this Inn. Your spells wont work in here. Your freind was here met with a man called Skarsgaard and left."
The Wizards look at each other, the leader gives them a sign and they look to leave
Garri looks at Zeric
"WOW, whats a ward?"
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Post by Throgbur on Feb 20, 2007 22:28:21 GMT
All sense of stupidity slipped from Throgbur as his own chair slid back an instant behind Cathmhaol's. His brother had spoken of the Red Wizards on occasion, and everyone, well everyone with a bone of superstition in them, knew of Thay and its Red Wizards.
Eyes slitting, Throgbur drew himself up to his full height. Shrugging his shoulders, Throgbur began to slide one foot slightly back, giving him a balance and a position to fight from. Zeric would no doubt spot the move and know it was a position from which his bigger brother would often fight from, usually starting with a headlong reckless charge.
Speaking as quietly has he could, but not known for his ability to whisper, Throgbur hissed, "If it starts, go, brother."
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Post by Zeric on Feb 20, 2007 22:35:50 GMT
OOC- You met in DaggerFORD [/i] Garri looks at Zeric "WOW, whats a ward?"
[/quote] OOC: That's what I said....  Zeric slammed his spear butt hard on the floor, " Througbur! Stay!" He turned to Garri, " A ward, youngster, is a magical sigil which prevents some specific thing. It is a bit like a lock, but not formed of physical things." He kept a wary eye upon Throgbur, shooting him a warning glance. |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Feb 20, 2007 22:37:00 GMT
"SIT. YER. ARSE. DOWN", said Cathmhaol quietly and firmly, tugging on the half-orc's jerkin.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Feb 21, 2007 11:08:08 GMT
As the wizards are about to leave. Their leader Milligan turns, opens his cloak and draws a large curved sword.
"Ive had enough of your lies, do you think that WE are limited to spells?" he taunts as the others draw their weapons as well, a mixture of axes and swords. Holding his sword to the poor barman's throat the wizard asks
"SoDarryl where is Cadzeus? Who was he with?"
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