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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 3, 2007 15:12:30 GMT
OOC: Cathmhaol hung back so as not to be spotted. "D'ye recognise any o' them?" he whispered to Garri.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 3, 2007 15:27:59 GMT
"Dont know none of them at all boss." whispered Garri back
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 3, 2007 17:27:34 GMT
"What ye got wi' ye lad? A sword? Sling?"asked Cathmhaol quietly.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 3, 2007 17:48:13 GMT
OOC - Rapier and shortbow
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 3, 2007 19:41:11 GMT
"Ye any good wi' that bow?", Cathmhaol asked, not entirely trusting the enthusiastic nodding in return.
"Right then", he continued, "ye make your way through the woods - I want ye slightly ahead o' them in case they're not too friendly. If it kicks off, I'll want coverin' fire. Go on then, ye've three minutes!"
Cathmhaol continued to trail the cart along the path. He waited for three and a half minutes to give Garri time to get into place and then stepped out into the road behind the cart and hailed the men, "Good day, gentlemen. 'Tis nice to meet some fellow travellers. Perchance, where are ye travellin' to?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2007 9:16:02 GMT
"Well met fellow traveller! I am heading south with an eventual destination of Calimshan. You travelling in that direction as well freind?"
Replied the larger man
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 4, 2007 9:38:11 GMT
"Aye, someways at least", replied Cathmhaol, picking up the pace and catching up the card.
OOC: Anything about the two captives that Cathmhaol might recognise i.e. the Baron's colours.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2007 10:49:27 GMT
OOC- the three men in the front are obviously southern, like Alzhedo. The two men in the back are probably locals and are suprisingly quiet.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 4, 2007 10:59:32 GMT
"So what ha' these boys been up t' then? Bad lads, eh?" asked Cathmhaol casually.
OOC: He'll be ready for any sudden moves from the guys with the swords ...
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2007 13:53:01 GMT
"They are my business and none of yours, sir. They will be dealt with once we reach the end of or journey." Repleid the large man.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 4, 2007 21:19:19 GMT
Cathmhaol wandered closer to the cart, "Quiet, ain't they?" he said, taking a closer look.
OOC: Are they conscious? Do they looked scared?
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2007 21:25:22 GMT
OOC- conscious but barely aware. Drunk or Drugged....
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 4, 2007 21:33:17 GMT
"They don't look right", said Cathmhaol, allowing concern to show in his voice, "They don't look like they'd run away, so why not untie 'em and let 'em get some air, eh?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 4, 2007 21:49:25 GMT
"Look stranger this is none of your business. I suggest you move on, it would be in our best interests, agreed." The fat man replied his guards looking threatingly towards you.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 4, 2007 22:10:08 GMT
"In your best interests possibly, but what about these fella's? It don't look like ye've got their interests in mind. Why don't we wake 'em up and ask 'em, eh?" said Cathmhaol quietly.
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