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Post by Zeric on Sept 17, 2007 14:52:34 GMT
"Im not so smelly now, Zeric." Sneered Vane
"You made me wash. Im an Undead hunter, a priest of Kelemvor. Theres something about you, are you a ghost or a vampire maybe?" Zeric rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, " Why am I cursed always to be surrounded by the cretin element? First that idiot brother of mine and now this...?" He answered Vane, " Yes Vane, that is what I said..." Zeric paid attention to the new fellow's reply, " Large hunting dogs, you say? Can you identify the breed?" |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 17, 2007 16:53:58 GMT
"Im not so smelly now, Zeric." Sneered Vane
"You made me wash. Im an Undead hunter, a priest of Kelemvor. Theres something about you, are you a ghost or a vampire maybe?" Dace looked the other man over. "Sorry? Was that last to me? I don't recall being a vampire or a ghost. I think I'd remember." he smiled. "Oh good! You cant be too careful these days." replied the priest matter of factly. Turning to face the Barman he asks
"Where's breakfast? Ill have bacon, eggs, sausage and anything else you got going. Any specials?" The barman smiles and replied "Well theres some Neverwinter Pudding, tastes great fried. But I darent ask what its made of, will that do?" Vane nodded enthusiastically "Cant fight on an empty stomach." |
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Post by Dace on Sept 18, 2007 7:16:46 GMT
"Im not so smelly now, Zeric." Sneered Vane
"You made me wash. Im an Undead hunter, a priest of Kelemvor. Theres something about you, are you a ghost or a vampire maybe?" Zeric rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, " Why am I cursed always to be surrounded by the cretin element? First that idiot brother of mine and now this...?" He answered Vane, " Yes Vane, that is what I said..." Zeric paid attention to the new fellow's reply, " Large hunting dogs, you say? Can you identify the breed?" Dace shook his head. "I'm sorry, Zeric. It was very busy, lots of fighting. They were big, that's about all I could tell." |
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Post by Zeric on Sept 18, 2007 11:05:46 GMT
Zeric nodded, all too aware of the confusion of battle and what it could do to a man's memory, "No matter Dace... "
He turned to Cathmhaol, "So when are we leaving, Boss?
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Post by Cathmhaol on Sept 18, 2007 16:17:04 GMT
Cathmhaol mopped up the last of his egg yolk with a hunk of bread, stuffed it in his mouth, chewed briefly and swallowed.
He sat there looking pained as the food made its way down his gullet then let out a low belch. "How about now?" he grinned.
OOC: Welcome 'Dace'. I'm Phil, aka Cathmhaol, aka The Shining Wit, aka the Founding Member and President for Life of the Friends of Allan Stenhouse*.
*An inebriate Scottish onanist who we hold in the highest possible regard.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 18, 2007 17:16:39 GMT
OOC - Ill post an update later on this evening. Next update will be based in and around Bowshot, unless anyone else has a new direction they want to go in! m
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Post by Zeric on Sept 18, 2007 18:03:31 GMT
Cathmhaol mopped up the last of his egg yolk with a hunk of bread, stuffed it in his mouth, chewed briefly and swallowed. He sat there looking pained as the food made its way down his gullet then let out a low belch. "How about now?" he grinned. OOC: Welcome 'Dace'. I'm Phil, aka Cathmhaol, aka The Shining Wit, aka the Founding Member and President for Life of the Friends of Allan Stenhouse*.
*An inebriate Scottish onanist who we hold in the highest possible regard.OOC: Lol, Phil! But how do you know the new player ain't Allan? Paul's being very mysterious about the ID... Oh, right, Paul said the new player was "dependable"  |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 18, 2007 19:17:41 GMT
Date : Ches the 7th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location : Bowshot
Time : Late evening, after Sunset
Weather: Clear and cold
The journey to Bowshot from Liams Hold is over a days ride, normally but Nimen pushes you hard. Wanting to make the village, in order for you to investigate the attack site in the morning.
Bowshot is the centre of all logging in the area and has been for over a hundred years. It is so named for being within a "Bowshot of the Misty Forest". The success of the logging is immediately apparent, the Forest itself is now miles to the east. The Village itself consists of the Bowshot Inn, A sawmill, a dozen farms and maybe twenty y or so houses. Whose residents are woodcarvers or labourers used in the logging.
Pulling up her horse in the grounds of the lit Inn, Nimen smiles.
"Looks as if some of the locals are still up and about. We may get some decent food, rather than some scraps"
OOC- he is a reliable player. Im sure at some point who he is will be revealed
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Post by Zeric on Sept 18, 2007 21:05:25 GMT
Zeric looked casually around the town of Bowshot as he rode towards the inn, seeking for signs of a populace terrified of bandit raids; absence of people on the streets, shutters barred on windows, etc.
He said nothing to his companions as they approached the inn, but then, Cathmhaol, at least, should be used to the sorceror's silences.
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Post by Dace on Sept 19, 2007 7:53:10 GMT
From his place by Nimen's side, Dace nodded an acknowledgement if he saw a friendly face in Bowshot. If he saw a relative of someone who died in the attack, he goes over and, one hand gripping their shoulder, shakes their hand and offers a few words of condolence.
Done, he returns to the group. Looking up at the Inn he turned to the newcomers. "The food here's pretty good."
He leant in close and conspiratorial, and whispered "Just don't ask for his special sausages." He wrinkled his face in an approximation of digust. "The meat tends to be unidentifiable."
Adjusting the weapons on his belt he followed Nimen, sticking close to her and his eyes alert, just in case of attack.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 19, 2007 9:41:06 GMT
OOC- the attack took place on the road a few miles to the south, not in the village of Bowshot itself. Obviously this causes a concern as the loggers may get attacked, etc..... Well if You went in and asked someone of course
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Post by Dace on Sept 19, 2007 13:34:21 GMT
OOC- the attack took place on the road a few miles to the south, not in the village of Bowshot itself. Obviously this causes a concern as the loggers may get attacked, etc..... Well if You went in and asked someone of course |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 19, 2007 16:19:42 GMT
OOC - No prob, xxxxxx. Had to blank out your name there!
Anyway with my rejigging of the site Ive noticed that my dates are out and IM having you adventure in February! In actual fact it should be the Realms equivalent of April! Tarsakh, Ill amend unless someone has some radical reason not too!
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Post by Zeric on Sept 19, 2007 18:38:08 GMT
Zeric walked confidently in to the Inn, taking a moment by the door to assess the patrons. He then walked up to the bar and said, "Well met, good innkeeper. My companions and I are in need of shelter on this cold night and sustenance after a long journey. What good vittles are being served in your excellent establishment? Oh, and have you rooms available?"
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Post by Cathmhaol on Sept 19, 2007 19:14:09 GMT
Cathmhaol yawned loudly, whether through tiredness or Zeric's overly overblown language, it wasn't clear.
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