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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 15, 2008 8:50:52 GMT
"The seven horses? Probably a few days, something like three maybe a little more. The white stallion is being cared for, probably had a brush yesterday. In fact the horses were fed, yesterday. Maybe the owner of the white stallion took pity on the others." she replied.
A brief search of the stables reveals the militia's equipment is hidden under some straw at the back of one of the stalls. A half dozen long bows, about 50 arrows, four longswords, and a chest containing roughly 150 golden lions.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 15, 2008 13:43:08 GMT
"Help yersel's t' anythin' ye need from that," Cathmhaol indicated the equipment to Delora, "Then get it covered up again - we can come back f' it later."
He turned to Zeric and said, "I reckon we need t' have a chat yon wizard..." He looked around, "Where've t' others gone?"
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Post by Zeric on Mar 15, 2008 17:26:34 GMT
Zeric nodded, "I concur, Cath. However, I must issue a word or two of caution before we do so... Please tread carefully with your words around this wizard - he may be quick to anger, so please don't go throwing around any accusations, eh? I am sure my talents are no match for such a one as he."
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 15, 2008 17:43:13 GMT
"I speak straight an' I'm not one f' fancy speech," said Cathmhaol, "If'n ye think ye'll do better, ye can talk t' him, when we find him".
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 15, 2008 22:07:44 GMT
As the group are walking along the well worn track, that has some grass growing through the mud on it. Now that spring has come the track is slowly becoming mud like, the rain and the warmer weather seeping into the ground, realsing the mud from its frozen slumber. Along the side of the path the gardens of the houses are overgrown and unkempt, the winter has been unkind to the buildings with, slates and guttering damaged or missing.
Along the path towards you is a tall elven looking man, his alabastar white skin betrayinbg his moon elven heritage. If that was in any doubt his black, almost dark blue hair would give it away in conjuction with his other features. The elf is wearing a breatplate of intricate design, carrying a shield with a finely crafted rapier at his side and over his shoulder is a beautiful elven bow. Everything about the elf says standing and breeding.
OOC- post away ;D
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Post by Zeric on Mar 16, 2008 1:46:49 GMT
Zeric raised an open hand to the stranger, "Well Met, friend Elf. I am Zeric, late of Daggerford and recently engaged in battle with foul Drow in the Underdark. These are my companions, who I'll leave to introduce themselves. An your name is?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 16, 2008 12:51:25 GMT
OOC- Ill let the elf reply on his own  heres a pic of the keep  |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 16, 2008 21:20:30 GMT
OOC: Nice bit o' real estate... 
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 16, 2008 21:52:51 GMT
OOC- Problem is location. Since Zeric worked out it was in Neverwinter Woods and he is almost a local heres a roughish map 
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Post by Zeric on Mar 16, 2008 23:44:45 GMT
OOC: Shite, that's right - Zeric's from WestBridge, in't he?!
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Post by Dungeon Master on Mar 17, 2008 0:22:19 GMT
OOC: Shite, that's right - Zeric's from WestBridge, in't he?! |
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Post by Dace on Mar 17, 2008 12:17:34 GMT
OOC:
Number 23. The Larch.
The Larch.
The. Larch.
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Post by Zeric on Mar 17, 2008 17:58:46 GMT
OOC: Stand and deliver! Your lupins or your life! 
Where's this Nelf, then? |
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Post by Eneval on Mar 17, 2008 21:02:16 GMT
Bowing his head gently, the elf regarded the figure approaching him
" I am Eneval of Evereska; my greetings to you and your friends".
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Post by Cathmhaol on Mar 17, 2008 21:15:19 GMT
"Eneval, eh?" said Cathmhaol abruptly, his hand not far from his sword, "By what means d' ye acost strangers on the path?"
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