Post by Dungeon Master on Jun 10, 2008 21:23:15 GMT
Date : Ches the 12th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location :Melfaunt Village of the Shade, Neverwinter Woods
Time : Mid Morning
Weather: Its cold and showery.
The morning for the rest of the group passed slowly whilst waiting for the sorcerer to awake from his rest. Each person in the group spent their time doing their own routine.
The elven priest, Eneval, spent most of his spare time praying to his triumvirate of gods, hoping that he would get some guidance for the journey that lay ahead of him. His fate thrown in the with the group.
The young warrior Delora had been busy in the Inn's kitchen grabbing what was left of the dried food and provisions. Packing them away, refilling water bottles and wine skins with water, wine and mead.
Cathmhaol, took the time out, checked over his weapons and armour . The stoic warrior, very quiet and contemplative during the morning saying little.
Dace went over to the stable and sorted out the horses for the group. The Elven steeds left by Enevals group were far superior to almost anything that the caravan guard had seen before. He checked out the tack and the health of the steeds. They were well fed, strong and could take more than a horse of similar size and strength.
Rumbleskin, sat down outside the Inn carving a piece of wood he contemplated the being stuck out of time, some 300 years in future, everything had changed. Still he had his pipe in his mouth smoking the smell of tobacco and herbs floating throughout the village.
Anyone in the Inn could hear the incoherent talking from the young sorcerer. The name of his brother could be heard often, the worry in his voice apparent to all.
It was now an hour or so from midday, it was time to set off on the four or so days ride to the City of Splendours, Waterdeep. But Zeric, the sorcerer hadn't even got up yet .
OOC- Here is the map, best work out which way your going
This is what you are currently carrying. Remember the unallocated gear as well
Coins:
Copper 110
Silver 1197
Gold 702
Platinum 1
Carried
Zeric
A false hand, solid and unjointed, made of silver, with crescents of ivory as nails
A scroll tube,carved in ivory with gold-plated metal end caps, empty/
A black ebony wood wand inlaid with gold leaf design
A Quaterstaff made of ash topped with a skull
Cath
Medium shield made of metal
a small bag of black powder
A heavy stone hammer with a rare sunwood handle and its grip wrapped with remoharz leather
Dace
A longsword with eagle design
2 hand crossbow and 40 bolts in two quivers (drow design)
Suit of chainmail in black
Delora
Shiny Scale mail
Unclaimed
Helm with garnet
4 rapiers (drow design)
2 hand crossbows (drow Design)
3 chain shirts (drow designs)
ziose (100gold gem according to Bregl)
silver hammer for gem working
black and white gemstone
Location :Melfaunt Village of the Shade, Neverwinter Woods
Time : Mid Morning
Weather: Its cold and showery.
The morning for the rest of the group passed slowly whilst waiting for the sorcerer to awake from his rest. Each person in the group spent their time doing their own routine.
The elven priest, Eneval, spent most of his spare time praying to his triumvirate of gods, hoping that he would get some guidance for the journey that lay ahead of him. His fate thrown in the with the group.
The young warrior Delora had been busy in the Inn's kitchen grabbing what was left of the dried food and provisions. Packing them away, refilling water bottles and wine skins with water, wine and mead.
Cathmhaol, took the time out, checked over his weapons and armour . The stoic warrior, very quiet and contemplative during the morning saying little.
Dace went over to the stable and sorted out the horses for the group. The Elven steeds left by Enevals group were far superior to almost anything that the caravan guard had seen before. He checked out the tack and the health of the steeds. They were well fed, strong and could take more than a horse of similar size and strength.
Rumbleskin, sat down outside the Inn carving a piece of wood he contemplated the being stuck out of time, some 300 years in future, everything had changed. Still he had his pipe in his mouth smoking the smell of tobacco and herbs floating throughout the village.
Anyone in the Inn could hear the incoherent talking from the young sorcerer. The name of his brother could be heard often, the worry in his voice apparent to all.
It was now an hour or so from midday, it was time to set off on the four or so days ride to the City of Splendours, Waterdeep. But Zeric, the sorcerer hadn't even got up yet .
OOC- Here is the map, best work out which way your going
This is what you are currently carrying. Remember the unallocated gear as well
Coins:
Copper 110
Silver 1197
Gold 702
Platinum 1
Carried
Zeric
A false hand, solid and unjointed, made of silver, with crescents of ivory as nails
A scroll tube,carved in ivory with gold-plated metal end caps, empty/
A black ebony wood wand inlaid with gold leaf design
A Quaterstaff made of ash topped with a skull
Cath
Medium shield made of metal
a small bag of black powder
A heavy stone hammer with a rare sunwood handle and its grip wrapped with remoharz leather
Dace
A longsword with eagle design
2 hand crossbow and 40 bolts in two quivers (drow design)
Suit of chainmail in black
Delora
Shiny Scale mail
Unclaimed
Helm with garnet
4 rapiers (drow design)
2 hand crossbows (drow Design)
3 chain shirts (drow designs)
ziose (100gold gem according to Bregl)
silver hammer for gem working
black and white gemstone
