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Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 22, 2009 11:39:34 GMT
"I guess it depends on what your looking for, most of us have something invested in the fight against Ssssakathka. Now what do we have, four or five fighting types, a couple of priests, a locksmith and a sorcerer. You want a couple more fighters and a mage? Another priest? " replied Garri
"To be honest we need to be equiped to go down. We could be spending a long time down there, people disappear for weeks at a time. So we will have to make sure we're carrying enough food for at least a week.
A mage we could get, maybe. A fighter possibly, it all depends on what you want them for and why they want to go into the Halls"
OOC- I already have enough NPC's to run. So please make up your mind what exactly your looking for. Maybe a fighter/mage or arcan archer type may be on the cards, but currently I have
Mylene, Garri, Xand plus Kev will be flitting in and out with Eneval.
Of course if you can get another player, then Id be happier with that
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Post by Cathmhaol on Apr 22, 2009 19:30:49 GMT
OOC: Another player? They're rarer than hen's teeth!  Cathmhaol looked around the bar at the assorted wizards and would-be adventurers. "Ye've been here a while," he said to Garri, "Any o' this lot fit the bill?"
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Post by Zeric on Apr 22, 2009 19:32:06 GMT
"Aye, we fallen foul o' that afore," muttered Cathmhaol. "I'd as soon as get people under charter, but it's tellin' who ye can trust an' who's goin' t' stick a knife in yer back, that's the trouble."He mused for a moment, then said, "Zeric, do ye know o' ways t' tell if'n someone's goin' t' betray ye?" " Well Cath," said Zeric, seriously. " In my experience, the sensation of one who is a betrayer, is often a sudden, sharp pain between the shoulderblades." He shook his head, a small smile playing across his lips for an instant, " Beyond that, there are some spells, but they are currently beyond my ken. Perhaps the priestess, Xand, may be able to shed some light upon such matters?" |
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Post by Zeric on Apr 22, 2009 19:37:02 GMT
Of course if you can get another player, then Id be happier with that [/i] [/quote] OOC: Two suggestions: Firstly, put out the call again on Harv's board.
Secondly, I have someone in mind (a mate of mine) and could put the feelers out. He's an experienced RPGer and might be interested. I can ask, if you like? |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 22, 2009 21:32:12 GMT
OOC: Another player? They're rarer than hen's teeth! Cathmhaol looked around the bar at the assorted wizards and would-be adventurers. "Ye've been here a while," he said to Garri, "Any o' this lot fit the bill?" " Replied Garri "Aye, we fallen foul o' that afore," muttered Cathmhaol. "I'd as soon as get people under charter, but it's tellin' who ye can trust an' who's goin' t' stick a knife in yer back, that's the trouble."He mused for a moment, then said, "Zeric, do ye know o' ways t' tell if'n someone's goin' t' betray ye?" " Well Cath," said Zeric, seriously. " In my experience, the sensation of one who is a betrayer, is often a sudden, sharp pain between the shoulderblades." He shook his head, a small smile playing across his lips for an instant, " Beyond that, there are some spells, but they are currently beyond my ken. Perhaps the priestess, Xand, may be able to shed some light upon such matters?" Replied the priest in a thick northern accent, smiling broadly
OOC - Ive done the touting on Harvs board there were no takers. so anyone else is welcome.... |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 24, 2009 17:57:33 GMT
OOC- Just some gentle nudging. Edd/Kev you want to add your 1p's worth
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Apr 27, 2009 21:29:21 GMT
As the young thief narrated his story of the Lizard King and his dragon, Rumbleskin sat very quietly, holding his head in his hands.
In a rare moment of weakness, Rumbleskin mutters "Be there a mage about that can put me back to slumber for another three hunnerd year? I goes to sleep fightin' his royal scaly-ness, I wakes up to th' same battle, jus' with fewer players on our side..."
Quickly realising that he is with company, Rumbleskin sucks in his chest, blows out his cheeks and says "Well, if we're tae go doon in yon underdark, fetch the Sword o' th' Sun, nobble all manner o' sun-hatin', slimy dungeon-dwellers an' then come back oot and take on yon wagon o a dragon an' hiss hissiness, we'll be needin' someone as can mop us off o th' floor and get us workin' again - repeatedly. We'll also be needin' an army o' giants, some archers, o an' a dragon o our own wouldn't go amiss...
"Failin' that, well, a priest and an archer may not go amiss... Seems to me like we could do with some ranged offensive to suppliment our esteemed mage here" Rumbleskin nods towards Zeric "And some that don't involve merely harsh language an' foul smells too..."
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Post by Cathmhaol on Apr 27, 2009 21:52:06 GMT
"Aye, so it's settled then - an archer an' a mage," said Cathmhaol. "Round 'em up young Garri, let's have a look at 'em."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 28, 2009 19:55:25 GMT
You'll like the mage, Milo Hilltopple, been around here for a long time. Hes rather good fun, might not be the sort your looking for. The archer, well Im not sure about him, hes the dark and mysterious type. He seems OK though, hes here very night so Ill call him over when I see him." replied Garri witj a chuckle
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Post by Zeric on Apr 29, 2009 21:42:18 GMT
Zeric looked quizzically at Garri, "Hilltopple? What is he? A halfling or a gnome? And can you vouch for their reliability, Garri? After the Nimen debacle and our dear, smelly departed comrade's fate, I am wary to say the least..."
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Post by Dace on Apr 30, 2009 7:36:20 GMT
Dace, who had been quietly listening and absorbing the goings on, leant forward.
"Talking of wary," he said, his voice soft and neutral, "Garri, you were the only survivor, or at least the only one who got away, from these nefarious individuals, correct? It's odd that they missed you, I mean considering how effective you described them." His tone wasn't accusatory or spiteful; he might as well have been describing the way wood warps in the sun. Nonetheless, it was obvious he was apprehensive.
"I make no accusations, because clearly if my friends here vouch for you that is good enough for me. But I would like to know more about how you managed to evade capture. If you would?"
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Post by milo on Apr 30, 2009 9:05:03 GMT
The door opens and a halfling in warm brown robes wanders in. He heads over to the bar, orders a beer and then looks round the room.
He stares at the group for a moment before collecting his drink and walking back to the front of the room. He nods at the elven wizard in passing before seating himself with the female wizard. They have a brief conversation, then the halfling pulls out a book and settles down.
He sits there looking relaxed, reading and sipping his beer but every so often he looks up and watches the group.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 30, 2009 10:51:43 GMT
Zeric looked quizzically at Garri, " Hilltopple? What is he? A halfling or a gnome? And can you vouch for their reliability, Garri? After the Nimen debacle and our dear, smelly departed comrade's fate, I am wary to say the least..." he said smirking Dace, who had been quietly listening and absorbing the goings on, leant forward. "Talking of wary," he said, his voice soft and neutral, "Garri, you were the only survivor, or at least the only one who got away, from these nefarious individuals, correct? It's odd that they missed you, I mean considering how effective you described them." His tone wasn't accusatory or spiteful; he might as well have been describing the way wood warps in the sun. Nonetheless, it was obvious he was apprehensive. "I make no accusations, because clearly if my friends here vouch for you that is good enough for me. But I would like to know more about how you managed to evade capture. If you would?"Garri smiled at Dace "I can see how you could say that. But Im quick and Im not one for standing toe to toe in a fight I cant win. So I ran like a coward, Im not proud of it, but I ran and hid." he said "Ill understand if none of you believe me. But its the truth." he shrugged The door opens and a halfling in warm brown robes wanders in. He heads over to the bar, orders a beer and then looks round the room. He stares at the group for a moment before collecting his drink and walking back to the front of the room. He nods at the elven wizard in passing before seating himself with the female wizard. They have a brief conversation, then the halfling pulls out a book and settles down. He sits there looking relaxed, reading and sipping his beer but every so often he looks up and watches the group. he shouted across the tap room his voice echoing in the large open well |
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Post by milo on Apr 30, 2009 11:49:04 GMT
The halfling drops down from his chair leaving his beer behind and scurries over to the group.
As he reaches the group his voice pipes up "Are you Garri's friends? Is it true you work for barons and lords and nobles? Have you been in many fights? How many wonders have you seen? Are you really a sworn adventuring company? Are you going into the portal?" he asks excitedly, his eyes shining with obvious enthusiasm.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Apr 30, 2009 16:00:08 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
The appearance of the over-eager halfling was just what the rusty dwarf needed to bring him out of his rhuminations...
Hearkening back to the days spent in the Dwarven longhalls of his youth, to times when there was a lull in the mining or a respite from defending the territory when tales would be told of tall deeds achieved against impossible odds - often helped along by the copious amount of dwarven spirits used to lubricate teh tongue of the narrator and the ears of the audience, Rumbleskin perked up and said:
"Ahh, an ever-curious Halfling! Well met Milo. Now the tales I could tell you would all be of a time around three hundred years ago and most would be set in a place that is currently occupied by Drow and other beasties from the Underdark..."
Rumbleskin opens his mouth to start recanting an old tale detailing some heroic derring-do involving his second cousin's wife's brother and a pack of rabid kobbolds. The Dwarf draws breath to begin, exhales sharply blowing out his cheeks, and closes his mouth again.
Looking around the table, Rumbleskin shrugs and says "But perhaps that would best be left until we've established just what sort of mischief we're about to get into now..."
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