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Post by Zeric on May 5, 2009 21:36:17 GMT
Zeric leaned towards Dace and Rumbleskin and whispered, "At least we'll save on boot leather if we take him with us... Five minutes at the foot of yon well and his racket will bring half the monsters of Faerun running to us... What do you think of our prospective allies, lads?"
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on May 6, 2009 7:43:19 GMT
Rumbleskin was quaffing his beer as Zeric commented about the shoe leather... The Dwarf, in an attempt to stifle a chuckle, succeeded in blowing a small spout of beer out of his nose instead.
Quickly regaining his composure, he whispered back to Zeric and Dace: "Well, we got a fruit-loop of a Halfpint an' a dour ol' scout. Methinks together they'd make a wunnerful couple. Problem is, ye'll ne'er know until th' game's afoot. I've seen me some flighty folk become staunchest o' support in th' face o' doom. I've also seen me some tight-lipped, certain-o'-themselves folk turn an' run to mummy too. Ye've been good enough to allow an ancient, rusty Dwarf to tag along wi' ye, so who'm I to say nae t' these folk? So far, nothing I've seen or heard so far has me worryin' - 'xcept o'course the travellin' intae mad Mage's realm where he know the territory an' has th' might..."
Rumbleskin left that thought hanging for a space before continuing: "Besides, what be these Golden Lions that they be talkin' 'bout?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 6, 2009 8:00:07 GMT
Garri laughed,
"You probably are out of time, Dwarf. Golden Lions, is the name given to the Waterdeep gold coin, it has the head of a lion stamped on it."
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Post by Dace on May 6, 2009 8:59:08 GMT
Dace grinned in spite of himself at Maylene's comment, taking a swig of water from a jug on the table.
At Zeric's prompt, Dace paused, listening to the Dwarf's take on the matter.
"I don't quite know how to take them," he sighed, "and with a larger group comes more ways to split loot." He sat back and shrugged. "I prefer less people, but... Well if they're needed, they're needed."
Listening in and watching the motions of the rest of the company, Dace took another swig of the disgusting water, before switching to ale.
"As long she gets hers, I don't care." he said, before realising he had said it aloud.
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 6, 2009 9:53:05 GMT
"ooooooh we off down the shrine of Sune, to be betrothed stud?" she said with a chuckle covering her mouth, with her hand over her mouth
Garri chuckled
"They always like this?" he asked
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Post by Dace on May 6, 2009 10:02:07 GMT
"ooooooh we off down the shrine of Sune, to be betrothed stud?" she said with a chuckle covering her mouth, with her hand over her mouth stammered Dace, his face flushing within the cowl, "I, uh, meant Nimen." He cleared his throat, taking another drink from the flagon, hoping someone changed the subject soon. |
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Post by Zeric on May 6, 2009 13:16:43 GMT
Zeric, in the act of taking a small sip of his brandy, was caught by surprise by Myleene's comment and, barely regaining his composure, was caught completely flat-footed by Dace's stumbling reply.
He launched into a coughing fit as the tiniest amount of the spirit went down the wrong way.
After a few moments, he had regained enough breath to reply to Ironeater's answer, "Well... *cough* I suppose we'll have...*cough* to wait and see, as you *cough* say; don't judge a grimoire by its cover *cough-cough*"
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Post by Cathmhaol on May 6, 2009 20:34:33 GMT
"I reckon we've nowt t' worry about," said Cathmhaol drily, "Ye lot will distract owt we meet w' yer clownin' an' I'll finish 'em off an' nick all the gold."
He took a drink and continued, "As ye say Rumblie, ye've no way t' tell how anyone's goin' t' stand up t' what's down there. I don't see anyone else here who's goin t' d' any better so I reckon we sign 'em up - if nowt else, I reckon I can outrun the halflin' so if we're gettin' chased, he'll be a good distraction f' owt that's followin' us."
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Post by Zeric on May 6, 2009 22:13:29 GMT
Recovered from his coughing fit, Zeric listened to Cathmhaol's thoughts on the matter. He was about to say something in reply when suddenly, his finger raised to make a point, he froze, gasping in a deep breath.
His eyes took on a glazed look, as though staring through the mists of something unknown. His voice took on a gruff aspect that reminded the others of his traitorous half-twin brother, but that was still, strangely Zeric's, "Sharp axe, aye! Nothin' like it fer brainin' an enemy, hurr hurr!... steps... down, down, down... five and lots or more pillars... stone... heavy.... dead skeleton of big monster.....
He paused, not registering anything in the common room of the inn, attention firmly focused on elsewhere, "Three sets... wide stairs... exits... 'Certain death this way!' "
He turned his head to another direction, pointing and moving his lips as though reading very slowly, "Even worse this way!... ceiling taller.... Hrrm, empty room...."
He cast his eyes about as though studying something only he could see, then turned as though being called... dark skin...white hair... Nimen... orders, orders... always with orders and snapping command."
"Companions... man in armour... well dented... a symbol... three lightning bolts" Zeric turned towards another. "Sneaky-looking one.... moustache... rapier... southerner? Nice fine clothes... nobleman?"
The young sorceror's voice was changing, becoming less gruff and sounding more like himself. Beads of sweat stood out on his brow as he turned again, "Swarthy man... red robes... Thayan?... finely-carved staff...."
He looked to the side at another, invisible figure, "An evil looking one, this one! A Dwarf - red hair... covered in it... like a bear! armour's taken some knocks... helmet too... large dwarven axe!"
"Tall woman... slender... scantily-clad... boots of some animal's pelt... not cold, though... a dagger! Kisses me; no! Him! her name?... Ilyanna... " Zeric breathed in a barely-audible whisper, his breath coming in gasps.
Suddenly, his attention snapped back to the invisible dwarf, "He heads for exit - north? I think so... column animates... female form- attacking him! ...swings his axe - mighty blow... axe shattered! ...column unharmed, takes swing at the dwarf... Destroys the dwarf.... Splat - wet stain on floor! Nimen... look alike? Casting a spell... as are Thayan? and the... priest? Failure, failure and failure... Flee! Flee! East? They-"
Zeric took a great gasp of air and his knees gave way, but he managed to catch himself on the table's edge. He was very conscious of his companions' staring... He said nothing as he sat, reaching for his cup of brandy with a shaky hand and draining it in one large gulp.
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on May 7, 2009 7:26:43 GMT
The hair on rumbleskin's neck stood up over the rapidly appearing goose-bumps as Zeric said his piece.
Looking decidedly white under his rusty, dented helmet, Rumbleskin said "Well, that tears it. There's something that needs to be settled doon there an' if it's t'be affectin' youn mage, then we'd best be off with all haste an' visit violence of an unrestricted nature on whate'er be foulin' th' air in yon hole."
Rumbleskin tried not to stare at the sorceror, content that Zeric would divulge anything he felt like sharing in his own time.
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Post by Dace on May 7, 2009 7:40:11 GMT
Sitting back in his seat, Dace clenched his fists. It wasn't the fact that Zeric had just had, what happeared to be, an out of body experience so much as that a Red Wizard of Thay may be involved.
Subconsciously he realised he had been patting himself down to reassure himself he was still all tooled up. Stopping halfway through, he shook his head.
Looking from Zeric to Cathmhaol, he said, simply "When do we go?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 7, 2009 13:58:57 GMT
Garri smiled
"Ready whenever you are, you all ready and kitted out? Got everything you need?"
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milo
Militia Man
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Post by milo on May 7, 2009 14:16:46 GMT
OOC: #cough# Milo has said it'll take an hour for him to grab his stuff from his lodgings. #cough#
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 7, 2009 17:46:16 GMT
OOC: #cough# Milo has said it'll take an hour for him to grab his stuff from his lodgings. #cough#
yer ever slightly evil DM |
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Post by Cathmhaol on May 7, 2009 22:13:43 GMT
Cathmhaol eyed Zeric speculatively. "It's mid-afternoon so I reckon we grab what we need an' ha' a night's sleep afore we go," he said, his eyes not leaving the young wizard. "Agreed?"OOC: I think Cath's got most of the stuff he needs but he'll pick up some torches, a flint & steel, a couple of blankets, a week's iron rations & 40' of silk rope. It's like your first adventure all over again...  |
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