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Post by Dungeon Master on May 29, 2009 8:05:21 GMT
Garri wandered off for a few minutes and came back in his arms a handful of potion bottles, a dark skinned long haired man was with him dressed in studded leather helping him carry the potions.
"This is Garat, I promised him he could tag along before. Good man with a sword. Hes a tracker like Steffan. Newly off the boat from Calimshan, so its a bit cold for him here. " he jerked his thumb with a smile.
"Organisation was never my strong point, Cath sorry. Im forgetful thats why your leader, I guess" he said with a smile
OOC- Calimshan is a large country to the south similar to arabia (merchants,mages and the such like normally come from there) - a little background so everyone knows
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Post by Zeric on May 29, 2009 10:29:11 GMT
A scrawny young man, dressed in a patchwork cloak and worn, but comfortable clothing with what looked like a winged white cat perched upon his left shoulder, nuzzling against his ear, turned to the newcomer, "Well met, Stranger. I am Zeric of Cromm's Daggers Adventuring Company. You speak tradetongue, I presume?"
OOC: Welcome Tom#2 I'm Tom #1
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Post by Cathmhaol on May 30, 2009 8:38:00 GMT
Cathmhaol scowled at Garri. "Cathmhaol," he said by way of introduction to the newcomer, "I thought I was in charge around here."
He looked Garat up and down. "So lad, are ye good wi' a sword?"
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Post by Garat on May 30, 2009 10:37:04 GMT
smiling Garat replies in heavily accented trade tongue "Good day"
"I have strong understanding of trade tongue though I am still learning some of it finer points" tapping the hilt of his sword he continues "My sword has served the crew well many a time. I hope that I shall have the, errr .. what is the word?? he pauses looking thoughtful then "ahh .. opportunity to prove its worth too you"
occ thanks tom #1, oh and I will write speech in an accent as soon as I can work out how to do it right
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 30, 2009 11:57:32 GMT
Cathmhaol scowled at Garri. "Cathmhaol," he said by way of introduction to the newcomer, "I thought I was in charge around here."He looked Garat up and down. "So lad, are ye good wi' a sword?" Shrugged Garri |
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Post by Zeric on May 31, 2009 0:28:45 GMT
The handsome young man in the patchwork cloak carrying the flying cat said no more for the time being, content to see how the newcomer dealt with Cathmhaol's unique brand of winning personality. It was something he had enjoyed watching new recruits to Patrol 13, back in Daggerford being subjected to. Always good for some amusement and often proved the measure of a man (or woman for that matter...) the thought brought back the memory of Zeric's first meeting with the abrasive warrior who was now his best friend (strange as that was to comprehend, given their differences). It had been in the Watch sergeant's 'office' in Daggerford... "An' what ha'e we here, eh?" the veteran had asked in a tone that suggested to Zeric a rhetorical question. "Two o' the sorriest, half-froze an' starved excuses for... well, a half-orc an' a human, though unner a' that muck 'tis difficult t'tell fer sure."
"We's bruvvers, Mister sergeant, sir. I'm Frogbur and dis is my little bruvver Zeric, Throgbur had answered, oblivious as usual as to the subtleties of conversation.
This had elicited a torrent of laughter from Cathmhaol, and a sarcastic, "Aye, I can def'nitely see th' resemblance, that's fer sure, now ye come t' mention it, lad..."
Zeric had spoken for the first time at that, his tone earnest and serious, "Actually, we are twins."
The warrior had considered that for a moment, waiting for the punchline. Since none had come, he announced, "Alright then, lads - Patrol 13 seems t' be th' one fer you two - ye'll fit right in, an' nae mistake..."Zeric pulled himself out of the mist of the memory; it was the past and that mattered not any more. For now, his twin half-brother was his sworn enemy and he looked forward to the moment he witnessed the treacherous rat's demise. Preferably at Zeric's hands... He leaned against one of the room's pillars and waited to see what came next. OOC: Just a little flavour and backstory for our neophyte!  |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jun 1, 2009 8:58:29 GMT
Date : Ches the 20th, Year of the the Rogue Dragons (1373 D.R.)
Location: The Yawning Portal
Time : Early Morning
Weather: Raining
As the rest of the group finished their introductions to newcomer Garat. The staff of the Inn started to set up the huge winch that dominated the tap room, checking ropes, etc that link up the large man operated machine.
Garri stood up and said
"Are you ready? Its our turn"
As the tap room roared in appreciation
OOC- Im looking to drop the Bucket into Undermountain, when everyone is ready.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jun 1, 2009 9:26:32 GMT
Cathmhaol stood and faced the group. "Watch out f' each other an' don't take any stupid chances," he said quietly, "I want t' bring as many o' ye's back alive as I can."
He turned to man operating the bucket. "We're ready - let's go."
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Post by milo on Jun 1, 2009 9:36:15 GMT
Milo clambers onboard with the rest of the party and spends the whole descent staring over the side of the bucket with a big grin on his face.
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Post by Dace on Jun 1, 2009 10:43:22 GMT
Dace nodded at Garat. "Welcome, Garat. I'm Dace and this is Maylene." he said, gesturing to the woman beside him. "Hope you're used to spending time underground." he said.
As the bucket decended, Dace wasn't enjoying the experience; it wasn't so much that he was claustraphobic, it was more that he had no real control over what was happening...
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jun 1, 2009 11:06:30 GMT
Rumbleskin nodded to the newcomer as the party boarded the bucket. The rusty old dwarf spent the descent checking that his armour was suitably rusty and 'edged' and that his axe and hammer were still sturdy and 'up to the job'. Ocasionally, Rumbleskin could be heard muttering something about 'pesky gnomes and their hair-brained inventions'.
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Post by Zeric on Jun 1, 2009 13:25:43 GMT
Zeric stood, "I am ready, Garri..."
He made his way to the contraption, pausing only to ask, "My good man, what is the arrangement for being brought back up? Is there a rope, or similar device to signal you?"
He listened to the answer, storing the information for future reference.
The young sorceror spent the descent staring into the blackness, his handsome features bearing a neutral expression which did nothing to inform his companions of his mood, or troubles, or indeed, if he were relishing the prospect of Undermountain.
As the contraption lurched, he reached up to his familiar, stroking her behind the ears as the animal gave a disconcerted mewl.
"Easy Tress... I am here..." were his only words during the descent into the blackness.
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jun 1, 2009 14:49:48 GMT
"My good man..." mimicked Cathmhaol as the bucket descended. "Are ye gettin' ready f' the high life yer treasure will bring?" he grinned at Zeric in the flickering torchlight.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jun 1, 2009 14:53:34 GMT
OOC - At the bottom of the well is a bell, you ring it four times in doublets.
ie ding ding wait ding ding. then wait then repeat
Eneval and Garat can retrospectively post in the Inn. No one else can.
The thread is continued in At the Bottom of the Well
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Post by Zeric on Jun 1, 2009 19:45:25 GMT
"My good man..." mimicked Cathmhaol as the bucket descended. "Are ye gettin' ready f' the high life yer treasure will bring?" he grinned at Zeric in the flickering torchlight. Zeric said nothing in reply. His Tressym, however, spat a hiss at Cathmhaol and swiped at him with her claws; more as a warning than as an attack. |
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