Keenan has connected.
Boretos has connected.
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Brian:
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ok, trees are back, but the farms are
still gone
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Keenan:
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dont worry about it too muhc brian, i
doubt we'll go into farm area this time, unless we will, in which
case worry about it
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Brian:
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This mostly goes down in the city
anyhow.
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Keenan:
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how do you whisper by the way
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Boretos:
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slash w person'sname
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Boretos:
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*/w Keenan like this
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Keenan whispers: so with my
poison, should i just assume i have already applied what i ahve to my
weapons
You whisper to Keenan: I feel
like poison would dry out after a while...
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Brian:
|
Any word on Wesley?
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Keenan whispers: true, i guess
you have a point
Keenan whispers: i guess i
never got the antitoxin to help protect me if i roll a 1
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Keenan:
|
i asked him on fb if he had any idea
what the problem he was dealing with was and got no responce
|
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Brian:
|
Ok, because I was intending to start
with him, so I guess we wait until either he's ready or I think of
an alternate hook...
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Keenan:
|
wonder what type of guy he made
|
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Keenan:
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and what type of guy you made adam
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Keenan:
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i wish i could see your stats:(
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Boretos:
|
that wonder is what dnd is all about,
my friend
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Brian:
|
any particular abode you want to be
yours Keenan?
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Brian:
|
We got some time...
|
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Keenan:
|
are any of them 2 stories?
|
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Brian:
|
if you want one to be we can make it so
|
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Keenan:
|
not sure how good a nice house is here
|
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Brian:
|
The city isn't very cosmopolitan by
our standards, but the folks of the capital are pretty well off at
this point
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Keenan:
|
i like this one i guess
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Keenan whispers: the fact that
i may be the only one wihtout armor scares me a tad
You whisper to Keenan: Goblin
campaigns were never know for being cozy
Keenan whispers: yes, but i
didnt expect to lack a resource others had access to as important as
armour, though i understand to an extent why, and atleast my great dex
makes up for it a tad
Keenan whispers: that and since
i'm not one of the main combat guys its not as important
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Sir Hastings:
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THIS IS THE POLICE
|
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Sir Hastings:
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COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP
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Keenan:
|
wait we doing stuff now? or is this
just for fun?
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Horse5:
|
Are you talking back to a police
officer?
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Boretos:
|
it's always for fun
|
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Sir Hastings:
|
WE KNOW YOU HAVE THE DRUGS
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Keenan:
|
you know what i mean:) and im taking
that as a yes, since the horse just talked to me:)
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Sir Hastings:
|
WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED
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Sir Hastings:
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PROBABLY
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
DOnt you dare come in here, I know
what you've done and I'll run the streets telling everyone if you
do
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
If you know whats good for you, you'll
run right now you damn horse
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
you too other horse
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Squire:
|
Ohh, I thought you were talking about
what WE did.
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Squire:
|
No need to get the noble steeds
involved.
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Sir Hastings:
|
yeah, that was close.
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
Oh no, these creatures are far from
noble
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
They have done things truly
unmentionable
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
And one of them isnt really a horse,
just 2 really tall midgets
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
If you want these secrets too stop,
you better go now
|
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Sir Horse:
|
He's on to us...
|
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Brian:
|
...is a tall midget a midget?
|
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Soveliss Sindel:
|
well you know how midgets are fairly
stalky
|
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Boretos:
|
no, he's just a small giant.
|
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Keenan:
|
well yes, but i dont know that
|
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Keenan:
|
i just think hes a midget
|
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Keenan:
|
gotta stay in character
|
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Brian:
|
hmm, Wesley's still having issues.
What can I do with just you guys...
|
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Boretos:
|
this is what you get for making wes
your lead.
|
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Keenan:
|
wes is the lead? well thats good to
know, wonder if hes my boss
|
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Brian:
|
You got to be lead last time Adam!
|
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Brian:
|
Chris got it before that but pulled a
Chris
|
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Boretos:
|
and I was flawless.
|
|
Keenan:
|
I guess im the lead sorta whenever i
do hunter, so i got that for me
|
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Brian:
|
Yeah, Hunter is known universally as
the lead amoung people who read but were not in that game.
|
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Brian:
|
I think Iggy shared the role with you,
but everyone else liked Hunter.
|
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Keenan:
|
anyway, i go up the the roof and start
jummping across buildings, telling the world the secrets of the
horse
|
|
Brian:
|
Anyhow, I think I know where to start
off if you guys...
|
|
Boretos:
|
Iggy and hunter scenes just felt like
crossovers more than anything.
|
|
Keenan:
|
you know, that is a good way to
describe them
|
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Brian:
|
Ok, any residual comments or concerns
before we begin?
|
|
Brian:
|
Wesley won't make it tonight.
|
|
Boretos:
|
What's the problem?
|
|
Keenan:
|
damn, thats too bad, oh well,
hopefully hell get it fixed for next time
|
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Brian:
|
He can't computer.
|
|
Keenan:
|
also, I"LL GET YOU HORSE
|
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Brian:
|
You can always drive to his place and
hit him with a logic stick
|
|
Boretos:
|
hey, if we don't need him, we don't
need him.
|
|
Brian:
|
now let me just make sure I have the
textures for this...
|
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Brian:
|
ohh, first off, names for the capital
city?
|
|
Brian:
|
It really needs a name
|
|
Boretos:
|
Is it not Damriel?
|
|
Keenan:
|
yeah, thats what i thought damriel was
|
|
Keenan:
|
I guess Shavorne might be a cool name
|
|
Keenan:
|
it sounds kinda imperial
|
|
Brian:
|
Damriel is the name of the kingdom
|
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Brian:
|
I'm cool with Shavorne. Let's do
this...
|
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Brian:
|
25 years have passed since the events
in the magical lake, but you know nothing of that. Being young,
you know nothing of the rise of Glistar, or the old dynasty. You
know the kingdom of Damriel. The poor are fed, the wicked
punished, and the elves humans and halflings all know their place.
|
|
Keenan:
|
didnt know we had halflings
|
|
Boretos:
|
halfling scum...
|
|
Keenan:
|
well i guess now i know thier place
|
|
Brian:
|
Little of note is being discussed
around the inns of Shavorne in the weeks before the meeting we
start our game.
|
|
Brian:
|
Sir Hastings is at a normal day of
training at his keep, when two vistors approach and request an
audience.
|
|
Brian:
|
I assume you greet them?
|
|
Boretos:
|
an audience with Hastings?
|
Keenan whispers: am i with a
superior? how am i supposed to address and act with her? dont know the
policies for my job really
You whisper to Keenan: She is a
higher noble of the court. Pretty close to Glistar.
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Who goes there?
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
Lady Erismeth. And you are?
|
Keenan whispers: lettign ehr do
the tlaking then
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
I am Sir Hastings. Knight of the Order
of the Blood.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
Very well, you are who I am looking
for.
|
Keenan whispers: and should i
call myself a sir, or is that only a knight thing
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Tis I you seek, my Lady? I see you do
not come alone.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
My companion needs an escort to the
south, to meet up with a contact on royal buisness.
|
You whisper to Keenan: You are
to kill this guy.
Keenan whispers: k
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Intruiging. Do come in. You can tell
me more inside.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
After you.
|
|
Brian:
|
I will let you decide the layout of
the barracks
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Right this way.
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Could I interest either of you in some
stew? a drink perhaps?
|
|
Brian:
|
Out of curiosity, do you lead her in,
or hold the door and gesture?
|
|
Keenan:
|
i assume thats to hastings
|
Sir Hastings: (( I hold the door, naturally. ))
|
Brian:
|
Either. Getting a sense of who is in
this game.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
You eat stew here?
|
|
Keenan:
|
letting her lead here, I know my place
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
I admit I wasn't expecting company. I
was letting my squire slack off a bit today.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
I see. It's not as though I gave
warning, or was expecting you to serve as a host.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
Now is there anything else you wish to
ask about your mission?
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Ah yes, I'd nearly forgotten all about
it. Why, may I ask, have you come to me for this?
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
You were the knight avalible. To my
knowlege, you aren't often needed here in the capital...
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Tis true. Tis true. I try not to think
on whether it be a compliment or not.
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
All the same, I'd be happy to be of
service.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
Do you wish you battled more, sir
knight?
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
I'm not sure what you've read of
battle, but it isn't quite as the storybooks tell. It is a fair
bit messier.
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Would that there were no battles at
all.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
An odd sentiment for a warrior.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
But perhaps that's why you chose such
an unactive station...
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Don't get me wrong, my Lady. When evil
comes knocking, I'll be the first to answer.
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
And it will come knocking real hard
soon....
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
Really?
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
That's why the Order of Blood was
formed, my Lady. Corellon Larethian has warned us of an
approaching evil. We of the Blood will meet it head on when it
comes.
|
|
|
Noble Lady:
|
Well let us pray it waits until after
this task...
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
I'm sure it will. A simple escort
mission? What could go wrong?
|
|
Brian:
|
Do you do anything else before heading
off?
|
|
Keenan:
|
wow, this guy is asking for trouble
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Thank you good sir, your protection
will help me feel safe on our travels.
|
|
Boretos:
|
I'll let my squire know I'm going. I
don't expect to be gone long enough to warrant bringing him.
|
|
Boretos:
|
It's not like I'm going into battle or
anything.
|
Keenan whispers: so is it my
job to kill on the way? or is there any specific thing i need to do?
|
Brian:
|
The village of Kole is small, but
looks very plesant
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
This be the place?
|
You whisper to Keenan: An old
sage named Sven lives here. He needs to meet old age early
|
Brian:
|
it's almost nightfall
|
Keenan whispers: oh, so im
killing both?
Sir Hastings: (( MY HORSE ))
|
Brian:
|
OHH SHIT YOU FORGOT YOUR HORSE!
|
|
Keenan:
|
I WANT A HORSE TOOO!!!!
|
Sir Hastings: (( YOU WERE THE ONE MOVING THE
TOKENS ))
You whisper to Keenan: What?
You whisper to Keenan: I only
mentioned offing one guy
Keenan whispers: i thoought you
said i was killing hastings, nvm then
Sir Hastings: (( aw yiss ))
You whisper to Keenan: No no
you don't start with the goal of PKing
Keenan whispers: ok, just
thought that was my job, my bad, do i know where sven is here?
You whisper to Keenan: That's
your job
|
Brian:
|
Do you guys do anything?
|
Sir Hastings: (( I ask if this be the place... ))
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Thank you for bringing me here, i'm
glad that no problems arose on the way.
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Do you know where this contact is
staying?
|
Keenan whispers: wait, what
contact? did we mention one to him?
You whisper to Keenan: That's
what the noble lady said
You whisper to Keenan: Also,
ideally they do NOT want this traced back to the royal court
Keenan whispers: do i have a
contact here who i can say im meeting instead of sven?
You whisper to Keenan: Nope.
This might not have been the best alibi...
Keenan whispers: yeah
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Yes, I plan to meet with him tommorow
however, it's not overly pressing and i have heard he likes to
rest at this time
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
We should stay at the local inn for
the night, if that doesnt trouble you
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Not at all. Not at all. Lead the way.
Posthaste.
|
|
Keenan:
|
i bring us to wherever a inn is her
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
Aye?
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Good evening.
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Do you have any available rooms
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
We do! Will you be paying in salt or
copper?
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Copper
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
6 Copper a night a head.
|
|
Keenan:
|
is that a reasonable price?
|
|
Brian:
|
seems kinda low really...
|
Sir Hastings: (( wait til you see the rooms ))
|
Keenan:
|
and i assume hes tlaking about
seperate rooms for each right
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
very well, here you go
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Could you please show us to our rooms?
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
They're over there.
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Thank you
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
You're not dogs
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
What a nice man.
|
|
Brian:
|
The rooms are about what you paid for.
The beds are hay, and the walls are incomplete. This looks
suspiciously like a converted stable.
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Yes, so nice indeed, truly a saint in
these times( as sarcasticly as elvenly possible
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Wonderful
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Enjoy your rest. It was well deserved.
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Yours as well, I will see you
tommorow, and hopefully by the night after we will rest in better
beds
|
Keenan whispers: anyway, i
guess its nightime now?
|
Brian:
|
So do you spend the night here?
|
Keenan whispers: i plan to
sneak out at night
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
YAWWWN
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
zzzZZZZZZZZZZZzzzz
|
|
Brian:
|
Cool. Make listen checks.
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
zzzZZZZZZZZZZzzzz
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+7 => 16 + 7 = 23
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+2 => 14 + 2 = 16
You whisper to Keenan: yours
doesn't matter but roll anyway
You whisper to Keenan: what are
you doing?
You whisper to Keenan: alone at
night?
|
Brian:
|
Ok, Hastings doesn't wake up
|
Keenan whispers: i sneak out
through whatever method is mostly likely to let me leave unseen, head to
svens, sneak in, and kill him, atleast thats the plan
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzZZZZZZZZ
|
Keenan whispers: I guess I roll
move silently and hide checks as i walk to make sure im not noticed
You whisper to Keenan: I'm
going to grant you an auto pass on finding him. How do you cover your
tracks?
Keenan whispers: I'm leaving
tracks? i thought this would be a regular well traveled road and i
wouldnt ahve to worry about taht?
You whisper to Keenan: A guy
got stabbed. How do you cover that up?
Keenan whispers: oh, you mean i
did that for free, nice
Keenan whispers: I was planning
to sap some random drunk guy, give him the dagger, bring him over near
the back of the building in the shadows, cover him with some more
alcohol, and leave him there
You whisper to Keenan: I like it
|
Brian:
|
adam, make another listen check
|
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+2 => 4 + 2 = 6
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
ZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzZZZZZZZZ
|
|
Brian:
|
Awesome. So both of you roll off to
see who wakes up first.
|
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+4 => 17 + 4 = 21
|
Keenan:
|
k, what do i roll?
|
|
Brian:
|
Just roll the same thing adam did
without two of the bonus
|
* Keenan rolls: d20+2 => 14 + 2 = 16
|
Brian:
|
Ok, Sir knight awakens first
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
YAWN *stretch* *roll over*
|
Keenan whispers: by the way, i
used gloves and a hankerchief to rub the blood off on the drunk guys
hand and so that mine would nto get dirty
Sir Hastings: (( what wakes me? ))
|
Brian:
|
Time and sunlight through the walls
|
Keenan whispers: I then buried
the gloves and hankerchief while whereing new gloves
You whisper to Keenan: Where
did you leave the body?
Sir Hastings: (( can I see my partner through the
divider? ))
|
Brian:
|
yes, and he's still asleep
|
Sir Hastings: (( I go back to sleep. ))
Keenan whispers: Inside,
remember, I made it look like the drunk guy did it
Keenan whispers: hes still in
his abode
You whisper to Keenan: But you
left the drunk outside? did you force-feed him?
|
Brian:
|
Ok then, Soveiless wakes up
|
Keenan whispers: nah i just hit
him hard, also i left some blood drops on the way of the drunks supposed
bath and put a bit of jewelery or some valuable in his hand
Keenan whispers: acutally nvm
|
Brian:
|
do you do anything?
|
Keenan whispers: I would ahve
hit him just softly enough to knock him out and not leave much of a
mark, and then force feed him some
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Good morning good sir, After
Breakfast, i shall meet the contact here, and then we can be off
on our way back to the city
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Hm? Ah, yes. Good morning. Very well.
Let's see if we can't find a hot meal in this town.
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
When we arrived i had hoped that
whatever inn we came to would provide such, but I doubt I would
trust what they provide not to make me sick on our way back
|
|
Keenan:
|
I guess we look for where we cna get a
good meal
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Now, now. Beggars can't be choosers.
If it's good enough for the folk here, it's good enough for us.
|
|
Brian:
|
There doesn't seem to be a pub or
anthing around. Maybe you can pawn off of a family here?
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Do you see any other folks here?
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
though i suppose we have no choice
|
|
Keenan:
|
oih yeah, places providing food to
those with money were fairly common back then i think, to
basically just give a helping of what they were amking, or am i
thinking of something else
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Good morning, my good man.
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
Ahh, right on time.
|
Sir Hastings: (( maybe in the real world. but
this is damriel ))
|
Brian:
|
My impression is that in a community
this small dedicaded buisnesses aren't common.
|
Sir Hastings: (( I'm just saying you can do what
you like as DM ))
|
Brian:
|
I'm always a fan of realism
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Would you happen to know of some good
family that may be able to provide us a helping of breakfast for
some coin
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
I must say, after such a rejuvinating
rest, I find myself with a terrible hunger.
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
I might suggest Sven. He's always
lonely anyway, and he makes a good stew.
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
Also, I have something for you.
|
|
Brian:
|
*he withdraws a rapier*
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
!
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
A man came buy and said he wanted to
hand this in to the knight who came into town.
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Oh my
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
oh, well, thats good
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
Said it might help against some coming
evil.
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Oh dear... did the man leave his name?
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
He did not.
|
|
Keenan:
|
this is not what i expected
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Hm. Well, I appreciate your holding
onto it. Here. *leave 1 silver*
|
|
Brian:
|
Good. Otherwise I will be doing a bad
job as a DM
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
Well, thanks sir knight!
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Good health to you.
|
|
|
Innkeeper:
|
And you
|
|
|
Sir Hastings:
|
Come along, let's find this Sven.
|
|
Brian:
|
you head the 20ft into town?
|
Sir Hastings: (( I assume we traded names
somewhere along the week long journey? ))
Sir Hastings: (( gather info check? ))
* Boretos rolls: 1d20+1 => 19 + 1 = 20
Sir Hastings: (( to find sven ))
|
Keenan:
|
oh, i assumed he would point out the
way to go
|
|
|
Human Peasant:
|
His house is down here...
|
|
|
Soveliss Sindel:
|
Thank you
|
|
Brian:
|
It's an older-looking hut, by a tree.
|
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Sir Hastings:
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*knock knock*
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Soveliss Sindel:
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huh, this is taking a while, ill knock
again
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Sir Hastings:
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Perhaps he's gone out?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Well thats a shame, must hae gone out
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You whisper to Keenan: drunk
guy left inside or out?
Soveliss Sindel whispers:
outside
Keenan whispers: in back
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Sir Hastings:
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Perhaps the innkeep will have an
alternate suggestion.
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Human Peasant:
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For what?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Hopefully, could really do with a good
meal
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Sir Hastings:
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Where to find some breakfast. He
recoommended Sven, but he doesn't seem to be home.
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Sir Hastings:
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Unless he's a heavy sleeper.
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Human Peasant:
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Well don't ask my wife!
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Sir Hastings:
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Do you know Sven?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Ha, well not after that ringing
endorcement(jokingly)
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Human Peasant:
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Of course I do. He's an old cleric of
Palor. Didn't get much work after the new king and his new church,
so he went somewhere quieter.
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Human Peasant:
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Gave my sister a new knee he did.
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Sir Hastings: (( Do I care about Pelor worship? ))
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Brian:
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Not too much. That religion isn't
banned or anything.
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Brian:
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It's just not the best one
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Keenan:
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just like the human race
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Sir Hastings:
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Curious. Well, I appreciate your
assistance. Unless you know where else we can find a morsel to
eat, we'll be off.
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Human Peasant:
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If you wait around until the hunters
come back, you might get some fresh venison in exchange for one of
those trinkets.
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Human Peasant:
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Doubt you get that in the big city.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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When will the hnters arrive?
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Human Peasant:
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They tend to come back by noon.
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Sir Hastings:
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Just in time for lunch...
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Well i guess a few trail rations will
do till then
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Sir Hastings:
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Do you think it wise to tarry so long
in wait of a meal?
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Keenan:
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i assumed it was just like 3 hours away
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Keenan:
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like it was 9 now
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Brian:
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It's not too long after sunrise
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Soveliss Sindel:
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no worries, i can do my buisness in
the time while we wait.
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Sir Hastings: (( yeah, but it takes time to
prepare the meat, get the fire going, cook the meat, all that jazz. 3-4
hours at least. ))
Sir Hastings: (( if not all day to cook. ))
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Keenan:
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oh yeah, good points
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Actually, i guess it is still quite
early, I suppose waiting that long may not be worth it, ah well,
If i ever come by at another time, I suppose i will try the
venison then.
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Thank you for the help
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Sir Hastings:
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Worry not Soveliss, I'm sure my squire
will have a fine meal prepared for our return.
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Keenan:
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has the peasent moved back to whatever
he was doing yet?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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motion hastings a tad away from the
house, Anyway, I am off to meet with the contact now, I will be
back shortly( i say a tad quietly
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Sir Hastings:
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Do you not wish me to join you?
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Soveliss Sindel:
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ah it shall be done shortly, I do not
wish to bother you, it involves passing a message along for the
lady, and i do not know if she wishes for others to hear it.
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Sir Hastings:
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Very well. I shall tend to the horses
in the meantime.
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Keenan:
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anyway, as he heads off i just go out
of sight, go into the trees in a normal way, not to attract sight,
then shortly after worad come back and head to the inn to meet
with hastings
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Keenan:
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i should be able to pass the message
in that time
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Keenan:
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or are thier any problems?
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Brian:
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How long do you hang out there?
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Keenan:
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as long as it takes to get the message
of course
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You whisper to Keenan: but
really
Keenan whispers: however long
it takes to make it look like i gave and got a message, I suppose like
20 min
* Brian rolls: 1d8 => 8
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Brian:
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ok, you return safely
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Keenan whispers: messed up with
that first comment when i said i was ding stuff behind trees so i used
that to cover for ti
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Sir Hastings:
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All went well, I presume?
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Keenan whispers: meant to have
whispered that
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Soveliss Sindel:
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Yes, all is well, I suppose lets head
off then, shame we never got that meal, but i suppose far worse
could ahve happened.
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Sir Hastings: (( we head off. ))
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Brian:
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Alright. That's session.
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Boretos:
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I call that a victory.
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Brian:
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you escorted a guy in one piece, did
you not?
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Keenan:
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Wonder what exciting adventures will
happen in the next episode of messenger man
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Boretos:
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yep. not a scratch on him.
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Boretos:
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I wonder if I'm going to get paid for
this...
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Keenan:
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wonder how wes would have factored in,
wonder what his character is, and what chris is doing
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Brian:
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You get paid in free room and board, a
horse maintained by servants if you desire, not having to do real
work most of your life, and being better than everybody else in
the eyes of society
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Boretos:
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eh. works for me.
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Boretos:
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Did I just replace wes for this
session? I feel like this could have been done by either of us.
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Boretos:
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but it would've turned out differently
for sure.
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Keenan:
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thought you were the squire at first
in this session adam:)
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Brian:
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Ohh no, Wesley's opening session is
totally different...
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Boretos:
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That's because it's the first time I
started out with my token having a name.
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Brian:
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Anyone want to be proactive and edit
this transcript sometime this weekend so it doesn't become a giant
mess afterwards?
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Boretos:
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What could we possibly want to cut?
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Keenan:
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ha, sorry, but no, i have other work i
have to do
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