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Brian:
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I am a generous god.
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Brian:
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Anything else, or is it time for me to
monolouge?
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Brian:
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Issald Glistar has been king since
before you were born, and with the ages elves live to, he will be
king long after you are gone. There are lands beyond the kingdom
of Damriel, but they have never been trouble to the kingdom since
the last goblin invasion nearly 60 years ago. So who would dare
stand against the peace the elves have forged? Some fool
commoners, apparently. Reports have abounded about rebel groups
amoung the human regions, particularly the south. You had always
assumed the town of Tinsboro was close enough to the capital to
avoid the stupidity of the southerners, but apparently it is not
so. Your mission today is to head west with a team of guards, and
investigate sightings in the area.
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Captain Erwin:
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...And so your mission today is to
head west, and investigate the sightings.
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Captain Erwin:
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Potter, you'll be leading.
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Captain Erwin:
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Any questions?
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Cerim Potter:
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The terms of engagement, sir?
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Captain Erwin:
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Your duty is first to enforce the
king's law, and the king has put out orders that there are to be
no dissenting groups congregating in the woods, which is what was
claimed.
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Captain Erwin:
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If it's on the fence though, I'm going
to leave it to you.
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Captain Erwin:
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Ten men with swords aren't there to
cut wood.
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Cerim Potter:
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Aye, sir. We'll bring extra shackles
just in case.
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Captain Erwin:
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Take as many as you need, and the rope
too. If the duke hears we let some go due to lack of supplies,
they won't bother with shackles for us.
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Brian:
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there are only 6 sets of manacles
avalible to the guard here. Not the biggest town, and it's on a
tin mine, not an iron mine
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Cerim Potter: (( I turn to face my privates ))
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Cerim Potter:
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Right, you lot. Two pair for each of
you. The rope goes with me.
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Brian:
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They nod and grab supplies. Do you do
anything else before heading off?
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Cerim Potter: (( I assume we have rations and
whatnot in those supplies? ))
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Brian:
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yes, for two days for the team
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Brian:
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but you are only heading a few hours
out
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Cerim Potter: (( Excellent. I want my squad to be
the best prepared squad in town. ))
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Brian:
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You've only got one rival.
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Cerim Potter: (( that's one more than expected. ))
Cerim Potter: (( That's all we need. We head off.
))
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Brian:
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alright, one sec. Grabbed a character
named Marcus somehow. Gotta put him back...
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Cerim Potter: (( he's one of my men... ))
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Brian:
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so you are meandering out into the
forest
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Brian:
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make wisdom+discipline checks
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Cerim Potter: (( in formation ))
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Brian:
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and roll three for your men, with no
bonuses
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 8 + 2 = 10
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 5
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 7
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 18
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Horus:
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Sir, take a look at that!
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Cerim Potter:
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What do you spy, Horus?
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Brian:
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he points to a tree limb a bit away,
with some, but not all, the branches removed.
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Brian:
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There hasn't been a storm around here
in a while...
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Cerim Potter: (( I inspect the break to see if
it's clean like it's been cut or jagged and torn ))
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 12
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Brian:
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a little of both. Looks like someone
started to axe it, then got pissed off and just ripped it off.
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Cerim Potter: (( about how high up is this limb?
))
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Cerim Potter:
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Shoulder height...
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Cerim Potter: (( I look for tracks. ))
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 16
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Brian:
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for all of these, obvs, add skills if
you got em
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Cerim Potter: (( +2 for spot ))
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Brian:
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and you find no tracks
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Cerim Potter:
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Hm. No other sign of activity. How
strange.
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* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 17 + 1 = 18
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 8 + 1 = 9
* Brian rolls: 1d20+1 => 11 + 1 = 12
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Cerim Potter:
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Well, best carry on.
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Horus:
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Sir, there's this...
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Cerim Potter:
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What do you spy, Horus?
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Brian:
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you notice he's found a solid black
short sword, embedded in a nearby tree.
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Cerim Potter: (( any sort of metal I recognize? ))
Cerim Potter: (( I assume there's a law
restricting the free ownership of swords? ))
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Cerim Potter:
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Good find, Horus. Your eye is keen as
ever. Let's have a look.
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Cerim Potter: (( I inspect it for a name tag or
something ))
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Brian:
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roll int+wis again
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* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 18
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Brian:
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you find nothing of the sort
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Cerim Potter: (( +2 for spot ))
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Cerim Potter:
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I've never seen a metal so black. Have
any of you?
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Lucas:
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I have not.
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Horus:
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Nothing, and it's not painted.
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Cerim Potter:
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Marcus?
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Brian:
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Marcus just shakes his head
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Cerim Potter:
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Very strange. The captain will want to
see that. Keep it with you Horus. Finders keepers.
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Horus:
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Aye sir.
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Brian:
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do you linger or proceed?
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Cerim Potter: (( proceed ))
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Brian:
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you hear a voice call some distance
ahead
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Brian:
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can't make out what it said though.
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Cerim Potter:
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*whisper* You hear that? Follow that
sound.
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Brian:
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They nod, and draw weapons in unison
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Brian:
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But the sound does not call again.
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Cerim Potter: (( I draw my blade and lead on
toward the direction the noise came from. ))
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Brian:
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make wisdom, for you and all your men
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* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 12
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 15
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 20
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 10
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Brian:
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you may explode that if you want
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* Adam rolls: 1d6 => 1
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Marcus:
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sir, I hear it. just to the front-left.
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Cerim Potter:
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Lead the way, Marcus. My ears fail me.
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Brian:
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Marcus proceeds faster now.
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* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 19
Cerim Potter: (( +2 for listen ))
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Brian:
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You hear the rustling yourself. One,
maybe two people are up ahead.
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Cerim Potter: (( I motion my men to move quietly,
split into two groups, and approach from two different angles ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 15 - 1 = 14
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 8 - 1 = 7
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 10 - 1 = 9
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 9 - 1 = 8
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Brian:
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You hear the voice again, but much
closer now
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Emita:
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Arty?
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Cerim Potter: (( I stop sneaking and jog up to
get line of sight ))
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Cerim Potter:
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Emita? Is that you?
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Emita:
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Cerim?
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Emita:
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What are you doing out here?
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Cerim Potter:
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My men and I are on patrol. What are
you doing out here?
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Emita:
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Looking for my damn brother.
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Emita:
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Wandered off again.
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Cerim Potter:
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Hey, uh, listen. It's pretty dangerous
out here right now. Ahem. You should head back to town. We'll keep
an eye out for your brother.
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Emita:
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You're not captain yet, if I recall
correctly.
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Emita:
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Just kidding, I'll head home.
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Cerim Potter:
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Well, no... but that doesn't mean the
bandits reported to be gathering nearby are no less of a threat -
oh. You were joking. Good. Like I said, we'll find Arty and send
him home. Don't worry.
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Emita:
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Wow, you're gullible, you know that?
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Emita:
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Just bring me back a goblin skull or
somthing, alright?
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Brian:
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she starts looking around to orient
herself to home, and begins her journey back
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Brian:
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I assume you search on?
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Cerim Potter: (( Chuckling nervously, I carry on.
))
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Brian:
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You search the rest of the day, until
you notice the sun start to fall.
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Horus:
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If we want to return by nightfall,
this is the time to give up the chase.
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Cerim Potter: (( I assume we've been tasked with
finding Arty before? ))
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Brian:
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no, actually. You haven't met Artyom
(she calls him arty) that many times, but he's never run off so
bad that anyone called the guards on the guy.
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Cerim Potter:
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Right. No sign of bandits, brigands,
or Artyom. With any luck he's returned home of his own accord.
Tomorrow is another day, let's return.
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Horus:
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Aye sir
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Brian:
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and so you walk back into town, with
nothing but a strange weapon.
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Captain Erwin:
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Just as I was about to assume you went
camping.
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Captain Erwin:
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No blood on ya, that's a good sign.
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Cerim Potter:
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No, sir. We found no sign of any
villains congregating. We did learn that one of the local boys had
run off, so we stayed a bit longer to search for him. No sign of
that Artyom either.
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Captain Erwin:
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Artyom? That's the cooper, right?
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Cerim Potter:
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Aye, sir. It was getting dark, so we'd
thought to check in here first to see if we had missed him
returning home.
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Captain Erwin:
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I heard no reports about anyone
missing.
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Cerim Potter:
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No news is good news, I suppose. There
was one other thing, captain.
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Captain Erwin:
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Aye?
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Cerim Potter:
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The eye of Horus spotted some ebony
blade lodged in a tree trunk.
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Captain Erwin:
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A blade of embony? Well, I suppose
that's one way to make a blade...
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Captain Erwin:
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Just I would have taken ironwood
myself...
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Captain Erwin:
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You know, seeing...how it's iron and
all
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Cerim Potter:
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I've never seen a metal like it
before. Perhaps you have, sir? Horus?
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Horus:
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This is the blade I...we found.
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Brian:
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he hands it over, and the captain
looks it over.
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Captain Erwin:
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No idea. I'll put in on our rack I
suppose.
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Brian:
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He places it with the other blades.
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Cerim Potter: (( I give Horus an apologetic look
for costing him his new sword. ))
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Brian:
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Horus just seems happy to serve.
Always was a people pleaser.
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Cerim Potter:
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If there's nothing else, sir, I'd like
to check on the Coopers.
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Captain Erwin:
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Of course, go ahead.
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Cerim Potter:
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To make sure Artyom got home safe, of
course.
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Cerim Potter: (( I elbow Marcus. ))
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Horus:
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An able swing, sir!
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Brian:
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Do you knock on the door, or just
answer?
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Cerim Potter: (( I knock. ))
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Emita:
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Ohh, hey.
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Emita:
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Thought you were my mom till you
knocked.
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Cerim Potter:
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*clears throat* Y-yes. Hello, Emita. I
didn't expect to see you here.
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Emita:
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...
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Emita:
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At my house?
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Cerim Potter:
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Your... Right! Your house. Of course.
Just a little joke. ha ha!
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Emita:
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So...
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Emita:
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*looks at you expectantly*
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Cerim Potter:
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So.. um. I don't suppose Artyom made
it home, did he?
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Emita:
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Ohh, I found him.
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Emita:
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At the lake with Aema.
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Cerim Potter: (( Aema? ))
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Brian:
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Aema is one of the few people in town
in your age range who you didn't grow up with, but you know her. A
smith's daughter.
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Cerim Potter:
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Ah, so him and Aema?
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Emita:
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Yeah.
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Emita:
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I'm happy for him. Always thought he
was too clueless.
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Cerim Potter:
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Yeah, I know what you mean. It was so
obvious that she fancied him. It was almost painful to see him not
get the hint. I'm glad to hear it all worked out, though.
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Emita:
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But you've got to tell your sister
before you make her go wandering around all day looking for you,
you know?
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Cerim Potter:
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Yeah, I know *I'd* tell you everything
I was doing if we were related.
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Emita:
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Uhh, ok.
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Cerim Potter:
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I mean...
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Emita:
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That's kinda creepy actually.
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Cerim Potter:
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Right. Just... forget I said anything.
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Cerim Potter:
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I gotta go.
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Emita:
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Ohh, really?
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Emita:
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I was kind of hoping you would hang
around. Artyom got a note under the door, and suddenly he's got to
go somewhere all night...
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Emita:
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And mom sticks around at the church of
Nerul forever these days.
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Cerim Potter:
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Oh. Well. I suppose I could keep you
company. What's the harm, right?
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Emita:
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Awesome!
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Emita:
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Come in come in, you can tell me
goblin stories.
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Cerim Potter:
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I'll be sure to embellish them a bit
to keep things interesting.
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Emita:
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So you'll say you won and not the
goblin?
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Cerim Potter:
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Ahahaha! I'll say I fought the goblin
at all.
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Emita:
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So, did nothing happen?
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Cerim Potter:
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Not today, no. There was some evidence
of a kid hacking at a tree branch with his dad's old sword. The
only problem was he forgot to take it home when he was done. I've
never seen a sword like that one, though. Made of steel black as
the night.
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Emita:
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Huh.
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Emita:
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Have you ever seen a real goblin?
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Cerim Potter:
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I haven't, thankfully. Captain has,
though. He says they've got skin green as summer grass, stand as
tall as a Dogwood tree, and eyes that glow like the sun.
Apparently they have fangs so sharp they can bite through a horse.
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Emita:
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A horse?
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Cerim Potter:
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Yeah, they'll tear a horse in half
with a single chomp! *chomp*
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Emita:
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That's crazy!
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Emita:
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Do you think you could take one?
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Cerim Potter:
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With my squad beside me, we could fend
one off at least. I sure wouldn't like the opportunity to be
proven wrong, though.
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Emita:
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Good thing we had knights to stop the
invasion then.
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Emita:
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I heard that Garthin Idolan slew 10
goblins in the battle of Shavorne.
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Cerim Potter:
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I hope the rumors about them coming
back turn out to be just that. Something mothers tell their
children to get them to behave.
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Emita:
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I think you're just a wimp. *punches
arm*
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Emita:
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Just kidding, don't worry.
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Cerim Potter:
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Hey! haha.
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Cerim Potter:
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As long as they don't come back, I get
paid just to walk around. Sounds like an easy gig to me. haha
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Emita:
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Do you want to just live the rest of
your life like that? No adventures?
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Emita:
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Never wanted to be a knight?
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Cerim Potter:
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Well, sure, who doesn't? Hopefully
I'll get the chance before I decide to settle down. As for being a
knight, though, I'm afraid I'll never meet the requirements.
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Emita:
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ohh well.
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Emita:
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*pauses* So, apparently the funniest
thing happened at the Kord temple...
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Brian:
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You chat on about other random stories
for some time. Did she invite you inside for a reason? Was she
just bored?
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Cerim Potter: (( probably just bored. ))
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Brian:
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It's not long before the door opens
though.
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Mrs. Cooper:
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Ahh, hello there Cerim.
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Cerim Potter:
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Good evening, Mrs. Cooper!
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Mrs. Cooper:
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Sorry to skip greetings, but it's been
a long day. Nothing like your son messing up a churn and the
customer complaining to you to wear you out, you know?
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Emita:
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*gives you a smirk* Must have been
distracted.
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Mrs. Cooper:
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Where's he now?
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Emita:
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Picking berries or something.
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Mrs. Cooper:
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Ohh. And why are you here so late,
Cerim? No night shift for you?
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Cerim Potter:
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Not tonight, ma'am. I was on patrol
all day today. I just came by to check on Artyom, and then I ran
into Emita and...
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Emita:
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And?
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Cerim Potter:
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And... she invited me in to have a
nice chat while we waited for you to return. Yes.
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Brian:
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Emita genuinely seems to enjoy your
discomfort.
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Mrs. Cooper:
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Well neither of you would have to wait
if you came to church with me...
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Cerim Potter:
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I daresay the idea never crossed my
mind. Perhaps next time I will take you up on your offer.
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Mrs. Cooper:
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Next moonday.
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Mrs. Cooper:
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But really, I need to sleep.
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Cerim Potter:
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Next moonday, it is. Have a good
night, Mrs. Cooper.
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Emita:
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*whispers* are you crazy?
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Cerim Potter:
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*whispers* What did I do?
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Brian:
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Her mom hits the cot and is out like a
light.
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Brian:
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But Emita stays at a whisper
nonetheless
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Cerim Potter: (( I match her whisper ))
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Emita:
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Have you ever been to a Nerullian
church?
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Cerim Potter:
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No...
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Emita:
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They are the absolute worst.
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Emita:
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It's just a room where everybody talks
about dieing.
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Cerim Potter:
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That does sound bleak, but I'm sure
one session won't kill me.
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Emita:
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Well good luck.
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Emita:
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I'm gonna go to bed. My brother's
probably gonna take all night; I can give him hell in the morning.
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Cerim Potter:
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What else are sisters for, right?
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Cerim Potter:
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Have a good night, Emita.
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Brian:
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This would also be a good time to
decide if you have parents to return to, or if you live alone by
this point in your life.
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Cerim Potter: (( A young man with a steady job in
his early twenties? I probably have my own home. My parents still live
in town, no doubt. ))
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Brian:
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noted. This was also the time to
decide if you wanted to play the orphan card.
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Brian:
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Alright, so I assume you head home and
get some proper rest?
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Cerim Potter: (( yup ))
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Brian:
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The next day nothing happens. No
orders for another patrol, no news about the sword, nothing. Are
you up to anything?
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Cerim Potter: (( So Emita worships Kord? ))
Cerim Potter: (( Her mother worships Nerull? ))
Cerim Potter: (( And I worship Pelor. Great. ))
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Brian:
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No, she's Pelor too. She was just
re-telling rumors about the Kordites.
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Cerim Potter: (( oh cool ))
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Brian:
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Congrats, you got one point
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Brian:
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Anyhow, do you do anything of note
today?
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Cerim Potter: (( chores and stuff.. I'll see if I
can find Arty ))
Cerim Potter: (( that boy gets my spidey senses
tingling ))
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Brian:
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You don't see him around, and by the
afternoon Emita approaches you about him
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Emita:
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Cerim, he still didn't come back.
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Emita:
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We have to go find him.
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Cerim Potter:
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Right. He's running off too much for
my taste. Shall we check down by the lake first?
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Emita:
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Lets
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Brian:
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you head off with haste?
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Cerim Potter: (( posthaste ))
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Brian:
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roll wisdom+int+spot
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 8 + 2 = 10
Cerim Potter: (( please tell me there's panties
down here ))
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Brian:
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there are no panties down here.
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Cerim Potter: (( missed opportunity for a
callback ))
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Brian:
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Don't get your hopes up; that was a
one-time thing
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Brian:
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You also find absolutely nothing else.
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Cerim Potter: (( it's called fan service ))
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Emita:
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Wait, the note.
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Cerim Potter:
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Did he leave it home?
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Emita:
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No, but it said to meet at the
crapping maple.
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Emita:
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I'm sorry, I read my brother's mail,
I'm terrible
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Cerim Potter:
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It's a good thing you did. Let's go.
|
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Brian:
|
The crapping maple is a name that all
the children of the town gave to an old tree to the west that is
bent in just the right way, with limbs coming out the other side
just so, that it looks to be locked in an eternal struggle with
its bowels
|
Cerim Potter: (( charming. ))
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 18
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Brian:
|
You immediately notice horseprints and
wagon tracks coming into and out of this area.
|
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Brian:
|
And, a spot on the ground seems oddly
torn up, like someone tried to dig in a post there.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
I don't suppose Arty has a horsse and
wagon, does he?
|
|
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Emita:
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No...
|
|
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Emita:
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But Aema's dad does. You don't think...
|
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Cerim Potter:
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Has anyone seen Aema since yesterday?
|
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Emita:
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I haven't checked.
|
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Cerim Potter:
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We should probably check they haven't
eloped or something.
|
|
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Cerim Potter:
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Not sure why they'd need to...
|
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Emita:
|
If they ran off together, I'm finding
where they went and kicking his ass.
|
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Cerim Potter:
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I don't blame you.
|
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Cerim Potter:
|
Come on, let's check Aema's place.
|
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Brian:
|
you return to town, and find that the
smith family are also frazzled about Aema's location.
|
Cerim Potter: (( and their horse and wagon are
gone? ))
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
It's possible that they hired a
carriage.
|
|
|
Emita:
|
Off all the stupid things...
|
|
|
Emita:
|
You hold him and I'll punch?
|
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Cerim Potter:
|
For you, anything.
|
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Cerim Potter:
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I mean, sure.
|
|
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Emita:
|
What?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Nevermind.
|
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Brian:
|
You return to the tracks and follow
them west?
|
Cerim Potter: (( if we could get a ride, that
would be cool. ))
Cerim Potter: (( I would also inform the Captain
about the runaways. ))
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Brian:
|
Who do you propose to get a ride from?
|
Cerim Potter: (( Aema's family has at least one
horse. ))
Cerim Potter: (( don't know about mine or the
Coopers. ))
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Brian:
|
time to use diplo rules!
|
Cerim Potter: (( Great. ))
|
Brian:
|
actually, wait, doesn't matter.
|
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Brian:
|
In this case, they just agree to lend
you the horse.
|
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Brian:
|
You're and authority figure, and
you're recovering a lost daughter.
|
Cerim Potter: (( actually, the one horse with the
carriage would be more efficient. Ideally, there will be 4 people coming
home. ))
Cerim Potter: (( as opposed to 2 horses I was
planning on ))
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Brian:
|
well they only have one horse, so...
|
Cerim Potter: (( I was gonna ask around for
another horse. but that doesn' matter now ))
|
Brian:
|
Do you want the wagon too? They seem
willing to give it to ya
|
Cerim Potter: (( yeah. One horse can't carry 4
people. ))
|
Brian:
|
Cool. Got tokens for that?
|
Cerim Potter: (( working on it. ))
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
What if they ran away because she got
pregnant?
|
Cerim Potter: (( only a GM can create tokens with
the same name ))
|
Brian:
|
ughh, well give them a unique name
|
Cerim Potter: (( search for Wagon_Buckboard_2_EE
in the token list, bro ))
Cerim Potter: (( Sir Horse! ))
|
Brian:
|
there, you got your fan service
|
Cerim Potter: (( That horse has a story to tell.
))
|
Brian:
|
Alright, so you follow the tracks well
into the evening.
|
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Brian:
|
The tracks lead up to an inn
|
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Cerim Potter:
|
With any luck, someone here will have
seen them.
|
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Brian:
|
You ride up to the front door. Make a
wisdom+int check to listen
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 5 + 2 = 7
* Brian rolls: 1d20+3 => 15 + 3 = 18
|
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Emita:
|
Look, behind us!
|
Cerim Potter: (( I look. ))
|
Brian:
|
Three undead, mostly bones, stalk the
wagon.
|
Cerim Potter: (( Is anyone else around? ))
|
Brian:
|
They are moving slower than a horse,
but they seem to have closer as you slowed down and stopped
|
|
Brian:
|
You see noone outside the inn, but two
horses are tied up out front
|
|
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Cerim Potter:
|
Emita, run inside and call for help.
I'll hold them off.
|
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Brian:
|
you start with 5 init, plus either wis
or int
|
Cerim Potter: (( so 5 ))
|
Brian:
|
as do the undead. roll off, but Emita
goes first reguardless.
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20 => 17
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 10
|
Brian:
|
k, so the undead beat you
|
|
Brian:
|
Emita moves for her turn
|
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Brian:
|
as do the skellies
|
Cerim Potter: (( let's see... 10 + spd ))
Cerim Potter: (( 7 ))
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Brian:
|
alright, so you have 7 points to spend
|
Cerim Potter: (( draw weapon (2) + Use Shield (2)
+ move(4) ))
|
Brian:
|
and remember you can dip once
|
Cerim Potter: (( I just did. ))
|
Brian:
|
the undead do what they do best
|
Cerim Potter: (( shamble? ))
Cerim Potter: (( this is going to take forever, I
predict. ))
|
Brian:
|
swing battleaxes at your head
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 8 - 1 = 7
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 8 - 1 = 7
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 8 - 1 = 7
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 16 - 1 = 15
Cerim Potter: (( nope ))
Cerim Potter: (( Divine Shield (4) + Use Shield
(2) + Attack (3) ))
Cerim Potter: (( you should add an init score in
the campaign properties ))
|
Brian:
|
I normally put them in the label, but
that's fair
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 6 + 1 = 7
Cerim Potter: (( miss ))
|
Brian:
|
This is gonna be great...
|
Cerim Potter: (( I warned you. ))
|
Brian:
|
one skelly goes for a swing
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 20 - 1 = 19
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 7 - 1 = 6
* Brian rolls: 1d6-1 => 1 - 1 = 0
Cerim Potter: (( yup ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 20 + 0 = 20
* Brian rolls: 1d6-1 => 3 - 1 = 2
Cerim Potter: (( nope ))
|
Brian:
|
You live up to your name
|
Cerim Potter: (( I try. ))
|
Brian:
|
the other two skellys strike
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-2 => 4 - 2 = 2
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 19 - 1 = 18
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 4 - 1 = 3
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 17 - 1 = 16
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 10 - 1 = 9
Cerim Potter: (( yup ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 18 + 0 = 18
|
Brian:
|
Suddenly, a knight comes up from
behind you
|
Cerim Potter: (( maybe add a HAC and WAC property
too ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20+5 => 12 + 5 = 17
* Brian rolls: 1d20+2 => 19 + 2 = 21
|
Brian:
|
the undead before him drops bones like
a shaken tree drops leaves
|
Cerim Potter: (( Use shield (2) + Attack (3) ))
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 13 + 1 = 14
* Adam rolls: 1d20-1+2 => 13 - 1 + 2 = 14
|
Brian:
|
that wounds. The monster seems able to
handle it though
|
Cerim Potter: (( turn. ))
|
Brian:
|
cool. Undead attacks Sir stranger
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 2 - 1 = 1
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 9 - 1 = 8
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
A knight!
|
Cerim Potter: (( shield + attack ))
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 5 + 1 = 6
|
Brian:
|
2 battle axes at you
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 2 - 1 = 1
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 16 - 1 = 15
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 18 + 0 = 18
|
Brian:
|
ohh wait no two misses
|
Cerim Potter: (( are you keeping track of the
initiative scores? ))
Cerim Potter: (( cool ))
Cerim Potter: (( I believe it's my turn? ))
|
Brian:
|
no, it's the knight's
|
Cerim Potter: (( but he's at 2 ))
|
Brian:
|
But you went this round
|
|
Brian:
|
you missed, then the other skellys at
3 went
|
Cerim Potter: (( oh, I thought the skelly's mark
the end o fthe round ))
|
Brian:
|
you'll need to get into the mindset of
floating init
|
|
Brian:
|
people change order a lot
|
Cerim Potter: (( yeah, I just couldn't tell what
the skeleton's init was. I found it just now. ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20+5 => 10 + 5 = 15
* Brian rolls: 1d20+2 => 3 + 2 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d20+5 => 19 + 5 = 24
* Brian rolls: 1d20+2 => 9 + 2 = 11
|
Brian:
|
one is destroyed, and we are at top of
the round, which is you
|
Cerim Potter: (( use shield + attack ))
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 14 + 1 = 15
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 7 + 1 = 8
|
Brian:
|
wound for 0, which doesn't help vs
undead
|
|
Brian:
|
the undead swing, both at you
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 4 - 1 = 3
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 3 - 1 = 2
Cerim Potter: (( can't touch this ))
* Brian rolls: 1d20+5 => 6 + 5 = 11
* Brian rolls: 1d20+2 => 1 + 2 = 3
* Brian rolls: 1d20+5 => 18 + 5 = 23
* Brian rolls: 1d20+2 => 9 + 2 = 11
|
Brian:
|
a grazing hit on a skeliton. We go to
top of round with you again
|
Cerim Potter: (( use shield + attack ))
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 9 + 1 = 10
* Adam rolls: 1d20+1 => 18 + 1 = 19
Cerim Potter: (( nice ))
* Brian rolls: 19-6 => 19 - 6 = 13
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Ha HA!
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Well swung!
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Thank you, sir!
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 2 - 1 = 1
* Brian rolls: 1d20-1 => 19 - 1 = 18
* Brian rolls: 1d20+0 => 14 + 0 = 14
|
Brian:
|
and this is not the undead's lucky day.
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+5 => 20 + 5 = 25
* Brian rolls: 1d6-1 => 6 - 1 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d6-1 => 6 - 1 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d6-1 => 6 - 1 = 5
* Brian rolls: 1d6-1 => 5 - 1 = 4
Cerim Potter: (( sad trombone ))
|
Brian:
|
so, with a glorious 34 to hit...
|
Cerim Potter: (( no such thing as overkill on at
attack roll ))
Cerim Potter: (( 44 ))
|
Brian:
|
Yeah, I thought I had written a what
happens on a super high attack roll, but apparently it's not
there, so it sucks to be me
|
|
Brian:
|
But I'm going to say that literally
knocks the magic out of the monster, and it drops dead right there.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Incredible!
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
All in a days work, sir...
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
You honor me, sir, but I am no knight.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Really? You have a fine swing, and a
fine steed...
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Lieutenant Cerim Potter of the
Tinsboro guard, sir! *salutes*
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
The horse... is a rental.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Hah!
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Don't tell me the girl is too.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Oh, no sir!
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
I was just helping her find her
brother, sir. It seems he's run off with his sweetheart. Their
parents wish to see them returned home.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Well, these aren't the best woods to
be eloping in...
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
do you know where they went?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
We believe they hired a carriage and
headed west. We tracked them to this inn, but have yet to
determine where they would have gone from here.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Well what are we waiting for? Let's
order a drink and chat up an inkeep!
|
|
Brian:
|
he ushers you inside.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Yes, sir!
|
|
Brian:
|
As you enter, you see Emita was
cluching a hatchet, watching the events from the window
|
|
|
Emita:
|
you two alright?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
I emerged unscathed thanks to the help
of this brave and skilled knight.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
You did a fine job yourself, for an
errand boy.
|
|
Brian:
|
He walks up to the bar
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
The monsters are dealt with
now. Neither of you have seen more of these around, have you?
|
|
|
Inkeep:
|
No, never in my life.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
These were the first I've ever seen.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
I wish I could say the same. Let them be the last.
|
|
|
Inkeep:
|
Well you have my thanks, sir knight.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Innkeep, have you seen a young man and
woman pass through here in the last day? They would have come from
the direction of Tinsboro.
|
|
|
Inkeep:
|
I haven't. Only the knight here, and
one party with a wagon.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
What of this wagon party?
|
|
|
Inkeep:
|
Didn't stay long, just sent one man in
to buy some supplies and they were off.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Do you know which direction?
|
|
|
Inkeep:
|
They seemed to be taking the road to
Shavore.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Shavore...
|
|
|
Emita:
|
They're going to the capital?
|
|
|
Emita:
|
I guess if you're taking a trip, you
might as well go somewhere cool...
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Do you have any family in the capitol?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Perhaps they would seek refuge with
them.
|
|
|
Emita:
|
But we don't
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Perhaps the Smiths do?
|
|
|
Emita:
|
I know Mr. Smith goes on trade trips
there.
|
|
|
Emita:
|
Maybe family, or a merchant?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
It's so little to go off of. The
capitol is enormous. It would be like finding a needle in a
haystack.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Perhaps I could be of some assistance.
I'm from there, after all...
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Please, if there's anything you can
do...
|
|
|
Emita:
|
Please sir knight, I want to get my
brother home safe.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
My lady, I swear it. I will see to
your brother's safe return if it costs me my life.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Inkeep, a round for our friends!
|
|
Brian:
|
he tosses a couple silvers down.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
You are most generous, sir. What do
they call you?
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Shorty, mostly.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
But if you like me you may call me sir
Ephnyr.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Yourself?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
It is an honor, Sir Ephnyr. Again, I
am Cerim and this is my... friend, Emita.
|
|
|
Emita:
|
*laughs* Cooper. Emita Cooper. I'm
just a commoner, I'm afraid.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
You are a member of the realm, are you
not?
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Then I am sworn to your aid. That's
how being a knight works.
|
|
Brian:
|
Three ales arrive, and he holds up
two, one arm outstretched to each of you.
|
Cerim Potter: (( I graciously accept. ))
|
Brian:
|
Emita grabs it more timidly.
|
|
Brian:
|
One drink quickly turns to two, and
soon Ephnyr is telling tales of his short career.
|
|
Brian:
|
Also, make a spot check.
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 11 + 2 = 13
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
I heard they never actually pulled the
sword out of my shield. The smith had to saw it in half and pull
it apart.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Never did see the shield again.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
It would have made a fine ornament.
|
|
|
Emita:
|
You've got to be really strong to use
a sheild to block a blow like that. How heavy is a knight's shield?
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Heh, hardly weighs anything once you
get used to it...
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
I must still be getting used to mine.
*gestures to tower shield*
|
|
Brian:
|
Suddenly sensing the attention,
Ephnyr's eyes develop a little sparkle.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
The trick...is to have these.
|
|
Brian:
|
He lifts his left arm to the table,
unstraps part of his full plate, and blatently shows off his bicep.
|
|
|
Emita:
|
...
|
|
|
Emita:
|
Can I?
|
Cerim Potter: (( is jealous ))
|
Brian:
|
Ephnyr nods, and she grins. Roll disc
to not be visably annoyed as you watch.
|
* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 14 + 2 = 16
* Brian rolls: 1d20+2 => 3 + 2 = 5
|
Brian:
|
that was for the inkeep, who
apparently doesn't care. The other two aren't actually paying
attention to you.
|
Cerim Potter: (( that gets through my wound AC :(
))
|
Brian:
|
After some showing off, and Ephnyr
ordering another round of ale, the knight turns to you again.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
So, what kind of fighting do they
teach you in guard school?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Mostly defensive fighting styles, sir.
We're not meant to be seeking conflict, we merely defend when it
comes to our gates.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Well the best defense is a good
offense. Never had to lob something's head off?
|
|
|
Emita:
|
You did that?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
I can't say I have. Tinsboro is a
quiet town.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Thankfully.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
*he thinks, then grins*
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Excuse me, inkeep.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Got any wood sticks? I wanna spar with
this guy.
|
|
|
Inkeep:
|
...sure...*hands two wire brushes*
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
How about you show me what you got,
ehh?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
If you insist, sir.
|
Cerim Potter: (( what's the penalty for an
unproficient weapon? ))
|
Brian:
|
-4 until I actually write that rule
|
Cerim Potter: (( on attack and damage? ))
|
Brian:
|
but I am assuming nobody is hitting
hard enough for real damage.
|
Cerim Potter: (( I wouldn't put it past this guy.
))
|
Brian:
|
Wow, jealous much?
|
Cerim Potter: (( he called me an errand boy. ))
|
Brian:
|
Well, here's your chance to get
glorious revenge. Roll dex+speed to fence with the man
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20+7 => 9 + 7 = 16
Cerim Potter: (( are we using shields? ))
|
Brian:
|
he didn't bring his. Do you bring
yours?
|
Cerim Potter: (( one doesn't typically bring a
shield to a fencing match. ))
* Adam rolls: 1d20-1 => 13 - 1 = 12
|
Brian:
|
you spar a while, but eventually the
brush slips from your hand.
|
Cerim Potter: (( he's got a +7 while wearing full
plate? geeze. ))
|
Brian:
|
You actually tie. Roll off, no mods
|
* Brian rolls: 1d20 => 17
* Adam rolls: 1d20 => 8
Cerim Potter: (( guess there's no calling it a
draw ))
|
Brian:
|
Every blow you send, he blocks. Every
attack that comes your way, you dodge. After some time, you both
lunge, but you see at the last moment his form was a little better
than yours. To lean far forward enough to make it to his throught,
you would have to bring your next into his brush. Six inches from
a "killing" blow, you hesitate, and he pokes you in the neck.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
*pants* Gotcha.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
You say you've never been in a real
knight? I mean fight?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
*wipes brow* A spar here and there.
Breaking up a drunken brawl hardly counts.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
A shame you were not trained in the
king's castle.
|
|
|
Emita:
|
Come on, he's not that great. I bet I
could beat Cerim.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
A shame I were not born a noble. Hey!
|
|
|
Emita:
|
What?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
You're very funny, you know that?
|
|
|
Emita:
|
Thanks.
|
|
|
Sir Ephnyr:
|
Well was that a challange?
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Not at all. She was just joking.
|
|
|
Emita:
|
*disgruntled sigh*
|
|
|
Emita:
|
Whatever, I guess that way you won't
lose to both of us.
|
|
|
Cerim Potter:
|
Yes, you're exactly right.
|
|
Brian:
|
This day goes down well in the
inkeep's memory as one of great fortune. First, a convoy shows up
wanting supplies to feed half an army, then a second convoy
follows, led by a rich knight who keeps buying the fineist drinks
he has (although that rude knight soon begins talking about how
the drinks are far finer in the capital, and his friends ought to
try them)
|
|
Brian:
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You, however, find youself fighting a
losing battle. If you wish, you may attempt a charm check to make
Emita remember you exist at all.
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Brian:
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Or you may resign to your fate,
whatever you wish.
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Cerim Potter: (( it's worth a shot. ))
Cerim Potter: (( what's the roll? ))
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Brian:
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+any skills you have
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Brian:
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I don't know what's gonna help you her
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Cerim Potter: (( oh yeah. forgot charm was an
attribute ))
Cerim Potter: (( my romance education. duh ))
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Brian:
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ohh shit you have that...
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+2+2 => 17 + 2 + 2 = 21
Cerim Potter: (( suck on that, sir jerkface. ))
Adam is disconnected.
You have disconnected.
Server started; please wait for map to
refresh.
Adam has connected.
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Brian:
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alright, some of my own textures
aren't loading, but not the ones I needed
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Adam:
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reload again if needed
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Brian:
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no need, unless you guys end up
hitting up the capital a few encounters earlier than I expect.
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Brian:
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Anyhow, sir Ephnyr was ranting about
how great the capital is.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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How long do you...think you two can
stay?
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Cerim Potter:
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With any luck we'll be there and back
in no time. I'm not sure how long we can afford to stay out.
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Cerim Potter:
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A few days maybe?
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Emita:
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Whaatabut forever?
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Cerim Potter:
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I... didn't actually bring any money
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Cerim, you are the guest of a knight
of the king. You don't need to fear money.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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How much do they pay a guard anyway?
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Cerim Potter:
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Enough for my own plot of land and a
bit of savings.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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How would you *drinks* like an estate
some day?
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Cerim Potter:
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That doesn't sound like a terrible
lot. It's about as likely as becoming a knight, though.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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I could make you a squire.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Setting off in the woods like that?
That took balls. And this can be your first quest!
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Brian:
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Emita seems to have forgotten about
her brother in the celebration, and begins to cry at the reminder.
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Cerim Potter:
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Oh... dear...
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Hey, hey.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Hey.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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We're gonna find him. He just ran off
with that...other guy, ok?
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Brian:
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He scoots in and puts an arm over her.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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I swear it.
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Inkeep:
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I'm sorry to interrupt, but did you
plan to sleep outside, or are you going to buy rooms here?
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Inkeep:
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I have to go to bed at some point, you
know...
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Cerim Potter:
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...
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Cerim Potter:
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Surely, defending your inn from roving
skeletons is worth one night's rest.
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* Adam rolls: 1d20+2 => 14 + 2 = 16
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Inkeep:
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You're right.
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Inkeep:
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A knight of the realm and his party
may have rooms for free. Last call for ale though. The dead may
not sleep, but I do.
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Cerim Potter:
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I've had quite enough, thank you.
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Inkeep:
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Goodnight, m'lords and ladies
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Brian:
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He locks a cabnet and walks off to his
own bedroom, pointing out the other three rooms for you guys along
the way.
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Brian:
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Do you do anything else before
retiring to bed?
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Cerim Potter: (( Were the skellies wearing armor?
))
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Brian:
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3 points of chainmail each
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Cerim Potter: (( and wielding weapons? ))
Cerim Potter: (( I'll load it all into the wagon.
))
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Brian:
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good eye. Probs more loot than in the
whole last two goblin campaigns
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Cerim Potter: (( 180gp worth ))
Cerim Potter: (( that's all. ))
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Brian:
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well, since you went to bed last, you
got the smallest room
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Cerim Potter: (( surprised Ephnyr didn't invite
Emita to join him ))
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Brian:
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Well, don't be too sure...
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Brian:
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It's not too long after you settle
into bed (hard to sleep after such excitement), when you hear
Emita through the thin walls...
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Emita:
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Cerim will hear us...
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Emita:
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...Come on, go back to bed...
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Emita:
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...Not while we are still unwed!
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Emita:
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Enough, go away!
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Emita:
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Ephnyr, please...it's...
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Sir Ephnyr:
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My LADY!
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Emita:
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Ok, do NOT get on the bed.
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Emita:
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Ephnyr!
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Brian:
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Do you do anything before morning?
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Cerim Potter: (( sigh. ))
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Brian:
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was that a meta comment or an action?
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Cerim Potter: (( both. I'll get out and check on
her. ))
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Brian:
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Ephnyr, as expected, is on the bed.
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Cerim Potter: (( I'm not happy about it, though ))
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Brian:
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He's gotten most of his armor off, and
Emita seems to be trying to get him off without being too loud and
waking you up.
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Cerim Potter: (( Is he passed out? ))
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Brian:
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No, he's making drunken motions
resembling romance...
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Cerim Potter:
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That will be quite enough of that, Sir
Ephnyr.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Huh?
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Cerim Potter:
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I believe the lady has bid you good
night.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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I... yes.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Want to grab another ale or something?
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Cerim Potter:
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I would recommend taking to your bed
for the night.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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*bows* As you wish, my lord.
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Brian:
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he bumbles past you back into his own
room.
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Cerim Potter: (( I shut his door for him, let he
forget to. ))
Cerim Potter: (( Likewise, I will look at Emita
and shut her door. ))
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Brian:
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Emita, either because of the situation
or due to a lack of nighwear, has largely stripped to
undergarments, and is doing the best to cover herself with sheets.
That said, when you turn away from Ephnyr's door, you notice she
was reaching for her own.
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Brian:
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Anything else for tonight?
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Cerim Potter: (( Nothing that won't be grounds
for execution. ))
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Brian:
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I mean... as your DM I would like to
know about the execution-worthy things too...
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Cerim Potter: (( eh, I'll just skip it this time.
))
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Brian:
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Alright then. roll 1d3
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* Adam rolls: 1d3 => 3
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Brian:
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Ephnyr and Emita are ready to go when
you emerge from your chambers.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Did you bring a breakfast for
yourself? I have extra rations.
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Cerim Potter:
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I have my own.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Very well. To the capital then?
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Cerim Potter:
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*nods*
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Brian:
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The inkeep bids you ado, and he mounts
his steed, while you and Emita ride wagon, I assume.
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Cerim Potter: (( sounds about right. ))
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Brian:
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For the first hour or so, Emita is
silent, but then she speaks up.
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Emita:
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So...
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Emita:
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Are you going to take up that offer?
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Cerim Potter: (( is Ephnyr listening? ))
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Brian:
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no. He's taking point on the narrow
road, and you are mere feet from each other.
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Cerim Potter:
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I will not be squire to a drunken
scoundrel.
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Emita:
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Ok, we were all drunk last night.
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Cerim Potter: (( For the record, Cerim was not
keeping pace with those two ))
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Brian:
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I know. Emita either doesn't or is
bending the truth.
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Cerim Potter:
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Well, I suppose that speaks volumes
about the lot of us.
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Brian:
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Emita doesn't press the matter further
if you don't, and there are no major events on the way to Shavore
unless you start them.
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Cerim Potter: (( Nope. I'm just gonna be angry. ))
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Brian:
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Emita, like a proper concerned friend,
tries to cheer you up several times, bringing up old jokes, and
mentioning how this is a once-in-a-lifetime trip.
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Brian:
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But eventually, somehow, you arrive at
the king's castle itself, where royal knights stationed in the
capital reside.
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Brian:
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It has been explained to you that
there will be space here in the lower royal appartments to serve
as basecamp while searching the city.
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Guard:
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Who goes there?
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Sir Ephnyr, son of Loril.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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I bring two guests whom I aid on my
quest.
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Brian:
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He signals for you to dismount.
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Cerim Potter: (( I comply. ))
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Servants will take them to the
stables. While you are with me, you will be treated like nobles.
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Cerim Potter:
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I'll try not to let it go to my head.
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Guard:
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You brought two commoners to the
castle?
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Sir Ephnyr:
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Aye, I did. Get them each a post
within the lower appartments, will you?
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Guard:
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Can you swing a sword, boy?
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Cerim Potter:
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I can.
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Guard:
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We'll board you in the guard's
barracks.
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Cerim Potter:
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Understood.
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Guard:
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Lady, I don't suppose you are trained
as a hand-maiden?
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Emita:
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I...uhh...yeah, I am.
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Guard:
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...
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Guard:
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I'll send you to the cooks, and see
what they can do with you, how's that sound?
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Emita:
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Alright...
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Sir Ephnyr:
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*furrows brow, then leans towards
Emita* I"ll talk to people, I think we can do better than that...
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Sir Ephnyr:
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If either of you need me, expect me on
the training field. I'm there most days.
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Sir Ephnyr:
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We could start hunting today, but the
sun will set soon.
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Cerim Potter:
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We will begin tomorrow, then.
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Emita:
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I just pray to Palor he's safe...
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Guard:
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Right, word of advise little lady: you
follow the elf god here. Even if you don't, you do.
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Cerim Potter: (( Good to know. ))
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Brian:
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The guard's barracks is pretty tight,
but it's a situation you are quite familiar with.
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Brian:
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You are told that you are welcome
here, in the servant's kitchen, and outside the castle. Anywhere
else you need permission.
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Cerim Potter: (( not a bad gig. ))
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Brian:
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And this actually makes a pretty good
stopping point for the session.
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Cerim Potter: (( I'm all caught up with the
others? ))
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Brian:
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You are tied for the lead. One player
volunteered to start a few months behind, since he's likely to
have the most avalibility.
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Brian:
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I may actually have your next session
be with another player...
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Cerim Potter: (( bring it on ))