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Post by achinca on May 14, 2007 16:36:21 GMT 1
The group members are located in the South East part of the kingdom in the Duchy of Dalmar. The group is in the large town of Kioursk, a long distance from the Duchy capital. The various group members have gathered in Kioursk because it is the part of the kingdom which is considered the least secure and the one in most need for adventurers.
On the main place of the town, there is a board where adventurers can post sign offering their services and where people needing professional help. An offer is very different from the other as it comes from the hamlet of Barrow’s Edge which is close to the Black Forest frontier. It is a call for help that sounds very desperate and promise a reward without specifying it.
Barrow’s Edge is not a well known hamlet but is in a part of the kingdom that is considered relatively calm. The sign asks for interested adventurers to meet a certain Zlak at the tavern The Boar’s Head.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on May 15, 2007 19:14:47 GMT 1
Odlin the dwarf looked forlornly at the noticeboard. Pulling his beard apart he gazed down at his belly.
"Me guts shrinking! I need to keep up me beer intake or i'll be as skinny as a gluttonous elf!"
Peering at his comrades he shuffles to the side and sits on the steps up to the noticeboard, head glumly in his hands. Cheese scurries about his boots, muddied bristling fur and feral eyes.
"well at least you're easy to feed Cheesey Boy."
The wizard glanced nervously at the others waiting and hoping they'll decide to take the job
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Post by achinca on May 15, 2007 20:43:18 GMT 1
As Odlin waits for his comrades answers, a gruf looking half-orc approaches the board and sees the same sign. "Barrow's Edge? WHo cares about Barrow's Edge? This is a job for newbies and beginners." He follows his statement with an alcohol filled burp.
His companions, another half-orc who is covered with scars and has not taken a bath in months adds in alcohol deformed tone "What kind of reward can these people pay? Hay? Wood? I bet there not even a few maiden to warm our bed at night."
Both orcs laughs real hard and walking in zig-zag, enter the nearest tavern.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on May 16, 2007 7:40:59 GMT 1
Odlin stares intently at a small stone on the floor as the halforcs boast. He scuffs his boot against the stone sending it skittering a few feet.
Well something is better than nothing. I wonder who this Zlak is. And I bet those brutes have gone to the Boars Head tavern too.
The dwarf inwardly groans and pets Cheese affectionately.
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Post by achinca on May 16, 2007 14:39:19 GMT 1
There are quite a few taverns on the main square and the half-orcs did not enter the Boar's Head.
However, Oldlin notices, directly accross from where he stands a tavern with a faded painted sign of ..... a boar's head.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on May 16, 2007 16:31:52 GMT 1
Tugging at the sleeve of his friends, he gestures towards the tavern
"Look!" he enthusiastically points, "they'll have beer! sweet sweet refreshing beer! what have we got to lose by just talking to the guy? he might even buy us beer. did i mention that? the possible free beer? and ignore what those fat-headed..." Odlin looks around worriedly, "... brutes said, he might even have an offer of GOLD!"
With his friends leading the way, Odlin follows them eagerly into the tavern where the mysterious Zlak, and (hopefully not too)daring adventure, will be waiting. Cheese is scooped up and deposited in to a large pocket of his master's tunic containing fluff and scraps of food.
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Post by magus on May 16, 2007 17:37:50 GMT 1
She watched the strange dwarf with more than passing interest; he was an amusing distraction if nothing else. Two fingers raised, she stroked her companion's head, which currently rested at the hollow of her throat.
'Perhaps this one will prove more than just an entertainment.' A small smile shows as she turns her gaze to the snake's coils wrapped around her. 'And I suppose you could always eat the rodent if it annoyed you too much.'
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Post by achinca on May 18, 2007 22:14:08 GMT 1
Odlin is pointing towards the inn to his friends next to him and also some strangers, including a strange looking elf with a snake around herself.
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Post by nodaisho on May 20, 2007 4:15:37 GMT 1
The bow-carrying elf is a bit behind Odlin, and smirks at the dwarf making a spectacle of himself. Well, he knows what he wants, I suppose. And now about half the town does as well.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on May 20, 2007 11:01:55 GMT 1
The cold truth of insight hits Odlin. Again.
So this is what you do to me, eh? Pick me up and play with me? O callous life! Breaking me upon the anvil of your troubled fates until the darkness of madness swallows me up time and time again!
A steely look flashes across the dwarf, the timid countenance replaced by a deeper understanding. As the hallucinations of his long lost friends fade, he pulles himself more upright.
Aware that instead of following his imaginary friends, he is being followed by a brace of elves, he spins on his heels to stare them down. His pupils are dark and smouldering now and maybe lit by an internal flicker of lightning.
"I am Odlin the Terramancer." he challenges.
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Post by achinca on May 21, 2007 14:16:59 GMT 1
Odlin walks toward the Boar's Head Inn and notices he is followed by two strange elves (of all people) and also a silent human fighter.
As he is about to enter the inn, he turns around and introduce himself.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on May 21, 2007 18:10:55 GMT 1
Like an impassive weathered rock, the dwarf waits, unmoving, for a response from the elves.
I wonder if they are a couple? Those flighty elves have strange relationships. Never thought I'd ever see two of differing genders together.
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Post by achinca on May 22, 2007 18:16:12 GMT 1
The two strange elves look at the burly dwarf without answering his questions at first. The group stands there, at a standstill in front of the inn door.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on May 22, 2007 18:57:27 GMT 1
Inwardly, Odlin knows as sure as sturdy rock beats hosiery scissors, that the flighty elves will blink first, unable to maintain such a prolonged stand-off.
Never had an elf stared down a dwarf recalled the wizard. Oh no. Never. Or so went the ballad of Lee Van Cleef.
Odlin's poncho fluttered slowly in the breeze, as loose vegetation tumbled past.
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Post by magus on May 22, 2007 19:38:19 GMT 1
Her expression is solid stone, save the slight arch of a brow and what could have been a faint quirk of the mouth. One hand continues to stroke the creature coiled around her person. Matte forest green stares back, unrelenting as she returns the dwarf's silent challenge.
Smoothly she steps closer, to where she's closer, closing the gap from where they'd been before. The gaze remains, ready to challenge. 'What is this, a human stand-off? Such a shame there's none here. Well, aside from the stranger by the bow-carrier.'
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