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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Jun 11, 2008 3:12:06 GMT 1
The elf sits cross-legged flipping out copper pieces away from the original pile. With grimm determination, Ryxikor quickly scans the pile seperating the cheaper away from what he would rather have in his pouch. His lean dexterous fingers work furiously at his task, figuring if there was any trouble upstairs he would be summoned.
Finally after a time and with some help from his stubby fingered friend, tehy finally have the silver, gold and platinum seperated away from the copper. But, not only that, they have seperated the silver, gold and platinum into five even piles, one for each of the companions. Standing up and wiping his forearm across his brow, the rogue finally mutters, [/color=Purple]"There ya go. Even as we can get them, well not including those,"[/color] he says nodding over to the beatiful cloak and ring. Looking back down at the pile, "If ya want more take as much copper as ya wish, just don't burden yourself." With that the elf moves over to examine the cloak and ring a little more,
"Odlin, what do you make of these?" he asks his new friend, holding the items out.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Jun 11, 2008 14:59:40 GMT 1
Odlin weeps tears of relief and joy. He grabs the elf roughly and claps his comrade's back " Augustine! Augustine!" The wizard throws quick glances to chek the others are well too then his attention is diverted with the hoard...
achinca, can you PM me a list of spells i can copy from urrtarr? sorry for my earlier spells error too. hope you'll forgive me! <snip> ... moved this verbal diarrhoea about 4th ed to here incidentally, you americans are crazy! while on hols, your TV adverts claim that 30-35mpg highway is a great feature yet my Merc does 50-60 mpg on the highway and that's the least fuel efficient car i own! |
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Post by achinca on Jun 11, 2008 20:43:53 GMT 1
Urrtarr, looking drained and exhausted looks at Stadvas “Will you hold your part of the bargain and leave with whatever you want from Noak’s lair? I have my spell book ready for the wizard to copy a spell. “
Odlin, distracted by the pile of coins nearly forget that he can copy a spell. Urrtarr’book contains the following spells: Level 0 (All spells) – Level 1: burning hands, color spray, magic missiles, cause fear, sleep. With a fever due to his excitement, the dwarf copies one spell.
The group bags the entire coin pile which consists (as the group will find out later) of 12 platinum pieces, 754 gold pieces, 1,021 silver pieces and 2,435 copper pieces. In addition Ryxikor holds the ring and cloak as the elf sense that they might be special.
The group gets ready to leave and Urrtarr addresses them in the common room. “Thank you for freeing our tribe from the dragon who forced us out of our way. Please tell the villagers of Barrow’s Edge that they do not have to worry about raid anymore. We want to go back to the peaceful relationship we had before. Feel free to take Noak’s body as a proof that the things we did were not our own choice.”
What is left of the goblin tribe is surrounding Urrtarr and she looks like the matron of the tribe. Darax is sitting in the back, untied and looking completely defeating. His dreams of glory and power destroyed in one single spell by his former mate.
OOC: XP for second part of your deal with Urrtarr to come after you tell me what you are doing.
OOC2: Let me know if you are a) leaving the lair b) trying to get more c) slaughter every goblin left or d) another answer.
OOC3: Please let me know what spell Odlin chose.
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Post by Ilya on Jun 11, 2008 22:00:36 GMT 1
Stadvas produces a sack from his backpack, and detaches an iron pot that had been hanging on it, both to carry the coins in. On the way, he casts a few victorious glances at the defeated former leader.
Urrtarr's proposition is accepted proudly and happily. After all, they have saved the village now. "We could use an envoy, as a sign that you indeed want peace, don't you think?" The last question asks for confirmation from the other adventurers as well as the new matriarch.
The fighter fully focuses on his companions now. "Haven't we forgotten a few things back in the temple?" he asks in a much lower voice.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Jun 12, 2008 11:50:54 GMT 1
Nodding in acknowledgement to Stadvas' reminder, Odlin then consults with Urrtarr to copy 'magic missile' in to his spellbook. The wizard is grateful that he had the material components to scribe the ritual with him.
"Thank you matriarch Urrtarr. We will hold to our bargain and if peace blossoms from this then it is a good thing for everyone.
There is a forgotten temple to my dwarven deity nearby. We are going there to complete some studies and hope you will bear our presence a little further without fear of assault.
I wish you tranquillity and long life Urrtarr.
Odlin the Terramancer bids you farewell."
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Post by achinca on Jun 12, 2008 21:48:38 GMT 1
Urrtarr looks at Odlin with a confused look "dwarven temple? You mean the Shrine of Maglubyet? Well, until we can get another shaman, it won't be in much use so feel free to take what is your. We have no need for dwarven deities. I would love to go with you an an envoy but Darax and I are the only one who speaks common. The other goblins speak only goblins. Tell them that I will come in a day or two when I feel confident I can leave the lair without worrying about Darax or the villagers.
Do you want the body of NOak? If not we will eat her and put her stuffed head at the entrance of our lair. And please, be fast in the shrine. Your presence is really scaring the children."
She turns around and orders in goblin for some to take over as a cook and other to continue their usual tasks.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Jun 13, 2008 19:50:46 GMT 1
In the temple, Odlin stares in to the makeshift campfire as it cracks and spits. In the solitude the group reflects on their adventure. They are bloodied and tired, no longer combat virgins. The wizard wipes a grimy sleeve across his forehead, removing some dragon gore. " Well here we are gentlemen. The first steps of our journey over. Brettnor. Ryx. Thank you for your help, we'll split the treasure with you. Tomorrow I can learn magicks to uncover any arcane properties within any of the more special items we have. We have credit at the local village with the sage there to identify up to 3 items we recover.
And speaking of the village, that is where my heart grows heavy and steely." the dwarf looks at Augustine and Stadvas and he utters a single powerful word. " Jukia"
let's rest here tonight, get maxed out and then take on the village. PS: i updated the loot thread. everyone who is carrying loot, like Ryx needs to let me know if they used ony of it up (eg flasks of oil) so i can remove it from the thread. Achinca, i assume we arent going to get any gold for our loot if we kill all the villagers  |
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Post by Ilya on Jun 14, 2008 13:58:37 GMT 1
Stadvas' fingers touch the handle of his flail, and the ecstasy of victory rapidly vanishes from his face when Odlin mentions that name. "Yeah, Jukia." He gets out a deck of cards, turns it around in his fingers and stashes it away. "We 're friends with the goblins. Now we'll see if the humans aren't our new enemies. Gratitude is not their strongest side, by Kord."
He removes his dented armour, with stains of blood and visible wounds from Noak's breath, and lies down, still with the frown on his face.
I don't think we're going to kill all the villagers. Only those who happen to be in our way. And those who we can track down. After all, are supposed to be good guys.
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Post by nodaisho on Jun 15, 2008 17:47:10 GMT 1
Augustine lays his head on his pack, and tries to set up a plan. "Odlin, Stadvas, and I all still have some credit with Stern, it would be a shame to waste that, and any upgraded equipment we get might be needed if it comes to blood over Jukia. So we go in, buy what we need, then try to reason with them, after all, we did save their village, which should prove us stronger than them, even if they don't understand gratitude. If they don't listen to reason, we kick in as many doors and heads as we need to, then leave quickly. Should we get horses, in case we need to run afterwards?"
Cal, in America, we don't get the small engines or turbodiesels like you do in Europe, since gas prices are still relatively low here. Crying shame, I would love a city car, a lupo or aygo or something. 70 MPG highway? Yes please.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Jun 15, 2008 18:37:18 GMT 1
The wizard nods in agreement with both his friends. "We'll use up our credit, collect our reward and then we'll ask them for answers."
Odlin gazes at the altar absently. Remembering the new members he adds, "I know this is not your fight. Jukia is one of our own. So are you but I'll understand if you didn't want to embroil yourself in troubles that brewed before our meeting."
The dwarf quietly watches Bret and Ryx for their reply but he does not judge them harshly if they decide to avoid fighting the villagers of Barrows Edge
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Post by achinca on Jun 16, 2008 21:50:06 GMT 1
Brettnor looks at the 3 original group members. "I do not know about my companion but I will stand by you in your decision. You have shwoed my that you have true pure heart by deciding to make peace with the goblins rather than killing them. I will stand by you for this Jukia."
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OOC: XP Posted
OOC2: I will be out 06/18-06/25. Will try to put a post on tomorrow to get your appettite wet for the next module.
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Jun 17, 2008 1:29:52 GMT 1
The elf sits quietly, watching the flames dance about the small fire they built. He half-heartedly listens to the others, as they discuss future plans, and thinks of distant times and lands, frolicking through the forest with the other elves. He thinks of the loves he left behind, his close-knit family and the many maidens that have tried to settle him down to no avail. He remembers the moisture in the eyes, and the tears streaking down their faces, on the day he decided to leave the glade, everyone's except his father's. His father stood proud on that cloudless sunny morning, watching Ryxikor say his goodbyes, before he grasped him one last time in a fighters embrace, then slipping into the tight hug of a father and son saying farewell, not knowing how long it will be til they see each other again. But see each other again, they will do, they both agree.
The bright orange flames dance about, the flames dance to the pop and sizzle of the campfire, a dance only the fire knows as the flames leap up and down the wood. The elf seemingly hypnotized by the dance, reflections of the flames in his eyes. Without moving his eyes from the fire, the elf reaches to his pouch and takes out the flask of oil with the cloth tied to it. He takes out the cloth and absently discards it, replacing it with it's original cork stopper, then placing it back in his pouch. He sits watching the flames, remembering back about five years ago when he heard of a small village over-run by goblinoids, his village. He was in an inn one evening, when some pilgrims passing thru told the news of a large band of goblinoids burning and pillaging smaller communities. His hamlet was the worst, and no-one knew of survivors. And now he has become 'friends' with goblinoids? The elf is at a loss for words, conflictions tearing him up inside.
He looks to the others, "Uh what? Barrow's Edge? Uh, yes, I'll return there with you. The female was treated rather poorly." , he mumbles, gaze returning to the fire, eventually the elf is overtaken by sleep.
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Post by Caledonian Achilles on Jun 17, 2008 14:56:28 GMT 1
"Then it is decided," states Odlin with grim resolve. "We return to Barroes Edge and collect our rewards for abating the goblin menace. Then we hold our former emplyer to account over our comrade."
Slowly the dwarf stand as the firelight dances in his dark eyes, darker now with cold intent, and extends his hand in to the circle to make a pact "For Jukia!"
just to be clear: we havent allied ourselves with the goblins. we are going to punish the villagers if they have hurt our friend Jukia and refuse to free her
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Post by Ilya on Jun 17, 2008 20:36:25 GMT 1
Stadvas gets up from his resting position and nods briefly. With the same resolve portrayed on his face, the fighter follows Odlin's example and stretches his hand out as well. "For Jukia."
The other hand is clenched into a tight fist, a clear sign of his determination.
Yep, I've got nothing to add.
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Post by nodaisho on Jun 18, 2008 8:25:18 GMT 1
Augustine gets to his feet and stands next to Odlin and Stadvas. He sticks his fist into the center as well, echoing "For Jukia."
I have nothing else to add either.
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