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Post by Ilya on Nov 13, 2009 18:23:32 GMT 1
The wagons creaked to a halt at almost exactly the same time the sun finished sinking behind the line of trees to the west, which continued to the north.
Three men descended, each from their own wagon. They had expected to be coming home with empty wagons, but the wagons had a valuable cargo: four heroes. The teenage son of one of the men, a broad, low young man that looks like he's part dwarf, moving to the wagon in which Taliea is sitting, offers a rough hand for her to descend.
"Welcome to Sixhomes, I s'pose." one of the farmers who were so kind to bring them greets them.
But, wait a moment. What were these four, two half-elves, a full-blooded elf and a dwarf doing in Kamnia, a region renown for its good, if expensive wines and beautiful forests, and only a few decades ago home to some of the greatest golemcrafters of the realm?
The group was contacted and requested, with promise of appropriate payment, of course, by a wizard to perform some investigative action at the surprisingly and unexpectedly long absence of his apprentice, and they had gone here. Well, not all of them, since Kurt had more important things to do which only he could do. The self-proclaimed Maitre left together with them, but along the way, proved practically that setting a tavern on fire because the ale is expensive will get you in jail, and that you can't claim it was a fire hazard and you had nothing to do with it when half the city heard you screech cries of, at first, anger and then of victory.
But, back to our story. "Welcome to Sixhomes, I s'pose." the farmer said, looking at the heavily, and strangely, equipped travelers. "Sorry we're later than 'xpected, but tha' mud..."
As he spoke, the lights in the village's windows began to glow visibly as the sun's light died. It was apparently a nice, quiet hamlet. What they lived off was obvious: arriving from the east, the foursome had seen plenty of fields and pastures.
Feel free to comment on DMing style, writing style, interpretation of the rules or anything else at any time you wish. I'll gladly listen to such comments.
I expect I'll make mistakes in all those categories and more, and knowing what they are is, at the very least, useful.
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Post by She-Elf on Nov 13, 2009 18:37:14 GMT 1
Taliea takes the hand of the man offering to help her out of the wagon, thanking him with a polite and surprisingly lady-like smile for the Ranger.
Her eyes drift to the lit windows of the village, their promise of warmth makes the Ranger shiver at the night air.
Taliea waits while her comrades exit the wagon, she looks out for an inn of somekind where she imagines they will be spending the night.
Spot 1d20(8)+6=14
Great writing style, by the way!
Cal edit [lurking, and not wanting to add an OOC post]: i heartily second that motion! and i'd like to confer upon you a multitude of kudos for writing house rules incorporating the word 'quadratically'. arf!
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Post by Ilya on Nov 13, 2009 23:43:06 GMT 1
Not more than a gathering of houses, this village is apparently too small and too remote to need an inn, or it's just not visible. With no large roads passing through this idyllic, quiet landscape, it would be hard to run one, anyway.
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Nov 16, 2009 3:52:16 GMT 1
Riding with his arms crossed and a frown on his face, Theodorre bounces along with the wagon, grumbling at every bump and rut in the unkept dirt road. He watches as dusk comes and goes, wondering when they might arrive at this new town they were requested to. Once the wagons finally come to a halt, Theo lightly jumps out, looking for the nearest tavern, "What? No tavern? Where do we stay? Where do I, um I mean, we drink and eat?" he whispers to the elven ranger. He looks around, wondering, "But where do we go to try this magnificent wine?"
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Post by She-Elf on Nov 16, 2009 21:40:16 GMT 1
Taliea responds to the Wizard's question with a shrug. "I thought there'd be an inn, but perhaps if they've requested our services, someone might offer us a bed in their home." She smiles at the thought of a hot homecooked meal.
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Post by Ilya on Nov 16, 2009 21:56:30 GMT 1
"Uhm, yeah, I think ya can stay with us... we don't 'ave any free beds, though... Ya could sleep in the hay, I think. I mean, we don't usually have any visitors here, maybe a merchant every now 'n then..." the same farmer pronounces, scratching his head and looking back at one of the houses, presumably the one where he lives. A hearty smile appears on his lips. "Ya can eat with us, too, don't you worry 'bout tha'. My wife's a great cook! 'bout the wine... I don't think we've got any of the 'xpensive stuff, we're not barons 'round here..." He chuckles slightly.
She-Elf, the town just happened to be nearby, and the farmers thought you could use a lift. Your services have been requested by a wizard (back in the city) whose apprentice went missing.
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Post by achinca on Nov 16, 2009 22:08:16 GMT 1
Alyana jumps of the wagon, purposely refusing the farmer's offer to help. She looks around, visibly in a bad mood that Kurt, after all the effort she did to resucitate him left to run his errands. Although she is glad Kerzeme has taken a sabbatical, she is still mad at Kurt.
She sees the small village and rolls her eyes "Last job was lost in the icelands. Now it is in a village in the middle of nowhere. Why can't we be hired to protect some rich loyalty and have silk sheet and good feather matresses?"
"Stop whining Theo. May be there is a cute man for you to try to kiss in this Corellon Larethian forgotten place ....."
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Post by Ilya on Nov 16, 2009 22:49:29 GMT 1
The farmer doesn't seem to be very offended by Alyana's comments about the comfort here. "Nobody's makin' ya, if ya don't want to." he says with a shrug. "So who were ya lookin' for? Black-haired dwarf, right, 'n' a goatee? Looks kind of like he's not all 'ere? What'd'ya say he was wearin'?"
The farmer has forgotten that, in the description you were given and which you have repeated to him, Bof-Anssun, the apprentice, was wearing brown, dirt-coloured robes and a green cloak over it.
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Nov 17, 2009 15:50:07 GMT 1
The man's words don't even register to Theodorre, focusing on the words of Alyana, and thinking to himself it's time to part ways with this group, Maybe at the next large town. I can at least use them to help me arrive there safely. If all the wench can focus on is me in a drunken stupor and mistaking the sorceror for another wench, she won't let it go. Maybe that's it, she's jealous. Well she needs to get laid soon and leave me alone, cause I can definitely find better compnay than this. He continues thinking of abandoning this group if the subject of kissing another man is brought up again.
"Drop it, wench! I was drunk, give it a rest! Why don't you use that dried up thing between your legs, instead of bashing me all of the time!"
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Post by Ilya on Nov 17, 2009 16:35:34 GMT 1
The farmer raises his eyebrows and backs away a small step, raising his hands. "Hey, hey, there's no need t'start fightin'..." he says.
His broadly built son looks up at him with a smirk, and looks much less taken aback by the exchange of friendly comments between the adventurers. "Are these guys always like that or are we getting a special show?" he asks Taliea, next to whom he's standing.
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Post by achinca on Nov 17, 2009 22:44:22 GMT 1
Alyana stands tall (All 5.2) to Theodore "That thing as you call it trust me is quite the opposite of dry. Not that you probably have seen or enjoyed one! Now if there was a real man around here, may be, I would use it."
"d**n human! All talk and no action!"
She turns towards Taliea and winks. She always find the bumbling arcanist to be cute when mad!
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Post by She-Elf on Nov 18, 2009 19:34:22 GMT 1
Taliea refuses to be sucked into Alyana and Theo's "discussion" and instead addresses the farmer. "I thought that now our sorcerer friend had left us, this type of thing would stop. Apparently I was wrong."
Changing the subject hastily, she adds, "To answer your earlier question, yes the hay would be fine. Thank you."
She hazards a glance in the direction of her comrades, hoping they've finished their little display.
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Post by Ilya on Nov 21, 2009 0:23:19 GMT 1
"Uhm. Good, good." The other members of the small caravan have already left for their homes, and you notice that you're the only ones still standing in the slowly cooling, but still quite pleasant, night air.
The farmer tells his son to take care of the wagon, and the broad teenager guides the horses away. "So, if hay's okay with you, this way."
He leads the way, through the village, between the small houses, until you reach your destination. Most of the buildings in the city look the same: crude, but solid, woodwork, and walls made from woodwork that's difficult to call refined. He stops before the crude wooden door, and turns back. His face is illuminated oddly by lines of slightly flickering light seeping through the holes between the rather crude door's planks.
With a slightly creak, the door opens, and the warmer air from inside wafts over you, together with a pleasant, homely smell. The farmer leads those who have followed him into a large room, which appears to take up at least half of the building. A small fireplace is burning against one wall, about half a dozen chairs are standing around a table. A small spinning wheel occupies one corner, in another, there's a stack of logs. The farmer takes off his sheepskin vest, and throws it on a chair casually, in the same motion offering the chairs to the adventurers.
"Ya can sit down. I'll be right back." he says, heading out through another door at the opposite end of the room.
With a loud clang, the dwarf accepts that offer, looking around and taking the room up.
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Post by She-Elf on Nov 24, 2009 18:40:20 GMT 1
Taliea follows the farmer to his home and gladly accepts his invitation to sit in the warm room. Taking in the scent her belly grumbles loudly and she mutters an embarrassed apology.
Taliea thanks the farmer for offering seats and she sits beside her dwarven comrade.
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Post by puffthemagicdragon on Dec 2, 2009 15:35:10 GMT 1
In a huff, Theodorre follows the others to where they will sleep this night. Once the others find their sleeping hay, Theo snorts in disdain, he then moves off to where there isn't any itchy hay and starts pulling thick soft blankets and plush pillows out of his magical haversack. After he gets comfortable on his pallet, the wizard is soon asleep.
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