(Adventure) In Service of Orussus (dpdx judging)

[Creamsteak]

This thread begins the hunt for the mercenaries of Brigand's road.

After everyone reports in, we can begin.

[Ghostknight]

Originally Posted by Creamsteak

This thread begins the hunt for the mercenaries of Brigand's road.

After everyone reports in, we can begin.

Harwin here.

[Sleeping Dragon]

Avlogg is in.

[Mithreander]

Folowing Harwin to the location specified in the notice, THoria looks around, unconscously flexing her fingers on her mace.

Noticing DD is not there, she turns to see if the gladiator was following. Seeing her come up behind THoria, she smiles and turns to the others.

"We supposed to meet someone here?"

[Kahuna Burger]

Originally Posted by Mithreander

Noticing DD is not there, she turns to see if the gladiator was following. Seeing her come up behind THoria, she smiles and turns to the others.

"We supposed to meet someone here?"

In spite of her longer legs, sara has fallen behind due to the distraction of trying to ballance an empty mug on the tip of her sword. "Yeah, to determine if we're good enough to fight their ogre. I think there's a story like this about a cat and a briar patch... or maybe a fox and a bell. I dunno, I haven't heard bedtime stories since..." she pauses and for the first tiniest moment actually looks a little serious, but shakes it off with a laugh as the mug falls to the ground. "Well, unless you count the one about the high priest who fell into the pit while blessing his champion and went three out of five throws with a dire ape! Old Roger used to tell that one all the time..."

[Skyman]

"You very confusing, human!" exclaims Groggnir. "You talk about things we not know about." Despite his short legs Groggnir seems to have no trouble keeping up with the others. In fact in his impatience he keeps moving ahead, then sighing and turning around to wait.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, I was on vacation with no comp access.

[Ghostknight]

Harwin looks at Sara wistfully. Shakes his head and starts to speak.

We often used to be told stories, many times during the day. When we woke up as we got dressed, while having midmorining snacks, at lunch, tea time, and while being bathed before going to sleep. They were meant to be educational, religiously and secular.

Entertaining, yep, but hardly enough to educate. We though the world was so much simpler and easier than it actually was. My friends and I thought being heroes was easy, well they are all dead now and I can hardly look at the people back home.

Well, I can now get my revenge against giants, and ogres are just like any others! Maybe when I have rid the world of enough of these scourges I will eventually be able to go home. Right now I cannot bear their complacency and acceptance of the world as it stands!

Patting his sword and axe he moves forward, looking around for whomever it is that is supposed to me meeting with them.

[Creamsteak]

I'm announcing a temporary delay. This game will start in about 2 days, I think.

[Aranel]

((I know its been suspended but I'm just saying 'here'))

Karcer had followed along quietly, watching and listening. Her axe was carried over her right shoulder, held by both hands, ready to swing it at anything. Looking around for something that needed cutting down. That human was damned tall...
Maybe she could cut off a couple of inches...it would make the creature easier to talk to. That made sense. Then she'd be normal height and thank Karcer too.

Hmm...The halfling was too short...could use a few inches. Maybe Karcer could take off the humans extra height...and add it to the Halfling?

She kept thinking that over as they had stopped, seemingly waiting for someone...

[Creamsteak]

The High Court of Orussus sits on a stepped marble base on the northwest corner of the city. In front of the facility is a granite statue of a massive dwarf weilding a huge spiked club in his left hand as if the man was dragging it behind him. The statue is labled, "In the name of Morg, In Service of Orussus."

The court itself is a huge granite work originally a temple for a bastion of good-aligned minotaurs that ruled this region hundreds of years ago. The massive doors, meant to impress even a giants stature, are a sign to their history. The only religious symbols that adorn this simple location now are that of the horn-like columns that act as the superstructure for the domed building, and the statement across the dome written in giant, "Honor be damned, we live to be free."

Once ushered into a main antechamber, you are all sat down to a comfortable seeting arrangement consisting of a three fourths crescent of cushioned resting couches. A chandelier made of bronzes sits above, unlit in the daylight hours.

A young priestess of the law is the courtier to your activities, wearing the tan colored linens of an oath-holder to the court. After ushering everyone in, she makes her first request, "We will be offering you a meal, but I have been unable to judge whether you would prefer to take it before or during the meeting. Judge Zimir will be here shortly. Oh, and thank you for coming..."

[Ghostknight]

Harwin looks at his companions. Noticing that no one has yet spoken up he stands and addresses the courtier.

I for one would prefer to discuss the job first and then eat. We can then use the meal time to organise our thoughts and discuss how best to go about the job.

[Aranel]

Karcer had been examinging the building with something close to awe. "Izza nice place. Bit ova waste o' rock." she mumbled alloud.

Once thy had been shown inside to the seats, she'd sat on the cushion, poking it slightly and noting the comfort was something everyone seemed to share. There was nothing wrong with a moss covered branch...Or heather or braken to rest on.
Though she had to admit it was more comfortable.
Swinging her legs and idly kicking the air beneath, behind and ahead of her feeet she felt that all the talking was best done without her involvement. She knew what she was good at. Hitting things. Hard, until they died.
Or taking off ears.

Her gaze fell on the two speakers so far and more importantly their ears, noting that neither of them has any bit of ear missing. Or any pointy-ness about their ears either.
Nothing she could replace her missing one with.

[Creamsteak]

Originally Posted by Ghostknight

Harwin looks at his companions. Noticing that no one has yet spoken up he stands and addresses the courtier.

I for one would prefer to discuss the job first and then eat. We can then use the meal time to organise our thoughts and discuss how best to go about the job.

The courtier then states... "I am sorry, but that is not an option. There are strict rules concerning a contract of this nature, one which deals with the nature of bounty hunting. One of these rules provides that you must take a meal in our den before or during your discussion."

The courtier smiles a bit, then restates, "So would you prefer to take the meal now, or wait until the judge is ready?"

[Ghostknight]

Originally Posted by Creamsteak

The courtier smiles a bit, then restates, "So would you prefer to take the meal now, or wait until the judge is ready?"

With a smile Harwin looks at the others

I fear you misubderstood me. I believe it would be better to meet the Judge first, then for us, those going to do the job, to sit and eat together and make plans.

However, if the Judge is not ready for us then perhaps we should eat now and he can see us when he is ready.

With a quick bow Harwin resumes his seat.

[Mithreander]

THoria smiles at the lady. "Yes, a meal now would be appreciated. Tell me, are the meetings so long that you must feed the participants, or is there some other reason for this tradition?"

Thoria had selected a seat close to the center of the semi-circle, in hopes to be able to exert her oppinions better, enjoying the soft seats just a bonus.

They sure want to make us confortable, but to what end? Throw us off? she thinks as she ponders this question, looking up at the chandalier above.

[Fangor the Fierce]

With a sound of the main doors opening, a Dwarf enters the chamber. He looks around the room, inspecting everything, yet not seemingly impressed. He sees the group before him and walks over to the left side of the cushioned seats, sitting down and a little away from the others to gather his impressions before he speaks.

I am Fangor. I heard of free food and possibly fighting from some locals. Have I found the right place?

He seems to have diverted his questions to Harwin, who was talking with the courtier. Fangor sits with a false sense of relaxation, yet he always has his hand on the hilt of his waraxe, ready for anything.

He is covered in tattooes, adorning his arms, chest, neck and back. He seems untrusting, yet content to be here at this moment.

[Creamsteak]

The courtier smiles with a full grin on her face before she says, "that is most excellent. The judge will be with you soon enough. This tradition was established long ago, during the first inquisition of Orussus." She pauses for a second, and squints her eyes a bit when she says, "It is meant to limit the number of taints that can be brought in front of a judge of Orussus. Hunger being one of them."

When the dwarf enters, the lady courtier says, "Oh my... you did not follow policy coming here alone! That is unacceptable! Erm..." she pauses, smiles, and then squints again before saying, "I'm sorry. I am perhaps a little tired I suppose. You can house with this group, I assume you are here for the same purpose as they have come to see."

The courtier then leaves for a minute...

[Fangor the Fierce]

Fangor, looking at the courtier with a bit of a grin, just shrugs off the comment.

"There was word of an Ogre needing to be taken down. My waraxe would like to lend it's edge in this matter." He taps the hilt of his waraxe so that they are sure to see it's keen edge, newly sharpened.

He turns toward Groggnir and Avlogg. "If that means I have to accompany these gobbos, then so be it, as long as they stay out of my way."
Upon sitting down, he notices Sara sitting on the seated cushion, apparently a little toasty from the recent perusing of the local ales. He just sighs at her, hoping she can prove her worth in battle.

He looked over at Karcer, sizing him up. Noticing that Karcer was staring at the two speakers, he wondered what was going on in that tiny mind.

Harwin was still conversing with the courtier and his attention turned toward Thoria. Now this was a dwarf of the opposite sex and apparently versed in the ways of battle. Her armour and shield showed signs of great use, and so he thought that she might prove worthy enough. But only time will tell.

[Kahuna Burger]

Originally Posted by Fangor the Fierce

Fangor, looking at the courtier with a bit of a grin, just shrugs off the comment.

"There was word of an Ogre needing to be taken down. My waraxe would like to lend it's edge in this matter." He taps the hilt of his waraxe so that they are sure to see it's keen edge, newly sharpened.

He turns toward Groggnir and Avlogg. "If that means I have to accompany these gobbos, then so be it, as long as they stay out of my way."

[ooc] before the courtier gets out the door, I'd perfer if things weren't considered settled by npc's before any pc's got to comment.[/ooc]
"Terribly sorry" Sara says with a lazy grin, seeming relaxed but entirely unimpaired. "I think you misunderstood the notice. Gotta say, NOT hard to do as weird as it was written. But they were looking for a group to come to them already formed - or more than one group to compete. we all got together in the inn, and agreed that we could get along and help each other, so we came together." Her grin goes away, though the lazy confidence remains. "It seems you don't get along with us all, and I've got this tingling in my thumbs that tells me I won't get along with you, so presenting yourself as part of this group without consulting any of us is... whats that fancy word for doing something to soon..." She glances around for a second then grins again. "Premature! thats it! Just like me!"

She looks at the courtier. "This dwarf came here alone. I just tried one job where people just 'tolerated' each other, and it didn't work out well, so I'd thank you not to break your own rules and make our gang for us."

[ooc]Fangor, if you'd like to roleplay being accepted into the group for this mission, that would be all well and good, but one of the advantages I personally saw in the "shifting voluntary parties" aspect of LEW was not working around obstructionist characters because "its the party." I will be roleplaying honest responses to your character, up to and including voting not to include him in the party. its nothing personal, just enjoying the advantage of finaly having a party that isn't held together by metagaming.[/ooc]

[Fangor the Fierce]

She looks at the courtier. "This dwarf came here alone. I just tried one job where people just 'tolerated' each other, and it didn't work out well, so I'd thank you not to break your own rules and make our gang for us."

[ooc]Fangor, if you'd like to roleplay being accepted into the group for this mission, that would be all well and good, but one of the advantages I personally saw in the "shifting voluntary parties" aspect of LEW was not working around obstructionist characters because "its the party." I will be roleplaying honest responses to your character, up to and including voting not to include him in the party. its nothing personal, just enjoying the advantage of finaly having a party that isn't held together by metagaming.[/ooc]

Somewhat bewildered at the clarity of the Humans voice, after the seemingly "toasty" portrayal earlier, Fangor grins.

"It seems that you are under the impression that I was mistaken on the notice. I am well aware of the posting, and must admit that I overheard your group talking and discussing the matter of, how did you put it halfling? Turning to Harwin "Hitting Ogres"? Before I was able to manage my way to the bar and introduce myself, you had made your way to this place. My short legs kept me a little behind you, but I managed to make it. If you feel that my Waraxe would not serve you in this matter, than that is your choice Human. I hold no grudges, looking at the Gobbos, and meant no grudge to be started. Ogres helped raze my village and I am only inclined at righting a wrong that was done. So what say you?"


[ OOC ]- I had emailed the moderator Creamsteak and had asked if it would be too late to join. He said to go ahead and make my way to the group and that is what I did. No offense taken, as roleplaying has it's place.[ OOC]