"On such a day as this how could we not spare some coin for the clergy. May it help those in need as you travel north."
The small creature takes the gold and lifts his face, it's a Halfling woman
she smiles kindly as she place the coins in the pocket. What news do you bring from the north kind strangers and we shall tell you what's going on in the south hills.
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
"Peace be upon you pilgrims. In the North the aligned lands remain vigilant against ploys of Old Wicked and maneuvers of his empire and agents. There is little news though as his armies are quiet and the nations mostly focus on their own peoples for the moment. The storm has kept many indoors and you are the first travellers we have seen in a while. It is a good rain, it will refresh the earth and lead to bountiful harvests which the lands can use as many still recover from the great wars. Are you come from the South with news to share?"
Korbryn stands vigilant nearby, quietly observing these pilgrims while his companions converse with them. He has heard many tales of brigands posing as innocent travelers, and is determined that nobody takes him by surprise. Still, news from the south would be most welcome, and the dwarf takes care to remain close enough to hear the conversation.
We came from the blessed Elven kingdom of Celene, we passed the Kron from the eastern road.
She says with a smile and offers you a unique piece of yellow Halfling's bread. Wild animals kept a distance from us, but we encountered several hobgoblins wandering west of the Emraldy river and dealt with them.
She uncovers her sword's sheath for you to see. We saw weird, heavily garbed humans, taking distance from us a mile ahead and vanish into the hills. We spent two days in Hommlet, collecting donations from the people, it a peaceful place.
She turns to the other pilgrims and speak in the mother tongue of the Halflings, she then turn back. We must depart, we intend to reach the free city by evening, may Cyrrollalee protects you kind strangers.
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
"Peace be upon you pilgrims. One question before you go, how were these humans garbed?"
As brown as the ground you step on
Replies one with a squeaky voice Nahh.. Deep yellow, like the color of the beautiful sunflowers in our homeland
Reply a fat Halfling, The female that shared her bread with you turns to you. It was like they dipped their robes in honey … yes, honey like color.
As they walk and become farther away from you, they can still be heard arguing on the exact color of the human's garbs
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
Miltiades nods in farewell to the pilgrims, putting the information into place.
"Thank you Kid. Could you track these ocher garbed men if we came across signs of their presence? Moreso then the old sites of Hommlette and the overthrown temple, these men may be at the heart of what we search for currently. And only a mile ahead is the point of last contact."
Smiling as the smallfolk could not recall the exact details, Lenuran looked over to the others with the first genuine smile upon his face all day.
"I have no doubt that to their eyes they all looked the same. Most pilgrims strive to see what is in the inside more than the out."
Looking down the road, Lenuran adjusted himself in the saddle to ease the cramps he felt growing in his legs.
"While the oddly dressed men might be something for us to concern ourselves over, they very well could have been hunters poaching and did not desire to be caught. We must temper the feelings of mistrust that seek to settle around us until we have seen the truth with our own eyes."
Shrugging his shoulders, Lenuran knew that the others would do as they felt best, but did not want them to enter Hommlet thinking the world had quickly turned into a pit of vipers.
"Thank you Kid. Could you track these ocher garbed men if we came across signs of their presence? Moreso then the old sites of Hommlette and the overthrown temple, these men may be at the heart of what we search for currently. And only a mile ahead is the point of last contact."
"Might be able to find their trail, but not track 'em. I'm a forward scout, not tracker, friend."
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Edirion, who remained silent during the whole incident, a sour expression upon his face, now speaks
"The information was well worth a silver piece. Pilgrims usually trust too much on their patron, asking him to deliver them from enemies, halflings are brave folk, and for their own good trust in their steel for protection." The tone is not of a casual comment, but more aking to that one would use when delivering information to help, as some kind of advice.
He shifts a little his position on the saddle.
"No prayer can save the lives of the faithful..."
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I do it because I simply love this game.
Level 10, essence of D&D as of November 17 2006
Wizard paralyzed, samurai 6 hp, your Fiend Hunter down to 4 hp and 1 Con, surrounded by four dead Bebilith and one still alive...
Without sheathing the greatsword, with shaky hands unstoppers the small vodka bottle, swallow it down, and hurl it at the still standing demonic spider while yelling "come and get me!" just to allow the samurai to get the edge.
Riding forward to track the garbed humans the pilgrims talked about, you spot nothing and decide to continue with your journey, this time more aware to the surroundings.
Second Godsday, Coldeven. 11/3/600
It's a two and a half days travel to Hommlet, but there are inns and Taverns along the road for the passers by and many merchants, the rocky Kron hills are covered in the springs with beds of wild flowers and green grass, Cypress trees are scattered around, in the third day of travel the rain stops and you can see wild horses and wild goats grazing the land around you, by noon you arrive to Hommlet. A stone fortress lies on a rocky hill far to the south east, Lenuran recognize the middle tower as the former place where Burne and Rufus lived, They built an impressive keep as the time passed.
Several farmers wave as you pass o the road, a quick question reveals that if drink and food you desire, the famous inn of the welcome wench and Terrigan's are the places you seek, if accommodation you want, try the Welcome wench, as this is the only place to sleep in an appropriate bed. Although nice, the farmers are suspicious at the look of an armed band.
The roads leads into the center of town, most of the buildings are private homes, but you pass along a small wooden temple of Ehlonna, a golden-haired woman sits on a stool outside and read a book, on the other side of the road lies the Temple of Pelor, a tall, thin, pale and prematurely balding man swoops the floor with a broom just outside the temple, he stops and smiles, an impressive red roofed church of St. Cuthbert is the next building and the Old Trading post Lenuran spoke of lies adjacent to a stone bridge and a strong streamed river , there is an Halfling sitting on the stairs that leads to the Trading post
As you pass the road he stands and smiles. Come, come inside strangers
He calls and motions you to stable your horses near the house. Adventurers I guess? Come … come, very cheap prices.
accomodation
Accommodation along the way – please update your wealth according to the inn you desire to sleep in the 2 days that have passed since you reached to Hommlet.
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
Korbryn removes his visored helmet and tucks it in the crook of his arm as he glances about. He gaze eventually lands upon the halfling storekeep. "What wares do ye peddle, small one?"
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Passing in front of the temples doesn't precisely attract the elf's attention, but before Ehlonna's temple he bows, utters a silent prayer for the souls of his past and present companions, and continues down the path.
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Staying his ground, Edirion looks at the stables... at the halfling... and waits for him to answer Korbryn's question. He will stable Nightwind here... just wants to know who he is leaving him with first.
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Originally Posted by Trainz
I do it because I simply love this game.
Level 10, essence of D&D as of November 17 2006
Wizard paralyzed, samurai 6 hp, your Fiend Hunter down to 4 hp and 1 Con, surrounded by four dead Bebilith and one still alive...
Without sheathing the greatsword, with shaky hands unstoppers the small vodka bottle, swallow it down, and hurl it at the still standing demonic spider while yelling "come and get me!" just to allow the samurai to get the edge.
The Kid takes in the new town with an open eye. Not quite the urban style he was used to, but he had been enough small towns to know his way around. At the churches, he thinks, Church row, eh? and smiles to himself.
At the general store, he stops and looks down at the store owner, first making sure any markings of Furyondy on his gear are well hidden---his usual practice. "Any jerky? Fruit? 'Bout time for a road repast."
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We brought small boxes of rare spices from the west, to spice up your food when you adventure in the wild.
He says in excitement. Dry ration, cloth, cloaks, lamps, oil, tool kits, just name it master dwarf.
He spread his arms as to show the availability of goods in his store. Say… that is a nice Amulet.
He syas and look at Llewellyn
OOC: Every thing in the PHB can be found here. As for weapons, several martial and simple weapons can be found here as well.
This is a place where you can sell loot if you want.
As for magical items, you'll need to ask him
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Zirat Igruf, Gladiator (Rhun's ToEE): OOC ; IC ; RG
Korbryn rolls his eyes at the halfling proprieter's mannerisms. Still, it would be best to make nice with the local merchantfolk. "Would ye perchance have a mite of pipeweed? After much time on the road, a smoke and drink would be most appreciated."
"Maybe tomorrow, for the time being... you better take good care of Nightwind..." taking a pair of gold coins from his pouch...
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Originally Posted by Trainz
I do it because I simply love this game.
Level 10, essence of D&D as of November 17 2006
Wizard paralyzed, samurai 6 hp, your Fiend Hunter down to 4 hp and 1 Con, surrounded by four dead Bebilith and one still alive...
Without sheathing the greatsword, with shaky hands unstoppers the small vodka bottle, swallow it down, and hurl it at the still standing demonic spider while yelling "come and get me!" just to allow the samurai to get the edge.
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