Fayne listens quietly, leaning against his polearm. Perhaps if someone offered some coin to track down these gnolls, he might well be interested...or perhaps he could simply loot a few dead gnolls. Either way, it was best to remain quiet for now.
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"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Abrielle came to the site, panting beneath the weight of her backpack. "I should make a man carry this for me!" She looked around and saw everyone gathered around the weeping man. It was obvious that a search party would be formed, and she wanted to be a part of it. "Time to go on an adventure." She waited silently for constable Dawnhorn to speak.
Abrielle blushed. "Oh, did I say this out loud? Well if you would be so kind to carry my backpack i would be grateful. My name is Abrielle Elaéyadar, but you can call me Abby." The Elf smiled beguilingly and brushed off a stray lock of copper-coloured hair. She sized up the Dwarf - "He looks strong... And a good fighter. It is good that he does not bear any malice towards Elves."
OOC: When Abby thinks i use plain text with italics, when she speaks it's orange coloured. Just an FYI.
Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
Uncle Niles nods slowly and says quietly to Evanar "If that's what ya wanna do, boy, I ain't gonna stop ya. 'Less yer plannin' t' go alone."
Constable Dawnhorn finishes going over strategies, numbers, and duty rosters in her head, and states "Very well, I will have this matter looked into as well. But it sounds like a smaller or less clever force than the bandits that assaulted the Calishite's caravan. So I'll be heading up the investigation into the Calishite's attackers myself, and these two will handle matters over here for now." She gestures to indicate the two guardsmen that followed her from the Barracks.
Turning to face them, she orders "Check the guardposts at the gate and make certain the West Gate is secure. Then track down the gnolls and dispatch them. If anyone else at the Barracks can be spared to assist, I'll send them after you. Right now I'm heading back to the Barracks to gather men for the Calishite's bandit problem. Get to work."
By this point, the Mystran priest apparently decides that he's not needed anymore, and not likely to receive any donation for Mystra's temple, so he departs for said temple.
Lastly, Ellaria addresses the other people standing around in the West Gate Plaza. "If any of you have a personal stake in the Calishite's caravan, you can meet me in the North Gate Plaza in about twenty minutes. By then I should have ten or so guards ready to begin searching for his attackers, but I suspect they'll be on their way out of the area by now with their spoils, so it may take as much as a week to catch up with them, and he didn't really give a good account of their combat ability, so I do not know what we'll face at that time."
She continues, "I probably can't spare more men to hunt down the gnolls, however, so if any of you share the dwarf's sentiment on killing some gnolls, it would be appreciated if you went along with Tarven and Merrick to help dispatch the gnoll pack. They're opportunistic, but I doubt they'd focus on a single cart if they were strong enough to risk attacking a better-protected and richer wagon or caravan. Might be I could pay out a bounty on the gnolls."
With that, Ellaria strides back to the Guard Barracks for reinforcements.
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"Then I'll leave my prays with you, lady Ellaria. I'll help these persons in locating and eradicating the gnolls, so you have less amount of problems when you get back. As for the martial capabilities of the bandits, they have moderate expertise in what they do, but with their numbers decimated, I don't think they'd suppose much of a threat to you experienced guards, and yourself. I hope this token of trust I'm giving you helps to heal the injuries my words had done. I bid you farewell." The man bows. "Oh, and before you leave... I'll ask you to show no mercy on them, as they didn't show it with my people."
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Mri'Thas: "Useless primates... " Sheng Zim: "Your existence brings the world out of balance. The chaos I bring shall revert it; unfortunately, your soul will be destroyed in the process."
-------------------------------------- Tuk Heavy Hands Apeldan: "Trolls are afraid to cats. Good to know" (Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult") Cnosos: "I bet there's plenty of wonderful devices in that ship. Let's scavenge them at once!" (Blackrat's "After Earth") Metliz: Sounds like fun! (Arkandus's "The First") Thok: "Thok eats a lot, Thok big. Thok not good at first impressions." (MnL's "Valley of the Dead")
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"its ok unccle, I 'll be with Storn. bight be a while before i get back to Auntie's apple pies though. Don't let her worry, I am making it safe for your caravan as musch as any one else." He shakes Uncle niles' hand , gathers his belongings and walks to Storn's side
"Uncle Niles sent me to keep an eye on you. make sure you get back to shadow dale ok." His face is showing a wide smile of bright teeth.
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Evanare is sporting a backpack, a bastard sword, dagger, morning star and a rather wickid looking hunting bow. what he hunts is it not immediately known, but it is not good to be on the business end of the bow at any time.
Fayne smiles at the mention of a possible bounty on gnolls. It isn't a pleasant smile, but it is a smile nonetheless. The tall, lanky man takes a step closer to the guardsman and the others who have volunteered for this endeavor, the haft of his polearm clicking against the cobbles sharply. "I too offer my aid in tracking and slaying these gnolls."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Guys I am quite sick and I'm going home to get better. This will mean no internet however. I guess I will be back next Monday. Abby can be NPCed by Arkhandus - she will try to stay away from melee combat, in stead using her bardic music or her bow. And of course if there is anything to talk to, she will be the one
The two guardsmen are surprised to see so many volunteers. So, too, is Rickard. He says "Oh, thank you all! Please, bring my son back safe! I.....I'm exhausted.....but I'll show you which way I came from."
One guardsman, with short black hair, blue eyes, and a hawkish face, says "We appreciate the help. I'm Tarven, and this fellow's Merrick. Follow as you're able." The other guard has sandy blonde hair and dark blue eyes, with a broader face and bigger eyebrows. Both wear chain shirts over their guard uniforms, with longswords and saps hanging from their belts, crossbows slung across their backs.
The guards march out from the West Gate, and Rickard follows for a moment to point them in the right direction, before walking back through the gate to rest. He slumps on a bench, worrying but hopeful now that someone's going to rescue his son.
OOC: Another update later or on Monday to move things forward.
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