Sorry everyone was eager to start RPing I don't beleive we will be starting the game in the Inn but, all that is still up in the air till I get character backgrounds and motivations figured out.
[sblock=PreOpening]
*clang* *clang* *thump*
"Good block," Zanword said smiling as he lowered his weapon and took a step back. The handsome half-elf wiped the sweat from his brow and took a deep breath.
"This place is so wet and humid that I believe I'll be able to breathe water before to long," he joked about the surrounding swamp land, and the mud on his boots.
His sparring partner gave a hint of a smile.
"Great place to visit you just wouldn't want to live here, right?" Aridha said still poised to fight. She was determined to learn how to use the blade in her hand, and once she put her mind on something it was hard to distract her. Wait was he trying...
Zanword lunged and his sword contected with the shield once more.
*thump* *thump*
"Good, good. Never let your guard down until you are positive the battle is over."
*clang*
Their swords met and he gave a smile at the concentration on the young human's face.
"I have a home girlly," he said still trying to get a rise out of Aridha.
"She may be in dry dock at the moment, but soon the Sea Glimmer will skim the waves and brave the storms once more."
*clang* *clang* *thump*
"Good, but the key is to use all as a weapon. To do all you can to finish your opponent before he finishes you." Zanword said pressing his attacks.
*clang* *clang* *KICK*
An unexspected boot contected with Aridha's shield and she wasn't braced for it.
**Splatt**
Aridha fell into the mud, her sword flying from her hand.
"You see, y..."
*swoosh*
Flames leaped out from Aridha causing Zanword to dodge quickly out of the way. Slipping in the mud he ended up losing his sword and, falling to his rump as well. After catching his breath, he noticed the fire wasn't even aimed close to where he had been standing. Reflex had gotten the better of him.
"And never let your guard down until you are positive the battle is over." Aridha said blowing a lock of hair out of her face, her sword hand still aflame.
Zanword raised both his hands before him in mock surrender, and started to laugh and laugh.
"Ah hem," a throat cleared gruffly. Both combanants turned to look up at an old crone standing well out of the mire on a raised knoll.
"Are you children finally done playing in the mud?" she asked in her quiet yet serious tone.
"Yes Mother." Aridha said reaching out to take Zanword's hand and then getting to her feet.
"Excellent. It is time." Her tone was one of great concern, marked with a hint of pleasure at finally getting started.
"We have people to save and a group to gather."
"Though why I care is quite beyond me," she grumbled at the end, having already turned and started heading away, leaning heavily on her absurdly gnarled cane.
Watching the old human walk back down the hard packed dirt towards camp, Aridha sighed. She wasn't sure what was going on, but Mother Rana had always done right by her so she would follow her lead. Wait.
"We could have practiced right there," Aridha said pointing to the hard earth.
"But you insisted on..." she paused a moment,
"..you were planning on kicking me the whole time!" she accused the half-elf, before punching him in the arm.
"Oww! Hey at least I thought of making it a soft fall. Don't I get any points for that?"
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Meanwhile miles away Lady Rebekah de Salignac sat at a small oval table enjoying the light cool breeze more than what passed for wine in Enstad. Keeping her eyes on the people that came and went, she was always on the look out for Rodok (that half-orc simpleton), if he caught up with her... Rebekah shuddered.
"A bit cold for you my Lady?" her female companion at the table asked. Although a half-elf like herself the two woman couldn't be more different (and not just in looks). Gwylla had spent all morning lost in a book, reading while she ate, reading while they walked, and reading now at the table her wine glass empty. When had she drank that? How could she drink that? Probably didn't even notice what it was or what it tasted like... Rebekah shuddered again this time for a different reason.
"Here you can borrow my shawl, if you like," Gwylla said starting to remove the garment.
"Allow me," a handsome Enstader said laying his coat over Rebekah's shoulders. Gwylla jumped in her seat startled, her eyes going wide. She looked about as if she wanted to find a place to hide. Instead she put her nose back in her book, but didn't see any of the words.
"A poor garment for one of such beauty I admit. But if you allow me the pleasure of your company this evening I'm sure I can find you something in silk and pearls that would befit your queenly elegance."
Rebekah doubted that. She had marked the Enstader earlier and could tell he was either a courtier seeking to move up the social ladder, or a merchant that was barely staying afloat and thought himself successful. Neither prospect was appealing.
Putting on a charming smile and batting her eyes Rebekah manage to force some color into her cheeks. The combination caused Gwylla to gasp, but a quick look (Rebekah only moving her eyes) had the wizard's nose pushed back firmly into her book. The effect had the man on his knees as he noticed none of the exchange for he could not take his eyes off Rebekah. He took her hand,
"Please, please do me the honor of dinner this night. I will ask nothing more just your company."
Rebekah paused as she saw Emmyr over the man's head. The dwarf had something in his large hand,(a bottle?). Not wanting a scene Rebekah cupped the man's face with a small warm hand. She could feel the shudder that ran through his body as she spoke,
"Tonight then. Please give your address to my ahodok* Mister Emmyr there and I will arrive an hour before dusk."
Turning the human saw the dwarf (who had set the wine bottle down on a table) putting his hands behind his back. Rising he bowed low and kissed the Lady Rebekah's hand.
"Tonight then."
Rebekah watch as the human and the dwarf conversed, Emmyr writing something down on a provided slip of paper.
"How do you do that? Is it magic? Can it be taught? And how do you get the courage to talk to men so boldly? Don't they make you feel...?" It was Gwylla's turn to shudder. Rebekah smiled for she knew all to well what Gwylla was feeling, but it was only natural after all. But so serious a scholar was the young half-elf that she probably found those natural feelings quiet distracting and probably bothersome as well.
Before she could answer though, the dwarf jingled up to the table. His armor making him sound as if he were a large coin purse being dumped on the chair he plopped down on.
"We changing plans?" he asked, pointing a thumb over his shoulder.
Rebekah felt the worn garment on her shoulders.
"No. If everything is ready we are still heading north." she said removing the coat and letting it fall.
Crumpling the paper the dwarf added it to the coat on the ground.
"Good I am tired of what passes for beer round here, and there's no work to make money to buy it, even if I did like it. The merchant said he will take us as far as Hommlet with what we paid him. If we want to go on from there we just need to pay for the next leg of his journey. But I tell you now we haven't the money to do that as it stands."
Rebekah gave a small shrug,
"I'm sure we can find a way to earn a few more coins. We'll eventually reach Verbobonc."
Emmyr nodded,
"Good, we'll take ourselves north and see what destiny has in store for us then."
The three companions left for their meeting with the traveling merchant, not knowing what large plans destiny did indeed have in store for them.
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"I ain't ridin' wit 'em! No way! No how!" the cart driver yelled as Hexiros lashed down his gear to the side of a cart. Looking to see who the man was yelling at, the dragonborn's height allowed for him to see over the cart at what was transpiring.
Three humans were standing by the only other cart in this "merchant train", one was a noticeably apart from the other two. And those two were in the midst of an arguement.
"Why not?" the merchant asked, although he new the answer.
"He stinks worse than a four day old piss pot! That's why not and that's enough!" the driver said crossing his arms.
Templeton wasn't new to this a shrugged, he had been paid, and if the merchant didn't want to have him along that was fine too.
"Good luck though getting your money back from that tavern keep," the lanky human thought to himself, a low chuckle escaped his lips nonetheless.
The laughter brought the two men's heads around and Templeton just gave a slight nod to the both of them, before stepping up towards his latest employer. The cart driver step back almost immediately.
"Oi' which one be mine to pilot Governor?" he asked doffing his hat an holding it in both hands. The aroma from inside the cap did nothing to improve the air.
"That one, that one there." the merchant said pointing and moving away.
Templeton bowed his head once more and climbed up into the drivers seat. Hexiros watched all this with a mild disgust for the actions of the two men. And then looked at the thin human covered in mismatched clothes, armor, and rat skins?. He had a small mischievous smile on his face, as though he were plotting to get back at the cart driver in some way. The dragonman saw no cause for judging a humaniod on his smell (although it was rather odd, and slightly pungent). If that stupid cart drive were hanging from a cliff would he refuse the hand of this man if he held it out. So ridiculous the judgement of some people.
Pulling himself up onto the cart he sat down next to Templeton without a word. The two humans looked up at him their jaws going slightly slack. He stared back at them, and must have had murder on his face for they both started and fell over each other getting to the seat of their own cart.
He looked over at his driver to see a slight look of puzzlement.
"Well you don't smell like a troglodyte. So I'm sure after you encounter one it will give you a new goal to aim for."
Templeton just grinned at the comment as the two women passengers loading up onto the merchant's cart caught his eye. With the assistance of a dwarf the two managed to board along with a rather large traveling chest. Then the dwarf moved over to hop into the back of the cart Templeton and Hexrios sat upon. As he walked by he gave a sniff.
"Oh, beggin' pardon please, if that was me. I just have been keeping it in so long around her." he said quietly. Templeton and Hexrios both gave way to gales of laughter, as Emmyr climbed into the back of the cart wondering what the joke was.
* ahodok = friend in orc (Rebekah figured the guy didn't speak orc)[/sblock]
[sblock=Treasure]
gnoll fight
7 spears - worthless save as scrapmetal
4 shields - also of worthless quality
2 nets - one needs mending
(3d6)[16] silver
(3d6)[10] copper
lump of blue quartz - value 10g
Javin's pay out to Hexiros and Templeton +2gp each
Bekah's shopping
HERE +29gp
Ettercap Treasure:
Here
25sp
29gp
music box: 20 gp (100gp when fixed)
cracked helm: 1 gp if sold for scrap
Blue spinel = 400gp
amethyst = 100gp
prison tower 71cp, 38sp
bandit loot
besides weapons/armor
Camping supplies enough for ten people for four days
2x explorer's packs - minus rations
84sp
6ep
6gp
11pp
citrines x2 worth 50gp each
gold chain worth 200gp
ghoul treasure
-7 vial holy water
-potion of growth
-scroll: protection from evil and good
-11gp
Templeton's Trinkets
[/sblock]
[sblock=Experience]
First week RP =
100xp
Gnoll Fight =
150xp
Skill Challenge/RP =
75xp
Monthly XP update (Sept) =
100xp
Spiders, Caps, and (Oct) =
330xp
Monthly XP update (Nov) =
150xp
Frogs, Wolf Spider, and (DEC) =
95xp
Bandits and (JAN) =
100xp
Monthly XP update (FEB) =
150xp
Monthly XP update (MAR) =
50xp
Monthly XP update (April) + Zombie Fight =
150xp
Monthly XP uddate (May) =
75xp
Monthly XP Update (June) =
75xp
Monthly XP (July) + Ghouls =
200xp
Anniversary XP =
1,000xp
[/sblock]
[sblock=Adventure Background]
Battle of Emridy Meadows[/sblock]
[sblock=Side Quests]
#1:
The Wedding Gift - COMPLETED[/sblock]
[sblock=Character Rolls]
Captain Blackpearl
-
10,
15,
11,
18,
8,
13,
10,
18,
10, 17
Aridha
-
18,
16,
8,
13,
3,
9, 12, 1, 13, 11
Rana
-
7,
11,
2,
7,
8,
19,
8, 9, 15, 12
Gwylla
-
1,
11,
19,
13, 11, 14, 15, 14, 9, 13
Hexrios
-
16,
5,
19,
8,
12, 17, 15, 12, 12, 7
Rebekah
-
1,
18,
9,
19,
17,
3, 13, 13, 8, 14
Emmyr
-
12,
18,
8,
10,
18,
16,
19,
12,
18,
12
-
13,
10, 14, 7, 16, 12, 16, 4, 3, 1
Templeton
-
19,
3,
12,
11,
10,
19,
10,
18,
8,
11
-
3,
9,
13,
20,
19,
14,
14,
5,
8,
9
- 18, 1, 16, 7, 1, 6, 2, 13, 9, 16 [/sblock]
[sblock=Houserules]
Arcane Lock is a ritual spell for Abjuers only[/sblock]
"Ah, travelers," says a well to do bearded human from across the room. "Welcome! Welcome to the Inn of the Welcome Wench!" he says with a curt nod of his head.
