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<blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 2572860" data-attributes="member: 15549"><p><strong>Jorun</strong>:[sblock] You had long since learned that when your father called for someone, it was not in their best interest to keep him waiting, even if it meant that your breakfast would be taken cold this morning.</p><p></p><p>Walking through the stone keep that housed the soldiers of the garrison, you quickly came to your father’s door and unconsciously adjusted your sword belt and glanced to make sure that your tunic was clean and pressed.</p><p></p><p>Knocking on the door, you waited a moment before opening it and speaking the greeting all soldiers serving under Captain Tolliver Trask, decorated officer of the Greyhawk wars and garrison commander of Diamond Lake, were required to say, son or no son of the man himself.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: silver">”Sergeant Jorun Trask reporting for duty, sir.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: red">”Enter Sergeant, and close the door behind you.”</span></p><p></p><p>Stepping inside your father’s office once again you were reminded that all the man knew was how to be a soldier. His bed was a simple canvas cot, and had been since your mother had passed away, and while some officers had moved feathered beds into their quarters, all knew that when Tolliver said he would sleep as privates did, he meant it. His desk was covered with small neat stacks of documents that awaited his signature, blessing, or thoughts and while you remember growing up hearing him say that it would be paper not steel that finally killed him, it was not until you began serving with him that you fully understood the depth of that statement.</p><p></p><p>As the door closed, the senior Trask stood up from the desk and began walking towards you and for a moment you thought the man might be wishing to speak to you as a father to his youngest son, vice a Captain to a Sergeant. However, that thought was quickly dashed by the simple blunt statement that came next.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: red">”There have been goblins spotted outside of town Sergeant, and I think you should take a ride out to investigate Chief Sandovar’s sighting. They are holing up in a shack about an hour’s ride away, the one all the kids think we forget about once gray begins to show. Chief says they are small in number, so I see no need to send others with you, unless you feel it is needed?”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: silver">”If the Captain sees no need, I trust that Heironeous would not guide him wrong.”</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: red">”Then you are dismissed Sergeant, I trust you will have this matter resolved with all expedience. No need for the Mayor to feel we are not keeping the town secure under our watch.”</span></p><p></p><p>Turning around and heading back to his desk, you turned to reach for the door latch when your father spoke, much softer this time.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: red">”Be careful son, and ride in the light.”</span></p><p></p><p>Leaving his office and heading for the stables, the dark storm clouds matched your mood exactly. [/sblock]</p><p></p><p><strong>Samuel</strong>: [sblock] You can still hear Jim’s excited words echoing in your mind as the rocky trail heading into the foothills led you closer to the shack he had told you of this morning over breakfast.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: green">”I’m telling you Sam, those three big shots are looking for something, but they don’t know they are getting duped by one of Smenk’s bartenders. Augustus nearly burst himself wanting to tell me after the guy left the barn they had their horses in. Paid Gus with some odd silver coins he must have gotten from when he was milking them for information. He hasn’t been gone more than thirty minutes Sam. You find him, let him know what you can do, and he’d be a fool not to let you help him; especially if you let him know that you know he managed to dupe those strangers. This is it Sam, this is your chance to get the hell out of here.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ten minutes later, you found yourself rushing out in the rain with only a vague idea of where you were going, and an even vaguer idea of who you were looking for. However, there was one thing you could not deny, this could be your ticket out of here and you would be damned if you were going to let any chance slip out of your grasp. [/sblock]</p><p></p><p><strong>Damien</strong>:[sblock] You could still smell <span style="color: orange">Tirra’s</span> perfume in your cloak and the exotic smell of it made you wonder if the elvish woman’s whispered promises were truth, or merely something to shock you into making a bad toss with the throwing daggers while you were playing Rings. If they were truths, you felt as if your face would never resume its normal shade of color, but if they were distractions, then it was no wonder that Tirra had not lost since she and her companions had came into town three days ago.</p><p></p><p>However, you had managed to fare better than all the others who had challenged her, and while she had complimented you on your luck, you quickly drained your mug of ale to keep a stammering tongue from showing just how nervous she made you. When she had turned her attention to the others who had sought to prove their mettle to her, although none faired as well as you had the rest of the night, you grabbed your cloak from your chair and left the Feral Dog to return to your home. It was as you were fastening the cloak you saw the note in your inner pocket.</p><p></p><p><em>Not bad for a horse hand. Keep practicing and one day you might get to find out if I do keep my promises. Since you might want to get some better daggers to practice with, why not try your luck at something more exciting than playing with horses all day. We are going to be too busy to check this place out, but maybe you might find a few stray silvers that someone overlooked. Keep your blades sharp.</em></p><p></p><p>It was a simple map leading to what many of the locals called the Whispering Cavern, and while you knew of it only through second hand sources, you knew enough to know that there was nothing there anymore.</p><p></p><p>Or was there?</p><p></p><p>You have always been lucky in games of chance, and was there a bigger gamble than finding something that some others might have overlooked in their haste?</p><p></p><p>Time to toss the dice and decide…[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Verbatim, post: 2572860, member: 15549"] [b]Jorun[/b]:[sblock] You had long since learned that when your father called for someone, it was not in their best interest to keep him waiting, even if it meant that your breakfast would be taken cold this morning. Walking through the stone keep that housed the soldiers of the garrison, you quickly came to your father’s door and unconsciously adjusted your sword belt and glanced to make sure that your tunic was clean and pressed. Knocking on the door, you waited a moment before opening it and speaking the greeting all soldiers serving under Captain Tolliver Trask, decorated officer of the Greyhawk wars and garrison commander of Diamond Lake, were required to say, son or no son of the man himself. [color=silver]”Sergeant Jorun Trask reporting for duty, sir.”[/color] [color=red]”Enter Sergeant, and close the door behind you.”[/color] Stepping inside your father’s office once again you were reminded that all the man knew was how to be a soldier. His bed was a simple canvas cot, and had been since your mother had passed away, and while some officers had moved feathered beds into their quarters, all knew that when Tolliver said he would sleep as privates did, he meant it. His desk was covered with small neat stacks of documents that awaited his signature, blessing, or thoughts and while you remember growing up hearing him say that it would be paper not steel that finally killed him, it was not until you began serving with him that you fully understood the depth of that statement. As the door closed, the senior Trask stood up from the desk and began walking towards you and for a moment you thought the man might be wishing to speak to you as a father to his youngest son, vice a Captain to a Sergeant. However, that thought was quickly dashed by the simple blunt statement that came next. [color=red]”There have been goblins spotted outside of town Sergeant, and I think you should take a ride out to investigate Chief Sandovar’s sighting. They are holing up in a shack about an hour’s ride away, the one all the kids think we forget about once gray begins to show. Chief says they are small in number, so I see no need to send others with you, unless you feel it is needed?”[/color] [color=silver]”If the Captain sees no need, I trust that Heironeous would not guide him wrong.”[/color] [color=red]”Then you are dismissed Sergeant, I trust you will have this matter resolved with all expedience. No need for the Mayor to feel we are not keeping the town secure under our watch.”[/color] Turning around and heading back to his desk, you turned to reach for the door latch when your father spoke, much softer this time. [color=red]”Be careful son, and ride in the light.”[/color] Leaving his office and heading for the stables, the dark storm clouds matched your mood exactly. [/sblock] [b]Samuel[/b]: [sblock] You can still hear Jim’s excited words echoing in your mind as the rocky trail heading into the foothills led you closer to the shack he had told you of this morning over breakfast. [color=green]”I’m telling you Sam, those three big shots are looking for something, but they don’t know they are getting duped by one of Smenk’s bartenders. Augustus nearly burst himself wanting to tell me after the guy left the barn they had their horses in. Paid Gus with some odd silver coins he must have gotten from when he was milking them for information. He hasn’t been gone more than thirty minutes Sam. You find him, let him know what you can do, and he’d be a fool not to let you help him; especially if you let him know that you know he managed to dupe those strangers. This is it Sam, this is your chance to get the hell out of here.”[/color] Ten minutes later, you found yourself rushing out in the rain with only a vague idea of where you were going, and an even vaguer idea of who you were looking for. However, there was one thing you could not deny, this could be your ticket out of here and you would be damned if you were going to let any chance slip out of your grasp. [/sblock] [b]Damien[/b]:[sblock] You could still smell [color=orange]Tirra’s[/color] perfume in your cloak and the exotic smell of it made you wonder if the elvish woman’s whispered promises were truth, or merely something to shock you into making a bad toss with the throwing daggers while you were playing Rings. If they were truths, you felt as if your face would never resume its normal shade of color, but if they were distractions, then it was no wonder that Tirra had not lost since she and her companions had came into town three days ago. However, you had managed to fare better than all the others who had challenged her, and while she had complimented you on your luck, you quickly drained your mug of ale to keep a stammering tongue from showing just how nervous she made you. When she had turned her attention to the others who had sought to prove their mettle to her, although none faired as well as you had the rest of the night, you grabbed your cloak from your chair and left the Feral Dog to return to your home. It was as you were fastening the cloak you saw the note in your inner pocket. [i]Not bad for a horse hand. Keep practicing and one day you might get to find out if I do keep my promises. Since you might want to get some better daggers to practice with, why not try your luck at something more exciting than playing with horses all day. We are going to be too busy to check this place out, but maybe you might find a few stray silvers that someone overlooked. Keep your blades sharp.[/i] It was a simple map leading to what many of the locals called the Whispering Cavern, and while you knew of it only through second hand sources, you knew enough to know that there was nothing there anymore. Or was there? You have always been lucky in games of chance, and was there a bigger gamble than finding something that some others might have overlooked in their haste? Time to toss the dice and decide…[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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