Altaruk, on the Sea of Silt (Dark Sun 4E IC)
Inspiratorium
First Post
Marel
The half elf raises his head briefly as they leave. "I would prefer the desert to the city as well, if that's no problem," he offers softly, before lowering his head again. He walks with a better posture than in the trading post, but is still slightly hunched over as the go. The sea was fading, now only a faint whisper.
The half elf raises his head briefly as they leave. "I would prefer the desert to the city as well, if that's no problem," he offers softly, before lowering his head again. He walks with a better posture than in the trading post, but is still slightly hunched over as the go. The sea was fading, now only a faint whisper.
The hunkering slave guard gazes silently at the nomad woman, the third of the free wanderers from outside the walls to look to him for guidance. As though the House Wavir has hired all these search parties as some kind of game or competition, and he's the official. Maybe outside of Altaruk, things are different. Maybe this nomad woman doesn't recognize that the iron loops on his gauntlets are eyelets for chains.
As the party nears the bustling western gate, Barrel is distracted by a burning in the pit of his stomach. Adrenaline buzzes through his arms and legs. He feels like a dog off his lead, and freedom, even if it's temporary, is paces away.
As the party nears the bustling western gate, Barrel is distracted by a burning in the pit of his stomach. Adrenaline buzzes through his arms and legs. He feels like a dog off his lead, and freedom, even if it's temporary, is paces away.
hafrogman
Adventurer
Kai lets his gaze slide across the members of the group, eventually coming to rest on the silent Barrel. The mul certainly didn't seem interested in contributing anything to the conversation. Just what he said then, and nothing more: a guard to police the group, a watcher, not an ally. He briefly considers the possibility that Barrel was even sent to eliminate the group once the cargo had been recovered. . . no reward would be needed if one of their own were the only one to return.
Still, the task at hand is the first priority. Nothing else can happen if they don't find the missing cargo, and before any of the other groups. This will all be for naught without success. Time enough to worry about the mul later.
He shrugs at the comments from the others.
"Very well. If we're going, then we may as well start while we have the advantage over our competition."
Then he starts for the gates, and the road into the wastes.
Still, the task at hand is the first priority. Nothing else can happen if they don't find the missing cargo, and before any of the other groups. This will all be for naught without success. Time enough to worry about the mul later.
He shrugs at the comments from the others.
"Very well. If we're going, then we may as well start while we have the advantage over our competition."
Then he starts for the gates, and the road into the wastes.
Walking Dad
First Post
Excellent! enthuses Prin. She actually claps her hands together excitedly. Rule by consensus! It actually works! We shall strike out into the world outside the wall, and you will use your skills to find the missing caravan.
From how she looked at each other person, it seemed clear the 'you' she was referring to was everyone other than she.
Come, we'll away!
Prin quickly sets off after Kai, falling in behind him and matching his pace. Something about how she carries herself makes it seem more like Kai is clearing the way for her than leading her.
From how she looked at each other person, it seemed clear the 'you' she was referring to was everyone other than she.
Come, we'll away!
Prin quickly sets off after Kai, falling in behind him and matching his pace. Something about how she carries herself makes it seem more like Kai is clearing the way for her than leading her.
Inspiratorium
First Post
Marel
Marel eventually finds his way to the back of the group, taking the opportunity to give his companions a look over, physically and emotionally. In particular, two seem to stand out.
First, there was the overly eager Prin. She seemed almost unawae of the task at hand. Then again, after so long hearing nothing but wants and fears, Prin's enthusiasm was refreshing, if maybe a bit misplaced.
Second, there was Barrel, whose silence was in itself a curiosity. However, it was the surge of sudden emotion that the half elf managed to isolate coming from him that piqued his curiosity.
As they reach the edge of town, Marel straightens up. "So where was the caravan's last known position?" he asks with surprising volume and confidence.
Marel eventually finds his way to the back of the group, taking the opportunity to give his companions a look over, physically and emotionally. In particular, two seem to stand out.
First, there was the overly eager Prin. She seemed almost unawae of the task at hand. Then again, after so long hearing nothing but wants and fears, Prin's enthusiasm was refreshing, if maybe a bit misplaced.
Second, there was Barrel, whose silence was in itself a curiosity. However, it was the surge of sudden emotion that the half elf managed to isolate coming from him that piqued his curiosity.
As they reach the edge of town, Marel straightens up. "So where was the caravan's last known position?" he asks with surprising volume and confidence.
dave_o
Explorer
As the blue group passes through the Gates of Traxidos and beneath the squinted gazes of the gate guards the sand storm continues to scrape and howl at the walls of Altaruk. Traffic continues to pick up, despite the weather, as Altaruk is a major trading hub near the Sea of Silt.
"One wagon, lost," the almost shrill voice of the House Wavir representative comes floating back to you, "during the storms yesterday, an ill omened day, the last of Wind..."
Ardie is the one who spots it, quick of eye from wandering the wastes, two carved ruts from nothing but wagon wheels, off from the only somewhat solid path, drifting just slightly between the persistent traffic and strong winds.
The wheel ruts lie off to the southeast of Altaruk a bit.
[sblock="OOC"]Loving it so far! A few things to make a note of and decide on -- a consistent marching order, any powers that need to be prepared or that sort of thing. Don't forget about the OOC thread![/sblock]
"One wagon, lost," the almost shrill voice of the House Wavir representative comes floating back to you, "during the storms yesterday, an ill omened day, the last of Wind..."
Ardie is the one who spots it, quick of eye from wandering the wastes, two carved ruts from nothing but wagon wheels, off from the only somewhat solid path, drifting just slightly between the persistent traffic and strong winds.
The wheel ruts lie off to the southeast of Altaruk a bit.
[sblock="OOC"]Loving it so far! A few things to make a note of and decide on -- a consistent marching order, any powers that need to be prepared or that sort of thing. Don't forget about the OOC thread![/sblock]
"This way." Ardie says, following the ruts and taking the lead. She kept her bow at hand; the others did not need to know that it was when she dropped it that she was the most dangerous.
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