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<blockquote data-quote="Sic_Pixie" data-source="post: 5906906" data-attributes="member: 52403"><p><strong>Setting out</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Broken Moon</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>Part 3</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>The Stairs of the Moon</strong></p><p></p><p>No major changes, Kat’s player is still absent as they are busy with work; Jah’s player didn’t turn up for a couple of session so this character will be leaving us next session.</p><p></p><p>Setting out</p><p></p><p>It’s a large group that rides out from the lodge this morning; leading the way is Duristan a slender foolish noble with ideals of being a great hunter. He is followed by his four surviving thugs who set up his camp and serve his meals; they are paid well for an easy time of it so they are loyal; … for now.</p><p></p><p>Riding next to Duristan is Delgros; he is a hunter; tracker and the hunstmaster of the Lodge. Very skilled in woodmanship and the environment of the Shudderwood his knowledge of the area is hard to beat. He is a rough looking man in his early 30’s; he has a bow over his shoulder and a large hunting knife at his hip. He sits astride his horse confidently and his steed moves surely beneath him controlled only by his knees.</p><p></p><p>After this rides a pair of people, Grembor and Quiene ride side by side comparing notes on the surrounding flora and fauna; she is very attentive and surprises Grembor with her knowledge of the area. Her knee keeps brushing up against Grembor’s as they ride along; it’s the best trip he has had in a long time. Grembor is dressed in his usual dark leathers with his cloak over one shoulder and weapons close at hand; hands encased in tight leather gloves and his feet in sturdy though still soft boots. His eyes usually roaming all over the surrounding area keep returning to Quiene for some reason. For her part Quiene is also dressed in very functional leathers with a cloak, sturdy boots and a longbow on her back. Attached to her saddle are a pair of finely wrought axes which seem to have well worn leather wrapped grips and her Auburn hair is swept back and tied with a strip of leather with stray curls framing her attractive face. Her green eyes are also roaming around the surrounding but return frequently to her riding partner.</p><p></p><p>Behind the happy couple rides Pringle; Pringle is not happy as he has to leave the library and he had only managed to read a small fraction of the books contained there. Any collection of books he has not read is a waste in his opinion. However he has been researching a new spell in his spare time and he feels it’s almost ready for it to be scribed into his spell book so he can amaze the party with his awesome magical skills. Pringle is dressed as a normal outdoor traveler with a sturdy cloak and a plain though well made tunic and trews. He is wearing a pair of finely made boots and gloves and his hair is drawn back into a que at the nape of his neck; his staff is tucked under his saddle.</p><p></p><p>Sayuri follows; her mis matched eyes roaming the surroundings making sure they are not being watched; her eyes drift occasionally to the pair in close conversation ahead and she can barely contain her chuckles of amusement. No wonder Grembor was looking so happy yesterday afternoon; hopefully it will not cause any problems or friction in the group. She toyed briefly with the idea of seducing Zordlan but brushed the idea aside as the mirth struggled to break free again with this added hilarity. She was sure that would not be a good idea in such a small group to take advantage of her bodyguard in such a fashion. She is wearing her usual outfit, (she thinks she should really get some new clothes in the next town) they have been repaired a few more times since and they are starting to show the wear and tear. Only having a few outfits makes for not the best threadbare look when all you do is travel all day split up by getting doused in blood on a regular basis. It’s not like Kat or Grembor who wear mostly leathers or Jah who does not care if he looks like he bathed in blood. Silks and cottons don’t like the constant washing; at least her sandals and gloves are still looking good. I wonder if there is a spell to create a wardrobe she thinks to herself. Her hair is swept back in a topknot to keep it from her face and tied off with another strip of silk, the bells at the end of the silk make a happy jingling sound and she rides along that makes her smile.</p><p></p><p>Zordlan heeling his well trained horse behind Sayuri is however not as impressed with her hair adornment as she is. He has enough trouble hearing with his helmet on without the constant ringing in his ears; after a while he resigns himself and removes the hot device and hangs it off his saddle; his sweat damp hair plastered to his scalp and neck until he shakes his head and runs a hand through it shaking out the droplets. Stretching himself back over the rump of his horse he can see Jah following him. Jah grins and waves in a simpleminded way which makes him smile a little. Zordlan is dressed in his Elven full plate armor; while not as heavy and restrictive as its human counterpart it is still a weight on his shoulders but a comforting one. Taking out his sword he examines the edge again making sure it’s as sharp as it could be and free of any damage; it would take something special to damage it but habits are a hard thing to break. Sliding the sword back into the sheath on his back he removes a glove and takes out a dagger and starts trimming his nails as catching a nail in the middle of combat is another distraction that could have you killed.</p><p></p><p>Jah following behind is having a good day; he helped kill a huge spider yesterday and the memory of it crunching under his axe still entertains him. He can still smell the ichor from the spider and this is also making him smile. The most amount of humor however is being produced by Grembor and the Stablemistress which he can see from his position following up the rear. Finding a mate in an Orc camp is a simple affair; killing the mate of the one you want makes for a certain simplicity and it also makes sure that only the strong breed which improves the whole tribe. Jahs thoughts of Large breasted Orcish women is dashed by crashing sounds in the woods which he spins towards; axe in hand and blood pumping through his system; he is disappointed to find a large stag bounding from the woods across the path with some foliage tangled in it’s antlers. He returns to thinking of breasts and scanning the surroundings as he follows up the rear; only occasionally glancing towards the pair and holding back on his laughter.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sic_Pixie, post: 5906906, member: 52403"] [b]Setting out[/b] [B]Broken Moon Part 3 The Stairs of the Moon[/B] No major changes, Kat’s player is still absent as they are busy with work; Jah’s player didn’t turn up for a couple of session so this character will be leaving us next session. Setting out It’s a large group that rides out from the lodge this morning; leading the way is Duristan a slender foolish noble with ideals of being a great hunter. He is followed by his four surviving thugs who set up his camp and serve his meals; they are paid well for an easy time of it so they are loyal; … for now. Riding next to Duristan is Delgros; he is a hunter; tracker and the hunstmaster of the Lodge. Very skilled in woodmanship and the environment of the Shudderwood his knowledge of the area is hard to beat. He is a rough looking man in his early 30’s; he has a bow over his shoulder and a large hunting knife at his hip. He sits astride his horse confidently and his steed moves surely beneath him controlled only by his knees. After this rides a pair of people, Grembor and Quiene ride side by side comparing notes on the surrounding flora and fauna; she is very attentive and surprises Grembor with her knowledge of the area. Her knee keeps brushing up against Grembor’s as they ride along; it’s the best trip he has had in a long time. Grembor is dressed in his usual dark leathers with his cloak over one shoulder and weapons close at hand; hands encased in tight leather gloves and his feet in sturdy though still soft boots. His eyes usually roaming all over the surrounding area keep returning to Quiene for some reason. For her part Quiene is also dressed in very functional leathers with a cloak, sturdy boots and a longbow on her back. Attached to her saddle are a pair of finely wrought axes which seem to have well worn leather wrapped grips and her Auburn hair is swept back and tied with a strip of leather with stray curls framing her attractive face. Her green eyes are also roaming around the surrounding but return frequently to her riding partner. Behind the happy couple rides Pringle; Pringle is not happy as he has to leave the library and he had only managed to read a small fraction of the books contained there. Any collection of books he has not read is a waste in his opinion. However he has been researching a new spell in his spare time and he feels it’s almost ready for it to be scribed into his spell book so he can amaze the party with his awesome magical skills. Pringle is dressed as a normal outdoor traveler with a sturdy cloak and a plain though well made tunic and trews. He is wearing a pair of finely made boots and gloves and his hair is drawn back into a que at the nape of his neck; his staff is tucked under his saddle. Sayuri follows; her mis matched eyes roaming the surroundings making sure they are not being watched; her eyes drift occasionally to the pair in close conversation ahead and she can barely contain her chuckles of amusement. No wonder Grembor was looking so happy yesterday afternoon; hopefully it will not cause any problems or friction in the group. She toyed briefly with the idea of seducing Zordlan but brushed the idea aside as the mirth struggled to break free again with this added hilarity. She was sure that would not be a good idea in such a small group to take advantage of her bodyguard in such a fashion. She is wearing her usual outfit, (she thinks she should really get some new clothes in the next town) they have been repaired a few more times since and they are starting to show the wear and tear. Only having a few outfits makes for not the best threadbare look when all you do is travel all day split up by getting doused in blood on a regular basis. It’s not like Kat or Grembor who wear mostly leathers or Jah who does not care if he looks like he bathed in blood. Silks and cottons don’t like the constant washing; at least her sandals and gloves are still looking good. I wonder if there is a spell to create a wardrobe she thinks to herself. Her hair is swept back in a topknot to keep it from her face and tied off with another strip of silk, the bells at the end of the silk make a happy jingling sound and she rides along that makes her smile. Zordlan heeling his well trained horse behind Sayuri is however not as impressed with her hair adornment as she is. He has enough trouble hearing with his helmet on without the constant ringing in his ears; after a while he resigns himself and removes the hot device and hangs it off his saddle; his sweat damp hair plastered to his scalp and neck until he shakes his head and runs a hand through it shaking out the droplets. Stretching himself back over the rump of his horse he can see Jah following him. Jah grins and waves in a simpleminded way which makes him smile a little. Zordlan is dressed in his Elven full plate armor; while not as heavy and restrictive as its human counterpart it is still a weight on his shoulders but a comforting one. Taking out his sword he examines the edge again making sure it’s as sharp as it could be and free of any damage; it would take something special to damage it but habits are a hard thing to break. Sliding the sword back into the sheath on his back he removes a glove and takes out a dagger and starts trimming his nails as catching a nail in the middle of combat is another distraction that could have you killed. Jah following behind is having a good day; he helped kill a huge spider yesterday and the memory of it crunching under his axe still entertains him. He can still smell the ichor from the spider and this is also making him smile. The most amount of humor however is being produced by Grembor and the Stablemistress which he can see from his position following up the rear. Finding a mate in an Orc camp is a simple affair; killing the mate of the one you want makes for a certain simplicity and it also makes sure that only the strong breed which improves the whole tribe. Jahs thoughts of Large breasted Orcish women is dashed by crashing sounds in the woods which he spins towards; axe in hand and blood pumping through his system; he is disappointed to find a large stag bounding from the woods across the path with some foliage tangled in it’s antlers. He returns to thinking of breasts and scanning the surroundings as he follows up the rear; only occasionally glancing towards the pair and holding back on his laughter. [/QUOTE]
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