The Hundred Seas
GreyOne
Explorer
Nado turns away with a smile, falling in behind Ulghar as he makes his way down the path towards the burial mound. Several villagers look on and move aside as you make your way.
As you approach the woman, five armed guardsmen move to block your path. They bear coarse leather jerkins and conical helmets. Their woollen leggings are tied with leather straps. Each has a spear in hand and short blade at belt. Their eyes scan you warily. Villagers disperse quickly, moving away from the path.
“What’s yer business, then with the Lady Preda?” says one gruffly in the harsh dialect of the west. His spear remains upright, but ready. His moustaches rise and fall as he chews on something. Another holds a sounding horn at the ready.
At the sound of her guardsman’s voice, the dark haired lady turns away from the pyre. Flickering sparks dance in the air behind her and the acrid smell of oiled wood hits your nostrils. You see the ruddy-cheeked man’s hand dart to his belt as he turns and looks on you. A quizzical frown dances across his face, but quickly passes.
“Joda. Who are these men?” says the woman, her voice deep and ragged. Her sorrow seems truly genuine.
“I was just about to glean that mistress,” replies the guardsman, his head turning to the woman. “Well then, you lot, who are you and what’s yer business?
(OOC: There are 5 guardsmen before you at 20 paces. Preda and the other man stand beyond, at another 15 paces. Scores of villagers have moved aside, have left or are leaving. You see two more guards off to the east moving towards the barrows. They will arrive within three rounds.)
As you approach the woman, five armed guardsmen move to block your path. They bear coarse leather jerkins and conical helmets. Their woollen leggings are tied with leather straps. Each has a spear in hand and short blade at belt. Their eyes scan you warily. Villagers disperse quickly, moving away from the path.
“What’s yer business, then with the Lady Preda?” says one gruffly in the harsh dialect of the west. His spear remains upright, but ready. His moustaches rise and fall as he chews on something. Another holds a sounding horn at the ready.
At the sound of her guardsman’s voice, the dark haired lady turns away from the pyre. Flickering sparks dance in the air behind her and the acrid smell of oiled wood hits your nostrils. You see the ruddy-cheeked man’s hand dart to his belt as he turns and looks on you. A quizzical frown dances across his face, but quickly passes.
“Joda. Who are these men?” says the woman, her voice deep and ragged. Her sorrow seems truly genuine.
“I was just about to glean that mistress,” replies the guardsman, his head turning to the woman. “Well then, you lot, who are you and what’s yer business?
(OOC: There are 5 guardsmen before you at 20 paces. Preda and the other man stand beyond, at another 15 paces. Scores of villagers have moved aside, have left or are leaving. You see two more guards off to the east moving towards the barrows. They will arrive within three rounds.)
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GreyOne
Explorer
(OOC: Ulfghar. Your Sense Motive is 7. Roll a d20. It will take several moments to sense intentions. )
The guards stand before you. Tension is palpable in the air. Preda and the fellow beside her are too distant to betray intentions. The fellow beside Preda does keep his hand at his belt, though. Nado stands alongside Ulfghar, hands held outwards.
(OOC: Fintain and Bragon, what do you intend?)
The guards stand before you. Tension is palpable in the air. Preda and the fellow beside her are too distant to betray intentions. The fellow beside Preda does keep his hand at his belt, though. Nado stands alongside Ulfghar, hands held outwards.
(OOC: Fintain and Bragon, what do you intend?)
GreyOne
Explorer
(OOC: The guards seem genuinely uneasy Ulfghar. You don't doubt for a second, though, that they won't move to stop your progress. )
"This'll be the last time I ask stranger. Yer name and business?" the lead guard says harshly. The others fan out to either side of their leader. Their spears remain pointing towards the grey sky.
"This'll be the last time I ask stranger. Yer name and business?" the lead guard says harshly. The others fan out to either side of their leader. Their spears remain pointing towards the grey sky.
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GreyOne
Explorer
"Joda, ask these men to come to the hall at sunset, I would speak with them then," says the woman, her voice broaching no opposition. With that, she turns away again and her gaze returns to the pyre. Her retainer watches you.
The moustached guard points back towards the village. "Yonder by the river crossing lies a merchant's house. You will find something for yer thirst there. The Lady Preda will speak with you at sundown. Come to the keep by the sixth bell," with that, he motions for you to depart.
You note that most of the villagers have now departed, making their way back down the slope towards the village. At least three score timber or wattle-and-daub buildings lie clustered around a stone tower which is itself surrounded by a wooden palisade. Smoke flutters from a number of chimneys and beyond lie the leaden waters of the Janak river and a tributary flowing into it from the southeast. Further north across the river and east beyond the tributary lie patches of dark woods, and beyond, endless grasslands. The four day journey from Eastfair in the south has left you bone weary.
(OOC: You have approached the village from the southwest, along a small but well-used track. It is early afternoon)
The moustached guard points back towards the village. "Yonder by the river crossing lies a merchant's house. You will find something for yer thirst there. The Lady Preda will speak with you at sundown. Come to the keep by the sixth bell," with that, he motions for you to depart.
You note that most of the villagers have now departed, making their way back down the slope towards the village. At least three score timber or wattle-and-daub buildings lie clustered around a stone tower which is itself surrounded by a wooden palisade. Smoke flutters from a number of chimneys and beyond lie the leaden waters of the Janak river and a tributary flowing into it from the southeast. Further north across the river and east beyond the tributary lie patches of dark woods, and beyond, endless grasslands. The four day journey from Eastfair in the south has left you bone weary.
(OOC: You have approached the village from the southwest, along a small but well-used track. It is early afternoon)
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