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<blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4169081" data-attributes="member: 60965"><p>Session 3, Part 1</p><p></p><p>-Note: Took a while to get this up, busy week. We played session 25 last weekend and I'm still not sure where the campaign is going to go. Had another character die, but to be honest, with what they decided to take on, I'm surprised any of them survived. Not only survived, but defeated it! But that's something for much later.</p><p></p><p>Hope someone's enjoying this. It's fun revisiting where it all started, back when things were so simple. Almost nostalgic.</p><p></p><p>Anyway, back to the story.-</p><p></p><p>Harold rolled his shoulder and massaged it briefly before placing ten arrows point-down in the dirt. The barrel wasn't a perfect archery butt, but it would do. One by one, slowly and carefully, he fired the ten arrows into the barrel, occasionally glancing about to see if anyone was watching. Unfortunately, the streets were largely bare, most of the people out fishing or farming or whatever they all did here. He retrieved his arrows with a sigh and headed back around the inn.</p><p></p><p>He heard Suniel's voice - speaking in goblin - before he saw him.</p><p></p><p>"...but if I let you go, I can't guarantee your safety. I won't pay you for your service, but you will have food and shelter and can make spending money however you are able - as long as it doesn't hurt others and is legal that is."</p><p></p><p>Harold turned the corner to see Suniel kneeling, talking to the three goblins in the shade of his carriage. The large one sat in the dirt chewing on his nails, the shifty one listened to Suniel with half-lidded eyes, while the simple one tried to stare at his tongue as he bit at it, jerking his head around as if to get a better view of it.</p><p></p><p>Suniel looked up and nodded and Harold knelt next to him for a moment.</p><p></p><p>"You mean to actually keep these creatures around?" he said softly in common, casting a sideways glance at the goblins. "Can't trust goblins, especially that shifty one."</p><p></p><p>"Stabber?" Suniel said, casting a brief look at him. "No, I think he's the smartest one. If I can keep him in line then Lunt and No-Tongue will stay in line too." </p><p></p><p>Suniel turned to the goblins again. </p><p></p><p>"Well?" he said in their tongue.</p><p></p><p>"We'd just get slaved again if we went back to through the Raggeds," Stabber said. "So I say, sounds good Boss."</p><p></p><p>Suniel nodded and glanced at Lunt. The goblin picked his nose and shrugged.</p><p></p><p>"He seems to be trying to prove to himself that he has a tongue," Harold murmured, watching No-Tongue's antics.</p><p></p><p>No-Tongue, now pulling his tongue out as far is it would go and staring cross-eyed at it, seemed to finally notice the conversation and Suniel and Harold staring at him. </p><p></p><p>"Master?" he said.</p><p></p><p>Stabber cast a sharp glance in his direction. "He talks? Huh. He's never talked before."</p><p></p><p>No-Tongue seemed excited by his new word. </p><p></p><p>"Master," he said happily. "Master, master, master, master, master, master, master..." </p><p></p><p>He repeated it over and over, skipping around Suniel and Harold. Harold rolled his eyes and extricated himself from the ridiculous situation, heading for the barracks.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Ming leaned against the wall and tore off another piece of jerky as Harold approached. The archer cast a glance at the barracks door, then at her.</p><p></p><p>"Laris headed off to Northmand first thing this morning," she said. "Sergeant said he was in quite a hurry. Whatever you found was pretty important I guess."</p><p></p><p>Harold straightened his back. "Important? Of course it was important. It mentioned patrol times, supply routes, the rough locations of half-a-dozen other nearby outposts-"</p><p></p><p>"Yeah, whatever," Ming said, waving her hand to cut him off. "So what now?"</p><p></p><p>Harold stared at her for a moment before answering. "What do you mean?"</p><p></p><p>She rolled her eyes. "What do we do now I mean. That bounty money was half-decent. I could handle a bit more of it."</p><p></p><p>"Well, I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm a member of the Honor Guard for Crystal Towers Diplomat to Northmand. I only had a few days furlough and I need to get back to report for duty," Harold said, turning away.</p><p></p><p>"Great," Ming said, following. "I'll come with."</p><p></p><p>Harold glanced over his shoulder at her and glowered. "Why?"</p><p></p><p>Ming glanced at the Ragged Hills, bathed in the light of the mid-morning sun. "I've run out of west and think we might have ruined my chances of the Hobgoblins welcoming me with open arms. Arms drawn maybe..."</p><p></p><p>Harold shook his head and raised his arms in the air as he walked away. "Whatever, come if you like."</p><p></p><p>Ming wondered if she was making the right decision, going back there. <em>They won't be looking for me with this group anyway</em>, she thought. <em>Sometimes the best way to hide is in plain sight</em>.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Ilsa mounted her pony and leaned down to adjust the stirrup. Kendrin made a few adjustments to his saddle and mounted as well.</p><p></p><p>In a few minutes, everyone was ready and they set out; Harold at the head on his black warhorse, the black carriage behind him with Suniel and Ming on the bench and the three goblins atop, Ilsa and Kendrin taking up the rear on rugged mountain ponies.</p><p></p><p>The peaceful Northmand countryside passed quickly - the late summer heat made almost pleasant by the frequent shade of over-arching trees. After an hour or so of quiet riding, Ilsa heard fragments of conversation from ahead, unintelligible over the rattle of the carriage. She nodded to Kendrin to keep the rear and kicked her pony forward.</p><p></p><p>"...well, I come from the South originally," Suniel said as she rode up. The elf and the warrior woman glanced down at Ilsa and nodded to her.</p><p></p><p>Ming leaned back on the bench. "Just 'South' is pretty vague, wizard."</p><p></p><p>Suniel gave a slight smile. "So is just 'East,' Ming."</p><p></p><p>"Fair enough," Ming said, digging into a pouch at her side and producing a strip of jerky.</p><p></p><p>"It's a big world out there," Suniel said, pulling on the reins to steer the carriage around a sizable pothole.</p><p></p><p>"So dwarf, where do you hail from again?" she said between chews, glancing down at Ilsa.</p><p></p><p>"Wyrmsrule," Ilsa said, eying Ming's pouch. Ming followed her gaze down, gave a short laugh, and tossed her a strip. Ilsa tore off a bite of jerky gratefully, regretting not eating a larger breakfast. </p><p></p><p>"So, what brings you down here?" Ming said. "Isn't Wyrmsrule up to the north, past the Ragged Hills?"</p><p></p><p>Ilsa nodded. "I'm here on a diplomatic mission as well."</p><p></p><p>Ming snorted and glanced at the fields of wheat that swayed in a gentle breeze as they passed. "Everyone wants a piece of Northmand. Doesn't seem so special to me. Boring."</p><p></p><p>"What you call 'boring' others call peace, prosperity, safety. Rare commodities in most of the rest of the world," Suniel said, smiling as he watched a small flock of brown birds chase each other through the fields.</p><p></p><p>Ilsa nodded solemnly in agreement.</p><p></p><p>Ming shrugged and stuffed the rest of the strip of jerky in her mouth and stretched out. "Well, whatever. Boring is boring. I'm going to take a nap."</p><p></p><p>"Thanks for the jerky," Ilsa said, reining in her horse.</p><p></p><p>"Master, Master!" the little goblin called down to her cheerfully as the carriage passed. He had put together a "fishing pole" - a length of rope attached to a long stick - and was casting it into the fields as they passed, legs dangling and swinging like dwarven child might off one of Wyrmsrule's many overlooks. The other one, Stabber she thought his name was, palmed something as she rode past, but she didn't get a good look at what it was.</p><p></p><p>After the carriage had passed, Ilsa smiled sadly and rode alongside Kendrin.</p><p></p><p>"What do you think?" the half-elf said. Ilsa leaned over and handed him the last of the strip of jerky. </p><p></p><p>"I hope fervently that they agree to hear us and just as fervently that our troubles don't spread here," Ilsa said.</p><p></p><p>Kendrin nodded and let out a long sigh. They rode in companionable silence for the rest of the trip.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Iron Sky, post: 4169081, member: 60965"] Session 3, Part 1 -Note: Took a while to get this up, busy week. We played session 25 last weekend and I'm still not sure where the campaign is going to go. Had another character die, but to be honest, with what they decided to take on, I'm surprised any of them survived. Not only survived, but defeated it! But that's something for much later. Hope someone's enjoying this. It's fun revisiting where it all started, back when things were so simple. Almost nostalgic. Anyway, back to the story.- Harold rolled his shoulder and massaged it briefly before placing ten arrows point-down in the dirt. The barrel wasn't a perfect archery butt, but it would do. One by one, slowly and carefully, he fired the ten arrows into the barrel, occasionally glancing about to see if anyone was watching. Unfortunately, the streets were largely bare, most of the people out fishing or farming or whatever they all did here. He retrieved his arrows with a sigh and headed back around the inn. He heard Suniel's voice - speaking in goblin - before he saw him. "...but if I let you go, I can't guarantee your safety. I won't pay you for your service, but you will have food and shelter and can make spending money however you are able - as long as it doesn't hurt others and is legal that is." Harold turned the corner to see Suniel kneeling, talking to the three goblins in the shade of his carriage. The large one sat in the dirt chewing on his nails, the shifty one listened to Suniel with half-lidded eyes, while the simple one tried to stare at his tongue as he bit at it, jerking his head around as if to get a better view of it. Suniel looked up and nodded and Harold knelt next to him for a moment. "You mean to actually keep these creatures around?" he said softly in common, casting a sideways glance at the goblins. "Can't trust goblins, especially that shifty one." "Stabber?" Suniel said, casting a brief look at him. "No, I think he's the smartest one. If I can keep him in line then Lunt and No-Tongue will stay in line too." Suniel turned to the goblins again. "Well?" he said in their tongue. "We'd just get slaved again if we went back to through the Raggeds," Stabber said. "So I say, sounds good Boss." Suniel nodded and glanced at Lunt. The goblin picked his nose and shrugged. "He seems to be trying to prove to himself that he has a tongue," Harold murmured, watching No-Tongue's antics. No-Tongue, now pulling his tongue out as far is it would go and staring cross-eyed at it, seemed to finally notice the conversation and Suniel and Harold staring at him. "Master?" he said. Stabber cast a sharp glance in his direction. "He talks? Huh. He's never talked before." No-Tongue seemed excited by his new word. "Master," he said happily. "Master, master, master, master, master, master, master..." He repeated it over and over, skipping around Suniel and Harold. Harold rolled his eyes and extricated himself from the ridiculous situation, heading for the barracks. *** Ming leaned against the wall and tore off another piece of jerky as Harold approached. The archer cast a glance at the barracks door, then at her. "Laris headed off to Northmand first thing this morning," she said. "Sergeant said he was in quite a hurry. Whatever you found was pretty important I guess." Harold straightened his back. "Important? Of course it was important. It mentioned patrol times, supply routes, the rough locations of half-a-dozen other nearby outposts-" "Yeah, whatever," Ming said, waving her hand to cut him off. "So what now?" Harold stared at her for a moment before answering. "What do you mean?" She rolled her eyes. "What do we do now I mean. That bounty money was half-decent. I could handle a bit more of it." "Well, I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm a member of the Honor Guard for Crystal Towers Diplomat to Northmand. I only had a few days furlough and I need to get back to report for duty," Harold said, turning away. "Great," Ming said, following. "I'll come with." Harold glanced over his shoulder at her and glowered. "Why?" Ming glanced at the Ragged Hills, bathed in the light of the mid-morning sun. "I've run out of west and think we might have ruined my chances of the Hobgoblins welcoming me with open arms. Arms drawn maybe..." Harold shook his head and raised his arms in the air as he walked away. "Whatever, come if you like." Ming wondered if she was making the right decision, going back there. [I]They won't be looking for me with this group anyway[/I], she thought. [I]Sometimes the best way to hide is in plain sight[/I]. *** Ilsa mounted her pony and leaned down to adjust the stirrup. Kendrin made a few adjustments to his saddle and mounted as well. In a few minutes, everyone was ready and they set out; Harold at the head on his black warhorse, the black carriage behind him with Suniel and Ming on the bench and the three goblins atop, Ilsa and Kendrin taking up the rear on rugged mountain ponies. The peaceful Northmand countryside passed quickly - the late summer heat made almost pleasant by the frequent shade of over-arching trees. After an hour or so of quiet riding, Ilsa heard fragments of conversation from ahead, unintelligible over the rattle of the carriage. She nodded to Kendrin to keep the rear and kicked her pony forward. "...well, I come from the South originally," Suniel said as she rode up. The elf and the warrior woman glanced down at Ilsa and nodded to her. Ming leaned back on the bench. "Just 'South' is pretty vague, wizard." Suniel gave a slight smile. "So is just 'East,' Ming." "Fair enough," Ming said, digging into a pouch at her side and producing a strip of jerky. "It's a big world out there," Suniel said, pulling on the reins to steer the carriage around a sizable pothole. "So dwarf, where do you hail from again?" she said between chews, glancing down at Ilsa. "Wyrmsrule," Ilsa said, eying Ming's pouch. Ming followed her gaze down, gave a short laugh, and tossed her a strip. Ilsa tore off a bite of jerky gratefully, regretting not eating a larger breakfast. "So, what brings you down here?" Ming said. "Isn't Wyrmsrule up to the north, past the Ragged Hills?" Ilsa nodded. "I'm here on a diplomatic mission as well." Ming snorted and glanced at the fields of wheat that swayed in a gentle breeze as they passed. "Everyone wants a piece of Northmand. Doesn't seem so special to me. Boring." "What you call 'boring' others call peace, prosperity, safety. Rare commodities in most of the rest of the world," Suniel said, smiling as he watched a small flock of brown birds chase each other through the fields. Ilsa nodded solemnly in agreement. Ming shrugged and stuffed the rest of the strip of jerky in her mouth and stretched out. "Well, whatever. Boring is boring. I'm going to take a nap." "Thanks for the jerky," Ilsa said, reining in her horse. "Master, Master!" the little goblin called down to her cheerfully as the carriage passed. He had put together a "fishing pole" - a length of rope attached to a long stick - and was casting it into the fields as they passed, legs dangling and swinging like dwarven child might off one of Wyrmsrule's many overlooks. The other one, Stabber she thought his name was, palmed something as she rode past, but she didn't get a good look at what it was. After the carriage had passed, Ilsa smiled sadly and rode alongside Kendrin. "What do you think?" the half-elf said. Ilsa leaned over and handed him the last of the strip of jerky. "I hope fervently that they agree to hear us and just as fervently that our troubles don't spread here," Ilsa said. Kendrin nodded and let out a long sigh. They rode in companionable silence for the rest of the trip. [/QUOTE]
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