The Mist and the Moon

Uriel

Living EN World Judge

• Oct 24, 2002

• #11

OOC:Sorry, I was having internet problems of my own. I couldn't get onto the sight

To Jarson:"Dagnos, did you say, Lad!
Why the Great Belcher is a friend of my Lord Fjorn
(Froederick touches the Wolfshead Torc in a sign of respect, or perhaps, superstition). Many times have I and my Battle-Brothers invoked Dagnos' Favor before a battle"
(Froederick leans out of his saddle a bit near Milo and whispers (Toasting his Name is a good reason to have a pint too, hehe)
The Gnome dismounts from the Pony's saddle in a fluid if not graceful move, landing near the dead stag. "Gryffon, ye say? Why, I think I spotted a Gryffon once, in the mountains near me home. Carried off a good Mare, did the Bastard.
The Pony snorts and his eyes flare a bit "Aye, Brit, ye smell the Beast on yon Dead Stag, eh?
Not afraid are ye?" Froederick's grin split his face from ear to ear. The pony looked agitated, if not scared.
"Aye, ye'd whack a Gryffon but good, Brit, I'm sure of it. He'd run with 'is long tail atween 'es legs e would!
"Banlorn eh?" Froederick retrieves a small pouch from his saddle bags, "Jasmine Tea" he says, then he takes a small pot out as well. I haven't much besides a handful of potatoes and some onions. I was going to hunt a hare of some quail this morning for breakfast.

 

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GoldenEagle

First Post

• Oct 26, 2002

• #12

"mmm...Banlorn for a group of adventurers...sounds good....I did not that you were a party of adventurers. I have always dreamed of tagging along on an ...adventure...perhaps I could tag along? Assuming we don't get to far from the food and drink "

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Mythmere

First Post

• Oct 26, 2002

• #13

After a meal of roast venison, the five travelers sat comfortably around the cookfire, enjoying the sense of easy fellowship that follows a good meal. As do most travelers in the wilds, they took to comparing notes as to the surrounding geography, for everyone knows that while the forests and valleys meander about, they do so only slightly. All agreed that the forest of the Brackonmory must, by process of elimination, lie somewhat to the West (with the great Trer Ceiri somewhere beyond), and the High Mistral Road, necessarily, to the East.
“Well, then,” Kerdelnus offered, “I’m bound for the High Mistral Road. I assume that the four of you are bound for the village of Banlorne on the south side of the Brackonmory. Anyone for a quick game of cards before I leave?”

OOC: Sorry about the late posting – my internet was down for two days.

 

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Chonicler

First Post

• Oct 26, 2002

• #14

Xes chuckles. "I'd have to be a fool to play cards with one such as yourself, but I do appreciate your kindness and bid you farewell."

He turns to the others. "Well, to Banlorne then? It's been a while since I've had a good bit of excitement, and I could definitely use a little variety."

So saying, he begins to pack up his things.

 

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GoldenEagle

First Post

• Oct 27, 2002

• #15

After eating Milo will follow the group of "adventurers" to Balorne; He has always wanted to be and adventurer!

 

garyh

First Post

• Oct 27, 2002

• #16

"Banlorne it is," agrees Jarsan. "I'm sure the good folk there will be eager to join me in singing the praises of Dagnos."

 

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Mythmere

First Post

• Oct 28, 2002

• #17

The party parts company with Kerdelnus, and heads in the direction of the village. After climbing and descending several small hills, at about noon, you reach the top of a grassy ridge. From the top, you can see a small village about two miles away, a picturesque cluster of thatched cottages and flowering hedges. As you hike down through the meadows toward the village, the peaceful scenery is marred by a disturbing sight. Half of a dismembered goat has been scattered messily across the trail. It seems to have been killed recently, but you can’t see anything nearby.

OOC: I need a marching order.

 

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Uriel

Living EN World Judge

• Oct 28, 2002

• #18

OOC: I'll be at the rear, as I'm mounted and I don't want to be obstructing the others' view.

"Hmm..." Froederick looked at the dead goat,
" I think we should have a look at that, it seems
less than normal.Come Brit."
Froederick nudges the pony onward towards the goat.

 

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GoldenEagle

First Post

• Oct 28, 2002

• #19

Millathos walks on taking note of the goat and when he arrives will take a closer look. What has happened here? he thinks to himself.

OOC: I am right in front of Froederick

 

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Mythmere

First Post

• Oct 28, 2002

• #20

Froedrich urges Britengriseling forward, the pony flaring its nostrils at the smell of blood. Millathos is there slightly before them, and the gnome and halfling stand looking down at the scattered entrails. Revelation eludes them both. A light breeze stirs Milo’s hair, carrying with it the loamy smell of the nearby forest, and the tang of cookfires from the village hearths directly to the north. You are standing about a hundred feet from the first furrows of the village fields. It is Febtain, so the fields are still barren and rimed with ice, though it is the height of the noonday sun. The carcass in front of you no longer steams in the cold, but it is not frozen yet.