3.0rd Edition Power Game

[Mithreander]

The boat pulls up to the bocks with a crunch as some of the dock is crushed by the boat, which though small for Greyhawk standards, it's much larger then what this simple fishing villages bock is used to. Needless to say, the villagers are not happy with the damage, and a group of about 6 strong looking villagers are waiting on what remains of the dock to 'talk' with whoever gets off.

 

[Mithreander]

"Hello?"

A person yells from the dock as the party starts to gather thier items. They all get onto the beck of the boat at about the same time and see the 6 strong arms below. A larger croud is there to watch (about 20 all together), but the rest look content to allow the 6 to take care of them.

 

[Velmont]

Thinking the others would wait for him, Allan finish hastly to gather his things, after he had to get ride of a mouse who was scavenging in his spell components items.

He get out on the deck and see he is the first of his companion. Just as he was going back to the cabins to ask his companions to hurry, he hears some noise on the shore.

"Hello?"

He looks back at the crowd.

"Hmmm... I suppose you want to talk to the captain, I'll go fetch him for you."

 

[rangerjohn]

"If that won't suffice, I guess I'll have to pound a few heads to clear our way. " Bjorm says while making sure the six realize he is not intimadated, nor or they the only ones with muscles in the area.

 

[Mithreander]

The six men look nervious when they see Bjorn and the crowd looks pleased. It seems they are looking forward to a confrontation.

The captain comes onto the deck and sees the croud below. "The damn dock was too low! We rolled over it as if it were a foot below the surface. Well, The Master of the Tower gave me a purse for any such emergancy. Now where is that purse?"

The captain goes down into his cabin and comes back up with a small purse. "Here we go!" he then heads down the ramp that the sailors had just finished securing to the shore.

The 6 men intersept the captain, who starts to speak and smile. A few other words pass between the 6 men and the captain, the purse exchanges hands and the 6 men turn to go.

The crowd boos at the peacefull resolution.

 

[Thrarn Iranorn]

The crowd boos at the peacefull resolution.

Oldum peaks his head up over the rail of the boat to watch the confrontation between the 6 men and the captain. When they begin to walk away and the crowd boos, Oldum cups his hands over his mouth and yells “BOOOOOOOO” but quickly stops when one of the sailors casts an angry look at him.

 

[Velmont]

Allan put a step on the shore.

"Not a bad thing to have a solid ground back under my feets."

He looks as the other members.

"I need to find a hard leather gloves, so I may carry the hawk on my arm. We need to find someone who would be willing to show us the entrance of the cave too. I'll go find my glove and after that, I'll find you."

The robed mage leave the shore to enter the village.

OCC:
to Mithreander: I try to buy a glove to carry my hack. If he can go up to the shoulder so he can rest on my shoulder too, it would be great.

to MeepoTheMighty: just a reminder that I've been wound yesterday (2hp) and your character had the chance to heal me if he wanted and had the spell for... just need you tell if I've been healed.

 

[Mithreander]

Moving around the small town, pas tthe dock, the mage notes that there isn't much here in the way of comerse. Infact, other then someone bartering for some vegtibles form another neibor, he doesn't see any of the normal comerse that one would expect.

There is a tavern, however.

 

[Velmont]

Allan catch up the group nrea the boat as the leave.

It seems I will not be able to find what I wanted... So I suggest to go and see for someone who could lead us to the caves. The tavern is generally a good guest to start to search for someone, we would have more chance.

 

[MeepoTheMighty]

Aramil notices the small wound on Allan's body. Reaching down to the ground, he grabs a small pinch of dirt. He sprinkles the dirt on the man's wound and then holds his hand over the injury. He looks up at the sky and begins to whisper, almost as if he were having a conversation with the clouds. After a few moments, he pulls his bloody, dirty fingers away from Allan's body, and the mage notices his wounds have closed.

"Fenmarel says to be more careful next time," he grunts in heavily accented Common.

OOC: I'll slap a couple cure minor wounds on you.