A Merc's Life: Howl of the Carrion King [02]

[Leif]

Houwlou's still pretty nervous about 'getting wet,' but, well, I just don't know. Are you guys ready to have a ranger that smells like a wet dog?

 

[Scott DeWar]

re wet dog: no different that a bunch of gnolls.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

OOC: Update coming this afternoon/tonght (I hope).

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

[sblock=Aodhán/Harnry]A tall, gaunt man with ashen skin and glowing brick red eyes appears at the base of the bridge as you stand there speaking. His appearance is sudden, as though he stepped from behind a fold in the very air. The disembodied head you spoke with before is floating a couple of paces behind him, over his right shoulder.

"Gentlemen, it warms my heart that you've decided to avail yourselves of my bridge. For a paltry sum of 20 gold you may cross to the other side of this lovely river. Further, that sum guarantees you the use of this bridge until sunset of this day."[/sblock]

[sblock=Houwlou, Keeland, Tsadok]Anyone else got a rope? 50' might be long enough if one of you wades out a little and holds the end . . .

There is plenty of scrub to tie off on either side of the river.[/sblock]

 

[Leif]

Houwlou Groulenas

Houwlou has 50 feet of rope packed on Puddin', which he will get. "Hang on, let me get my rope to add to the effort."

[sblock=Stat Block]

   Level: Ranger3
   HP: 32/32     AC: 17   AC(T): 11   AC(FF): 16
 Init: +01    ST(F):+04  ST(R):+04    ST(W):+05

  BAB: 03       CMB: +6     CMD: 17

Weapon                  Attack    Damage      Critical     Special
Longsword (MW)          +6        1d8+3       19-20/x2     +1 TH Gnolls
  Dagger +1             +6        1d4+2       19-20/x2     +3 TH/Damage
Longsword (MW)          +4        1d8+3       19-20/x2        (Undead)
  Longsword             +3        1d8+1       19-20/x2     
Javelin                 +4        1d6+3          20/x2     

                        *+7 & +6 TH if using these alone in primary hand

[/sblock]

 

[renau1g]

"20 now? Wasn't it just 10?" the abhac asks incredulously.

[sblock=ooc]
It might've been 20, I forgot honestly [/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

"The price is 10 Gold per person . . . 20 for the two of you."

 

[renau1g]

"Very well, although I still question the validity of his claim, but now is not the time to dispute it, uh so where do I put the gold? In your mouth?" Aodhán says, as he gathers the 10 gold coins and then looks around hesitantly not sure how to give the head the coins

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

[sblock=OOC]A tall, gaunt man with ashen skin and glowing brick red eyes appears at the base of the bridge as you stand there speaking. His appearance is sudden, as though he stepped from behind a fold in the very air. The disembodied head you spoke with before is floating a couple of paces behind him, over his right shoulder.

The tall gaunt man is presumably Daigh Chroí.[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

Harnrey too, counts out 10 gold coins.

"until sundown today, then."