GnomeWorks
Adventurer
Troi shrugs, an eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the merchant. "Right."
He then positions himself next to the wagon. "Well, I think that everybody else is ready, so whenever yer ready ta go, man."
(Adventure) Rivenblight's Castaway [Creamsteak judging]
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Troi shrugs, an eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the merchant. "Right."
He then positions himself next to the wagon. "Well, I think that everybody else is ready, so whenever yer ready ta go, man."
Thomas Hobbes
First Post
Tylkin gets up on the cart behind the mule and you start your slow pace out of the city. He seems to have little interest in conversation.
By the time the light starts to fail, around six in the evening, you've only gotten about sixteen miles from the city. It's slow going with the one mule pulling the cart, plodding along through the farmlands surrounding Orussus. As the end of the day nears, you pass several inns in short sucsession, each willing to take business from merchants who get just as far as you in a day's travel from the city.
Tylkin settles on a relatively cheap looking one and sets about securing the cart. "I'll want one of you to be keeping an eye on it at all times," he says offhandedly. "I'm sure you're capable of organizing yourselves." With that, he heads into the inn.
By the time the light starts to fail, around six in the evening, you've only gotten about sixteen miles from the city. It's slow going with the one mule pulling the cart, plodding along through the farmlands surrounding Orussus. As the end of the day nears, you pass several inns in short sucsession, each willing to take business from merchants who get just as far as you in a day's travel from the city.
Tylkin settles on a relatively cheap looking one and sets about securing the cart. "I'll want one of you to be keeping an eye on it at all times," he says offhandedly. "I'm sure you're capable of organizing yourselves." With that, he heads into the inn.
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Sparky
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Ioleta travels quietly, seeming more and more focused on putting one foot in front of the other as the sun draws close to the horizon. Only occasionally did she point out a cloud formation "That one looks like a spade!"Or a pretty, unseasonal flower. Or bird. She brightens at the prospect of a night at an Inn, or at least rest, and pipes in after Tylkin departs. "I rather think more than one of us should stay with the wagon. Especially with me. Caravan guards can be a... rough sort. Present company excluded."
She scarcely wait for the wagon wheels to stop before dropping her pack, kneading the small of her back as she speaks. I really need to ditch some stuff. But it's all so useful. She realizes that they cannot yet rest and eyes the bulging pack reproachfully before lifting it with a groan.
They pull the wagon around to what looks to be an appropriate place, though Ioleta tries to steer them as far from other wagons - and wagoneers - as possible. She begins to check the cart over, poking around where the hitch attaches to the cart and undoing it. She smiles triumphantly as the mule takes a few steps away and then her eyes widen in panic. She darts around the mule, startling it, and grabs for the reins. The mule shies and kicks, but without much vigor, he's tired, more tired, than anyone. Ioleta grabs the halter and, holding the mule's head as far away as she can walks it over to Jaan. She grins ruefully, raising her voice a little for any nearby, "Sorry, should have left this to you experienced lot, but I wanted to do my part. Take her. Her?" Her head drops out of sight for a brief second and reappears, "Yep, her. Take her, please?"
She then turns her attention to the wagon, "I should have done this before we left, since it doesn't look like Tylkin cares one whit." She puts on the brake and begins inspecting the wagon. After some time she exclaims, "Look at this," she looks up at the others with a trace of triumph in her eye and lowers her voice, "This needs replaced. If it isn't, it'll probably break," her eyes seek out Jaan's, Troi's and Velbrik's, "at the most inopportune moment."
She raises her voice slightly, "We should probably tell Tylkin about it, sooner, rather than later. My vote is that it's not me, since I found it." She gives a firm nod of greeting or acknowledgement at any who happen to be looking their way.
She takes the arm of one of the men in the group and gestures him to lean close. She lowers her voice until it is barely audible, "Go inside and ask Tylkin something, anything, so we appear to be on the level. We'll worry over the wagon out here until you return. When you come out tell us he said to 'leave it'. Get us some food..." She plants a kiss on the man's cheek and rubs his arm. Giving him a playful shove, she calls after him, "...and an ale, please. Something fruity?" She grins broadly.
OOC: Ioleta is trying to find some weakness in the wagon, a poorly maintained wheel, or bad hitch, anything, that Tylkin overlooked which she can exploit. That is the "this" she refers to. Should he not have left anything, she is willing to create her own 'weakness' in the wagon. As long as the others concur. The cover is that they've found something they're going to bring to their bosses attention. The person who replies is who she speaks to, if Jaan, she takes the mule from him.
She scarcely wait for the wagon wheels to stop before dropping her pack, kneading the small of her back as she speaks. I really need to ditch some stuff. But it's all so useful. She realizes that they cannot yet rest and eyes the bulging pack reproachfully before lifting it with a groan.
They pull the wagon around to what looks to be an appropriate place, though Ioleta tries to steer them as far from other wagons - and wagoneers - as possible. She begins to check the cart over, poking around where the hitch attaches to the cart and undoing it. She smiles triumphantly as the mule takes a few steps away and then her eyes widen in panic. She darts around the mule, startling it, and grabs for the reins. The mule shies and kicks, but without much vigor, he's tired, more tired, than anyone. Ioleta grabs the halter and, holding the mule's head as far away as she can walks it over to Jaan. She grins ruefully, raising her voice a little for any nearby, "Sorry, should have left this to you experienced lot, but I wanted to do my part. Take her. Her?" Her head drops out of sight for a brief second and reappears, "Yep, her. Take her, please?"
She then turns her attention to the wagon, "I should have done this before we left, since it doesn't look like Tylkin cares one whit." She puts on the brake and begins inspecting the wagon. After some time she exclaims, "Look at this," she looks up at the others with a trace of triumph in her eye and lowers her voice, "This needs replaced. If it isn't, it'll probably break," her eyes seek out Jaan's, Troi's and Velbrik's, "at the most inopportune moment."
She raises her voice slightly, "We should probably tell Tylkin about it, sooner, rather than later. My vote is that it's not me, since I found it." She gives a firm nod of greeting or acknowledgement at any who happen to be looking their way.
She takes the arm of one of the men in the group and gestures him to lean close. She lowers her voice until it is barely audible, "Go inside and ask Tylkin something, anything, so we appear to be on the level. We'll worry over the wagon out here until you return. When you come out tell us he said to 'leave it'. Get us some food..." She plants a kiss on the man's cheek and rubs his arm. Giving him a playful shove, she calls after him, "...and an ale, please. Something fruity?" She grins broadly.
OOC: Ioleta is trying to find some weakness in the wagon, a poorly maintained wheel, or bad hitch, anything, that Tylkin overlooked which she can exploit. That is the "this" she refers to. Should he not have left anything, she is willing to create her own 'weakness' in the wagon. As long as the others concur. The cover is that they've found something they're going to bring to their bosses attention. The person who replies is who she speaks to, if Jaan, she takes the mule from him.
Thomas Hobbes
First Post
The wagon is actually fairly well-maintained, but Ioleta can try to give something a swift kick. It'll be tough, though, to do what she needs to do and make it look like it was just normal wear-and-tear....
Disable Device DC 20-ish to jigger the bits appropriately and have it look legit, 15 if you don't think anyone will look closely.
Not sure precisely what you're going for here, but there were short rest stops during the day, any of which could've given you the 1d4 rounds you need to do this so long as Tylkin is distracted.
Disable Device DC 20-ish to jigger the bits appropriately and have it look legit, 15 if you don't think anyone will look closely.
Not sure precisely what you're going for here, but there were short rest stops during the day, any of which could've given you the 1d4 rounds you need to do this so long as Tylkin is distracted.
doghead
thotd
Sparky said:
Jaan takes the mule from Ioleta and attempts to settle it. He begins removing its harness in preparation for a rubdown and feed.
Sparky said:
Jaan watches Ioleta curiously. She knows nothing about mules, but seems to be fairly well aquainted with wagons...
Sparky said:
Jaan has to choke back a snort of laughter at Ioleta reasoning. He would have to remember this line of arguemnt for the future.
Sparky said:
Jaan sighs softly to himself.
"We are on the level, arn't we?
"Ioleta, before anyone does anything, why don't you tell us what you have in mind."
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Sparky
Registered User
Her brow furrows. Am I losing my touch or are these guys dotty? She purses her lips and draws the shoved man back by a sleeve to cover any confusion. Smooth as broken glass. She looks from face to face addressing first Jaan and then the others, her voice pitched low, "On the level how?" She gives him a pointed look and continues, "We'll be entering the forest soon, right?" She looks around for acknowledgement, "Well, if the cart 'breaks down' we'll be sitting ducks. Which," Still speaking she stretches and rubs her stomach, looking longingly toward the Inn, "Is precisely what we want to be, yes?"
She looks expectantly from one set of eyes to the next. This is it. My punishment. Taka is a cruel mistress.
OOC: My intent is to get the cart to break down in the forest. I wasn't sure when we'd reach it, but she would want to rig it at the nearest rest-stop before entering. Clear as mud.
She looks expectantly from one set of eyes to the next. This is it. My punishment. Taka is a cruel mistress.
OOC: My intent is to get the cart to break down in the forest. I wasn't sure when we'd reach it, but she would want to rig it at the nearest rest-stop before entering. Clear as mud.
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Thomas Hobbes
First Post
Incidentally, Tylkin hasn't shared any travel plans with you, but considering the speed you're going, the lack of inns in the forest, and the presence of bandits, the next logical resting spot is right on the forest's edge.
doghead
thotd
Sparky said:
"Ah.
"So far our disembling and obfuscation has got us a handful of crowns and a problem - Tylkin is somewhat dubious of the idea of the guards he hired to protect his wagon hiding themselves away and rather undermining the point of having them.
"And if you do disable the wagon, then what? Tylkin will more than likely send a couple of us either back or forwards to get help or parts or whatever. I doubt that he will agree to sitting around and waiting.
"It seems that we have a couple of choices. We ride this trip out as agreed with Tylkin. Straight up guard duty, like we were paid to do. I don't think that they hit us with four armed guards. But at least we will get a chance to see the lie of the land. Then we pick up a ride back and try again.
"Or we could try and convince Tykin to allow us to go with what we had originally planned. Persuade him that between us, we'll clean up the bandits, and he can play the mastermind who put it all together."
GnomeWorks
Adventurer
"That's a good idea." Troi says, leaning against the wagon. "We should prolly stop messin' around, an' jus' do what we were paid ta do. It'll work out... though I dunno 'bout them not attackin' us due ta er numbers, y'know? They sound like they're gettin' more aggressive, an' if they think they could take us..."
Troi shrugs. "Whatever. I'm pretty much jus' playin' it by ear at this point, man. Take things as they come."
doghead
thotd
"I would prefer to ride this one out and see what the road is like. If we don't get hit, we can pick up a ride on the other side."
ooc: once everthing is settled, Jaan will suggests staggered 4 hour watches. Jaan can take the first two hours alone and get the mule fed and rubbed down. Then they each overlap with the other for two hours.
ooc: once everthing is settled, Jaan will suggests staggered 4 hour watches. Jaan can take the first two hours alone and get the mule fed and rubbed down. Then they each overlap with the other for two hours.
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