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(Adventure) The Haunted Halls of Stonepike
- Thread starter Uriel
- Start date
Ankh-Morpork Guard
First Post
((OOC: Sorry about the disappearance. Just moved and I'm now re-settled in. Telerin is ready to go. 
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nimisgod
LEW Judge
ooc: Now that Dpdx has mentioned it... \
When he returns to the dining room, the Halfling hefts his pack to his back and checks the rest of his trappings, for war and otherwise. Violet is safely by his side and his shield, though currently unready, is with him. There is the soft clink of mail as he dons his ragged, blue cloak nigh flamboyantly, seeming a noble rather than a short, peasant warrior.
Ere he departs, Sir Ishmael makes certain that Courage given the best of care in the dwarven stables. He tips the stablehand a silver coin, promising another for his pony's good treatment.
When he returns to the dining room, the Halfling hefts his pack to his back and checks the rest of his trappings, for war and otherwise. Violet is safely by his side and his shield, though currently unready, is with him. There is the soft clink of mail as he dons his ragged, blue cloak nigh flamboyantly, seeming a noble rather than a short, peasant warrior.
Ere he departs, Sir Ishmael makes certain that Courage given the best of care in the dwarven stables. He tips the stablehand a silver coin, promising another for his pony's good treatment.
Aranel
First Post
Aranel had been nodding slightly, seemed they had all the information they were likely to get.
She had been about to suggest bed to Thurgan, her legs and back ached, she was feeling quite full from her meal and ready for sleep.
Then the boy rushed in and started gabbling about a murder and a guard and Aranel sighed sadly, rubbed her back and started looking around for her pack. Ahh...she'd left it over by the table.
Once she was ready, Aranel had stepped up besides Thurgan again. "Well it seems there's no rest for the wicked hm?" she asked him in a quiet voice, a slight glint in her eyes.
She had been about to suggest bed to Thurgan, her legs and back ached, she was feeling quite full from her meal and ready for sleep.
Then the boy rushed in and started gabbling about a murder and a guard and Aranel sighed sadly, rubbed her back and started looking around for her pack. Ahh...she'd left it over by the table.
Once she was ready, Aranel had stepped up besides Thurgan again. "Well it seems there's no rest for the wicked hm?" she asked him in a quiet voice, a slight glint in her eyes.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Moving quickly through the Gates and along well-lit passageways, you are taken up and up still, stairs falling behind you and weariness in your already tired legs becoming a heavy thing for you all. Finally, you are pointed through a door some six long flights up, this leading out onto a passage lined with suits of plate armor, each wielding weapons of the most exquisite Dwarvish manufacture. At the far end of the passage stands a closed door, it's oak surface embossed with iron studs, it's knockers built to look like dwarvish faces; ring-handles protruding from the mouths.
In front of the doors stand four dwarves. Two are Guards, dressed in boar-faced helms and plate, hands gripping their Waraxes warily, their eyes scanning the surrounding area. Another dwarf is near, this one dressed in purple hose and a well mannered suit of black, a bejewelled hat atop his head, his beard a long and grey affair.
An old Dwarf in blue robes stands near, his bearing noble and proud, his eyes upon the object before him.The Dwarf looks haggard, his beard unkempt and his eyes full of sorrow, despite his bearing. This, no doubt, is the Lor of Stonepike. One of your escorts whispers into Rurik's ear that the black-suited Dwarf is the Chamberlain, he who sent for you.
All eyes turn to you as you approach.
Before the four Dwarves lies a tattered form upon the flagstones.
Once this may have been a living beng, a proud and stalwart warrior in the service of his Leige. Now, armor is torn from his body,pieces flung across the hall. Great slashes and tears cover the lifeless form. A broken Waraxe lies nearby, the shaft split. Of the dwarf's head, their is no sign...
In front of the doors stand four dwarves. Two are Guards, dressed in boar-faced helms and plate, hands gripping their Waraxes warily, their eyes scanning the surrounding area. Another dwarf is near, this one dressed in purple hose and a well mannered suit of black, a bejewelled hat atop his head, his beard a long and grey affair.
An old Dwarf in blue robes stands near, his bearing noble and proud, his eyes upon the object before him.The Dwarf looks haggard, his beard unkempt and his eyes full of sorrow, despite his bearing. This, no doubt, is the Lor of Stonepike. One of your escorts whispers into Rurik's ear that the black-suited Dwarf is the Chamberlain, he who sent for you.
All eyes turn to you as you approach.
Before the four Dwarves lies a tattered form upon the flagstones.
Once this may have been a living beng, a proud and stalwart warrior in the service of his Leige. Now, armor is torn from his body,pieces flung across the hall. Great slashes and tears cover the lifeless form. A broken Waraxe lies nearby, the shaft split. Of the dwarf's head, their is no sign...
nimisgod
LEW Judge
A grimace fell upon Sir Ishmael's face as he tried to keep his meal inside him and his eyes unaverted. It took a second or two of gawking but he finally restrained himself.
He took a subtle step rearward, so that the dwarves would converse with his party for now. Focusing on all that was right and just, he activated his ability to see the stain of evil. This was definately murder most foul and there was a chance that their quarry was watching them right now. Outwardly, Sir Ishmael was slowly scanning the area with a focused gaze.
He took a subtle step rearward, so that the dwarves would converse with his party for now. Focusing on all that was right and just, he activated his ability to see the stain of evil. This was definately murder most foul and there was a chance that their quarry was watching them right now. Outwardly, Sir Ishmael was slowly scanning the area with a focused gaze.
Keia
I aim to misbehave
Thurgan took his time (though not meaning to) as he walked the halls - partially beause of the extensive riding, but mostly because of the proud examples of dwarven workmanship within the plate armor and weapons along the way.
He tried to recognize any of the workmanship, or identify any of those immortalized in those armors.
He tried to recognize any of the workmanship, or identify any of those immortalized in those armors.
dpdx
Explorer
Rurik steps forward, bows deeply, then takes a knee at the sight of his fallen kinsman, his axehead touching the ground in tribute.
"Rurik 'Demonbane', Fourth Heir and First Axe of Clan Axebender, at your service, Lords and Chamberlains of Stonepike. At my shoulder are my brothers and sister in arms, Sturm, Thurgan, Ishmael, Aranel and Telerin. I swear by the Heart of the Forge that we are, each one of us, worthy and certain avengers for these foul murders. On this I pledge my life and servitude."
Once the ceremony is completed, Rurik will call Telerin and Ishmael forward to perform Heal checks on the body, to determine as best they can how the guardsman died, and if possible, what beast they might be facing.
"Rurik 'Demonbane', Fourth Heir and First Axe of Clan Axebender, at your service, Lords and Chamberlains of Stonepike. At my shoulder are my brothers and sister in arms, Sturm, Thurgan, Ishmael, Aranel and Telerin. I swear by the Heart of the Forge that we are, each one of us, worthy and certain avengers for these foul murders. On this I pledge my life and servitude."
Once the ceremony is completed, Rurik will call Telerin and Ishmael forward to perform Heal checks on the body, to determine as best they can how the guardsman died, and if possible, what beast they might be facing.
