Age of Worms: Act I - The Whispering Cairn

[Majin]

Damien looks up, a tiny, innocent smile on his lips, trying his best to suppress another grin. "Well look at that. A stalemate," he says, quietly. The man was good. Very good. He did not know exactly how he had managed to stave off complete failure but somehow he had done it, though he did not think he could do it again.

Feeling the map in his pocket, almost testing to see if it was still there, Damien realized there must be something more to this map. If this map really did belong to this man and where it led really was empty of anything of value, why did he want to win it back so badly? He decided to find out.

His expression suddenly becoming more serious, he slid the map out from its hiding place and held it up, clenched in one fist. "Now I think this stalemate entitles me to know exactly how this map belongs to you. Do you know this Tirra? Did she steal it from you? If it is supposed to be worthless, why do you want it so badly?"

 

[Verbatim]

Khellek’s gaze narrowed as he listened to Damien’s demands and when he spoke, his voice was once again hard as flint.

”The elvish tart is a colleague of mine, although if her skills were not so useful to me, I would have replaced her long ago. I am a student of history boy, and while that map in your hands is little more than a means to earn a few meager coins, to me it is a possible guide to a burial chamber of those who lived here before this pisshole of a town was formed. As to why I want it back? Would you not want something back that was yours boy?”

Khellek looked away for a moment and as his gaze settled back on Damien, the warrior saw the mage’s lips moving and when Khellek spoke next, Damien listened intently to what his friend was saying.

”I am tired boy, and you played a good game, but I do think you would much rather have the coin in your hand, than dust in your mouth. Don’t you agree?”

As Khellek spoke, he placed seven gold coins on top of the Dragonchess board and looked at you expectantly.

OOC: [sblock]Khellek cast Charm Person. Damien rolled a 3 for his Will check. Damien is now charmed. [/sblock]

 

[Verbatim]

Shadow and Orin:[sblock] As you place the body of the unconscious man on the dining room floor, the goblin against the foreman's door suddenly stops his insistant screeching as you motion for him to run away. He managed to take three steps forward before he resumed his screaming and quickly returned to the door, and began banging on it once more.

Looking towards the front door, you see another man entering the building, his threadbare cloak sticking to his body in several places and a rapier and dagger drawn and at the ready.[/sblock]

Jorun:[sblock]The ride in the rain was a miserable one and it was not long before the rain had soaked through your cloak, but as the storm picked up strength, you knew it was better than nothing at all.

Nearing the building, a fellow traveller heading in the same direction, his pants covered in mud, as well as his hands.[/sblock]

Tom: [sblock]Cursing Jim for his short cut you look down at your mud covered pants and hands and wonder if perhaps tomorrow would have been a better time to take control of your destiny.

Your musings are interuppted as your ears pick up the sucking sounds of a horse approaching, and as you glance quickly behind you, you see the rider is garbed in the whitecloak of the town garrison members.[/sblock]

 

[Ozmar]

Jorun:[sblock]The ride in the rain was a miserable one and it was not long before the rain had soaked through your cloak, but as the storm picked up strength, you knew it was better than nothing at all.

Nearing the building, a fellow traveller heading in the same direction, his pants covered in mud, as well as his hands.[/sblock]

Assuming that he doesn't appear to be a goblin...

"Ho, sir! Miserable day to be traveling. May I inquire as to your destination along this road?"

As he speaks, he looks ahead to the shack to keep an eye out for any signs of mischief or danger. Jorun intends to approach the shack cautiously, after warning off this man, so he can assess whether there are goblins present and whether they pose any danger.

 

[Saterus]

Scared shitless, like a teenager (which I am) caught doing something they shouldn't be doing, I begin to make up excuses in my head, although my attempt is completely transparent.

Eh, oh, me? Eh, yeah, I was, eh, well, I decided to go for a walk... Gees, smooth...now he'll think I'm a freakin idiot... Err, I mean, I began walking before it started raining, and...oh, why are you here?

 

[Ozmar]

OOC: Let's see... I'm wearing the uniform of the garrison. I wonder why I'd be patrolling the road? Oh... and you're the same age as me!

IC: "'Tis a miserable day for 'walking'. I advise you to seek shelter in the town." Jorun points back down the road where he came from. "You wouldn't want to catch a chill in this cold."

Jorun gives the man a once-over (OOC: detect evil) and, seeing that he is unarmed, pays him little mind, and continues to approach the shack, looking for any signs of habitation.

 

[Majin]

Seven gold coins was a lot of money. If his good friend Khellek wanted the map so badly, he would have just given it too him, but he thought this was a fair trade. Passing the map to him and picking the shiny coins up one by one, Damien carefully placed each one in his side pouch.

 

[unleashed]

Orin Heartwood, Male Half-Elf Ranger

Feeling relieved as the creature begins to exit, Orin tenses and sighs as it begins to return to the door to commence its banging and screaming again, taking his sword in both hands he raises it into a defensive position. Wondering why it stopped leaving he glances toward the door, seeing the man that was searching around the side of the building earlier entering with weapons drawn he knows why.

“Damn you man, I almost had it out the door...I can’t afford to fall and leave this man unattended, he may die from his wounds!”

 

[Elocin]

Shadow - Rogue 1

Feeling relieved as the creature begins to exit, Orin tenses and sighs as it begins to return to the door to commence its banging and screaming again, taking his sword in both hands he raises it into a defensive position. Wondering why it stopped leaving he glances toward the door, seeing the man that was searching around the side of the building earlier entering with weapons drawn he knows why.

“Damn you man, I almost had it out the door...I can’t afford to fall and leave this man unattended, he may die from his wounds!”

Visibly sighing, Crap what have I gotten myself into now.

I will then cautiously walk over, keeping the goblin between myself and the door it was banging on and kill the it if for no other reason than to just shut the damn thing up.

 

[Verbatim]

Shadow: [sblock]The rapier's blade pierces the creature's heart easily, as the goblin did nothing to defend itself from your strike. Looking around the office, you see a stairwell leading up to the second story in the beside you in the opposite corner of where you stand now; the door the goblin had been banging on, an open entrance into another room where the cloaked stranger has brought the body of the prophet from town. A heavy silence has fallen in the room now, save for the steady pouring of the rain all around you.[/sblock]

Orin:[sblock]The new arrival wastes little time walking to the defenseless goblin and plunging his rapier through the creature's chest and into its heart. The sudden silence in the room seems overwhelming, especially with the chaos that had been raging all around for the past few moments.[/sblock]

Jorun:[sblock]Leaving the other young man to his walk you draw near the office and see instantly that there has been activity near the building, and seemingly lots of it.

Two spears, crudely forged and covered with rust, lay discarded by the entrance to the office, as well as the bodies of three bird-like creatures, although no bird you have ever seen in person had a beak like these had.[/sblock]